Making a buck isn't the only thing that’s hard around these working class 'stiffs'.
Blurb:
Hard working men, working hard or just 'workin' it'. Whether in the corporate board room, from street thug to bodyguard, artist to artisan, these men know what they want, and how to get it.
**This edition includes - Corporate Game, Overtime, Calendar Club, The Cartoonist, The Masseur, The Rock Star, Hercules and Nero, Exhibitionists and Voyeurs, and Without Arms – All originally published as individual eBooks by loveyoudivine Alterotica.**
Complete Digital Edition: 978-1-60054-653-2
Cover Price: $6.99
lyd Category: Men 4 Men
Length: 288 pdf Pages / 52294 words
Rating: 4
Formats Available: pdf, prc, lit, zipped html,
lrf, epub, RB, Trade Paperback, CDE
Excerpt: From Corporate Game.
Adam slammed shut the door of the yellow taxi cab, bundling his trench coat over his shoulder. He shoved his briefcase under his arm and walked briskly toward the revolving door of his corporate office building while checking his watch. How the hell had he managed to be an hour late for a board meeting? It was unheard of, for the man who had made his reputation as the ever punctual businessman.
"Mr. Locklear! At last you’re here! I delayed the meeting as long as I could. Mr. Jamison is furious, you'd better hurry!" Barry, Adam's secretary, took his coat and briefcase while shoving several files into the hands of his boss, along with a freshly brewed, cup of coffee.
Once Adam was safely behind the closed boardroom doors, Barry held his boss's coat to his face, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of the man and his cologne. Barry was a handsome, middle aged man black man in his thirties, medium build, glasses, thick shock of wavy brown hair, caramel complexion and extremely shy around his boss when it came to getting Adam's special attention. Adam, the extremely capable, Creole born, handsome, well built boss of Barry's dreams, hardly knew Barry was alive only recognizing him as a very capable assistant.
The meeting had been grueling. Jamison loved an audience when belittling his executives. Today had been no different. Adam leaned back at his desk and swung around to look over an impressive New York City skyline. He searched his desk for the morning mail, then banged the intercom and barked into it.
"Barry! Where the hell is today's mail?" Information he desperately needed would be in today's mail and it wasn't there on his desk as it should have been. One more foul up today and Jamison would have his ass. He loosened his tie and tossed his jacket onto the leather couch. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt revealing a hairy well defined chest.
"Sorry boss. Caesar hasn't got up here yet. You want me to call the mailroom?" Barry recognized the irritated tone in his boss's voice, any minute an angry tirade would follow about something he had no control over. Just then mercifully, Barry heard the familiar squeak of the mail cart.
"Hola Barry...my man. Wassup?" Caesar couldn't have been more than nineteen but he'd been on this mail run as long as Barry could remember. He had watched the awkward teenager grow into a handsome young man with a beautiful toothy white smile and a body to die for. Unlike other banji boys his age, he had opted to wear form fitting shirts and tight slacks to work, accentuating his buffed body and bulging basket.
Caesar didn't wear underwear and the definition between his balls and club-like length of his uncut cock were obvious to everyone, especially when he wore light colors, like today.
"Jesus Christ, Caesar! My boss is having a shit fit over the late mail. What kept ya?" Barry quickly helped Caesar sort out Adam's mail, while breathing in the raunchy mustiness of the Latino hunk.
"Well you remember Bob Jones? His last day was yesterday and he came to pick up his check and shit, everybody got talking, you know wishing him well and trading stories and shit....well the time just got away. Hey no big deal." Caesar said as he handed the rest of the mail to Barry. He smiled in recognition when he saw Adam standing in the doorway, but it faded when he saw that the executive was flushed faced with anger.
"Maybe the mailroom doesn't think my mail is such a big deal Caesar but Mr. Jamison and I do. I don't care what you do in your spare time but you were hired to ....get in here please!" Barry took his mail from Barry and waited while Caesar pushed his cart into Adam's office.
Adam took his seat behind his desk and motioned Caesar to take the chair nearby. Caesar shrugged and sat down. If he was any later with the other executive’s mail, he could blame the additional delay on this pompous ass. He sat down and stretched out. His cock pressed against his thigh, visible beneath his thin cotton trousers. Adam glanced at the mail, suddenly smiling as he set a large folder aside before turning his attention to the cocky mail boy.
