New Year’s Eve

Little more racial change, nerd to jock, and preppification before the New Year.

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CHAMPION

Alan sat begrudgingly in a chair overlooking the city, pissed off doubly by his girlfriend. First, she had the nerve to guilt him into attending this dumb party. Sure, everyone should be somewhere on New Years Eve, but not at three in the afternoon! The last day of the year was meant for late night mistakes and drunken memories, not some tea party with a bunch of fairies. Alan’s girlfriend had insisted that they go to Levi’s, her GBF. Alan had never liked Levi, he was a little creepy and probably a perv, but his girlfriend would hear none of his complaints.

To make matters worse–and the second reason Alan was mad–his girlfriend had completely ditched him. She was hitting it up with Levi’s other faggy friends, completely ignoring her date. Alan had put in a good effort too: chestnut hair fluffed up in its usual perm, dressed in a fun tee and great pair of khakis. He tried to play nice, but after Levi not-so-subtly groped him he exploded. He immediately complained to his girlfriend but she refused to listen. Now, he was sitting all alone with his fourth beer in hand, sulkily looking out at the skyline as the sun began its long descent.

“Hey!” Levi made his entrance known. “Whatcha doin’ out here?”

“Hiding from you,” Alan grumbled, his tenor voice not as intimidating as he hoped. His slightly pudgy body, average height, and boyish face also didn’t help.

“Look,” Levi said, taking a squat next to him. The position showcased his powerful thighs and lower body. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just being playful.”

“Don’t play with me then,” Alan took another swish of his beer. “I ain’t one of your fellow queens.”

“Alright, I’ll leave you alone.” Levi backed off, smirking coyly. “At least find some way to pleasure yourself… if I can’t help.” Levi pointed to the entertainment booth beside Alan before leaving. Alan gave him a quick glance before groaning once more. He was out-of-his-mind bored, and not knowing what else to do, he grabbed a book from the arrangement Levi pointed out. The book his fingers first touched was titled Champion: How to Conquer the 5 K’s. It wasn’t too thick, but the self-help book wasn’t interesting to Alan at all. Ignorantly, he decided to look over the chapters, skimming each until enough time had passed. The first page revealed that a series of stanzas decided what a Champion truly was, moving the drunken Alan to recite it all out loud for his own amusement.

“A Champion is comfortable in the scenery around him: he understands he is the Alpha of any situation.”

Alan snickered at that; maybe he was a champion. He was the king of the party, Alan was in charge. He had immense power over his girlfriend and all the fags here. He was the man, the Alpha.

“A Champion revels in his own masculinity: he understands the importance of oozing testosterone for those around him.”

This next stanza was a little confusing, but after thinking about it again it made more sense. Alan definitely contained masculinity, much more than any of the other party-goers. His smooth abs, juicy quads, and bulging biceps were those to dream of, plus he had enough chest, pit, and pubic hair to make a rug. His sharp, manly jaw and piercing eyes added a sense of vigor that could only come from a man, and his rough palms defined his strength even further. Stretching his legs out to rest on the ottoman, the 6’5 giant took another swig before reading further.

“A Champion wears the correct materials to show off his superiority: he understands his physicality and personality must match his duty.”

This one turned out to be a little cryptic too, so much so that Alan didn’t truly comprehend what it meant. Itching his chest through his half-buttoned up shirt, he couldn’t translate what it was talking about. Alan got that if he had a great body, he’d show it off too. People called him arrogant and cocky, but who wouldn’t be with a figure like him. Fondling himself through his tight jeans and giving up, he continued.

“A Champion is one of a superior race: he understands he is born with the genetics to shape him into the form of the Alpha.”

Agampreet knew he qualified for this one. To be born of a superior race? His Punjabi roots were easily under that category. He had the hooked nose, polished black hair, and beautifully tanned skin. Why, his looks were truly incomparable, and his sexy accent through his bass-like chords could swoon any woman over. If a Champion was born of a superior race, they had to be Indian.

“A Champion is at peace with his sexuality: he understands that only men can truly appreciate other men.”

Agampreet grinned as he thought over this one. Taking another gulp of beer, he couldn’t help but agree with what the text said. Agampreet got hungry just thinking about having a boy sucking him off, extracting all of his superior cum and filling the inferior stomach. Maybe that muscly twunk Levi from earlier could do the job. Of course only men could please men, women just existed in their own little universe. Agampreet reflected on all of his conquests as he once again groped himself, feeling his 16 centimeter snake come to life.

“A Champion is big in all places: he understands that size is important in all areas, rather than just the noticeable ones.”

Still cupping his 25 centimeter python, Agampreet nodded his head in agreement. Size was important, as it decided how much of an Alpha one really was. Shifting his Size 15 feet around on the ottoman, Agampreet thought it might be a good idea to add this as a lecture point to his upcoming seminar. He was trusted with the presentation on early Sihk culture for a reason, and this book might be a good source of information.

