Part 1
Kellen Martin was a dime-a-dozen, the kind of guy who looked like every other guy walking down the street. By no means unattractive, he was simply average. At 5’10”, 150lbs with light brown hair, a slightly toned build attained from riding his bike almost everywhere he went, and a fair complexion, his only real defining quality was his intelligence. Kellen knew that the only way out of his hometown was to focus on his studies, and that’s what he did. Early on he knew the power of a college education and kept his nose buried in book after book since he was 12 years old. Now, a decade later Kellen was a college graduate from a great university in the Midwest and was able to secure a coveted internship in Washington D.C. at an up-and-coming think tank the summer before he started graduate school.
“You all packed and ready to go, kiddo?” his father asked.
Depending on the situation, Kellen either loved or hated being called kiddo by his father. Growing up, he’d beg him to stop calling him that in front of his friends, but as he grew he realized that it was endearing and appreciated it more and hated it less. He was finding his place in the world and he need all the support he could get.
“Yeah, I think so,” he said.
With that, Kellen scanned the room one last time, hoping he had everything he would need for his ten weeks in the nation’s capital.
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Kellen woke with a start as the plane’s landing gear made contact with the ground. He panicked for just a moment, before he realized where he was. This 10-week internship would be the longest he’d been away from home in all his 22 years, and as he walked toward the baggage claim at Reagan National Airport, he began to get nervous about this new chapter in his life. Other than doing policy research, he didn’t know much about the place, other than it being fairly new and named the Landis Institute. The phone interview for the position went well, the gentleman on the other end was named James…or was it Thomas…maybe David…? That phone call seemed so long ago, but he remembered how he felt when he received a phone call from an assistant telling him he got the position, especially so because it was a rare paid internship. But that excitement faded quickly; he thought this was too good to be true. And even after all this time, he still felt like it was a mistake, that he was going to get a phone call any day telling him that they mixed up the applications and meant to offer the position to someone else. Although he knew he had the academic credentials to back it up, he still felt very much like an imposter. Almost his entire life he felt like an outsider looking in. But that phone call never came, and as he stood in the stifling humidity of D.C., waiting for his ride-share, he pushed those thoughts away…for now.
“Just try to enjoy it,” he thought to himself as he hopped in the back seat of the four-door sedan.
“How’s your day going, man?” the driver asked
Kellen was slightly taken back and didn’t answer right away, instead he stared at the man. He was strikingly handsome: tan olive skin, dark Mediterranean hair, a great jaw line and dazzling brown eyes.
“I’m fine, good I guess. It’s hot here…” he trailed off knowing he sounded like an awkward mess.
Kellen knew he was gay before he even knew what being gay was. But his experience with boys, was just that. He’d had sex with a total of 3 people his entire life and he always felt satisfied, but there was always a sense of being unfulfilled. The boys he had sex with never amounted to anything more than casual friends who had sex once or twice a semester, when all he wanted was a boyfriend. He had spent so much time on his studies, he never pursued a serious relationship, and the thought of one-night stands, while intriguing, always seemed like more of a distraction. In his mind, he had to get his degree first, and then, he hoped, everything else would fall into place: a boyfriend he loved, a home, kids…all the stuff he felt deep down would make him happy. But sitting here in this car with this man, he couldn’t think of anything other what it would feel like to touch his body, smell his manliness up close, to feel his pulsating…
The man raised an eyebrow and gave a quick wink, which brought Kellen out of his daze. He quickly looked away, nervously fumbling with his hands.
“It’s all good my man. What brings you to DC?” the driver asked.
“Just an internship.”
Obviously embarrassed, Kellen tried to keep the conversation short, and sat in silence the rest of the drive as he tried to push the thoughts of his hunky driver out of his mind. After an agonizingly short drive, Kellen arrived at his destination: his summer housing at one of the local universities.
“Thanks for the ride. Sorry for…” Kellen said before he was interrupted.
“No problem dude, it was my pleasure,” and he winked once more before Kellen gave a half-wave and closed the door behind him.
“Definitely 5 stars,” Kellen said out loud as he tipped his driver, Andreas, a $8 tip.
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Across town, as Kellen made efforts to move into his housing, Montgomery Landis was making efforts to move in on his target. Across the café, Montgomery spied his next conquest: a delicious looking jock, with an ass that perfectly filled out his gym shorts. Each globe flexed and bounced as the soon-to-be cum receptacle moved in line to place his order. The jock, who looked no older than 18 or 19, had shaggy black hair, that topped off his 6-foot frame.
Montgomery pulled out his phone and typed out a text message: “Clear your plans, I have a slut that needs some corrupting. I’ll text soon.” Hitting send, he waited for the jock to place his order.
Thinking quick, Montgomery had one chance and took a gamble. He quickly pulled out his laptop, logged into his company’s website and pulled up random graphs and charts to look as if he was working. As jockboy waited near the counter for his drink, Montgomery stood and approached the unassuming teen.
“Hey, I am so sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could ask you a question,”
Before jockboy could anwer, or register the comment, Montgomery had pulled out one of his cards and held it forward for the teen to grab.
“My name is Montgomery Landis and, as you can see on my business card, I run a local think tank, and I’m in a bit of a bind.”
After years of disarming men and boys for his conquest, Montgomery put on a sincere face and pleaded with his eyes to boy for help, as he shoved his hands into his pockets as if to say, “Aww shucks.”
Jockboy glanced at the card, then at Montgomery’s innocent looking tableau and decided there would be no harm in at least hearing him out. If it was an odd request, he could quickly leave, he was in a public place after all.
“Sure dude, what’s up?”
“Thank you so much! You have no idea how much you are helping me out right now.”
With that, Montgomery quickly turned and began walking back toward his table. He knew the boy would still be standing there, taken off guard. Montgomery took three steps, turned and simply said, “Come,” then turned and walked to his table.
Jockboy, whose name was Nathan, sat and silently observed the man across the table from him as he typed on his computer. Not really knowing what to think of the interaction so far, he did find him quite handsome, hot actually. He had messed around with older dudes in the past, but something about this guy drew his attention. Perhaps it was his stature. Nathan was no slouch, but this guy had at least three inches of height on him, and had to weigh at least 200lbs, and from the looks of it, he was all muscle.
The hormones of the 19-year-old got the better of him as he adjusted his cock in his shorts underneath the table and considered the possibilities. Nathan knew he was hot and, which gave him the option of being selective with whichever guy or girl he hooked up with, he figured he’d flirt with this guy and see what happened. Best case scenario, he’d get a blowjob, worst case, he would help him with whatever he needed help with. He did have the entire day free, he thought.
