It started two years ago, when I was 21. I had just finished my sophomore year at the University of North Carolina and had decided I wanted to work in real estate. This summer was the first I was trying to live alone: growing up, I lived with my mom and my two sisters, so I was more than ready to have my own place.
I guess I should share a bit about myself. My name is Blake, and I'm gay. I knew I was gay for pretty much my whole life, but only came out towards the very end of high school. My family was a little surprised at first, because I guess I present as more masculine and always played sports, but they were totally accepting. Speaking of sports, I'll say I'm proud of my physique. I'm 5'11", about 185 lbs, and have short, light brown hair. As a kid, I was kind of chubby, so when I got into high school I really focused on weightlifting and training, and I've maintained that lifestyle. I have a German build, so I'm a bit stocky and hairy, but I like the way I look in the mirror. I have broad shoulders, a chest that sticks out further than my belly, defined arms and abs, and powerful legs. As a gay man, I'll also say I'm blessed with a bit of a natural bubble butt - nothing crazy, like you see on those Instagram gay models, but I fill out a pair of pants nicely.
Anyways, I was 21 and going into real estate. I had looked for a local summer internship and ended up interviewing for one in Charlotte. It was with a private contractor and home builder who did a lot of cool custom homes, and I thought I could learn a lot from him. From his website, he'd worked on some beautiful projects, and from the online interview, he seemed nice. He ran a small business, with only himself and his assistant, so I'd also get good experience from that. Charlotte was about 3 hours away from where my family lived in Raleigh, though, so I found the cheapest apartment on Air B&B I could find and moved up there to work for the summer.
I started the day after I moved to town. That morning, I got up extra early to shower and get dressed, hoping to make a good first impression. "Peller Custom Homes" was written on the icy glass on the second-floor office door. I took a quick picture of the door and sent it to my family, took a deep breath in, and knocked lightly on the door at 8:55 AM.
"Coming!" a female voice called from within. A woman answered the door. "Hi! You must be Blake! I'm Kathryn, I'm Mr. Peller's assistant."
She invited me inside. The office was small, only one room. In the corner to my right was Kathryn's desk, which was adorned with a few family photographs, as well as an orchid. To my left was a small couch and coffee table, presumably a waiting area. The back half of the office appeared to be Mr. Peller's desk, with tubes of blueprints stacked up high behind it from his many projects. On the wall hung several awards he had won, such as the "Custom Home Builder of the Year." He also had a large Clemson pendant hanging above his desk.
Kathryn and I briefly talked, and she explained that her daughter was in school that was around my age. Kathryn worked for Mr. Peller during the school year to save up money, and during the summer she took her daughter traveling to somewhere exotic with their savings. "Mr. Peller, or, he'll probably just want you to call him Carson. Anyways, Carson won't be in until noon, as he's checking on some projects. Until then, let me show you the systems."
Kathryn spent the morning explaining what my responsibilities would be that summer. She said she normally likes to get to the office early to make coffee and tidy up. She kept track of the boss's meetings and tracked the deliveries of custom orders to projects they were working on. For example, if they placed an order for custom cabinets on a Monday, she'd call and confirm measurements on Tuesday, and check on their progress every three days until delivery. She said she was friends with most of their contacts, and that they'd be happy to answer any questions I might have.
They went over things and talked until, around 12:15, a man walked through the door. "Hey, Kathryn. And you must be Blake! I'm Carson." the man said, with a big grin on his face. Carson is about 6 feet tall, with dark brown hair and a full beard on his face. He had kind brown eyes and a winning, warm smile. Physically, he had a large presence - he was bulky and muscular, as Blake could see the outline of his firm pecs through his collared shirt and his big biceps stretched his sleeves. Dark chest hairs poked out of the top of his shirt. He had a bit of a beer belly, but Blake could tell he also had a tight, solid core. He wore fitted khakis and new tennis shoes. He stuck out his hand.
I shook his hand and smiled back. "Blake," I responded, and noted his firm but friendly handshake.
"Nice to meet you, Blake," he said. "Kathryn, let's all go out to lunch, my treat."
We went to a nearby deli within walking distance, and Carson asked me questions about myself. "You're interested in real-estate, right?" he asked, and I nodded. "Well, I'll help you learn as much as I can this summer."
Kathryn explained what we'd gone over that morning, and he seemed impressed. Kathryn would be around all week, showing me the systems, then starting the next Monday I'd be on my own. We all made sure to exchange contact information.
"So, Blake, you into sports?" Carson asked.
"Yeah," I said. "I played football and baseball in high school, and in college I've been playing on intramural teams, too."
"A football guy!" Carson said. "I played football, too. Now I play rugby with a local team. Do you know how to play rugby?"
"No, I've never played."
"Well, I'll have to explain it sometime," Carson said. They continued to talk, and Carson seemed legitimately interested in me, not just as an employee, but as a person. "You could come watch one of my games."
They returned to the office, and Kathryn continued to explain her systems the rest of the afternoon. It was a lot to take in, as Kathryn seemed to be a very organized person. I, on the other hand, was kind of a slob at home, so I was paying extra attention to everything she did. I wanted to do well at this job, because I knew it could lead to some great opportunities.
At the end of the day, at 5, we all wrapped up around the same time. As we walked towards the door, I glanced again at Carson's body. His large, muscular-bear build caught my eye as he walked towards me. We made eye contact as I snuck a look at him, but quickly looked away, not wanting to seem weird. He chuckled, and we said goodbye for the day.
I got home and logged onto my computer. I looked over all the calendars that Kathryn kept again and compared them to my notes to remind myself. I thought it would make Kathryn happy if she knew she was leaving the business in good hands, so I needed to understand everything as quickly as possible.
That night, as I got ready for bed, I felt a little horny. I looked up some porn on my phone and whacked off. Before college, I hadn't had any gay experiences, but I wet my whistle pretty quickly. I was actually kind of a slut my freshman year: I became known as almost a community cocksucker. I didn't join a frat, but I still had plenty of dudes who came to me wanting their dicks sucked, and most would suck me back. My sophomore year, I settled down and got a boyfriend, Danny, who I was still dating. We were trying to do long distance that summer, but neither of us were great communicators, so we didn't talk often. Still, we had been exclusive, and I didn't have any plans to break that commitment.
