I wondered whether it was possible to write the same story straight and gay, so gave it a go. Tony and Juliette is the straight version, this is the gay version!
Tony enjoyed working in his firm of solicitors. Now 26, he had been a partner for 2 years and he enjoyed his work, as much as some of it was pretty mundane. Sorting house sales and divorce settlements wasn't the most exciting work, but it was lucrative and his company was thriving, and dealing with Joe Public was always interesting. The six partners worked well together, each bringing their own skills and specialities to the work they did, and to be honest it was an income generating machine, and annual bonuses were good. The income and bonuses allowed Tony to live in a nice flat, and although he had had a number of girlfriends, was living on his own at the moment. It allowed him to keep his flat as he wanted.
As well as the six partners, the company employed a number of legal assistants, as well as general office staff, mostly female, attractive, ranging in age from 19 to 40-ish. It was not that Tony was in a relationship or had ever taken any of them to bed – young, bubbly, attractive women always make a working environment good to be in if the office was managed well. In the office the only male was Julian, who had been working for them for eight months.
Julian was different from a lot of men working in the legal world. He was only 23, and had recently finished college. He was training to be a legal assistant, but probably wasn't ruthless enough to make it in a legal practice. There was a gentleness and vulnerability to Julian that was different. He was also good at his work, and was particularly good dealing with clients when they were feeling vulnerable, perhaps upset in a messy divorce, or when a husband or wife had died. Julian was mothered by some of the older women in the office; he had dated one or two of the younger ones, but nothing serious. He still lived with his parents, simply because it was easier to have someone iron his shirts and cook his meals and clean his rooms.
Tony got on well with Julian. Julian appreciated Tony's professionalism tempered by generosity, as he mentored Julian through those early months. Tony appreciated Julian's openness and willingness to learn, and increasingly the suggestions that Julian was giving particularly for the company to deal more effectively on a personal level with the clients. Julian probably would never make it as a solicitor, but was a great asset to the company. On a level they enjoyed each others' company. Occasionally they would spend lunches together, and sometimes would play squash on an evening or weekend, particularly when neither of them had a girl to go out with.
For Tony there was one further thought he constantly had about Julian, a thought he would never share with anyone and left him confused – he thought he had a fantastic ass. Tony knew he wasn't gay and knew Julian wasn't gay. But Julian was slim, and his ass was round and cute. Whenever Julian was walking away from him, Tony couldn't help watching. Once he had seen Julian naked in the showers after squash, and had gone home and masturbated before he could even eat. Tony couldn't make it out – he wasn't gay. Luckily he managed to hide his feelings.
Click.
Julian loved his work, and enjoyed the people he worked with. It was great to work in an all female office, and to have young women to take out, and he had even slept with one of them. Julian also enjoyed the work, although knew he would never make it as a solicitor in the hard world that was the legal profession. He knew he was good with the clients, and could perhaps bring a different dimension to the work in the office. Julian also appreciated being mentored by Tony. The company had a good training scheme, and the mentoring was part of it. And he could sometimes beat Tony at squash.
Julian was comfortable for the time being and the money was good, although he would probably move on from the legal world in a year or two. For the time being he would carry on living with his parents, playing his sport, taking girls out – what else should a young guy do? Maybe there could be a bit more adventure in his life, and maybe he should make some more adventure.
There was just one thing that puzzled Julian. One thing that bothered him. Or made him feel funny. It was Tony. He was a great guy, and would never do anything wrong. But Tony looked at his ass. Julian knew that as he left a room, Tony would be watching his ass. He remembered the time when he and Tony had shared the showers after the game of squash, how Tony had almost stared at his ass. He had subconsciously wriggled it at Tony, and Tony had left in a hurry. Julian had also been careful not to turn around in case Tony could see his cock beginning to swell. It was stupid – he had gone home and straight to his room and masturbated. Perhaps he had to take things into his own hands if he wanted more excitement in his life......
Click.
