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Seth and Andy arrived at the office together. They didn’t know each other before that morning, nor have any special interest in working for the company. But the college placement service had recommended them for internships, and as working and studying at the same time was a condition of their enrolment, both 18 year olds found themselves standing outside on the sidewalk on that breezy summer morning waiting to be admitted.
”Seth,” said the shorter of the two youths, holding out his hand.
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”Andy,” said the taller guy, shaking it. “Internship?”
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”Yeah. You?”
Andy nodded. There seemed nothing else to say. He wanted a cigarette so pushed his hands deep into his pockets to stifle the urge to light up. Except that his trousers were too tight so he pulled his hands back out.
Seth looked Andy up and down. Tight shirt. Tight trousers. Tall and slender. Smooth young face. Preppy blonde hair swept back. He imagined a chiselled chest under the slightly transparent shirt, nipples showing like shadows.
My type, Andy thought. What is it about shorter guys? How they fit neatly against you whether standing up or lying down, on top or underneath. Fuck! He was hard and lowered a hand to cover the bulge at his groin.
Seth lowered his eyes following Andy’s hand. The guy is hard, Seth thought. Standing here, talking to me, on the sidewalk waiting for someone to answer the door, hard. At 8.30am. Fuck!
Andy saw Seth‘s eyes drop to his groin. It just made him harder. He adjusted his stance, feeling his cock rub against the zip. He smiled. Involuntary. The other guy looked up and smiled back. He had perfect white teeth.
“I need a fucking cigarette,” Andy said. “You smoke?”
Seth nodded. “Coffee break. Later,” he said. “Cigarette. You and me. Yeah.”
”Yeah.” Andy pulled his hand away. He felt fine now letting the other guy know he was hard. He liked him. His look. His banter. And he smoked. Maybe something stronger than cigarettes.
The door opened and they stepped inside.
”Seth,” said the shorter of the two youths, holding out his hand.
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”Andy,” said the taller guy, shaking it. “Internship?”
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”Yeah. You?”
Andy nodded. There seemed nothing else to say. He wanted a cigarette so pushed his hands deep into his pockets to stifle the urge to light up. Except that his trousers were too tight so he pulled his hands back out.
Seth looked Andy up and down. Tight shirt. Tight trousers. Tall and slender. Smooth young face. Preppy blonde hair swept back. He imagined a chiselled chest under the slightly transparent shirt, nipples showing like shadows.
My type, Andy thought. What is it about shorter guys? How they fit neatly against you whether standing up or lying down, on top or underneath. Fuck! He was hard and lowered a hand to cover the bulge at his groin.
Seth lowered his eyes following Andy’s hand. The guy is hard, Seth thought. Standing here, talking to me, on the sidewalk waiting for someone to answer the door, hard. At 8.30am. Fuck!
Andy saw Seth‘s eyes drop to his groin. It just made him harder. He adjusted his stance, feeling his cock rub against the zip. He smiled. Involuntary. The other guy looked up and smiled back. He had perfect white teeth.
“I need a fucking cigarette,” Andy said. “You smoke?”
Seth nodded. “Coffee break. Later,” he said. “Cigarette. You and me. Yeah.”
”Yeah.” Andy pulled his hand away. He felt fine now letting the other guy know he was hard. He liked him. His look. His banter. And he smoked. Maybe something stronger than cigarettes.
The door opened and they stepped inside.