I've come this far...

You send an e-mail with your availability (which is pretty much whenever). You sit staring at your computer, waiting for a reply. You begin to feel a bit foolish for expecting a response to soon, but after maybe 5 minutes, you get a reply:

Dear Alan,

Thank you for your prompt response to our offer. An appointment has been arranged with our review officer Derek. Details are on the attached PDF. Please arrive promptly and be sure to wear casual attire. You will be expected to perform as part of your review so be sure to get plenty of rest.

Perform? Do they expect you to do a strip tease or something? You open the PDF which gives the time and date (an evening a couple of days from now) and the address of a hotel. You're familiar with it; a three star place, not lavish but nice enough. Popular with businessmen staying over in the city. Also in the PDF is a picture of Derek; a dark, broodingly handsome face with longish black hair reaching just about shoulder length. He seems to be a bit older than you, maybe his early 30s.

You barely sleep over the next few days; kept awake by a mixture of excitement and dread. On the day, you shower more thoroughly than you ever have and spend a long while grooming your hair, trimming your nails, and cleaning your teeth. You select a pair of loose fitting jeans and a short sleeved shirt you usually reserve for clubbing; smart but casual.

You arrive at the hotel around 10 minutes before your review and find Derek sat in the lobby waiting for you. He looks at you and smiles warmly. "You must be Alan, I'm Derek." he extends a hand which you accept and shake, firmly. He gestures to a chair opposite and you sit down. You feel rather self conscious, certain that Derek is appraising you.

"Relax. There's no need to be nervous. I don't bite, unless of course, you enjoy that sort of thing" says Derek with a disarming grin. "The agency said you've never been with a man before, is that right?"

Your cheeks flush red at the directness of the question: "I...err....well..." you stammer. Derek smirks.

"Are you really sure you're cut out for this sort of work?" he asks.

"Sorry" you say, trying to regain control of your tongue. "I'm just new to this." Derek nods understandingly.

"That's OK, we were all new once. Just be sure this is really what you want" he says. His tone is firm but not unfriendly. You swallow down your nerves and nod firmly.

"Yes, I want to do this" you say, almost confidently.

"OK, good, good." Derek replies with a smile "Shall we go to my room then?"

The nerves rush back and your stomach begins to churn. You manage to nod. Derek stands and leads you to his room. It's a simple double room, en suite shower and a small TV. A window with a blandly patterned curtain looks out over the hotel car park and the motorway beyond. Derek twitches the curtains closed and turns to face you. You feel him scrutinise your body, his eyes sliding over your every feature.

"Remove your shirt" he says. You do so, trembling a little, sliding the shirt off your shoulders and folding it onto the bed.

"Now the jeans" he adds in the same commanding tone. You take of your shoes and socks before unbuttoning the flies of your jeans and sliding them off your legs, leaving you stood in a pair of tight, black boxers. Once again you feel Derek's gaze scrutinize you. He steps in closer and lightly strokes over your body with his hands.

"Very nice" he says, approvingly "the agency wasn't wrong about you. I'm sure you'll be very popular". A proud smile forces its way past your nerves. Derek's hand slowly moves down over your stomach and over your boxers, cupping the bulge of your dick and giving it a firm squeeze. The shock of the sensation catches you by surprise and with the heightened adrenaline, you feel yourself becoming aroused. Derek firmly massages your growing erection and soon you're at a full hard-on. He slips your boxers off over your cock and down your legs. "That is beautiful" he says, staring at your cock with a hungry expression, "I'm jealous!" he adds. You look down and see a large bulge growing in Derek's jeans. "Have a feel" he says when he notices you looking.

You reach out and rub the tenting fabric, feeling a firm mound beneath, pushing to get out. "Take it out" Derek tells you. You fumble for a few moments, undoing his belt and button before finally managing to lower the zip and finding Derek's cock springing out. A firm hand grips your cock and begins to stroke it rhythmically. "That is a juicy cock you've got" says Derek approvingly. He lowers his head down and takes a long slow suck of it, his tongue expertly lashing across the head of your dick. "mmmmmmmmm" he says before sucking your length back into his mouth, that nimble tongue driving your senses wild. He sucks for a while before allowing your dick to slide fully out of his mouth just as you felt the first twinges of climax, perfectly timed. "OK, let's see what you can do" he says, placing his hands on his hips and looking down at his engorged cock.

You stand there nervously, looking at his throbbing member. "Well?" he asks.