I shrieked with excitement when I received my acceptance letter from the Teller & Heart Publishing Company. I had one more year left of University, and I was beginning to fear that I would not find the requisite internship for graduation. Teller & Heart had been my first choice as well, so I could forgive my what some might call “over joy.”

I had an interest in Teller & Heart because they were the only publishing house in the general area that did not reject homoerotic fiction. That type of writing was by no means their primary purpose, but they nevertheless ventured into a category that most places wouldn’t.

My internship involved assisting the chief editor with his tasks. He was a young and successful man, having only been out of school for two years before climbing to the top of Teller & Heart’s editorial staff. He dressed well and kept his almond hair at a suitable length, never cutting it too short or letting it grow out too long. He had dashing blue eyes that reminded me of two diamonds sunken beneath the surface of a Pacific sea. Unlike most professionals, he did not wear clothes that hid his near-perfect physique—instead, he always managed to sport an ironed shirt with an athletic cut and pants that showed off the perfect roundness of his bum, rounding out the outfit with black suspenders.

He called me into his office on the first day only moments after I arrived there early in the morning. The office had a very modern sensibility about it, and numerous prints of Robert Mapplethorpe’s “Flowers” series decorated the steel-gray walls. The ambience of the room and the attractiveness of the editor put me in a rather erotic mood, and I could tell right away that I would rather enjoy my internship at Teller & Heart.

He had me sit down on a black leather chair in front of his glass desk as he shut and locked the heavy wooden door behind him. The only windows in the office looked out onto the city, a view obscured by a haze of gray clouds. The rest of the editorial staff was shut off from this enigmatic man.

“So you’re the lad they’ve sent to do my bidding?” he asked of me while fixing two drinks at a small table to my far right. He had his back turned toward me, and it took me a few moments to muster up a reply because his firm buttocks proved to be too much of a distraction.

I finally stumbled over a response and told him, “Yes, yes, I’ve been sent over by the University to aid you in your editing duties. I must admit that I quite look forward to working with you.”

I was still entranced by his ass when I said this, and when he turned his head back to offer me a drink, he caught my eyes staring directly at his bottom half.

“Well, it appears that I can offer you a bit more than this drink,” he stated with a smile sketched across his face. He handed me a brandy on the rocks and stared deeply into my eyes. I felt a delightful stir begin in my underpants.

“I’ll take whatever you have to offer,” I said. “I am student after all.”

He stood to my side and downed