Date: Tue, 09 Aug 2005 05:45:27 +0000
From: Jeff <jeffstl@hotmail.com>
Subject: Office Fantasy

The usual disclaimers apply. If you shouldn't be reading this, please leave
now.

It happens almost every day.  He walks past my cubicle and looks in as he
goes by.  It drives me crazy, actually, because I don't know what he's
thinking.  Is he looking because he's a homophobe and wants to make sure I'm
not checking him out (which I am, of course), or is he looking because he's
interested in playing around, but not sure of how to start things rolling?

My name is Jess.  I'm a 38-year old man working for a very large
corporation. I'm married with a couple of kids, but finally accepted myself
as a gay man about five years ago.  Still, we got through the rough patch
and have the marriage back on an "even keel" if you'll forgive the cliche.
People wonder how I can be gay and yet still be married to a woman.  It's a
long story, but it works.  That doesn't stop me from wanting guys, though,
and this guy is definitely HOT.

Being in a skyscraper (by this city's standards), I am in a cube farm, as
many in Info Technology are.  Vic's cube is adjacent to mine, but in the
next row over.  We share a mutual corner, but nothing more.  We're not even
on the same work team.  But, we are in the same vicinity, and Vic has no
reason to walk through my aisle.  So, why does he do it?  I know he's
married too, but don't know if he has kids or not.  But he's got a very nice
body and is very good looking.  Me?  I'm average...a few pounds overweight,
which just adds to my confusion.

So, I wonder...what would happen if one of us finally broke the ice?  Well,
the one alternative isn't too pretty, so imagine if the other -- that is,
that he's interested in playing -- is the case.  I see myself working at my
desk, and he makes one of his treks.  Only this time, I coincidentally
scratch my balls as I'm staring at my computer screen.  Vic slows for a
moment as he's turned his head to look, double-taking to see if he saw what
he thought he just saw.  I raise my eyebrow, and a small smile forms on his
handsome face.  My balls tingle and my cock swells as the connection is
finally made mentally.  I decide to play it safe...making sure it wasn't my
imagination.  I return back to the drudgery of the job.

It's nearly 5:00 now, and both of us typically work until around 5:30 or
6:00.  The rest of the floor is customarily empty of almost all of our
fellow employees.  Vic again makes the trek around our set of cubes and past
my doorway.  This time, as he walks by, his hand brushes across his crotch.
He gives a slight sideways nod, indicating I should follow.  My heart
pounding, I wait a few minutes (in case someone might be still around, then
with sweating palms, I exit my cube and walk the same direction.

I enter the restroom, and sure enough, one of the four stall doors is
closed.  I walk by the closed door, catching a glimpse of the occupant, and
sure enough, I recognize the color of his pants.  Oh gosh, it's HIM.
Swallowing a dry swallow, I enter the neighboring stall, close the door,
wipe the seat, lower my pants and take a seat.  My legs are shaking, I'm so
nervous.  I am unsure of what to do, so I wait, heart pounding.  It's not my
first experience with a guy, but the first time is always the hardest with
someone new, and I haven't done anything with a guy for 5 years.

I lean forward slightly, elbows on my thighs and intently watch his feet.
After a few minutes of silence, sure enough, a slight movement of his left
foot:  The tapping of an interested partner.  But it's only slight.  I give
an equally slight movement of my right foot, mostly just flexing my foot
inside the shoe.  Then another tap of his left...this time more deliberate.
I return a tap with the right.  Once more, a double tap of his left,
followed by a double-tap of my right.  I notice that the floor grows darker
in front of the commode. He's leaning forward.  I follow suit, and then I
see his left hand under the partition, a circle made with his forefinger and
thumb.  He wants to jack me off.  I get up and kneel down, putting my
completely hard 7" cut cock under the wall slightly, my ass against my
heels.  (There is plenty of time to get back up if someone enters the room
from either side.)  I see Vic's knees and then his beautiful 8" cut cock,
also hard and dripping.  We each reach under the partition and feel the
other's dicks.  I can feel him trembling.  He's as nervous as I am!

We spend several minutes caressing each other's cocks, feeling the massive
balls of the other man.  Finally, I can start feeling his cock pulsate.
It's been SO long since I've felt this, and I revel in the excitement.  I
figure I'm safe from disease since I know he's married too, but I don't want
to get anything on my clothes, so I point his dick away slightly to the
side.  I start to stroke him, caressing his balls with my left hand.  I hear
his breath increasing, a slight moan escapes from his throat.  I feel his
cock swell in my hand and his cum burst gloriously from his hard cock.  He
spurts six or seven times, covering the floor of my stall.  My own cock is
nearing it's own explosion, a pool of precum on the floor in front of me.
His pace increases on my dick, and I feel the wonderful sensation of a
pending orgasm.  My cock bursts forth seven or eight times and I luxuriate
in the feeling.  I hear him sigh as my cum flies out, so I figure maybe it's
his first time with a guy too.  That's ok by me!

As we come down from our respective highs, we get up and sit back on the
commode, each cleaning up the mess the other man made.  But now it turns
awkward as we sit, wondering what the other is thinking.  Would he beat the
crap out of me now?  I decide to take a chance and whisper "you ok?"  Vic
whispers back "yeah....are you?"  Still in a whisper, I respond "oh yeah,
that was hot."  Vic says "yeah it was."

Finally, I hear him get more toilet paper, as if to clean himself up, and
then he gets up, gets his pants up and flushes.  I wait a couple of minutes
as he washes his hands then exits the bathroom.  I do the same and go back
to my desk.  My face is flushed and feels hot as I realize what just
happened.

I don't hear him leave for the day, but as luck would have it, we both get
to the elevator at the same time.  We are quiet as the elevator descends to
the main level.  When we get to the lobby, he asks if we can talk for a
second.  We go outside and since no one's really close by, we just talk
there.

"Look," says Vic.  "I really enjoyed that.  I am married, but I just would
like to mess around with a guy once in a while.  I know you're married too,
which is why I felt safe doing what we did up there.  But I'd like to try
other stuff sometime, if you're game, Jess."

I reply, "Vic, that would be awesome.  I love my wife and family, but
there's a need I have to be with guys too, but I'm so afraid of HIV and STDs
that I don't take any chances.  So, I'm willing to play as long as you keep
it between us.  You only have sex with your wife, and me."

Vic's face lights up.  "Cool...as long as we're agreed that you'd do the
same."

"Absolutely.  Well, I gotta get home.  Catch ya later."

"See ya, Jess."

As we go separate directions, I can't help but look forward to the next
time!


The setup for this story is real, but the end result and the names are
fictional.  I don't really know "Vic's" intentions when he walks past my
cube, but if it is the way this story goes, then the 15th floor may never be
the same again!  :-)

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