It was an extremely busy Friday night at the Last Stop. Trevor was in training to become a shift leader and had been closing the bar the last six nights in a row. He was working with his boss tonight in an effort to show him he could handle the business and that he was ready to run shifts by himself. As he was finishing up with his deposit and closing paperwork he let out a big and boisterous yawn. Paul, his boss, who was standing in the office doorway asked, "Are you gonna make it?"
"Yeah, just a long week, and tonight was a killer. Just a bit stressed, I really want this promotion" Trevor replied. He was in the last week of his training period and had really been putting the "extra mile" so to speak. He had been working there since he was eighteen, started as a dishwasher and kept his head down. Trevor has always been a quiet young man, always shy around girls and less than popular in high school. He had never even been on date until his best friend, Dave, planned a double date, then begged Trevor to go and be his wing-man. He was grateful because he knew he would never have the courage to ask a girl out on his own. It's been three years since that date, Dave has had several new partners but Trevor, well Trevor has not. In fact he was still dating Jenny, the girl from the date, and to say they were dating was a stretch. More so friends that occasionally went out. Jenny was an average looking young women, she had a really nice body, a shapely bottom and tits proportionate to her body. Her downside was her facial features. She wore dark framed "nerd" glasses, shoulder length, unstyled hair, and it was a shame her parents couldn't afford braces. On the same hand however, Trevor too was at best, average. He was tall and skinny, he had a bit of a skater cut do and dirty blonde hair. His friends said he was a bug eyed skeleton. He decided when he turned twenty one that he had to up his game, get a better job, work on his physique and most importantly, get laid! Since working hard towards a promotion at work was the most attainable of his goals, that's where he decided to start.
"Don't stress to hard Tre, you're a natural. You're gonna do great. I already talked to John," the owner of the Last Stop,"told him you're ready. He agrees and will be down Monday to make it official." Trevor s eyes lit up at the news, he didn't say anything, but he was all smiles. "Tell you what, since you're part of the management staff now, why don't you come over to place tonight to celebrate? Ron and Jimmy are coming over anyways to play some poker, might as well make it a party, what do ya say?" Paul moved around the back of Trevor s chair and squeezed his shoulders, "Take some time to destress and unwind, who knows, maybe even have a little fun."
Knowing it was too late to try and hook up with Jenny, he agreed. Paul looked extremely pleased, smiled and lightly chuckled under his breath, "Well, lets wrap this up and get goin."
"Sounds good boss," Trevor smiled, "let's go."
Trevor foll wed Paul to his house, he noticed Jimmys car already parked outside but he wasn't in it. After he parked, he asked Paul as they were walking towards the door, "Where is Jimmy?"
"Oh, he and my roomy, Jake are friends. He's been here a bit already."
They entered Paul s apartment, a decent sized place, they cut through the family room into the kitchen where the boys were sitting. "Paul!" Jimmy shouted, "Er, um and Trevor? What are you doing here?"
"He's here to celebrate," Paul answered for him.
"Celebrating what?" Jimmy asked.
"His promotion, he's your new boss." Paul laughed as he looked at Jimmy with I'm giving you shit eyes.
"Well, well." Jimmy humphed. "You'll promote anyone won't ya Paul?"
"Any of you could of tried for it, Trevor did."
"Congrats Trevor," Ron said with a genuine smile, "you can count on me buddy."
"Awesome, thanks Ron, I'll need all the support I can get."
"Yeah, congrats Trevor," Jake said as he entered the room with a pitcher of margaritas, "Let's party and fuck with your employee, Jimmy." Jake said while bursting with laughter.
Trevor just smiled and laughed, to timid to say anything like that to Jimmy. Jimmy was the bouncer at work, he was in great shape. He worked out regularly and you could tell, especially with the super tight shirts he always wears.
"Alright, alright," Paul said, "my boy Trevor here has had a hard week and needs to relax and have some fun. Ron, deal up them cards."
While Ron was dealing, Jake was passing out tequila shots. Paul grinning, grabbed Trevor by the knee under the table, "I'm proud of you man," he said. They played several different games of poker, had done several shots and were now halfway through the pitcher of margaritas. Everyone was hootin and hollarin and laughin as they continued to drink and play. A couple of hours later the card playing had slowed and the drinking took precedent. Trevor, pretty smashed by now stood up and announced he was going to pee. He wobbled when he stood up, then awkwardly slid by Paul. He paused then asked with a smile, "Where is the bathroom Paul?"
"Down the hall, second door on left," he said smiling.
Trevor nodded and continued to attempt to walk.
"Damn that boy is fucked up!" He heard Jimmy saying as he walked away.
Moments later the group heard a thud from down the hall. Paul jumped up, "Sounds like our little friend just bit it."
"If you need any help," Jake offered.
Paul went to the bathroom door and knocked, "You okay in there?"
Trevors response was illegible and muffled. Paul tried the doorknob, fortunately it was unlocked. He opened the door and saw Trevor lying on the floor moaning. "Damn man, are you okay, did you hit your head?" Paul asked frantically.
"Yeahhh," Trevor slurred, "room was spinning...still have to pee."
"Shit, alright let's get you on your feet." Paul said as he grabbed one of Trevors hands and put his other hand in the top of Trevors pants so he could heave him up. Once standing, still dizzy, Trevor put his arm around Paul for balance, "Gotta pee Paul." He mumbled. "Help?"
Paul stood behind Trevor, braced his shoulders and pressed his body against Trevors back, so he could lean on him. "Alright, I got you steady, do your business."
Trevor reached down to unzip, struggling he managed to pull his pecker out of his boxers, took aim and let loose, only to miss the bowl completely.
"Whoa, whoa," Paul reacted almost without thinking and reached around to aim Trevors cock back towards the bowl. Standing there behind Trevor, he looked in the mirror to see Trevors face while he controlled the flow. He didn't look shocked or upset that Paul took upon himself to grab his cock, in fact he looked, well peaceful. Trevor finished peeing and Paul gave his dick a little shake.
"Shake more than once and you're playing with it," Paul said with a smile.
Trevor opened his eyes, relieved that his bladder was empty and saw the scene in the mirror. "Oh my god," Trevor said, "I'm so sorry Paul, I shouldn't of got so fucked up. I...I think maybe I should go," he said embarrassed. He reached down and noticed Paul was still holding his cock, he slid his hand across the top of Pauls hand and gently tucked his prick back into his pants.
"Uh, sorry buddy but you're not going anywhere till you sober up. You're staying here tonight." Paul replied. "Go ahead and wash up your hands, I'll meet you in the hall." As he turned to exit he let his hand slide around Trevors slender waistline and finishing with a light smack on his ass.
Trevor jumped, not expecting that yet he didn't seem to mind. He washed his hands, splashed some cold water on his face and left the bathroom. Paul was standing at the end of the hall, Trevor didn't recall ever noticing how stout of man Paul was. Paul was probably in his late thirties, full head of jet black hair and a scruffy five o'clock shadow. He stood about 6'2 and had a solid frame, his eyes were dark and he had a great smile. "Come here Trevor."