Date: Wed, 01 Feb 2006 01:23:47 -0600
From: Jeff STL <jeffstl@hotmail.com>
Subject: Office Fantasy/Chapter 27

Mark and I spend several evenings together, doing fun stuff, but mostly
doing a lot of talking.  On a few occasions, we got intimate a bit more by
kissing and holding each other.  Oddly, in thinking about it, it seems as
though neither of us are in a rush to move things too quickly.  But it's
weird because it's like neither of us wants to rock the boat, or push too
hard for fear of causing a rift again.  Even as we go out on dates,
something seems to be drifting between us.  But the last two weeks have been
wonderful, and my heart skips a beat when I see his name on Caller ID, or
see an email from him.  I've been letting the office run itself, trying to
stay out of the way of the people who know their jobs and are dedicated to
operating my foundation.

I did have one dream that really upset me, and maybe that is causing my
tension.  That night, I had a dream that I came home from work, but for some
reason, Mark wasn't there.  I come home, feeling like something isn't right.
  I make dinner and sit in front of the TV when I hear something from
upstairs.  I quietly sneak up my stairs and make my way to my bedroom.  The
door is slightly ajar, and a red glow comes from within.  I pad quietly up
to the door and open it slowly.  In my bed is Mark, buck naked, and he's
fucking......LESLIE????  She grips his bare back, sliding her nails up it,
his ass marked with her nail prints as he grinds into her with heated
passion.  She looks over at me, and smiles a triumphant smile and says "Hey
babe..."   Mark stops what he's doing, turns and screams "GET THE FUCK OUT
OF HERE!"  I run down the hall, sweating, crying, and a noise jars me awake.
  I look around the room, and the book I was reading before I fell asleep is
on the floor.  I'm in a cold sweat.  I get out of bed and run into the
bathroom, splashing cold water on my face and trying to slow my heart beat
down to a normal pace.   I look in the mirror, and decide I look like shit.
I wonder what this dream could have meant.  I decide that tonight when Mark
and I go out, it's time to do some serious talking and not just the usual
shootin' the breeze.

I sit on my couch, recounting the details of that dream, which I can see as
vividly as if I had actually just lived it.  Of course, I haven't seen Mark
totally naked, so I guessed at what his body looked like.  The doorbell
rings, and I answer it, and there is my guy, all decked out for a night on
the town.  He comes in, says "Hey babe" and gives me a kiss.  I pull away
involuntarily.

"Hey ... what'd you do that for?" he asks, puzzled.

"Huh?  What?" I stammer, trying to come up with something.

"You pulled away just now.  Are you ok?" he asks, with genuine concern.

I take his arm and gently lead him to the sofa.

"Mark, we need to talk."

"Oh no.  Oh god.  I knew something was wrong..." he gets up and starts to
pace the living room.

"Sweetheart, would you please come over here and sit down?  There's
something bothering me, yes, but it's something I need to talk about with
you.  I don't think it's anything bad."

He stops pacing and looks at me for a moment, studying my face.  I try to
exude innocence.  Then he comes over and sits close to me.  I eye him for a
moment, trying to decide how to start.

"Jess, please....what is it?  You're scaring me."

Sighing, I say "OK.  I'm not real thought out on this, but ...
well....ok..."  I sigh again.

He reaches over and rubs my neck just at the shoulders.  "Baby, just start
somewhere..."

I look at him, and pull him into an embrace.  "Mark, I think I'm seriously
falling in love with you, but there's something not right here, and I've
noticed it and I'm worried that maybe...you're not feeling the same way?"  I
say in a rush.  Whew...talk about getting uncorked.

He sits back, a smile.  "You're in love with me?"

"Yeah, I think...I mean...I think about you all the time, I can't wait to
see you, hear from you..."

His gorgeous face reddens slightly.  "Well," he says, looking away, "I feel
the same way."  He looks down.  "Then what is the problem?"

I frown...confused.  Maybe there ISN'T one?  "Well, we've been going out for
a couple of weeks, and neither of us have really tried...anything."  Now my
face gets hot, I know I'm blushing.

He looks over at me again.  "I know.  I thought it was because you didn't
want to, or maybe because of the whole Vic mess, so I didn't want to push
myself on to you."

Relief floods me....it's a misunderstanding!  "I know what you mean!  I was
afraid to rush into it for fear that maybe it was just a sexual thing and
not anything more..."

"Yeah!" he says, getting enthusiastic by this chat.  "That's exactly what I
was worried about too, so I figured if I went slowly...maybe..."

We both stop, looking into each other's eyes.  "I love you, Jesse.  I really
really do." he gushes.  A tear falls from his eye.

Choking back myself, I reply "I love you too, Mark."

