AGENCY by Mark Sherwood sherwoodm94@yahoo.com
Agency is a story that centers around a New York advertising office, with the emphasis on one employee in particular, who is a sexual compulsive gay twenty seven year old new man.
The names of people and places are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or deceased, are purely coincidental. The story itself it fiction the events are not fiction. They happen in big cities such as New York. "Agency", is one of them
It was December 2004, and it was snowing.
Joseph will curse a little when he becomes excited. Actually, dirty talk he hurls about without thinking. I was prepared to hear just about anything.
"There is only one thing that I want, and it's the same thing you want." I said; life sucks and one has to make the most of it.
The Story
"What do you say Ethan, do you think we had better head back to the office? The weather report is not too good," said Joseph.
"I think we had better damn well do just that; but you are the boss. One thing is for certain, if I have another cocktail, you will have to carry me out of here." Replied Ethen
"That is not going to happen and it is a four block walk back to the agency. I think the cold air will do us good," said Joseph.
We had just finished a lip-smacking buffet including three martinis with our lunch and buzzed from the gin. I should have taken the subway home, to downtown Manhattan; but I did not. Joseph was supposed to drive home to Riverside Drive, but that would have to wait for a while.
Since we were alcohol laden with gin; we avoided the walking and took a taxi back to the office. After some hot coffee and an hour's rest, the java would be just the ticket, for getting us back on track. We were not drunk, just `tipsy' might be a better way to think of it.
Joe and I were the only ones who returned; out of necessity, due to guzzling gin. Everybody had left early that day, due to the forecast of a heavy snowstorm approaching.
I am Ethan Witten, employed by the `Noel Rominsky Advertising Agency' mainly for my ability to think of unusual slogans and splashing comeback. Being creative is my strongpoint because I am gay; at least that is what the good liberals tell me. It is an artistic license, to be weird, that straight people have given me – so ridiculous an idea, but I go with the flow.
Working in midtown Manhattan certainly is never boring. I do not sit around thinking of clever things to say; that would be dumb, when one needs to be productive. I am a computer reference operator, which is a fancy title, meaning not much.' My job is perfect for an idiot to handle. I download words and phrases, giving them a twist with a creative slant for advertising. I develop one of a kind' copy myself, and everybody feels better.
The staff was small with four employees that included me. Amy, a fashion conscience phony, was the receptionist. She was the first person one met when coming into the office. Jennifer was the secretary and knew everything about everything. Rick, who went by Ricardo, was responsible for calling on Broadway theatre companies selling advertising. He was handsome and a terrific dresser. Ricardo was truly a Latin from Manhattan.
My boss, Joseph Rominsky, is a decent man, quite Jewish and married with a grown son, named Connor who completed college almost two years ago. He has the ambition of a sleeping pill, according to Joseph, his dad. The last I heard, he was still unemployed. I have never met Connor.
When I refer to Joseph, as being `quite Jewish,' I am speaking of work ethics and a man who is all business. His wife Diane, is nice, but a tad uppity, and seems phony to me; but that is only an observation.
The grandfather, Morris, is impossible, and thinks everybody owes their success to him. His clandestine title is hawk' – He watched everybody and trusted no one, when he ran the agency. The best thing about Morris Rominsky is that hawk' is retired. It was a glorious day when he decided to leave and let Joseph, his son, run the business.
There is not much to say about Joseph other than being cool with a fit body and a gem to work for. I guess that makes him special. He is average looking so I doubt that MGM would ever give him a screen test based on his looks. That is, unless Hollywood wants a hot Jew with black hair and good teeth. The part of this well put together man is handsomely packaged and looks yummy.
Age is normally a factor, when describing a person; but not for me. I look at a man, as a man, not a number. Okay, Joseph admits to being forty-six. What else can I say; I could rape that man and willingly plead guilty.
I like married men; but married men do not like me, especially if I act gay around them, talking like a butterfly with my hands – so, I cool it at work, and the clients call me `sir.'
