eighteen…”
 
“Did you show me your Colorado driver’s license last week when you came to the office?”
 
“Nope…”
 
“For all I know then…other than what I think I heard you say…you’re probably at least eighteen – I haven’t seen anything official that says otherwise now, have I?”
 
“Oh, my…did I give you the wrong impression?  How careless of me…damn, I’m sorry – let me show you my ‘ID’…!”  Randy pulled his wallet out and thumbed through several cards…and handed Rod a Wyoming driver’s license.
 
“Well, I’ll be damned…looks like you’ll be nineteen on October 15 – time sure goes by fast, doesn’t it?  And…this ‘interview’ is going a whole lot better than I thought it would…let’s see now, where were we?”
 
“You were going to show me how those straps connected…”
 
“And you were going to help me do an ‘equipment’ check, right?”
 
Both guys kicked off their sandals, unbuttoned their 501s and slipped them off at the same time and stood facing one another in the soft light of Rod’s room. Both men were fully erect.  Rod placed his hands on Randy’s shoulders and held him at arm’s length.  “Lemme get a good, good look before I touch…OK?”
 
“Your call man…I sure do like what I see – your cock and balls pulled through that ring are totally hot! Can I see the back?”
 
Rod turned…Randy ran his hands over Rod’s heavily muscled shoulders and back – then traced the strap down his back to his crack, where it disappeared from view.  It had been sewn together to form a narrow strip to fit tightly in his ass.  He knelt down and followed it with his fingers between Rod’s cheeks and between his legs to the cock ring…then grasped his heavy, hairy balls, rolling them gently from behind.  “I’ve been thinkin’ about feelin’ your balls ever since we met last week…your cock felt so good through your suit pants…I wanted to feel it all, but you didn’t let me…damn, this is like…I’m almost afraid I’m gonna wake up…can I feel your cock again?”
 
Rod turned around and faced his kneeling inquisitor.  Randy grasped his firm shaft…gently squeezing it from root to tip and back…admiring its heavily veined texture…lightly thumbing the “G” spot just under his head…then kissed the tip.  “Are you sure you never gave anyone a blow job before?”
 
Randy stood up…closer to Rod than before…the tips of their dicks crossed, causing Randy to shiver with excitement. He was almost unable to speak.  “Never, honest…did I do something I shouldn’t have?  I mean, I just felt like I wanted…um, needed to kiss your dick…first time I ever did that, but I won’t do it again if you don’t want me to!”
 
“What you did was perfect…and that little gesture sealed my decision…you’ve got the job – but only if you can start immediately!”
 
“Immediately?”
 
“Now…”
 
“But, I thought you said…”
 
“Your license says you’re eighteen…almost nineteen, right?”
 
“Yeah…”
 
“Any reason you need to go back to your step-fathers tonight?”
 
“Well, no…he never knows where I am, and doesn’t really care anyway…I mean, I guess I could stay if you want me to!”
 
“I do…”
 
“So, I really got the job?”
 
“Absolutely!”
 
“Damn!  Can I kiss your cock again sometime?”
 
“Any time you want, man…anytime – but first, I’ve got to do an ‘equipment’ check of my own, remember?”
 
“OK– what do you want me to do?”
 
“Just stand there with your