We embrace, holding each other tightly.  "As for the Vic thing, it's in the
past, remember?" I remind him.

I feel him nod on my shoulder.  I pull back enough to see his face, I run my
right hand down his cheek, staring into his beautiful blue eyes.  My cock is
rock solid, and I know I'm starting to leak.  He reaches up, puts his right
hand around my neck just below my left ear, rubbing my head gently.  I lean
into him and give him a very passionate kiss.  He melts into me as well, as
he leans back against the couch and pulls me with him.  Needing air, we
break back into just a hug, running our hands along each other's bodies,
feeling the manliness against ourselves.

He gently pushes me back into a sitting position.  He turns toward me, takes
both of my hands in his.  "Jesse, I'm going to promise you something, and if
you don't feel comfortable making the same promise, I understand.  I promise
you, that as long as you and I are together, I will not cheat on you...ever.
  You will never have to worry."

Choking back yet another sob, I take a deep breath, and squeeze his strong
hands gently.  "Mark, I promise you that as long as you and I are together,
I will not cheat on you...ever.  YOU will never have to worry either."

We lock into another kiss, and he notices my body is trembling.  He leans
back.  "What is it, baby?"

"I just can't believe this.  I've wanted this for so long, and you're here,
and you're you, and...I just can't believe you want to be with ME."  I say,
also feeling like a blithering idiot.

He strokes my cheek.  "Jesse, I think I've been in love with you since the
day I met you.  I just wish I hadn't forced myself on you in the car like
that.  I've wanted to know YOU, but it never seemed to work out.  Until
now."

Tears run down my face.  "Yeah, I know.  Let's not talk about those times."

"Sweetie, those times happened, they're part of our past.  Ignoring them
won't make them go away.  We need to deal with them as they come up,
otherwise they'll eat at us." he says.

"I know...but for now, let's just forget it, ok?   I'm just so ... " I stop.
  I suddenly get cold as I realize what I'm doing.  A committed
relationship.  The last one was with Leslie, and then Scott, and those both
ended badly.  My dick responds by giving up and going back to sleep.
Dammit.

"Hey, hey," he says soothingly.  "I'm sensing you're closing back up.  Don't
do that."

"I know.  I'm trying not to...just this is happening so fast." I look him in
the eye.  "My history in relationships hasn't been the greatest."  I look
away.

"Jesse, we just admitted we love each other.  Let that be enough for today.
If you worry about the future, you'll miss out on a lot of stuff, and you
may never have to worry and you'll have wasted your life ....worrying."  he
laughs as he realizes he's talking in circles.  But he's right.

"You're right."  I smile.  "For once, I'm going to say what the hell, and
enjoy my time with my man."  Dick...a-ten-hut!

We hold each other for awhile.  I lean back against the back of the couch,
sort of hip to hip with him, as we sit in silence.  Mark turns so he's
facing me, and starts to lightly stroke my chest through the buttons in my
shirt.  He studies my clothed chest, as if curious.  I reach up with my
right hand and stroke the hair on the back of his head.  He's let it grow
out a little, and it looks so sexy.  He buries his face at the base of my
neck, giving my light kisses and the case of the shivers.  He unbuttons the
top three buttons, exposing my chest, and he traces the hair on it, up and
down along my breastbone.  He moves his head so he's looking downward, and I
KNOW he's checking out my crotch.  I can't see his.  I lower my right hand
so it's inside his shirt collar and gently rub along the bare skin where his
shoulders and neck meet.

Suddenly, he sits up, and sits on the edge of the couch, looking at me with
bedroom eyes, but also in a questioning glance.  I return his stare for a
moment, then get up off the couch, take his hand and gently lead him to my
bedroom.  For an instant, the dream returns to my mind, but I decide to talk
about that later.

We each take our shoes off, then meet at the foot of the bed.  Mark is just
slightly taller than I am.  He takes my head in his hands and gives me the
hottest kiss he's given me yet.  I start to unbutton his shirt.  I get to
the bottom, and run my hands up his torso, feeling the smooth skin along his
flanks.  Then I run my hand across his chest.  He's got a light coating of
hair, i note, but his abs are smooth.   He moans lightly as I continue to
caress his naked upper body.  I slide his shirt down off his strong
shoulders.  He's built more like a teenager, but one who works out...a
typical "Ken doll."  With shaking hands, he unbuttons the rest of my shirt
and pulls it off me with excited force.  We embrace, feeling the warmth of
each other's bare skin as we continue to kiss.  I still marvel at the
feeling of a male face on mine.  Kissing Leslie was different as she
obviously didn't have facial hair.

