Kevin adjusted the dinner plates for the third time, his nerves getting the better of him. Tonight was important; he had invited Jamal, his boss, over for dinner. A promotion was on the line, and Kevin was determined to seal the deal. Running his hand through his blonde hair he went over the evening in his mind In hopes of everything going right. From the dining room, he could hear his husband Ethan finishing up the dessert. It was a perfect three-course meal topped off with Ethan's world-famous chocolate cheesecake. As Kevin peaked around the corner he could see the streetlights creeping through the window reflecting off the glass of wine Ethan was holding in his hand. Ethan was a 6ft brunette with a pale complexion. They had met seven years ago at a Pride event in Chicago and married two years later.
Kevin stepped into the kitchen. Ethan looked his way but didn't speak. Instead, he cut into the cheesecake, creating a perfect slice. He had been quiet all evening, his eyes distant. "You know, Ethan," Kevin began, trying to break the silence as he handed Ethan three clean dessert plates, "I've got a good feeling about this promotion. I don't want to brag but the others in the office have not had the best track record in regards to sales the past two quarters and with Anna leaving I feel I'm the best suited and just maybe this dinner and your perfect cheesecake will send it over the edge." He gave his husband a kiss on the cheek. Ethan gave him a reluctant smile. Kein didn't know what was wrong but he didn't have the capacity to handle it this evening. Once Jamal had left he would make a point to talk to Ethan and figure out why he had been so distant all day.
The doorbell rang. Kevin felt his body jump. Every hair was standing on end. He hurried to the door, opening it to reveal Jamal, tall and imposing, his dark eyes immediately ran up and down his employee. He carried a bottle of wine. He was a masterpiece of a man. Standing at 6'4, he seemed to tower over Kevin.
"Kevin, good to see you," Jamal said, his voice deep and commanding. He handed Kevin the body but before he could respond, Jamal's eyes fell over his shoulder, "And who's this?" Kevin looked back to see Ethan in his crip clean polo standing in the hallway with a soft smile on his face.
"This is my husband, Ethan," Kevin replied, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. Jamal had never met his husband before. They were meant to attend a family luncheon even a few months back but Ethan had to attend a work conference.
Jamal extended his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ethan, nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you." This was true. Kevin hyped up Ethan as often as he could.
Ethan shook Jamal's hand, his eyes lingering on Jamal's broad shoulders and muscular frame, still evident through his navy suit. He must have come directly from the office. "Nice to meet you too, Jamal."
Shutting the door Kevin turned back to the pair.
"Dinner will be done in about ten minutes. If you would like to freshen up the bathroom is at the end of the hall." Taking the bottle in hand Kevin moved to the kitchen, "I will add the finishing touch and get things plated."
Dinner was incredible. Perfectly poached salmon alongside an almond-roasted potato au gratin and asparagus. Of course, Jamal dominated the conversation just as he often did in the office. He was a powerful man with a booming voice. Ethan listened intently as Kevin bragged about his successes. Kevin could tell it bored him but Ethan was playing the perfect partner to clinch that promotion! Kevin tried to interject a handful of times, but his words seemed to fade in comparison.
"Ethan would you mind getting the cheesecake from the kitchen so Jamal and I can chat." He winked his husband's way.
"Can you grab it, Kevin?" Ethan smiled, "Jamal was telling me bout his trip to Jamaica last summer. Did you know he actually wears Speedos on the beach? With a body like that, I can see why." Jamal laughed.
"Thank you." He responded, "I regularly go to the gym each morning before work. Its been a routine of mine for 15 years, roughly"
"Really?" Ethan looked at Jamal from head to toe. Kevin rolled his eyes. Ethan could be a flirt but if it got him the promotion and pay increase, he could look the other way this once. Kevin had hoped to talk about the promotion while his husband was getting, the cheesecake but that plan had gone south, "While Kevin gets the dessert, how about me migrate to the living room?"
"Sounds good to me." Jamal agreed. Ethan watched as Jamal's thighs flexed as he stood. He had already noticed the very prominent bulge Kevin was packing before they stepped into the dining room but suddenly it seemed to take center stage as the pair made their way to the living room.
Moments later Kevin rounded the corner with the chocolate drizzled cheesecakes. Jamal had sat down next to Ethan, his leg brushing against Ethan's. Ethan clearly hadn't pulled away. Kevin was slightly annoyed but he couldn't jeopardize this opportunity.
