Guy Friday

11/14/2022

Guy Friday

Season 4  - Episode #31

SUMMARY
Julian was now the big boss at a Fortune 500 firm. Today was his first day at the company, and he was convinced that he was prepared for anything the universe threw at him today - He was wrong - When a studly “Guy Friday” showed up at his door asking, “What can I do for you this morning?” His plans instantly changed. This sexy, unabashedly flirtatious young man just threw a curveball into Julian’s morning schedule. Instantly, his plans changed. Now, his first power meeting of the day would take place in the executive washroom with his hot new male secretary.

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 STEAMY STORIES is written by JC Calciano and narrated by Casey Alcostor.

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Transcript

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Julian was now the big boss at a Fortune 500 firm. Today was his first day at the company, and he  was convinced he was prepared for anything the universe threw at him today - He was  wrong - When a studly “Guy Friday” showed up at his door asking, “What can I do for  you this morning?” His plans instantly changed. This sexy, unabashedly flirtatious young man just  threw a curveball into Julian’s morning schedule. Instantly, his plans changed.  Now, his first power meeting of the day would take place in the executive washroom with his  hot new male secretary.<MUSIC CUE> It looks like Brandon will be holding more than Julian’s calls! Hey, everyone, it’s me, CASEY. Your host for STEAMY STORIES. The podcast where Bromance turns  Bromosexual. Today, we’re going to the office  with a hot-shot businessman. What could be sexier than a hunk who is also a power broker? A titan of  

