Naughty Gay Stories 5: Screwing the Boss

By Lucas Loveless

A southern boy and a hot corporate find more than work in common when they finally give into their desires for each other. Can they let their guards down to accept one another, or is all they have the hottest sex of their lives? Warning: this is an explicit gay romance and erotica story intended for mature readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucas Loveless
• Release date: Feb 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9781005797454

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Naughty Gay Stories 5

Screwing the Boss

Written by Lucas Loveless

Check out more stories from the Naught Gay Stories series:

Naughty Gay Stories

1. Sleeping with My Son’s Friend

2. Used by My Dad’s Friends

3. Seduced by My Mom’s Ex-Boyfriend

4. Sleeping with My Stepdad

5. Screwing the Boss

Chapter One

Danny

Why does he have to be so damn good looking? Out of all the interns to be working for the Peaks Advertising Agency, that little prick gets a job here. He's 23, hot as hell, and I want him so bad he's all I think about. He's Clay Scar, and he's in my head, and I can't get him out.

I stand by the punch bowl at the office party, downing some free cocktails on a cold December night in the city. Yeah, I dressed up in a button up shirt and slacks. Some of the secretaries here at the office are checking me out, but it's no secret that I'm gay. Women, huh... they always want what they can't have.

Jennifer, a big breasted brunette in a tight skirt, approaches me with a smile on her face and a drink in hand. You know this is a party, right, Danny? You're supposed to be enjoying yourself.

I am, I growl back as I take a sip of punch and vodka. I'm having a great old time.

But Jennifer can see that my eyes are dead set on the man across the room, Clay. She sighs. Danny, you idiot, just go tell him that you want to fuck. I've seen the way you two look at each other. He wants you, too.

I almost choke on an ice cube. Jennifer, the guy is straight. I've seen him flirting with practically every girl around the office.

But he doesn't take any of them home. She shrugs. Come on, Danny. I've known you for four years now. Your whole life is this job. Don't you think you should at least try and find someone, someone special?

As I stare across the room at that gorgeous, green eyed bastard, I bite my lip and I think about it. Maybe she's right.

Clay

He's staring at me again. Fuck, I can practically feel his eyes on me. If only I wasn't so freaking nervous to approach him. But how could I? I'm an intern and technically, Danny Peterson is kind of my boss.

Danny, he's hot and broad shouldered with scruff on his face I want to lick. Whenever he walks by he smells of this cologne that makes my cock always spring up at attention. The sound of his voice makes me want him. Everything about him makes me want him. But, his attitude is terrible. Sure, he's hot. But he's also the biggest asshole I've ever been around. He always wants to pick fights. And he treats me like I'm a slave.

I'm talking to patty, one of the other interns here at Peaks Advertising, at the Christmas party. She s getting drunk and she's all over me. But she doesn't know, just like no one else knows, that I'm gay. I'm not out, yet. Not to anyone.

I'm from a small town in Louisiana, and if my father knew that I was gay... well, I could just see the look of disappointment on his face now.

Taking a drink of punch and vodka, I stare back at those entrancing dark eyes across the room. Maybe it's the liquor in me, or maybe it's because after all these months Danny treating me like a nobody, but I want to go up to him and talk to him. Maybe I'll even start a fight like he does with me.

Danny

Holy fuck, Clay is coming this way. I take a deep breath through my nostrils. Play it cool, I think. Just play it cool like always. I'm 30 now, and I have been through enough bullshit in my life, so I'm excellent at hiding my real emotions.

Jennifer nudges me. Look. He's coming!

You should leave, I tell her in a commanding tone.

She winks at me. Go get him, tiger.

I look the other way when that gorgeous intern approaches, like I don't care about him, but my stomach is turning and my hands feel a little clammy. No man has ever made me feel like this, and trust me, I've been with my fair share of good looking men.

Clay comes to the punch table and pours himself a fresh glass. We don't look at each other. Didn't think you would come to this party, he says. His voice is deep, and he speaks with a delicious southern accent that makes me stare at his mouth. Thought you were too cool for these kinds of things.

I glance at him. I bite my lip, and I end staring at his toned arms that his sweater clings to. I look down. Clay fills out his jeans well. It's obvious the company gym is doing him well.

I thought I would see how lame it is, I say, taking another slow slip from my cup.

Clay stands near me, and we watch the party. I can smell the cologne he's wearing. My nostrils flare with it. It's intoxicating. I want to smell his skin, to know what it tastes like.

You're so full of it, he says under his breath. He takes a drink.

I'm the one that's full of it? I turn to him. For a moment he looks my way and I see those gorgeous eyes of his. His dirty blonde, curled bangs hang above them like drapes. I saw you over there, trying to get with our secretary. Great job, man. I always knew you were the type to screw your way around the office.

He narrows his eyes at me. It's hot, when he's mad. He takes a step closer and lowers his voice. Fuck you, man.

I stand up straight. Did I just hear an intern cuss at me?

Yeah, you did. I bet you're the exact same type you think I am. You've probably screwed more women in this place than you can count.

I smile back at him, knowing I've won. Wrong again, Clay. I prefer to fuck men.

He flinches, staring at me. I see him squeeze his cup a little harder, and he gulps nervously. You mean, you're, you're gay?

I nod. Cocky now because I have him rattled, I decide to toy with him. I lean a little closer. Don't tell me that makes you nervous.

His cheeks are turning red. No, not all. I don't care. I bet you fuck all the men in this office then.

He's so awkward and adorable that I can't help but toy with him. I put my finger on his firm chest and trace it down to the top of his stomach. "Not all of them... There's at least