"Look Caesar, you've been here longer than me and I don't know how things were before but, we have a time schedule here. I don't think I should be the one to talk to the mailroom heads about your regular habit of getting up here when you damn well please. I called you in here to issue a warning..." Adam couldn't take his eyes off the man's bulging basket and the way Caesar's shirt hugged to his muscled chest and tightened around an obviously washboard stomach.
Caesar held up his hand and stood up, cupping his crotch, he stood over the edge of the desk his dark eyes blazing.
"Yo ! Mr. Locklear I appreciate your position here man, but I do what I gotta do, the way I been doin' it, for the few years before you got here. You ain't doin' me no special favor by talking to me and not my immediate boss...especially this way. Who the fuck you think you are man? You didn’t hire me and I sure ain’t accountable to you. But here’s a little warning for you. You want all your mail delivered in a timely fashion? You better watch how you handle the staff around here. You ain’t the first dude to sit in that chair since I been here and you won’t be the last!" He slammed his fist on the desk causing Adam to jump.
The veins in Caesar's head bulged, and his anger began to match Adam's. Adam found himself getting mildly turned on. Macho rolled off Caesar in waves and Adam could not resist its allure.
"Maybe you ought to think about working somewhere else, young man," Adam stammered as he stood up and met the man's gaze head on, neither of them prepared to back off. Caesar threw up his hands.
"You kiss my ass dude! Do what ya gotta do!" Caesar turned on his heels and grabbed his cart, angrily pushing it out the office door.
Adam fell back into his chair. He had let his anger with Jamison get the best of him. He had unfairly taken his anger out on Caesar, and now the man had called his bluff. He couldn't help but notice the full rounded curves of Caesar's buttocks as he stormed out of Adam’s office.
By the end of the day Caesar's anger had mellowed. He had a wife and a child to support, and couldn't afford to lose this job and its benefits he had worked so hard for. Damn, he would have to apologize to Adam Locklear. He just hoped it wasn't too late.
Barry typed frantically at his computer, rushing to meet impossible deadlines that Adam had set for himself. Barry ordered Chinese food to be sent in for the both of them. He didn't mind working late if it meant having a quiet dinner in Adam's office. Maybe they could talk about something other than business and Adam could start to see him as a real person with feelings and desires.
"Barry can you come in here a minute?" Adam's voice always sounded so loud, yet professional over the intercom. Barry hit the last key of his report and hurried into Barry's office.
"Barry I wanna thank you for staying a little overtime tonight. You know Jamison, he wants it all done yesterday. Special request. My shoulders are real tight, could you give me a quick rub? You don't have to if you don't want, I know it’s not in your job description but...." Adam shrugged and quickly removed his shirt. Barry gasped at the man's excellent physique, thinking how long he had wanted to touch Adam in any way possible without the hindrance of cloth between them.
"No problem Mr. Locklear, my pleasure. I know what pressure you've been under lately...and that thing with the mail today..." Barry trailed off as his hands slowly grasped the knotted muscles beneath the skin of Adam’s hot, muscled, caramel colored flesh and shoulders.
"Ahhhhh....yeah...thanks Barry you’re a godsend. Don't know what I'd do without you. Mail room thing...yeah, that guy must hate my guts now. Shouldn't have been so hard on the boy. Fuck, I mean man, he’s got a wife and kid for god’s sake! You know I thought he was gonna hit me for a minute there...Ohhhh right there...uh uh...oh great." Adam felt the tension ease from his shoulders only to tighten again at his mention of Caesar, who had been on his mind all day and it wasn't about the mail. Adam stood up suddenly and walked to his closet.
"Hope you don't mind Barry but I'm gonna run down to the company's gym for a little bit. I've gotta get rid of some of this tension before I get into all this paperwork. Hope you don't mind- I won’t be long." Adam quickly got out of his suit clothes and into his workout sweats. Barry's mouth watered at the sight of the man's muscular calves and the casual sway of his cock beneath his the cotton shorts.
"But...But I ordered Chinese" Barry stammered.
"No problem I'll be back before it gets cold." Adam said as he slammed shut the closet and walked from his office to the branch of elevator doors.
When the doors opened Caesar stepped out, to the astonishment of them both.
"Mr. Locklear, I was just coming to see you... about this morning..." Caesar had prepared a speech but suddenly seeing Adam had left him speechless.
"You work out Caesar? Why don’t you come with me to the gym for a bit and we'll talk." Barry watched as the two men disappeared into the elevators. His lips tightened in anger. One day that man would see him for more than just a secretary who gave good back rubs.