industry. An executive big-wig? - Answer: 1:25

A bashful assistant with a scruffy face,  a lean surfer’s body, and big brown bedroom eyes that invite you to come and play with him? Join me as we press the elevator button and head up to the top floor—we’re  on our way to the exclusive executive suite in this month’s episode,  titled “Guy Friday.”<MUSIC CUE> The flick of a switch enabled the lights in the large penthouse to come alive. The  bright luminescence of the ceiling LED fixtures now revealed Julian Ellison in all his glory.  Julian was evidently a high roller. His power suit, fancy watch,  and polished shoes instantly revealed to the world that he was a man not to be trifled with.  He was young and impressive in appearance. His rich, dark skin and even darker hair made  him strikingly handsome. Julian was a man who pushed himself to excess in everything he did.  From his morning gym routine to his high-stake negotiations in the boardroom. He gave everything  110 percent.*** He was the first to arrive at the office.  The vast industrial space was intimidating. A sea of desks lay before him. Computer monitors,  office chairs, and cubicles were precisely patterned as far as the eye could see. Outside his office door was a modest desk with various personal items.  This must be my assistant’s space. I’m eager to see who’ll be working so closely with me;  he thought as he helped himself to his new large corner office and closed the door.  Julian smiled, surmising that everyone in the building was jealous of this office.  He opened the small box of personal items he had brought to make the space cozy. The first item to be unpacked was a small plant.  Something alive and green helps make a sterile space inviting, he thought. Then  a framed photo of his family; Best to always keep your loved ones nearby.  Then finally, he removed a trophy from when he was the college regatta champion from the box. Julian knew displaying an award for a past accomplishment was a bit brash. But there was a  strategy behind it. Often, workers are intimidated when meeting the boss for the first time.  He finds that a personal item revealing a bit about the past is a helpful conversation starter  and icebreaker when necessary. A presence soon disturbed the deafening silence in the cavernous office space. What was just a  distant, faint hum from the copy machines now gave way to the stirring of a co-worker entering the  area. Julian continued setting up his space and familiarizing himself with his surroundings. The  sounds coming from the entrance of the staff that would soon serve under him did not bother him. The noises from the person arriving in the space grew louder. It wasn’t a minute later that  a loud, rapid knock was present outside his door. “Come in!” Julian replied as kindly as he could. The door swung open quickly to reveal a fresh-faced, enthusiastic young man.  Although the two men were similar in age, they couldn’t appear more different.  Whereas Julian was intense, deliberate, and sophisticated,  Brandon was soft-spoken, awkward, and casual. Brandon’s fair, freckled skin and light brown hair  sharply contrasted Julian’s flawless, mahogany completion and deliberate, strong features.  Brandon looked like he stepped off a surfboard and into an inexpensive suit compared to Julian,  who looked like he casually strolled out of the display window at Brooks Brothers men’s shop. Brandon held up two Starbuck coffees, both labeled with his name on them. He eagerly  explained to his new boss, “I was afraid you’d beat me into the office today, and I wouldn’t  have time to brew a fresh pot of coffee for you, so I stopped at Starbucks to pick you up one just  in case. That is–IF you drink coffee. If you’d prefer tea, I’ll happily get that for you, too.” Julian sat for a second with a confused, blank look as he tried to make sense of what this  young man was talking about. Brandon realized that his new boss did not know who he was.  With an awkward giggle, he then introduced himself. “Oops, sorry. I’m Brandon,  your new assistant. It’s nice to meet you. Do you take sugar and cream?”  Brandon put the coffee on Julian’s desk in front of him and reached into his pockets  to pull out several packets of sugar and small containers of cream. The cream’s warm  now since it was in my pockets. It’s better that way. It doesn’t cool down the coffee!” Julian couldn’t help but find Brandon adorable in a quirky, innocent way. He couldn’t help but  smile as Brandon fumbled with the stirrers as he attempted to place one in his coffee. “Nice to meet you, Brandon. Very kind of you to bring me a coffee.  It’s just the way I like it. Now sit. Please join me as you drink your coffee.  We should get to know each other better.” Brandon hadn’t expected his new boss to be  such a stud. People rarely intimidated him. But today, at this moment, he suddenly found himself  tongue-tied. Was it Julian’s tight dress shirt that showed off his square chest and bulging  biceps, or his snug slacks that revealed his spectacularly shaped, muscular ass? “I really should get my desk ready for a busy day.  I’ve got lots to do in order to get you situated,” Brandon noted. Julian dismissed what Brandon said as he casually leaned back in his chair and smiled.  “Since you work for me, the only thing you need to do now is to relax and enjoy a coffee with me.” Brandon complied by sitting in the chair in front of his boss.  He tried not to look anxious or flustered, but  the way he nervously stirred his coffee gave away the butterflies multiplying in his stomach.  Brandon tried to make small talk by casually noticing the trophy on the desk in front of him.  “I see you were on your college rowing team! Me too; how cool is that?” Julian confidently smiled. He knew his trophy was doing its job by inviting an  off-the-cuff conversation. “Yup. First place three years in a row.  I know I’m bragging, but I can’t help it. I’m super proud of that accomplishment. The other  teams we were up against were amazing. How we beat them was quite an accomplishment.” Brandon signaled that he’d like to inspect the trophy closer. Julian nodded; it was okay to pick it up and examine it. Brandon chuckled as he continued, “I think I rowed on one of those  teams you’re talking about. I was on the Strathmore team in 2020.” Julian smiled. “Get out of here! Really? I remember that team. You gave us a fight,  alright. I’m impressed I’ve got a fellow crew person working here. What position were you?” Brandon proudly replied, “Coxswain–and you?” Julian suddenly had a lot more respect for the man  across from his desk as he replied, “Same here.” Brandon couldn’t help but ask,  “You’re a big guy for a cox. You’re all muscle and height; what are you pushing six foot three?” Julian liked this dude more by the second.  “Yup. I’m six-three, and thanks for noticing that I keep up with my fitness routine.  I guess all the guys in the boat were my size. I didn’t seem any bigger than my other crew members.  I was considered the runt of the group.” Brandon didn’t realize just how comfortable  he had gotten with Julian when he absentmindedly blurted out,  “If you were the runt of the team, then that’s a locker room I wouldn’t have minded showering in!” Julian sipped his coffee just as Brandon made his declaration. His immediate reaction was to laugh,  causing him to spill his coffee onto his shirt. It appalled Brandon to see that he had caused his  new boss to stain his crisp white shirt.“Oh, my gosh! I’m so sorry. What was I  thinking? I don’t know why I said that. What a crazy thing to just blurt out!”  Julian assured Brandon it was fine. “No, it’s not!” Brandon insisted. “Look at you. We’ve got  to get you a new shirt immediately. You can’t start your day here with coffee all over you!” Julian agreed. Something needed to be done about the shirt before anyone else arrived.  Julian immediately removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. With a quick sweeping motion,  he was standing there bare-chested. Brandon gasped.  “Dude. I knew you were built, but wow. You’re seriously ripped!” Julian blushed at the compliment. “Thank you. I’m glad you approve of what you see. Now, let’s get  this shirt to the men’s room where we can run it under some water before the stain sets in.” Brandon conceded to act quickly, but not before remarking on the tattoo on Julian’s  right pectoral muscle. The artwork was a compass with two crossed oars.  “Sweet ink,” Brandon stated. I’ve got a similar one on my arm. Only it says, “bi-sweptual.” Julian knew the double meaning of the term and wasted no time in responding.  “Let’s see it.” He requested. Brandon bashfully replied,  “I can’t roll my sleeves up that high. I’ll have to take my shirt off to show you.”  Julian didn’t seem to mind. “I’ve got my shirt off. It’s only fair you take off yours.” It surprised Brandon that his new boss asked him to disrobe in the office. Brandon knew  it was best to comply with his wishes, so he slowly removed his shirt. He knew that since  Julian was a fellow crew person, he was aware of the meaning behind the term bi-sweptual: a rower  that could sweep oar on both port and starboard.“Nice tattoo!” Julian complimented the design.  “I must admit, it looks good on your large, impressively formed bicep muscle.” It was now clear that Julian was flirting with him. Brandon instantly wondered.  Is it okay for me to be turned on by my boss? As the two men stood shirtless in the office,  the sexual tension was palpable. Julian broke the tension by looking down and noting,  “Oh no. It looks like I’ve got coffee on my slacks as well.” Brandon semi-innocently replied,  “Take them off. We need to rinse those off, too.” Julian agreed it was best to wash them, so the two  men headed to the executive washroom to attend to the stains. Once inside and near the sink, Julian  slipped off his pants and proposed, “Why don’t you scrub the shirt? I’ll work on the slacks.” As Julian attended to the garments in the sink, Brandon couldn’t help  but steal a few glances in the mirror when Julian was preoccupied with the hand dryer. Snug-fitted undies, a ripped body, and a hairy chest are just too much for me to  handle today. How will I ever get any work done with a boss as hot as this? Brandon wondered. “I can see you checking me out in the mirror.”  Julian chided. “Don’t worry. It’s cool because I’m checking you out, too.” “Oh, man, I could just die!” was Brandon’s first reaction to Julian’s statement.  Brandon quickly realized that his boss had just admitted to checking him out.  Is this going where I think it is? Is this a good idea? Brandon wasn’t sure what the  best way to handle the situation was. I should just confront it head-on. What’s  the worst thing that could happen if I make a move on his boss? Would he fire me? Heck,  it’s worth it for fifteen minutes alone in the stall with this stud! Brandon was resolved in  his decision on how to proceed as he simply cleared his throat and flatly stated. “Hell yeah,  I’m checking you out. You’re crazy sexy. How can you blame me for checking out your fine body?” Julian was quick to reply. “I don’t blame you at all. I’m just wondering if you liked what you saw.  Now that I know, maybe we should do something about it. That is–before  anyone else shows up at the office.” Julian wasted no time in scooping  Brandon up in his arms. “Are you sure you want this? This is against office policy.” Brandon flirtatiously replied, “Don’t YOU make the office policy here? Julian mischievously answered, “True. I do. I think it’s about time I changed that policy.” Julian was quick to unbutton Brandon’s shirt and wrap his arms around his bare midsection  as he kissed him softly. Brandon unfastened his belt and quickly pulled it through the hoops,  tossing it onto the floor. Julian smiled at the sight of Brandon standing in the center of the  restroom with his pants around his ankles. “Can I help you take off those shoes?” he asked seconds  before he effortlessly lifted Brandon and sat him on the marble countertop next to the sink.  Slowly and methodically, he untied his shoes, savoring his complete disrobing.  “Now that the shoes and pants are gone, it’s just a matter of these pesky boxers.” Julian  affectionately grabbed Brandon’s waistband as he prepared to slide the underwear down to the floor. “Hold on one minute.” Brandon warned, “You go first. I’ll like to see what I’m working with  before I agree to anything beyond this.” “Fair enough,” Julian agreed as he confidently slipped  his boxer briefs down, then stoically stood still, allowing Brandon to inspect the merchandise. “Wow. Just wow,” Brandon exclaimed. “It just keeps getting better and better.  That piece of equipment is definitely not for the weak-hearted.” Julian graciously accepted the compliment and queried,  “Well, what do you think? Up for the challenge?  Can I help you out of those boxers now?” Julian inquired as he eagerly awaited a reply. Brandon nodded an emphatic “yes” as he lifted himself by his hands so that Julian could slip  off the last shred of clothing that remained. Julian was now fully turned on, which was  evident to both men. “Looks like I just got a raise from my boss.” Brandon joked. “You certainly did!” Julian proudly replied as he took Brandon in his arms and effortlessly  carried him into the nearby stall to finish what they had started. The two men remained in the large executive washroom for the better part of an hour. “I’m sure my clothes are dry now,  but my body is soaking wet,” Julian teased.“I’m soaked too,” Brandon teased as he playfully  blew off a drop of sweat that had just made its way off his brow and onto the tip of his nose.  “That was amazing. If every day starts like this, I’m really going to love this job.” Julian gave an appreciative smile as he reminded them where they were and that  it was time to get dressed and return to work. The two men attempted to freshen up as best they  could in the sink and get dressed as neatly as possible before returning to their desks.  Once back in their clothes, they adjusted the other’s ties and kissed once more. “What was that for?” Brandon asked, surprised at the  impromptu last showing of affection from Julian.“For bringing me the coffee this morning. That was  very thoughtful,” Julian said. Brandon joked in return,  “If that’s what I get for bringing you a coffee, tomorrow I’ll pick you up a pastry!” Julian held the door open so they could exit the washroom and make their way toward their desks. “Is there anything else I could get you, boss?” Brandon asked as he settled into his workspace. “No, thank you. I’m all set for now.”  Julian answered as he smiled knowingly, making his way to the chair behind the large oak desk. The lights flickered. On. Off. On. Then off again.  Brandon sprung to attention. He knew exactly what that meant. A raspy voice called out loudly. “Are  you two done in there? It’s getting late, and I need to clean that office and washroom… again!” Brandon replied loud enough to be heard by the stern voice who had just yelled out to him.  “YES. We’re all set now. We’ll just collect our things and meet you downstairs in five minutes.” Brandon, matter-of-factly, got up from his desk and opened the door  to the office where Julian now stood.“I heard him. It looks like we timed  that perfectly. That was fun. Our best role-play ever! Let me pack up these items,  and we’ll be out of here in a minute.” Julian carefully took the box he had brought with him  earlier and placed the personal items he put on the desk two hours ago back into the box.  First, the trophy, then the plant, and finally, the family picture. He glanced around the office,  carefully returning it to the same condition it was when he found it. “All right, let’s go. You  know how Carl gets when we leave him waiting.” Julian and Brandon headed to the elevator. The elevator reached the lobby, and the doors opened. Carl, the Janitor, was waiting for them.  He had just mopped the lobby floor and finished preparing the office for the next day.  Carl stated in a kind yet stern tone, “I hope you two had fun tonight. I trust you didn’t make too  big of a mess up there for me to clean up.” Brandon was the first to reply. “We barely  touched anything in the office. We kept our fun inside the executive washroom.” Julian was quick to add, “That was a great fantasy. I appreciate you  letting us use these offices to play.” Carl answered, “No need to thank me.  For two hundred bucks to use someone’s office after hours, I should thank you.” Brandon knew it was late, and they needed to be going. Carl wondered if they’d be wanting to return next week to the office for some more role-playing. Julian turned to Carl to explain, “We’re not going to be back here next week because  my buddy Mario owns a pizzeria and said we could use it next Monday night after hours.” 