“Ah,” Levi said. “Champion: that’s one of my favorites.”

“I agrree, boy.” Agampreet continued reading, not looking over as Levi approached.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten a Indian Alpha,” Levi babbled. “Usually people go for the English Prep or Russian Top books. The Korean Boi and Canadian Otter are also popular, but I barely ever get someone to read the one you’re holding-”

“Arre you done talkeen’?” Agampreet rudely interrupted, not caring about Levi or his intentions. “I vant to have interrcourrse. You in orr no?” Levi’s smile curved into a smug grin.

“Well, of course,” Levi replied. “Let me go talk to one of my girlfriends and then I’ll be ready.”

Levi pranced off, leaving a chuckling Agampreet behind. Drinking a little more of the beer while furthering his reading, Agampreet couldn’t believe Levi had the nerve to order him. Once they got into the bedroom, he’d teach the boy a thing or two about respect.

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COMPARISONS

“She would’ve never left you,” Nick muttered to his crouton, completely clothed in self pity. He placed the fork back into the bowl, disregarding the salad his roommate Ryan had given him. The basketball jock had had good intentions behind it, but it seemed impossible to seal over the heart in Nick’s chest where his heart had been ripped out. Ryan had promised the pain would be over soon, but Nick didn’t believe him. Maggie had dumped him a few days before their first anniversary, so the wounds had been cut deep.

They’d met last year at a New Years Eve party, hitting off quickly and eventually leading to the bedroom. Since then, the two had grown into a strong couple, but after a recent argument everything seemed askew. Apparently, it had been too hard for Maggie to handle, and days before their first anniversary she had let Nick go at the local IHOP. Nick had been distant and an emotional wreck since that morning, and now with it being New Years Eve, he had somehow become even worse. He’d only come out of his glooming for the bathroom and water, and this was the first time he’d come out for food, still dressed in the pajamas he’d worn all week.

“Bro, you’ll get over this.” Ryan’s strong, meaty palm glided along Nick’s bony back. The bulging hulk had always gotten along with the little nerd quite well. Even though the two looked like polar opposites as Nick’s lanky frame barely compared to Ryan’s, they’d found other ways to connect throughout their time spent together. So now, Ryan felt like it was his duty to mend over Nick’s wounds and help him never experience this kind of pain again.

“I gotta head to the gym,” Ryan announced as he left Nick on their deck. “But I expect to see that bowl empty and you a little cheerier. Tonight, we’re gonna celebrate like there’s no tomorrow. Just because your down doesn’t mean the rest of Fort Lauderdale is!”

And with that said, Ryan was out the door and off to his daily session. Meanwhile, Nick was contemplating his philosophy on life and if Maggie would find a crouton more attractive than him. Assuming she would, Nick angrily shoved the first bite of salad in his mouth and swallowed it. His roommate had been right; he needed to get out there! He wasn’t going to let some salad show him up. Nick was definitely better than the salad.

For starters, there was no way the salad was taller than him. Sure, it looked rather lively, but it couldn’t possibly beat out Nick’s 6’3 height. He and his roommate Ryan were both giants. No leafy greens could ever compare to him in that department. With long, bony legs and a skinny, hairless torso, Nick looked like one of those scraggly inflatables outside of a car dealership.

Secondly, there was no way the salad was more stylish than him. Sure, the salad may know something, but was it as fashionably literate as him? He didn’t see it modelling for multiple brands or knowing to put on a unique kind of outfit in minutes. The leafy greens probably had no taste, being completely useless in the world of fabrics. Nick on the other hand knew what he was talking about, as displayed by his Nike pullover and socks and his Adidas running shorts and sneakers. The piercings and necklace added a little touch of flair to his exercise ensemble.

Thirdly, there was no way the salad was more muscular than him. Sure, he hadn’t gone to the gym since his meeting with Maggie, but he and his friend Ryan were regulars. They were spotters for each other, and their daily visits to the gym had given them incredible bodies. Could the romaine leaves correlate with Nick’s gigantic thighs and sculpted calves? Could the arugula battle Nick’s ample biceps and triceps along with his bulky mitts? Could the salty white dressing balance out with Nick’s six pack of abs, juicy pecs, and broad sensitive nipples? No, none of it possibly could, giving Nick a little boost of ego.

Adding to the list, there was no way the salad was hairier than him. Sure, it was an odd comparison to make, but the frisée looked like it was begging for competition, which Nick happily provided. Nick’s legs, arms, and feet were graced with soft layers of blond hair, hiding in neatly with his tan legs. He also had a beautifully-trimmed treasure trail and stubble, which he maintained daily. His untamed pubes and armpits however were quite messy, as the lack of care had created large tufts with potent body odor. Nick didn’t mind however, assuring himself that was an area he beat the salad too.