However, after dark, I tend to be a wild cocksucker, for the ones I get my clutches on in Washington Square Park. From the small reception desk, where I was resting, after we got back from lunch; I heard Joseph call, from his office.
"Ethan, come in here a second."
I struggled a bit getting to my feet standing as straight as I could, and went into his office. I walked in and saw Joe with his face close to the computer screen.
"Ethan, I'm wasted. Does this page make any sense?" he asked and swiveled around in his chair. I hoped he was not watching porn and wanted my input on Pussy and boobs. I am not sure why that thought entered my head; it was dumb, but not a big deal.
I had to get next to him to see what he was referring to on the computer.
"Let me read it myself," I said, trying to get closer to the computer screen.
It was not porn. In fact, it was not anything that made sense, and I had to tell him that. Joseph was looking at an article about the rain forest in the Amazon.
"Why are you interested in the Amazon?" I asked
"I don't know, I thought there was an idea there you might be able to use," he replied
Still a little buzzed, I leaned over too far and lost my balance. I tumbled face first onto his desk and my hand landed in his lap. Actually, it was right between Joe's legs. There was a split second of stillness as I straighten myself up and removed my hand. I thought I had de-nutted him, He moaned, but didn't say a word...
"Yikes sorry boss," I said, not sounding especially convincing.
"Leave it there." He said to me
"What?"
"Leave your hand there Ethan," he said to me and placed it back between his legs
"Why, because I'm gay?"
"Because I want it there," Joseph replied, squeezing his legs together, locking my hand on his crotch.
After that, it was literally a cyclone.
My hand stayed between his legs, I was actually touching my boss's cock, and he wanted me to do it. His legs were solid and whatever was there was meaty enough for me to drop the pretense and acknowledge my cock sucking ways. Everything was moving fast and I was sure it was the booze making us carry on this way; perhaps Gin was the catalyst that brought out lust in Joseph that was always there. I was not about to analyze a thing. Being haughty-taughty is not my thing, when a married man wants me to touch him between his legs.
This was a get down and dirty chance for me, to go for the brass ring. I may be sorry later, but as Hayworth said, "I'll cry tomorrow."
Joe held my wrist firmly between his legs. He straightened upright in the chair, still holding me and pressing my body to his chest. It was like a scene, from a black and white movie, with me on his lap and staring into his eyes.
"You want it - don't you?" Joe said barely audible.
"More than you know boss," I said
"Can I trust you to keep your mouth shut," asked Joseph
"Absolutely"
"You will get no special favors from me," he said sounding like a politician. "This is strictly business after hours."
"Absolutely, I know that. There is only one thing that I want, and it's the same thing you want." I said
"I like you Ethan," said Joseph
"I like you too boss," I replied
We started making out at once, if what we started, one would call, making out. I put my cheek next to his cheek and thought to kiss him; but he turned his head and mumbled, NO.
My legs were straddling him and he placed his hands onto my back and pulled me in about as close as one can get chest to chest, and not be wearing the same shirt.
His grasp was electrifying, with a special brand of excitement, because it was coming from my boss, His hands worked their way down my back and onto my ass. He was grabbing and kneading my butt. I figurered he wanted to fuck me by the way he was playing with me.
"Damn," I thought, "is this what middle age married men like doing; fucking a dude in the ass?" I'm not too crazy about giving up my butt, just to make some person feel good; while I take the pain from being stuffed with a dick. Nope, that didn't make much sense to me. I'm just a cocksucker and a damn good one at that."
I could tell that he was enjoying himself; but this was no place to start something like that, sitting in an office chair. I wanted to please him, but not willing to be a sacrificial lamb; whatever that means. It was beginning to snow and we could see some accumulation building on the sidewalk.
I was wondering just how far he would take this butt grabbing. I was getting sober at this point and Joseph was too. We began talking, about the weather.
I was still on his lap, and Joe was playing with me between my legs. He had his hand on my dick, which was still in my pants, but getting hard. I had no idea that Joe was interested in cock, but apparently, he was.
"The forecast calls for a foot of the white stuff; and you know how that ties up transportation in Manhattan. Do you think we should get out of here before the snow becomes any deeper?" I said.