Carl laughed, “Ah, I get it: 24:27

the naughty delivery boy. It looks like  someone’s going to be ordering a pizza, then?” Julian knowingly chuckled as he winked at Brandon.  “Yeah, that would be me. I plan on getting the extra-large, meat lover’s special–(beat)  hold the sausage!” (CASEY- give me that line as a punchy  flirty button)<MUSIC CUE> Who loves a little role-play? You know I do! Right now, I’m pretending to be  the love-Lorne podcast narrator in search of a sexy, sultry co-host to help him with his show.  I’ve left the studio door unlocked. Care to join me in my soundproof booth? I promise,  with these insulated walls, the neighbors won’t be able to hear us as we make our own…  STEAMY STORIES. // Whoa, okay. I got a little carried away there. Maybe it’s the heat,  or maybe… just maybe it’s because you plus me in this tiny recording booth is just what this hot,  hunky host needs right now.<MUSIC CUE> You’re listening to STEAMY STORIES written by JC Calciano and narrated by me, CASEY!  We appreciate you listening to our podcast, watching our movies, and buying our books.  All these can be found at Cinema175.com—your support means everything to us! So, thank you!//  I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did. Let’s plan to see each other again  next month for another STEAMY STORIES—who knows what I’ll be dressed as? … later BRO!