Sam

"Tyler", called the boss over the HMBoys.com office intercom just before the Christmas holiday.

"I've got a special job for you."

Now, when you've worked for Sam as long as I have, you know what a "special job" usually involves so, to save time, I began stripping off right there and then.

But when he came out of his office a few minutes later, the boss seemed genuinely surprised to find me sitting naked and ready.

"Hell, Tyler, I didn't mean that", he said.

"At least not this time.

"It's just that Shirley's called to invite me to visit her and the boys over Christmas, so I'll be leaving you in charge for the week.

"Any problems, call me on the cell phone."

Call me a cynic if you like, but at that point it was hard to avoid the suspicion that Sam's last-minute change of plan for the holiday wasn't related to the fact that his best friend Shirley's sons were two of the cutest and twinkliest twin boys who'd just turned 18.

Whatever the cause, though, Sam was obviously in a hurry.

He quickly picked up his things and headed for the door.

But, at the last minute, he turned back with a slow smile crossing his face.

"What am I thinking of, Tyler?" he said.

"I still haven't given you your Christmas gift."

And with that he moved his hand from the door handle to the waistband of his pants and began to unbuckle his thick leather belt…

* * * * * * * * * *

I got into the office early on the Monday after Christmas.

For a start, there was work to do on our weekly site update.

But I always get a lot of Hotwires to answer over the weekend too.

After a few hours I was so engrossed in replying to the e-mails (Hi Chuck! I really think that, if your new friend insists on filling up your ass with cream before fucking you, you either need to change him or your sheets…) that I nearly jumped out of my chair when the door opened and in walked the cutest little Asian boy I'd seen in a long while.

"Sam", he said.

"Sam's not here today", I replied, "Can I help?"

Pause.

"Sam", he repeated.

"Not here", I said.

More pause.

"Sam", he said for the third time, sitting down, as he did so, on the sofa and looking rather nervous in the way that most boys usually do when they visit our office for the first time.

As I quickly worked out, here was a kid who didn't speak a single word of English - apart from "Sam" (which, for all I knew, might, in his own language, be anything from "Can you tell me the way to the bus station?" to "I want to fuck").

But the kid was obviously bright.

He decided that actions speak louder than words as he leaned back against the cushions and unzipped his top.

So he'd come to the right place, after all.

And it looked like "I want to fuck" might be nearer the mark.

Underneath he wore a sexy black undershirt.

Hot.

Still staring me out with those deep brown eyes, he slipped of the undershirt and then pushed his pants down too.

For all his compact size, the boy had a great body.

And I could see it even better when he stood up and looked out through the blinds. His warm, dusky skin looked even sexier against the stark white.

And, as he turned slightly to glance out of the window, I could easily see that he was enjoying this as much as I was.

Next he moved to the stairs and sat down facing me.

And that underwear was soon history too.

* * * * * * * * * *

An hour later "Sam" (if that was his name) was gone.

And I still knew nothing about him at all.

Did that one word "Sam" mean that he'd come to see the HMBoys boss Sam?

Or that perhaps his own name really was Sam?

Or maybe that, after all, he really just wanted to fuck?

(The little evidence I had to go on definitely pointed that way!)

Maybe the boss could tell me who this kid was when he'd finished getting to know Shirley's twin boys…

Or maybe, for the time being, I just wouldn't let him know what he'd been missing while he'd been away.