"Yeah, damn it, I know all about snow on the parkway. I have to play that game all winter" He replied
I take the subway train downtown to Mulberry Street in Little Italy. My parents own a brownstone building and they live on the entire ground floor. Upstairs, they rent to tenants.
I grew up in Manhattan and proud to admit that I am a true New Yorker. I am twenty-seven years old and I live with my parents, because it is cheaper, desirable and the Italian cooking is the best. I paid room and board but only a modest amount.
"So what do you think," said Joseph
"About what?"
"The snow, should we stop now and get the hell out of here?"
"You're the boss, you tell me. This is not the first time I had to get around New York in the snow." I replied
"I'm feeling pretty good, let's hang out for a while longer. It's only a little snow – fuck it. I am bubbling and getting off would calm me down a bit"
"Did you say, bubbling?
"Yeah Ethan, I did – see"
Joseph had his pants open and he was wearing white boxer briefs with a wet spot where his cock was pressing hard and leaking against the fabric.
I pushed myself away from him and knelt down on the floor, between his legs. He ran one hand through my hair and started unbuttoning his shirt with the other. He was commando under his shirt, so I could see his bare chest. He was solid and had tuffs of black sexy hair in a line going down his stomach leading to the baby factory below his belt.
Without commenting, he raised his butt up, so I could slid his underwear and pants down to his knees.
I lapped away on the wet spot in his briefs and tasted it. There wasn't much to it, except the slutty act itself. I wanted more, so I licked his cock and gave it a firm hug with my fingers. More precum was oozing out of his piss slit.
"You're leaking Joe, damn, but you are hot," I said
"You better get it little buddy; don't waste the syrup."
I engulfed his cock head in my mouth and started sucking.
"Ahh shit, Ethan, deeper, go deeper," he mumbled sounding like he was a porn star in front of a camera.
I drew more cock into my mouth until I had it all. My nose touched the pubic hair on his crotch, and I began kneading his flesh with my lips.
His cock is average, and not terribly large, but very good for blowjobs. Joe is a desirable cut Jewish man with girth. The dick on this man is fine, mighty fine.
I have a good gag reflex and can swallow cock deep keeping it warm, until I begin to gag. I love doing that with somebody hot like Joe. His cock is without a doubt, perfect eating material; and the ideal part is Joe smells like a man.
Joseph tends to curse a little when he becomes excited. Actually, dirty expressions he hurls about without thinking. I was prepared to hear just about anything.
I am not sensitive when people shout nasty outburst during sex. I am a good employee, reliable with a `stick to it' attitude. With Joe, I planned to work in earnest, syphoning that tube creating a glorious climax, for my boss.
Joe was breathing heavy, and had placed both his hands on my head. He guided me up and down, as I made a first rate pig of myself. I gently slid his briefs off, in order to get better access to my lunch plate. His underwear had a meaty smell, my underwear smelled like tide.
I was slobbering over his hard cock and Joseph was moaning.
"Fuck, but that feels good. Suck it dry dude; I am not taking any nutt juice home with me; you are there, so suck it dry. My wife could never suck like this. She's a haughty bitch."
"Whatever you say, boss." I replied
"Drain me fucker. Just do it," he pleaded
I wanted to get those hefty balls in my mouth, but I was having trouble with him sitting in that damn chair.
"Up Joe," - I said "I am going crotch hunting."
He pulled himself out of the chair and stood in front of me. His dick hung down like a banana and his nut sack rested between his thighs.
I placed my nose beneath those heavy balls so they were resting on my face. I love the smell of crotch. It is like poppers on a lawn of fuzz.
The temperature was warm in the office, allowing his balls to hang low. I had some serious work to do, sucking those beauties.
I slurped one jolly into my mouth, they were so big, and I could only fit one at a time.
"Oh my God," Joseph moaned.
I could tell it had been a while since he'd gotten this much attention, and I was on a mission to make him feel fantastic. I sucked and nuzzled on both nuts, then made my way back to his solid hard cock. The head was big and I knew he was on his way to dumping something sticky that wouldn't go to waste.
