interview?”

“Yeah, unless you don’t want…”

“Yeah, I want…how soon?”

“Next Friday ok with you? I’ll explain the shoes then…”

“Yeah, man…here?”

“No…at my house – I’ll need to show you some things that you’ll need to know if you get the job…when did you say your birthday was?”

“October 15…I mean, damn, I’m almost...but you said I had to already be eighteen, right? What if…”

“Don’t push it…”

“OK but job or not…I’m outta the house on my birthday…I was just thinking that…well – ”

“Relax…we’ll explore all the possibilities next Friday, ok?”

“Yeah, man…thanks!” Randy stood up to leave…showing an obvious bone in the left leg of his 501s. Oddly, he wasn’t particularly embarrassed since Rod had pretty clearly “shown his hand.”

Rod accidentally “bumped” Randy’s bulge with the back of his hand as he stood up to escort Randy to the door…and obviously showing a raging rod himself – more obvious than Randy’s because of the softer fabric of his trousers. He made no effort to conceal it. “Looks like you need to get home and get a little relief…sorry to have ‘stirred things up’…but, there are some things I had to know if I might hire you.”

“Whoa, man…looks like you really enjoyed interviewing me too…I’d love to…”

“You gonna just have to wait…you’re still seventeen and I could get in a hell of a lot of trouble if I touched…”

“Would it be ok if I, y’know - touch….?”

“If you were to just accidentally – I mean…hell, I just know that I can’t touch you while you’re under age…”

Randy moved close and grasped Rod’s prick through his trousers. It felt like a steel rod to him. He ran his fingers from root to tip – until Rod started to push his hand away. Randy grabbed the tab of his zipper with his other hand… “Man…I’d love to – um, all’s I ever felt was Ned – but you’re so…I mean, can I…just a stroke or two?”

“Better not…I’m way too close, man…you’ll be eighteen in a couple weeks…and then - ”

“I got the job?”

“Get your ass out of here before I do something I’ll regret for the rest of my life! Call me next week for directions to the house…we’ll have dinner and go over all the details and expectation…we’ll – I’ll – make a decision then!” Rod escorted him to the main entrance…took a big chance, and slapped him on his firm, Levi’d ass as he walk out. He watched him drive out of the parking lot. “No question you’re gonna get the job…and you’re gonna be SO nice to train…SOOO nice…NO question!” Rod was grinning from ear to ear as he strode back to his office for his briefcase.