Furthermore, there was no way the salad was more attractive than him. Sure, the single bite Nick had had was delicious, but it wasn’t edible compared to how appetizing Nick himself was. His lantern jaw and intense eyes gave him a beauty like no other. Nick’s sculpted body, plump buttocks, and round lips definitely added to his charm too. His best friend Ryan would’ve also pointed out his feet, as apparently the Size 13 soles gave off the aura of a real man. Nick hadn’t exactly understood what he had meant, but he didn’t mind. Nick would agree with anything Ryan said as long as he kept giving him his famous foot rubs after their sessions at the gym.

Of course, there was no way the salad was dumber than him. Sure, it wasn’t a living being, but Nick wouldn’t have known any better. Focusing on athletics rather than academics throughout his life, he had become the dullest tool in almost every shed. Through years of experience, he’d learned that beauty was much more important than intelligence, which had left him with an intellect similar to that of a Neanderthal. He had all the regular motor functions and understood basic forms of speech, but anything past sex, sports, and the gym wasn’t important.

And most importantly, there was no way the salad was hung-er than him, if that was even a word. Sure, there was nothing to compare his dick to, but Nick always loved to talk about his heavy cock. The monster was as thick as a beer can, covered in veins and scraggly hairs. It was also a solid 6 inches soft, flopping out to 10 inches whenever he saw a cute boy looking his way. Luckily, his boyfriend Ryan understood how uncontrollable his dick was, and Nick always found ways to show his gratitude. Nick grabbed his pouch hungrily, accentuating the massive size in the tight running shorts

“Yeah, you’ve got nothing on me,” Nick whispered menacingly to the salad in his deep, sultry voice. He would have to thank his boyfriend Ryan for the pick-me-up meal, as he’d been feeling a little off lately for some reason. Taking another bite of the cum-soaked greens, Nick knew there was only one way to show his appreciation. When his boyfriend got back from the gym, he’d be getting a taste of his own medicine.

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NEW YEAR, NEW ME

Walking into the building, I had no idea what fate could have in store for me. Several months had led up to this feared moment: the Carmichael Corporation’s Intern Reviews. I knew it had been coming, as had all the other interns, but it still made me shake a little in fright. I’d been trying desperately to get into the Carmichael Corporation for years, as it had been the city’s fastest growing enterprise, and now was finally my chance. All I needed was to be approved by a member of the board and my career could take off. So, with all this pressure on my review, it was no wonder my legs were shaking.

On the bright side, it was New Years Eve. The reviews were always held on the last day of the year, that way the interns could be shepherded into the corporate world as a “New Year, New Me” sort of thing. People always said that as soon as you were hired to the Carmichael Corporation, it changed you. I couldn’t wait for this to happen, as there would be plenty of parties to celebrate at tonight if things went smoothly. And if things didn’t go well… well, I could get as drunk as I wanted without anyone causing a fuss. All and all, this day was going to be impossible to keep contained. My girlfriend Carrie had been telling me everything would be alright and that she’d help me through any situation. She’d also confessed what would happen if I was offered the job. Just thinking about it made my dick shoot out to its full 7 inches.

“Dalton!” I turned around to see Teddy running up to greet me. He too was almost 30, and had been working hard to earn his place at the Carmichael Corporation.

“Hey, Ted,” I replied, my light voice failing at hiding my anxieties.

“You’re scared too?”

“Yeah, I just can’t get it out of my head.”

“Well, I got some good news and bad news on that front.” Teddy had an expression of overabounding joy at his little piece of gossip. We climbed the stairs to our floor, passing interns who seemed in moods parallel to mine.

“What is it?” I asked glumly.

“All the reviews are supposed to be finished before noon,” Teddy responded. “Meaning we won’t have to dwell on it too long.”

“Was that the good news or the bad news?”

“Um… I guess I don’t know,” Teddy replied honestly. “But I already looked at the list, and the two of us are last.”

“Really?” My tone was lightening up a little. “Ok, I mean it’s good to know it’ll be over fairly soon. But I guess I don’t know if last is great or the worst.”

“Exactly,” Teddy smiled, and frowned realizing his mistake. “I mean, yeah, it’s kinda a toss up.”

We exchanged comforting smiles until the awkwardness left the room.

“Alright, I gotta run. I’ll catch up with you when it’s time.”

“Sounds good!” I shouted back a little too quickly as Teddy walked away. I strolled not-so-leisurely over to my desk and set out my things, making sure to get to work right away. Pulling up the most recent company email, I found the list of intern reviews, discovering my name and time at the very bottom. Second to last, just like Teddy had said. As I still had a few hours before the review, I decided to work on some upcoming projects, hoping for the best.