Mark walks me over to the bed, never breaking our kiss, and turns to sit.
He looks up at me, with this sweet sly smile on his face, and he undoes my
belt.  I reach up to touch his hair, but he firmly puts my hands back to my
sides.  He slides the belt out of the loops and drops it on the floor next
to me.  The only light in the room is my nightstand lamp, behind him.  He
rubs my abs just above my waistline, then runs his finger along the
waistband.  He gently unbuttons my Dockers, all the while continuing to run
his finger along the waistband.  He looks up, then at my waist, then up at
me again.  That look melts my insides, and I again begin to tremble in
sexual excitement.  He slowly...and I mean slowly...pulls down the zipper,
and gently slides my pants down over my hips.  They fall to my knees, and I
clumsily step out of them.  He studies my hard leaking cock behind the navy
blue fabric of my Hanes briefs.  He puts his face in close, inhaling the
smell of my crotch.  Inhaling and exhaling heavily, he buries his face in my
crotch, just to the left of my cock, his hands caressing my ass.  He "mmm"s.
  Then he reaches up and guides me over, indicating that he wants me to lie
down next to him.  I do so, my knees bent over the edge of the bed.

He stands up, undoes his pants and in one motion slides them down.  He's not
wearing underwear.  My cock jumps with excitement and more fluid rushes out.
  I check out his bare ass as he's facing away from me, and have to admit my
dream was pretty close, but it's even cuter in person.  He's got a 32"
waist, and it shows.  He turns to face me, and I see his cock for the first
time in ages.  It's just as I remembered, only looks longer, I guess because
he's not sitting in a car seat with his dick out of his fly.  He looks to be
about 7", and is cut.  He kneels on the bed, and again gently guides my body
so my head is on the pillows in the 'normal' way.  Kneeling next to me, he
runs his hands up and down my torso, going around my throbbing cock, and
down my legs, and back up again.  My body continues to shiver in nervous
excitement.  After his rubbing stops, he lays down next to me, pulling me
into his body and we share long kisses again.  I try to touch his cock a
couple of times, but he stops me each time.  "uh uh" he moans.  "Wait."

He then works me over with his mouth, kissing all over my body, and driving
me insane by ever-so-gently flicking my nipples with his tongue.  The
feelings and sensations drive straight through my cock, and I'm amazed I
haven't shot off on my own yet.  After a while, he stops, returns to his
side next to me, propped up on his left elbow.  While rubbing my chest, he
says "Jesse, do you trust me?"

"Yeah" I say softly, unable to speak from all the attention.  "Why?"

"I want to show you how much I love you.  But, I won't do it if you aren't
ready or don't want to."

"What is it?" I ask.  I know in my heart I'll give this man my liver if he
asks me for it right now.

"I want to be in you." he says, kissing my ear.  "I want to join with you."

My heart jumps, both with excitement and fear.  "I, uh...I've never done
that, Mark..."

"It's ok, babe.  You don't have to." he says, still kissing my ear and my
face.

"No, it's not that I don't want to, I'm just scared.  I've heard it hurts
bad."

"Not if your partner knows what he's doing.  Yes, I know how to do it, and
no, I'm not putting you in any risk, sweetie.  I haven't done anything for
over a year, and I've been tested negative twice.  But, I'll still do it
safely, ok?"

"You're sure it's safe?"

He stops and looks me in the eye.  "Jesse, I swear on my life, on everything
that I am, that I'm negative.  If you want to wait and I'll get tested again
so you can see the results firsthand...I'll do it.  I'll do whatever you
want.  I love you, and I would never put you at risk just to get off." he
says sincerely and without any anger.

I reach up and cup his cheek with my hand.  "I know you wouldn't.  I love
you too, and I want you to do it.  Honest."

He kisses me, then goes back to his ministrations on my body, finally
removing my underwear and releasing my cock from its binding.  (I tend to
wear my underwear tight)  He studies my cock, as if seeing it the first
time, and slowly and gently strokes it.  He gently moves my legs so that
they're in position to allow access to my hole.  As he gets closer to
touching me there, my adrenaline surges with the realization that this is
finally going to happen.  I feel a cold wetness touch my hole, and I realize
that somehow he must have gotten lube.  Musta had it in his pocket and I
never saw him take it out.  He gently massages my hole, and I know from
reading a lot that I have to relax it to make this easier.  As he continues
to massage in a circular motion he gently applies pressure and I feel the
tip of his finger slide into the ring slowly.  My cock gives up the ghost
and shoots cum all over my chest and abs in several shots.  He laughs
lightly.  "Wow, someone had some pent up stuff going there.  Do you want me
to stop?"

I huff and puff trying to catch my breath as my body spasms.
"No...no...please...don't...stop."  Usually after I cum, sex is the last
thing I want, but my brain isn't done yet and it commands my body to keep
the energy machine running.  Sure enough after 10 or 15 more minutes of him
massaging my ass and rubbing my balls with the other hand, my cock springs
back to life.