How about a little match?" Adam said as he tossed a pair of boxing gloves at Caesar.
Caesar caught them and smiled. He was a street fighter, he would wipe the floor with this guy. "Sure Mr. Locklear, whatever you say. But I gotta tell you I've got an edge." He said as he tightened the strings and climbed into the ring.
"Yeah, Yeah, kid off the streets I know. Think you can kick the ass of this ol' ghetto boy? I'm only twenty nine, guy. Strip to your shorts then give it your best shot." He laughed, and climbed in after Caesar.
Caesar reared back his head in laughter. “Sorry mister, but what you see is what you get. Nuthin’ comes between me and mah cargos man. If we play, we play mano y mano thats either butt nekkid or I don’t mind messin’ up mah pants if you don’t mind boxin’ in those expensive threads of yours!”
Adam thought he’d like nothing more than to swap sweat and get a good look at that Latin meat Caesar was swingin’ around. Prudence prevailed. The gym was in a public building and any of Adam’s colleagues would frown on catching their top executive and the kid in the mailroom duking it out naked in the company gym.
“You win guy I’ll pay the dry cleaning. I can risk this uniform if it’ll make my point.”
Caesar shrugged and smiled. “Your buck man. Bring it on!”Caesar danced into the ring, intent on knocking Adam on his ass.
"So...tell me what you wanna say boy..." Adam edged as his fist connected to the side of Caesar's head. Caesar staggered back, surprised by the sudden blow.
"...Was my fault I was late. Didn't mean to get steamed this morning..." His fist connected with Adam's chest but Adam stood his ground.
"Your lettin' me off easy Caesar I had no right to talk to you the way I did..." Adam's breath came hard as he slammed the younger man in his chest, punched his stomach, and then followed through with a right to the jaw. Caesar staggered back against the rope, taking several minutes to catch his breath.
"Fuck man you’re good...it's OK man I had it comin' the fact is..." Caesar retaliated with a slam to Adam's head, first the left side, then the right. Adam staggered back against the ropes.
"I gotta wife and kid to support..." Adam gabbed Caesar in a clinch and the two men swung around the ring clutching each other's sweaty torso as each tried to gain the upper hand. Caesar held up his arms in submission, and the clinch was broken.
...I can't be blowing up every time an asshole...no offense...wants to use me as his personal whipping boy..." Caesar backed off as Adam moved in and hammered away at Caesar's stomach. Each punishing blow after blow, sent Caesar staggering back against the ropes.
"...How long you been in the mailroom Caesar?" Adam asked as he clipped his opponent beneath the chin.
"Motherfuck...." Caesar stumbled against the ropes and dropped to the mat. He was sweating heavily and his breath came in staccato gasps. As Adam reached to help him up, he suckered punched the executive, once in the kidney, again in the ribs. As he climbed to his feet he delivered punch after punch against Adam's gym trained physique. Surprisingly, Caesar he felt his cock growing harder with each punch that he delivered. Especially at the sight of Adam’s hard on.
"At least now I know what gets your dick hard..." Adam stammered as he clung to the ropes in an attempt to remain standing. The sparring had become more intense than he had expected.
Caesar ignored the comment, but his face flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah...five years man. Can't lose this gig now. I'll never get a job like this at this salary." He bent over, breathing heavily, his pants were sweat soaked, almost transparent.
Adam was on him in seconds, pounding Caesar's head from side to side until the younger man gasped and fell to the mat, defeated and out of breath. The swelling around his eye meant he was going to have a hell of a black eye tomorrow. This was damned embarrassing!
"Shit...sorry I got carried away. That makes twice today. Look, let me make it up to you. Hey, I know... there's a junior executive trainee program opening. Why don't I get you into it? You've been in that mailroom to long. Come up to my office and we'll get started on it right now." Adam helped Caesar to his feet, proud at having bested this hot stud in physical battle. He wanted him now more than ever...
Author Bio:
Cain Berlinger has published innumerable short stories in various gay publications throughout Europe and America. His self published books include essays on Black America, a book on meditation, a series of fitness books (under RD Cain) and several illustrated, as he describes them as “pure JO fiction”
He has lived in Holland, Germany and Switzerland for over a decade and now resides in New York City where he works as a life coach, fitness trainer, interfaith minister and party promoter. “I have no discipline for 9-5,” he says. His website is cainberlinger.wordpress.com
