My boss, Byron Powers, was a good looking black man who had risen through the ranks of company much faster than anyone before. He ran marathons, worked out on a regular basis (he even had a portable gym in his office) and and as far as I know had his fill of all the pussy he could ever desire.
I liked Mr. Powers. He had an easy going manner and his employees respected him. There was something about him that I couldn't put my finger on, but you just couldn't help but like the guy and you wanted to work hard for him...to please him.
I had just turned 22 and had been working in the mail room when Byron first met me. He towered over my slender frame by at least 5 inches and I was little intimidated. I had been making my rounds, dropping off mail to the executives when we bumped into each other.
He told me that he had heard good things about me and that he expected a lot. He said the world was mine, all I had to do was take it by the horns. He shook my hand firmly and slapped me on the back saying something about keeping up the good job I was doing. Then he said something about he was sure I was going to work out perfectly.
I liked him from that very moment.
As time went on Mr. Powers went out of his way to be good to me and I felt as though I had found a father figure I had so been longing for since my father abandoned my mother and I when I was 13. He looked out for me and even put me up for a promotion. I owed a lot to Mr. Byron Powers and found myself wanting to work harder and not disappoint him. I guess that is the mark of a good boss.
In time, Byron invited to his house for the weekend. He said that he had a pool and a tennis court and I was free to stay the weekend. It was a Friday and being single I had no other plans.
I took him up on his offer and packed a small bag to take with me after work. Friday was pretty much a blur to me as I anxiously waited for my trip to the country and Byron's estate.
When 5 O'Clock rolled around I punched out and jumped in the car that Byron had arranged for me. I must say I felt like Donald Trump sitting in the back of that town car. Mr. Powers called me on the phone in the compartment that also had a television and mini-bar and asked if I was comfortable. I said 'very' and he told me he would see me in a little while.
Mr. Powers' house was a mansion. There was no other way to say it. It was a huge sprawling house on gorgeous grounds. I knew he made good money, but I didn't realize he made that much.
He greeted me at the door in a pair of loose slacks and polo shirt. There was a drink in his hand and with his hand on the small of my back, just above my belt, welcomed me into his home.
His lavishly decorated home looked like something out of a movie. He lived there alone, which I thought was strange, but people with a lot of money usually walk a different path. He mentioned that his houseboy had just quit to take a job in Europe but he was managing just fine for the moment without him. He was always looking for new talent, he added with a handsome smile, as he led me through the maze of hallways.
He walked me into the den and offered me a drink. I wasn't much of a drinker and said I would have what he was drinking. He told me he liked that and fixed my drink. It was strong and I knew that several of those would have me under the table.
We sat in leather chairs in his den and chatted about work and my future and his vision for the company and about a million other things, but I had the nagging sense that there was something he wanted to talk about, something important, that he had yet to come to.
The sun began to set and Byron, and yes, I was allowed to call him Byron, because Mr. Powers was his dad and so on and so on. We ate steaks he grilled himself and sat on the huge deck which overlook his property, which included a pool and tennis court. The steaks were delicious and I had two more drinks and was feeling no pain at all.
Byron lit up a thick rolled cigar and offered me. I politely declined. I watched as that thick stogie rolled past his thick, lush lips and found that my cock was stirring a little. I had never had a gay thought in my life, and maybe it was the alcohol, but I found myself attracted to the athletic black man sitting just inches away from me.
Byron caught me staring at him and he laughed. Smiling he asked if I liked what I saw, "Because," he added, "he sure did."
Was my boss flirting with me? And did I mind? Was he picking up on my signs? And more importantly, did I care?
We joked a little and Byron finished his cigar, saying there were only a few other things he liked on his lips more than a Cuban cigar.
Well. There's no ignoring subtlety like that.
He stood and asked if I wanted to take a swim or watch a movie. It was a beautiful summer's night and I said a swim sounded great but I was afraid that I had drunk too much and that maybe a movie was the better option.
He agreed and we retired to his movie room. Yeah. The guy had his own theater with comfortable leather sofas and a huge screen and even a popcorn machine.
We sunk down onto the couch and watched a movie from the '80's called Weird Science. It was a comedy about two high school boys who create their own dream girl. We found ourselves laughing out loud. I was very relaxed and having an awesome time. At some point during the movie, Byron joined me on my couch. I could smell his cologne and when he pushed his hand into the popcorn ball on my lap, I found myself thinking naughty thoughts.
In one scene of the high school boys wakes up in the morning only to discover that he is wearing the panties and cut off sweat-shirt of the actress in the movie.
I have to admit, with his smaller, slender frame and longish hair he did look very cute in those blue Calvin Klein panties. The panties were high up on his hips and hugged his little package perfectly. The cut off sweat-shirt showed off his flat belly. He was very cute and he reminded me of someone I knew, I just couldn't think of who in my drunken state.
I found myself strangely aroused. I would have thought it was the alcohol but apparently Byron was thinking the same thing because he rewound the scene several times to watch over and over again. He especially liked the scene when the young actor walked away from the camera and pulled the panties out from between his smooth cheeks. Very much like a girl would do. His smooth girlish bottom looked very hot in those high cut panties and I found myself crossing my legs to hide an erection.
Byron laughed and paused the movie, saying "Yeah. That scene always gets me too. See?" I looked down to where he was pointing and saw that a monster had awoken from behind his zipper. His pants were tented by what had to be an 10 inch cock.