Friday morning. Tony had turned on his computer, and turned to the Turner file. He double clicked on the icon on his desktop to open the folder which would have copies of all the letters, scans of pictures and plans, copies of the reports. The searches were almost complete – he was ready to give the okay to the sale – he had until the end of the next week. It was a good project for his company – a thirty million pound purchase, with his company getting a percentage of the price for processing the sale for the purchasers.
The file was empty.
Everything had disappeared. Luckily there was a back-up, but there was something wrong – these files should not disappear. No-one should be able to get at the files except those with passwords. No-one should be able to get on his computer without a password. No-one should use his computer. No-one should touch his computer. For minutes he wondered who might be able to access the files. And his computer. There was probably only one person who could access both, outside of his partners, only one person who also had access to his office.
Tony called Julian into his office. He explained what had happened. Could he explain?
Click
It had been a great risk, playing with Tony's computer. And now time for some great acting.
"I'm really sorry Tony, can I explain?" Julian stared at his feet as he looked guilty – as guilty as his limited acting skills would allow. Tony nodded.
"I'm sorry Tony, but my computer at home wasn't working last night, and I wanted to order some flowers for my mother's birthday. Came here last night late and tired. Went on your computer – the office ones were shut down, and there is a log kept on what sites are accessed. Ordered the flowers, but I was tired and clicked on the wrong thing, and it all went. I didn't know what to do, just hoped you had a back up." Julian spoke hesitatingly, then looked up and down again, grateful for the drama course he had followed at college alongside his major.
Tony looked serious. "This is a sackable offence. Using computers for personal ordering. Accessing the computer of a partner. Placing company security at risk. This could be the end of your career here."
Julian looked up again. "Please, Tony, I'll do anything, I don't want to lose the job, I love it here. Please, anything."
Tony paused, looking at him hard and long. "I need to think about this." He spoke quietly. "Come back at two – I'll have to consider this." Julian nodded, stood and left. Tony's mind spent the rest of the morning and lunchtime whirring. Through the morning Tony found an idea forming in his mind. An idea he rejected at first, but somehow, rather than going away, became stronger and stronger.
At 2 o'clock Julian was again sat silently the other side the desk from Tony. It was Tony who spoke to break the silence, after he had built up his courage. "You said you will do anything to save your job? Absolutely anything?" There was a long pause before Julian nodded, almost imperceptibly. Then Tony spoke quietly. "If you really mean anything, then be at my flat for 2.00pm tomorrow. It's Saturday tomorrow. Don't be late."
With that Tony dismissed Julian. Julian left the office, his heart pumping, half smiling with excitement, half filled with apprehension. He had organised it to this point and it had worked. But from 2.00pm on the Saturday it would be out of his hands. Out of his control. Whatever Tony chose. Julian was fairly certain he wouldn't get hurt. He just hoped Tony would be kinky, but not horrible. He didn't think Tony would be...............
Click
After Julian had left his office, Tony's heart was thumping. He was amazed he had the nerve to set it up, and still had mixed feelings about the next day. Part of him was really excited, but part of him was still shouting out that he wasn't gay. He spent the next few hours imagining what he might do to him. All of his fantasies were coming true. Of course he wouldn't hurt Julian, but the more Tony thought, the more he knew he wanted him – and Julian wasn't stupid – he knew what it was about - Julian sounded like he wanted it as well.
All Saturday morning Tony had prepared, and sorted out what he thought he might need. His heart pounded stronger and stronger as he imagined what would happen, knowing he was confident to carry off his dreams, or at least the dreams that had filled his mind since the previous morning. And he liked Julian – he hoped he would enjoy his time as well. His heart leapt when the door bell rang, leaping almost as high as Tony himself as he headed for the door. Julian looked little different from the day before, wearing light chino's and white polo shirt. It was obvious Julian was even more nervous than Tony. Tony invited him in, offered a cold drink and a seat in his lounge. They chatted for a few minutes about nothing – the weather, families – the sort of chat that hides nervousness. At last after a pause Tony knew he had to make the first step. "You still want to go through with this?" he asked quietly.
He watched Julian go bright red, but nod very softly. Tony spoke again gently: "You don't need to say anything, just do what I tell you. Everything I tell you. Stand up."
