Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2005 04:49:42 +0000
From: Jeff STL <jeffstl@hotmail.com>
Subject: gay male: adult friends: office fantasy - chapter 3

The events depicted in this story are totally fictional and being written
off the cuff.  Any similarity to real life is pure coincidence.   This
wasn't intended to be a j/o story, but if you do find any of it turning you
on, I'd love to know!  I've also enjoyed feedback so far!  I'm not a
professional writer, so please be gentle! :-)


Chapter 3

I pulled out of the garage, still contemplating what had just taken place
with Mark, and since I didn't get off, still slightly hot.  As luck would
have it, there's a ball game tonight, which clogs up downtown a bit because
of stupid people who don't know what the hell the "don't walk" sign means.
As I'm sitting at the red light, still worried about my pre-cum-stained
shirt, I decide to shuck it.  Maybe she won't notice if I'm not wearing it,
and I can sneak it into the laundry.  It's a hot evening, so it's not
unusual for me to walk in the door half-naked.

Finally, I get through the crowd and onto the highway.  Now I have a
30-minute drive to sort out the day.  First, what the hell is wrong with
Vic?  On Friday, he was so excited about playing around, and now I'm the
devil-incarnate.  Well, screw him, I decide.  I chuckle as I reply to myself
with 'no thanks.'  And now this guy Mark...what do I really know about him?
How do I know he's not a cop or something?  No, stupid, I think...he has a
company badge.  Still...it's a risk.  I can't pass on anything to the Mrs.

I get home, and as expected, the wife doesn't even blink that I'm without a
shirt.  Since the basement door is right by the garage entry, I hear the
washing machine filling up.  I ask her what she's washing, and she says it's
colored clothes.  I tell her that I'm going to throw this shirt in because I
got ketchup on it at lunch.  SAVED!  Luck IS with me today...in more ways
than one!

I'm quiet during dinner, which again isn't unusual, but today was especially
hot, and the kids apparently were not on their best behavior, which can tend
to make a mom rather cranky.  Sure enough, she bores in about my day, and is
apparently angry with me that I was a little late getting home, and for once
why can't I leave a little early and help out around here?  Gritting my
teeth, I try to keep my temper, but my control is rapidly fading.  I finally
burst out that she doesn't complain when she's spending my paycheck.  World
War III begins, and the accusations start to fly, including the typical
complaint about how she isn't getting enough in the bedroom.  Luckily, the
kids are off in their own world of Gameboys to notice.  Maybe they're used
to our noise?

Fed up, I stomp into the bedroom, put on a clean navy-blue T-shirt and denim
shorts, sandals, and tell her I'm going out for awhile.  She replies with
her usual "fine!" and I'm out the door, telling her I am going to pick up a
few things.  I pull out of the driveway and instead of heading to a store, I
drive across the river to a favorite bar.  This bar features nude
dancers....all male.  I come here to blow off steam, but it is more of a
frustration since there's no touching certain desirable items.  But, still
it's a chance to see some cute guys dancing on the bar wearing nothing but
socks.

I walk in, and as usual, there's no customers there at this time.  "Hi,
beautiful", the bartender says.  "Scotch and Soda", I reply.  Len, one of
the dancers, notices me sitting at the bar, and begins his routine, starting
out in leather briefs.   He speaks not a word, and does some acrobatic
dancing from the bar attached to the ceiling.  He even strips upside down.
Oh, to be that young again.  Soon, he's dancing in only his socks, and I put
a dollar in the sock, sipping my drink, and noticing the other bartender
who's not on duty, but walking around without his shirt on.  Oh I'd love to
have that body.

After a few minutes of this, I hear someone come in behind me and feel a
strong hand clap onto my shoulder.  "Jess!"  I turn and to my shock, there's
Mark standing there!  "Hey dude!  What the hell are you doing here?" I ask,
shaking his hand...the very hand that just a couple of hours ago was wrapped
around my cock.