He still had his black dress socks on. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned and dangling on the edge of his bronze shoulders. He looked so fucking hot, because he was hot.
It is painful to want something so badly. I spread his legs and started massaging the inside of his legs, as I continued to work on him. I figured he was well enough out of his mind, to let me go where no man had gone before. As long as I got there, I did not give a damn who got there before me.
My mouth never stopped gliding over his cock, applying pressure, warmth and spit. I got Joe's legs into the air and rested them on my shoulder. His ass cheeks were fuzzy with black hair. I gave him a light smack and made love to that hole with my tongue. I licked the cheeks of his butt and darted in and out of his hole using my tongue. He tasted as wonderful as he smelled – all man.
"Oh my god, you are eating my ass;" he yelled pushing into my face so I could go deeper. "Do it, Ethan – holy shit, do it" he cried out.
This is what I secretly wanted every time I saw the butt on this man. I wanted to rim that pumpkin, from my first day working here, and now I was doing it.
"Get in there Ethan, get the fuck in there," he continued yelling at me.
I reached around and stroked his cock, which was still nice and wet. I could feel his sphincter opening and closing as my tongue moved like a garden snake inside his hole.
"I'm gonna cum," Joseph said, unable to control himself much longer. "You fucker, I am gonna cum."
I put my greedy mouth over his cock, and his knees buckled a little. With my hand, I cupped his balls closer to his body. I pushed a few times, using my nose and it drove him crazy. Soon he was screaming, "I'm cuming, you cocksucker, you are making me cum."
I could taste his cum as it rolled to the back of my mouth and it wasn't bad. Not nasty and salty, but warm slippery and thick. It was strands of cum that slid willingly down my throat.
I swallowed as much as I could, but this was a huge load and I did not think I could take it all. I was hard as nails and my cock wanted to play too.
I spit the remainder of Joe's stuff into my hand and started jerking myself off, using his sticky syrup for lube.
I love the thought of masturbating with my boss's semen; it has a powerful feeling to it. I wanted to lick my hand clean afterwards, as a form of admiration for him. Crazy they call me.
It didn't take me long. Just looking at his cum moving around in my hand, I exploded. I sprayed jizz on my legs and on the chair. My hand was a sticky mess, but no – I did not lick it clean. I used a tissue.
He was still recovering from his orgasm. I peered at him, and he had his eyes closed and his legs still spread apart. His dick was soft and lying there tired and precious.
Through the office window, I could see the snow building outside... "We have to go," I whispered, "wake up."
"I'm not sleeping, I'm chilling – that was fuckin good Ethen." He said
I pulled my pants up, zippering and buttoning them in record time. I grinned mischievously at Joe, with his cock soft, his underwear down with only socks on his feet and his balls drained.
"Time to get dressed, boss," I said smiling at him
"I know – I know, I'm just airing this shit out before I go home." He replied as he pulled his briefs back around his butt.
"Go, you leave, said Joseph. I will be along shortly. I want to put this place back in order. "Remember, we don't talk about this," he said
"I know"
"It won't happen again" he continued
"I know"
"You were damn good Ethen, really good," he admitted
"Yeah, I know, but you were better boss. Do you want to think about an encore?"
"You heard what I said about that."
"I probably could get an hour off from work. My boss is cool as hell to work for." I replied this time laughing.
"Get the fuck outta here, good lookin – be careful," Joseph said with a warm smile. "I will think about it."
"You too boss, why don't you leave the car in the parking garage and take a taxi home. I'll see you on Monday"
"I might do that." he replied
I left him there and headed towards the 49th street station. On the way, I used my hand to wipe something sticky off my lip. When I waited for a light to cross the street, I saw Joseph getting into a taxi. Damn he was nice.
Sex is strange; sometimes I think I slept through completely new instructions about a man's body. I wondered if on Monday, things would be okay between us. Well, there was one sure way to find out.
Part two – Ethen meets Connor
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