I could have fallen in love with anyone. Anyone but Tyler Greyson. He’s the C.E.O’s son, barely eighteen years old and already twisting me around his little finger. Now he wants me to attend his party. I’m only a low-paid robotics maintenance tech, fifty years old and twice divorced—what could a boy like him possibly want with a man like me?
I’m about to find out.
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“My office.” It was always a command with Tyler, never a request. I loved the way he rode in on his bike and bossed me about, even when we’d not seen one another for days. I didn’t know what he did with his time outside of keeping an eye on the down and dirty of robotics engineering and repair—had to be college, surely?—but the moment he showed up, any thoughts I had of finishing work were off the table. We’d often chat in his office, me all greased up and filthy, him bright with the joys and promises of youth, his skin unblemished by the callouses and the dirt under my fingernails that marked me as a blue collar worker.
I followed Tyler to the office like it was any normal day. Norman was out on break. Blueprints lay scattered across the desk, detailing a new model, the Gigolo Maxx. Tyler seemed to loom close behind me, like a shadow, and I was scared my proximity would reveal my attraction to him. The hairs on my neck stood up, the first swell of arousal making my prick half-hard. I sat down at the desk and crossed my legs, hoping to hide any bulge that might be blindingly obvious in my overalls. I felt like a dirty old man preying on the young, a creeper who belonged behind a two-way mirror as Tyler undressed and played with his impossibly fine cock—
My thoughts were not helping the prick trapped between my legs, now painfully pressing into my leg. I hoped the pressure would make it die down, but even pain seemed like pleasure when he was around.
“I’m having a party this weekend.” Tyler’s statement hung in the air and I wasn’t sure if it was an invitation or simply a conversation starter. His pants were stretched taut against his crotch as he sat down and it took all my efforts not to stare at the flaccid but impressive prick outlined there, like it was a package begging to be unwrapped. I wanted to crawl under the desk and beg to service him. I had to remind myself that there was no way Tyler would want my old mouth on him, even if he was into guys. He deserved some other rich young heir to rule by his side.
“House party while your father’s away?” I asked casually.
“Something like that.” There was a glimmer in Tyler’s eyes and I wasn’t sure if it was excitement or something else. “Wanna come?”
I wasn’t sure whether to laugh out loud or not. Me, at a party? I imagined a bunch of young men and women dancing and getting laid while I hung out in the corner with a beer waiting for the night to be over and the hideous noise they called modern music to end. Maybe I’d even study the blueprints for the Maxx like a complete bore. What madness compelled this young man to invite me, of all people, to a party?
“I’m not sure—“
“Don’t worry. You’ll love it. I promise.” Something about Tyler’s voice made my prick harden further, the way his invitation sounded like a threat—or a promise. I didn’t know if I was imagining it, lost in my haze of desire, but his eyes seemed to have a ‘come hither’ look to them.
“Yes. Of course I’ll come.”
Tyler smiled sweetly before pushing a piece of paper across the desk with an address, date, and time scrawled on it. I took it like it was an invitation to some clandestine meeting and tucked it in my overall pocket like a precious treasure that could not be lost. He was up and gone before I could say another thing, barely giving me a glimpse of his ass before he mounted his motorbike and rode off into the day.