"Well, the wife has a meeting tonight, and we have no kids, so I come over
here.  What are YOU doing here?"  Mark asks.

"Oh man, the wife and I got into again tonight.  I swear that woman..." Mark
cuts me off by putting a finger on my lips.  "No, Jess, you clearly are in
need of some fun and I'm here to have a good time myself, so let me stop you
there, ok?"  He smiles that gorgeous smile.  Oh and those blue eyes...the
most beautiful eyes I've seen in a long time...not since....I shake the
thought from my head.  Don't go there, I tell myself.  That was six years
ago, and you're over him.

Mark sits beside me (maybe too close) and orders a drink.  "So," he says,
"did she notice your shirt?"

"No.  I took it off before I drove home and told her I got ketchup on it at
lunch.  I think she bought it."

"Good.  I'd hate to think I caused you any problem."  Mark says, genuinely
concerned.

"Shit, that's the LEAST of my worries."  I reply, grimly.  I stare ahead,
not noticing that there is a new guy dancing on the bar now.  Mark reaches
over and sticks a dollar in his sock.  He motions over to me, indicating
that we should go to a table to talk.  Of course, the music is so loud,
we'll have to talk over it, but, it's better than nothing, I guess.

"So, listen, man...you're not freaked out about what happened, are you?"
Mark asks.

"No, not really.  I mean, I guess I sorta am surprised, you know?  I just
met you, and already we're going at it in public."  I grin, but he can tell
I'm serious.  "How is it that you know me again?"

Mark smiles.  "Dude, I've seen you and that gal you go to lunch with many
times.  I looked you up in the Intranet database and saw which building and
floor you work on.  I've lusted after you for months."

Incredulous, I ask "WHY?   I mean, I'm not as good looking as you, and I'm a
little overweight, and.."  Again, his finger goes to my lips, silencing me.

"Jesse, I'm going to tell you something, and I want you to take me VERY
seriously.  Do you understand?" he says sternly.  Who IS this guy? I wonder.

I nod, eyes wide.

"Jesse, there is nothing wrong with you.  You are an attractive guy, and I
don't care about your weight!  But it's not just looks that interests me.  I
overheard you talking at Friday's one day, and you were talking to that gal
-- what's her name?  (Kathy, I reply.)  Yeah, Kathy....you were consoling
her about her lover who has been giving her a hard time.  I could tell
you're a guy with a lot of heart, and you're caring, and ...well...just down
to earth.  THAT's what attracted me to you."
He removes his finger from my lips.  "Do you understand that?"

"Yes."   I reply.  "I'm sorry, but it's just hard for me to believe that
you'd be attracted to me, that's all."  Mark shakes his head in disgust.
"Well, look," I say, getting defensive. "My history isn't exactly filled
with hot guys approaching me, telling me that I'm attractive, and that looks
aren't important!  I've noticed how the good-looking people hang around with
the good-looking people, and people like me get stuck off to the side,
standing there with our thumbs up our asses."  I inhale sharply, not
realizing that I said that all in one breath.

Mark stares at me, tilting his head to one side as if studying me like I was
a rare bird or something.  "Yeah", he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
  "Well, I guess maybe it's not so much that we "beautiful people" (spitting
those words at me) are as shallow as you THINK we are.  And for YOUR
information, I don't think I'M all that great either (is he kidding??) and I
thank you VERY much that you think I'm a liar!  You think all I want is your
cock?  Then FUCK YOU!"

Mark storms out, leaving me sitting there, stunned yet again.  The words
stung.  The pounding of the music was making it hard for me to think, but
one thing was clear....I suck...and not in the good way.  Too upset to even
laugh at my own joke, I look up at the young stud, dancing on the bar for
some old guy that came in sometime in my fuck-up with Mark, and suddenly
have a sick feeling in my stomach.

