My stint in that company was a short lived one and I moved on to an another org until one fine day I stared to receive anonymous calls and messages (w...ich again wasn’t something new to me) but then there was something different in the language and approach of this person a bit more mature. A bit more bold but still like, she was trying to hold herself back. The calls grew longer each time the conversation happened until one fine day she decided to meet me.There I was in Malad at a pub and she. Those are the kind of people - and I use that term loosely - in serious need of a real life transplant.Constructive criticism was something I could live with. But what I was currently being sent couldn't be construed as constructive in the slightest. I was determined to make these senseless attacks stop once and for all.I used to have this really weird dream back when I actually worried about receiving such nonsense. It centered about this large hoard of marauding maggots. I constantly heard. ."I looked at him. Was he joking? Was this a trap...I mean...if I said yes would he beat me up?"Ever sucked cock, Mike?"I freaked out at this. I sat up and was ready to get off his bed, but Jon placed his foot right on my taut stomach, and lightly pushed me back. I looked straight at him."Plenty of guys wanna suck my cock, dude...I'm giving you a chance here..." he smirked at me. I sort of sat back down, and looked slowly past his ridged abdomen, to the top of his boxers, where his hand was. I knew he would do just about whatever I wanted him to for me to fuck him. Again, I continued to make mental notes. I was seeing something new here. Some little monster was inside me that was struggling to be freed. It may have seemed bad, but it was something that was also good. He called me 5 minutes after I left wondering when he could see me again. Wow, this is starting to work quick…….Well, following the “tractor ride”, the calls came more frequently. The country gentleman became.