In the 25 years I had practiced law, I had never had a male paralegal. In fact, I would not have agreed to hire a male paralegal. But I had no choice. I was out of town and told my administrator to make the decision. When I came back Ron was in the paralegal's office across from my office. He was no older than in his early 20's, short and very, very, thin. He was a good-looking kid, with a thick mop of straw like hair. I sat him down, a bit pissed at having had this happen, and told him exactly what I expected of him. He seemed to understand and had no problem with the possibilities of late hours or weekend work. "I'm not married or anything, so that will not be a problem," he had said. And, he was true to his word. After three or four weeks I realized this kid was good, smart, and hard working. I missed my other paralegal a bit, she was great looking with tits that seemed to howl at the moon, but she was also lax, a bit of a bitch and unreliable. So, all in all, I was quite satisfied.

The first weekend we worked in the office together he wore a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt. I couldn't help but notice that he seemed to have a bubble ass and if the package in front was telling the truth, a pretty good sized prick. I was generally hetero but had some guy-to-guy experiences in my past and admired a nice, tight young set of buns. We worked for about four hours and then I told him we were done. I invited him for a drink at a high-end steak house across the street. He agreed and in ten minutes we were sitting at the cool bar, me with a martini and him with a vodka cranberry.

I found him very entertaining, witty. He had me laughing quite a bit and when we parted, I watched his thin form move away, marveling at how such a thin boy could have such a protruding butt. I have to admit, that night, before my wife came to bed, my cock in my hand, I fantasized of Ron and how my prick would look and feel up his tight hole. It was weird to consider, however, that I was probably the same age, or older, as his father. As my sexual awareness of Ron increased I found him more and more attractive.

I took him out for drinks again, and again had a great time. I noticed how his lips were full, sensuous really and how he didn't seem to have any hair on his chest when I caught a glimpse of it through open buttons. He told me of his youth, he had lived not far from where I had grown up on Long Island. His parents were wealthy, but it seemed as if he really didn't get along with them. I could tell there was a story there, but I didn't press him. We talked of beaches and other areas of Long Island with which we were both familiar. And at night, before falling asleep, my imagination was filled with him. It was almost as if I was becoming obsessed with this young man. I began to work out regularly. I was in good shape for my age, but I did have a bit of a gut from sitting on my ass so much and I worked to rid myself of it.