At long last, he slides the remainder of his finger in my ass.  The feeling
is incredible as he gently plucks my prostate.  Shivers run up and down my
body.  Slight discomfort as he slides a 2nd finger in with the first,
continuing his circular motion.  I feel him stretching me, and I try to
contain the natural urge for it to "snap".  He moves me so that I turn onto
my left side, while keeping his fingers up me.  He pushes my right leg up
toward my chest.  I find it easier to relax my ass muscles now, and he rubs
my back with the other hand, kissing my side and my arm.  Finally, a third
finger, but I feel as though I could take more.

"Are you ready, sweetie?" he asks lovingly.  I just nod yes.  Fear grips me
as I anticipate the pain.  "Relax" he whispers softly and slowly,
soothingly.  He sits up and moves into position, slowly withdrawing his
fingers.  I can't get over the feeling that I'm needing to use the bathroom,
but I know I don't need to.  He straddles across my outstretched left leg.
I look over and see his cock is dripping wet with pre-cum.  He slides a
rubber on over his big dick, and leans over me, his left hand behind my
back.  He puts more lube on his covered dick, and then gently presses the
head against my hole.  He puts just the slightest pressure on it.  "Tell me
to stop if it's too much, ok?"

I nod, biting my lip.  I force myself to relax, and that allows him to slip
a little more into me.  "That's it baby....we'll go as slowly as we need
to." he says.  He rubs my chest with his right hand, leaning against me.  I
lift my right arm up and pull his head toward me.  He gently guides more of
his dick into me and i feel a pop as the head slides past the inner ring.  I
gasp.  "Just relax, honey...relax...it'll be ok in a minute."

Sure enough, I get used to it, and he slowly slides it into me.  I'm amazed
at how I feel so full and like I'm about to be divided into two, but the
pain isn't unbearable.  He slowly pulls back and gently inward again.  My
head feels like I've separated from reality.  I realize my dick's gone soft,
but I know that's not unusual.  I'm in a state of euphoria as I realize this
is really happening to me.  Mark begins moaning and starts to pump in and
out a little more rigorously.  His dick starts rubbing my prostate which
causes me to leak more and more precum, yet I'm still soft.  After about 20
minutes, he stops and motions for me to turn over onto my back.  Somehow I
manage to move my rubbery legs around, and he pushes my knees up toward my
chest and begins to long dick me.  His hair is curled in sweaty curls along
his brow and I realize that I'm so in love with this man.  I gaze lovingly
into his eyes and he notices and smiles.  Suddenly his smile turns into a
love grimace and he begins moaning, a sign he's about to blow.

Sure enough, his strokes increase and with a final yell, he pulls out of me
quickly, rips his condom off, and strokes his cock hard.  His cum flies out
with an enormous burst and lands with a splat across my chest and abdomen.
Seven or eight bursts of cum shoot out of his dick.  I reach down and grab
my cock, never realizing it got hard again, and with three strokes, I'm
shooting my load, as big as his --which amazes me since I just came -- and
our cum mixes together across my sweaty body.  He leans over and lays across
me as we kiss an exhausted and very satisified kiss.  We stay in each
other's embrace for what seems like hours.

"Mark...that was incredible.  I love you."

"Jesse, YOU are incredible, and I love you so much.  I promise I'll never
hurt you again."  he says as he starts to cry.

I hold him closer.  "I know you won't baby, and I won't hurt you either."

I wake up, and at first, I'm disappointed, thinking it was just another
dream.  Then I become aware of a touch...warmth...there's a body in bed with
me.  I look down and see his brown locks on his head.  It wasn't a dream.
Mark is really here, and we just made love.  I gently raise up and see the
time is 11:17 pm.  And I realize...I'm STARVING.

Mark stirs.  "Sorry babe, I was trying not to wake you." I whisper.

"It's ok.  Damn, I'm hungry." he laughs.

"Me too, and thank you." I say, laughing out loud.  "What do you say we
forget about our date and order in a pizza?"

"Sounds good." he says.  We get up, and using a washcloth, get ourselves
cleaned up.  I phone in the pizza, and we go downstairs, just in shorts.  We
flop down in the den and turn on the TV and just decide to stay snuggled up.
  The pizza arrives 25 minutes later, and we eat like we're starving men,
then curl back up in front of the TV, rubbing and stroking each other as if
this were the last night and we'd never get to touch again.  Which of
course, isn't true.  For the first time in my life, I feel as if I'm with
the right partner, and I hope that we'll be together for the rest of our
lives.

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Thanks again for reading and for the great feedback!!  There may be a
chapter or two left in me...we'll have to see.

Jeff