"You know, Jamal," Kevin said, lowering his voice as he handed his boss and partner their plates, "I had wanted to invite you over tonight in hopes of talking about Anna stepping away from the organization." There was silence in the room. Had Kevin not made his point clear. He watched as Jamal's thick lips ran over the spoon, "I was just thinking maybe I could take a chance and step up to the plate. These past two quarters I have..."
"Let me stop you right there," Jamal said cutting off Kevin mid-stride. He gestured for Ethan to take his plate for him. Ethan obliged and sat it on the side table, "Thanks, baby. Here's the thing Kevin, I'm not going to mince words here. I don't think you would be appropriate for the job.
Kevin found himself wanting to shout, "Why?" But he held back. And did Jamal just call Ethan, baby? Kevin's face fell. Ethan was the only one with the nerve to speak with a simple,
"Oh?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I know your work has been good," Jamal said placing his hand on Ethan's thigh. The pale-skinned man glanced down, "but you do not have the aggressive nature to be able to keep going strong like you have. All the sales you have received these past two quarters while good, fell into your lap." Kevin felt a lump build in his throat, "You did not actively receive any of them." Jamal's hand moved higher up Ethan's thigh, his fingers tracing circles on Ethan's jeans. "Yeah, you see, I need someone... bigger. Someone who can handle the job."
Ethan looked down at Jamal's hand, his heart pounding. "Bigger?" he asked, his voice hoarse. Was Kevin even noticing this or was he too focused on his attempted promotion?
"But the rest of the staff hasn't even come close to the numbers I have brought in," Kevin interjected. He had a point, but Jamal shook his head.
"I didn't say I was promoting them either." The 6'4 black man pointed to Kevin, "I will be hiring from outside the company. We need someone with a shark-like instinct who doesn't care about the little man! Do you think I got to where I am today caring about the little boys beneath me?"
Jamal leaned in, his breath hot on Ethan's ear as he spoke. His hand moved to cup Ethan's groin. Kevin let out a small gasp, his body responding to Jamal's touch. He looked at Kevin. Kevin, oblivious, was still trying to plead his case. Ethan felt his own breath deepen. The warmth of Jamal's hand was warming his dick and balls. His entire hand was encasing his crotch. He knew Kevin's hand could never manage that. Kevin had continued speaking but Ethan as zoned out. He glanced over to Jamal's large package which seemed to be bigger than before. How could he get away with wearing such tight pants at work? He is the CEO. Ethan pulled himself back in time to hear Kevin say he'd clear the plates. Looking to all the plates the cheesecake had barely been touched. It was obvious he was simply trying to escape to gather these thoughts and emotions.
Ethan's heart was pounding in his chest as Kevin left the room. Looking out the window Ethan could see the main street below as a few cars passed by. Kevin's blue Ford Escort sat just across the road. He was pulled back into the room as Jamal squeezed his dick softly. "You want this, don't you, Ethan? I could see it as soon as I walked in the house," he asked. He didn't give Ethan a moment to answer, "You're dick starved I can tell". Jamal laughed. The low growl of his voice sent waves through Ethan's body. Jamal moved his hand from Ethan's crotch and for the briefest moment, the brunette felt empty, almost begging for him to put his hand back. "So, what's the issue? Not enough fucking? Does Kevin have erectile dysfunction." He laughed again. Jamal turned Ethan to face him and he slipped his hands into either side of the man's tucked-in polo and began to pull it free, "Is his dick too small?" Ethan looked away unable to speak. "That's it isn't it? That explains why he can't sell a damn thing and doesn't have the balls to actually qualify for this role."
Ethan's breath was coming in short gasps. Jamal's hands were everywhere, touching, teasing, driving Ethan wild as he slowly lifted the man's shirt exposing the white porcelain skin underneath. Leaning over he pressed his thick lips against Ethan's. The man felt adrenalin run through his body. What was he doing? He had never cheated on Kevin and had never thought about it! Let alone with his boss. Let along with him in the other room! He was going to be back any second. Despite the protest, his mind screamed he instinctively reached for Jamal's belt, his hands fumbling as he tried to free Jamal. The ban removed his blazer and tossed it on the floor. The pair fumbled with clothes and Jamal leaned in kissing the man's neck then making his way down his pecs to the soft pink nipple calling his name.
"So..." He muttered through suckling, "How small is it? Kevin's dick I mean. 5 inches? 6 inches? Maybe it's 7 inches."
Ethan paused in the process of unbuttoning Jamal's shirt, "You consider 7 inches small?"