Why is it so hard to believe that I might actually attract someone like
Mark?  Surely that experience six years ago wouldn't have messed up my mind
THAT much.  And things are not so great at home.  Work gets to me, and I
feel like I can never get enough sleep.

Deep in self-pity and self-loathing, I slowly make my way to the exit.
Half-hoping Mark would be there, I exit into the heat of the evening.  Sure
enough, only a few cars are there, and his black Alero is no where to be
seen.  Sighing, I get in the car, pull off the wristband the bartender put
on so they knew I paid my cover charge, and drive toward home.  A tear falls
down my cheek.  Life just doesn't seem worth living.

I decide to drive around for awhile.  It's too early to go home yet.  I'm
still pissed off about the argument, and of course, this is going to show
HER!  What a dope I am, I think to myself.  The next thing I notice, I'm
back downtown again.  I didn't even remember crossing the bridge.  I drive
over to the company garage, since we can park in there after business hours,
even if we ARE peons, and check in at the guard's desk.  I head over to my
building and up to my floor.  The lights are off, except for the ones that
stay on 24x7.  I walk over to my cubicle and sit in my chair.  I become
acutely aware that I'm not alone.  I'm hearing noises from the adjacent
cubicle--VIC's cubicle.  He's breathing heavily, apparently unaware that
I've walked in.  I listen closer and realize that he has headphones on.
It's 9:00pm, so I guess he feels safe in being stupid! I think angrily.

I walk over to his cubicle quietly and look in just enough so he can't see
me, but I can see which way his chair is turned.  Sure enough, he's facing
away from the cubicle doorway.  He's slouched in his chair, and in the
semi-darkness, I notice knees on the floor in front of him.  My gosh!  He's
getting blown!  I inch in closer, peering around the cube wall, and I
realize that those are MALE knees!  Further examination shows a hand between
those knees stroking himself as he blows Vic.  I step back, my face hot,
heart pounding, wondering what to do.  And....confused.  What the fuck?  He
nearly threatened my life outside just 4 hours ago, and now he's here at
WORK of all places, getting a blow job by someone...another GUY.  Coming to
my senses, I hear Vic making noises as if he's about to shoot and decide
that for my own safety, I better get the FUCK away from here.  I walk
quietly off, picking up my pace into a run as I get 1/2 way to the elevator
bank.  After a few long moments, and several curse words by me because this
building is mostly EMPTY why the fuck are the elevators so SLOW, the car
arrives and I descend to the 4th floor.  I walk quickly over to the other
buildilng and across the bridge into the garage, practically in a sweat, and
still flushed.  I'm angry, hurt, and confused yet again, and I can't take
this anymore!!  I sign out with the guard, who's nice enough to say "Hey,
buddy, are you ok?"  "Fine," I say gruffly and storm out the door.  I get
into the car and drive out onto the street, hands and legs shaking in anger.
  I decide that I've had enough and didn't care if the wife WAS still mad, I
want to go home and just get into bed.

Half way home, and driving just a little faster than I should, I suddenly
see a flash of light off to my left.  Realizing at the last minute that
someone just crossed the median, I slam on my brakes and try to swerve
right, but it's too late.  The Explorer plows into the left front corner of
my car, slamming me into the door window.  I hear the terrible squeal of
tires as my car is flung across two lanes of highway, coming to a rest just
off the shoulder and facing the side of the highway.  I'm aware of something
pressing against me --the airbag--and I hear other cars squealing to a stop
to avoid getting hit as the Explorer comes to a stop going the wrong way.
And sirens, but going the opposite direction?  My cheek is wet, suddenly
it's hot and cold, and darkness enshrouds me.  My last thought is "this was
the worst day of my life."

To be continued


Sorry!  But nothing keeps interest like a good cliffhanger!  I promise I'll
bring chapter 4 on as soon as I can.  I still have no idea where this might
go...and I'd love to hear from you.  Flames will still be ignored, but
constructive criticism is welcome! :-)  Play safe!