Once the time had finally come, I causally got out of my seat and headed to the assigned conference room. I passed Teddy in the hallway, who waved to me and gave me a thumbs-up. I retorted with a fake smile and chattering teeth, afraid of the answer I would be getting in a few minutes. As I pulled open the door, I understood that the next few minutes would decide my next few decades. Everything came down to this moment. 

“Please,” a gruff voice called out to me. “Take a seat.”

“Of course…” I made a noticeable pause so the man could add his name.

“You may call me ‘Sir’.”

“Alright,” I cautiously replied. My board member seemed extremely arrogant, so if I wanted this job I’d have to be on my best behavior.

“Dalton Cavens…” The man droned off as I took a seat. He was scrolling through my files on his laptop, his sausage like fingers gently moving along the touchscreen. My board member was a well-built man in his late-50’s/early-60’s. His salt-and-pepper hair along with a strong jaw and piercing eyes made him look more intimidating than one could imagine. He also wore an impeccable suit, one that had so many layers that I was surprised he wasn’t sweating. I’m just glad that I didn’t have to wear that kind of attire, as showcased by my lonely button-up and khakis.

“Looking over your data,” the man began. “I do not believe you are a good fit for the Carmichael Corporation.”

I sat in shock for a quick second before rebounding.

“What do you mean?”

The man glared at me.

“…sir?”

The man smirked at that. “Your qualifications are lacking, and now I see you have little respect for your elders.

“That second part isn’t true, sir. It was just a slip-up.” I took a sharp breath and quickly added, “I’m also willing to do any work needed to get this job; any qualifications you believe need to be filled.”

“Anything?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Well, if you want to be the best you can be for the Carmichael Corporation, you must understand there are a few areas where you’ll need improvement.”

“Yes sir.”

“So you agree with me that you are in need of improvement?”

“Yes sir.”

There was a venomous glint in the man’s eyes before he pursued forwards. 

“You will often be working alongside older men from assets, accounting, and banking.  Really conservative and self-assured types. They want things done a certain way. I want things done a certain way.”

“Yes sir.”

“Are you willing to put in that sort of effort? Do you want to fit in rather than be unique?”

“Yes sir.”  The words were coming so fast and the man’s eyes were so enticing that all I could do was simply agree. The man leaned back in his chair, clearly relishing in the moment even though I had no idea why.

“Very good, Dalton,” the man replied. He then turned his laptop around to face me. The screen showcased a small play button right in the middle.

“If you truly want to get this job, the first thing you can do is watch this introductory video.” He motioned for me to take the laptop. I followed his instructions and without any hesitation pushed play. The video booted up quickly, displaying a large black and white spiral.

“You will soon be an excellent associate for the Carmichael Corporation,” Sir remarked as I sunk away.

~~

“Hey!” Teddy called, taking a seat on the leather couch beside me. “How did it go?”

“Excellent,” I replied eloquently. “They offered me a position as an associate almost immediately.”

“That’s awesome!” Teddy seemed over eagerly, probably in the same nail-biting behavior I had been in earlier. “I’m glad to see you so happy.”

“I truly am most content,” I confirmed. “I was so flustered I had to remove my suit jacket!” I chortled profusely as I pointed to the corner where it was being held.

“Wow, to imagine you nervous.”

“Sir said it was a sight to see.”

“You don’t have to suck up anymore, Danforth–the review is over.”

“First off, please refer to me by my full title,” I insisted tempestuously. “And all men above us should be treated with dignity and respect. You will never go anywhere if you do not treat your superiors like they are superiors.”

“Sorry…” Teddy stuttered before I gave him a sharp glare. “Danforth Ives Calloway VI.”

“My gratitude.”

“Alright,” Teddy scratched his wrist nervously as he looked at a nearby clock. “I guess it’s my time.”

“You will do superb, Teddy,” I exclaimed as he walked towards the conference room. I knew that Teddy would succeed as, like myself, he would be willing to put anything into the Carmichael Corporation. His review would go smoothly, with Sir first prompting Teddy about his loyalty and dedication and then show him the Initiation video. In half an hour, Teddy’s style, mannerisms, and language would be identical to mine and every other gentlemen’s at the Carmichael Corporation. He would come to understand that the Carmichael Corporation only hired real men. Men who knew business, politics, and professional relationships. Men who understood how to dress, how to speak, and how to obey. I had definitely shown Sir that last facet, for I could still taste his superior sperm lingering inside my mouth. Just thinking about it made my dick shoot out to its full 4 inches.

But until Tommy’s interview was over, I would wait patiently for him. We had a new year ahead of us filled with business ventures and successful properties to manage. I tapped my boat shoes politely against the tiles, awaiting his return.