Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2003 12:46:50 +0000
From: John Doe <blackguy25@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adult Friends - Work Related Stress - ch.1

After months and months of contemplating how this would go and just what I
would say, I decided to do it.  I am going to e mail him and see where this
goes.  He will never know that it's me, and that way if he is not into guys,
I won't out myself.....

My name is Jason, I work as a buyer for one of the largest multimedia
retailers in the world.  I love my job, and have been progressing up the
ladder pretty steadily since I came aboard 3 years ago.  I have always loved
music, movies, books, and any other form of recreational entertainment, but
never imagined myself being one of the lucky ones.  My company is very
liberal, and really fosters an atmosphere where people who live "alternative
lifestyles" are accepted and not discriminated against.  I have never worked
with a corporation that was so understanding of work/life balances, same sex
domestic partners, and all sort of diverse situations.  As you can see, I am
really happy with the company that I work for.   To give a great example,
the company Diversity Taskforce, rallied to get a fitness center built in
the basement our building to combat, the rising instances of Diabetes, heart
disease, and a lot of other weight related issues.  Since the fitness center
has been here, I have been able to lose about 20 pds of fat, and bring my
body fat % down to 11 %, so I am very please with the results, and would
never have had the time to get to a gym if it wasn't in our basement.  Not
to toot my own horn, but I am a sight for sore eyes.  At 6.3 , 190, a
tapered V shaped waist line, a 6 pack that would make bring any hot lustful
horned up guy to his knees,  and not too mention an ass that will make any
cock stand up too full attention and literally beg to be the lucky one to
kiss my ass.  I am a light brown skin black guy, with a bald head, thick
eyebrows and a full goatee beard.    So if I do say so myself, I am fuckin
beautiful.  And even though I sound like the biggest conceded person in the
world, I'm couldn't be far from it.  I carry myself very well, and like most
other gay guys, make sure that I am wearing the latest in Italian fashion.

But even though my company is so liberal, I could never see myself coming
out to anyone at work.  May be it is something about being black, that my
upbringing didn't allow for any other thing than being a strict
heterosexual.  So I have learned to repress my urges pretty well, until I
saw Erik.  This guy was a mix between  Antonio Banderes' and Antonio Sabato
Jr. . He had the darkest features, his eyes were such a deep brown that
crayola would have paid dearly to get a shade close to his.  His hair was
cut in the most boyish way, deep dark black hair that looked midnight blue
in the sunlight.  But the best part of all was his lips and his smile.  If
you want a mental... think of Freddie Prince Jr., this guy's smile would
melt the heart of Osama Ben Laden.  All he had to do is show the glimmer of
his pearly whites, and the slightest hint of his deep dimples, and world
peace would be achieved.  He stood about 6.1, 170 pds, and one other
advantage of my companies fitness center was the fact that you got to see
your colleagues in unusual predicaments.  His body, was the object of
countless jack off sessions.  His 8 pack was so defined the crevice between
them were deep enough for him to hold a magic marker between them without it
falling while he stood flexing his muscles.  His biceps were the type that
after a grueling sex session you would lay on them and sleep better that any
posturepedic could ever offer.  And I am not sure about any of you, but a
guys feet, is the ultimate in sexuality.  I don't know if its because I
rarely see a guys feet, unless you are the beach, but Erik's nearly made me
cum twice when we were talking in the locker room.  To sum up this guy, he
was fucking gorgeous.

I first noticed Erik during a meeting where I was giving a presentation.  I
had worked very hard on the material and was very proud of how things turn
out.  My boss came up to me after the meeting and said that this went way
beyond his expectations, and that he was very pleased with the information
that I had presented.  He told to take the next few days off, and we could
discuss implementation next week.  By this time a had a small audience of
colleagues congratulating me and a few giving me the evil jealous eye, but
it really didn't bother me.  After the room was empty and my boss took me
out to lunch, I went back to the conference room to gather my material and
go back to my desk.  As I was cleaning up I saw a planner in the spot where
Erik was sitting, and after being a little too nosey I read inside flap to
make sure it was his.  Just as I was closing the planner...

"Did you read anything interesting"?
"Unh... Oh Erik, Hey" I stupidly replied
"Did you read anything interesting"  Erik repeated as he took his planner
out of my hands
"No, Erik, I just read the inside flap to see who it belonged to, so I could
return it"
"Jason, I wasn't insinuating anything, I was just kidding with you"
I should have known, I thought, but all I could muster was, "Ok"

Feeling that I have just made a fool of myself, and not wanting to be alone
with him anymore, I quickly resumed gathering my things while, Erik told me
what a great job I did on my presentation.   By now I was starting to
fantasize about what his cock looked like, and how it would feel up my ass,
when his voice started to re-register in my mind.

"Is it a date, Jason"
"Hunh.... Is what a date"  I said looking into those breathtaking eyes
"Workout after work today, you didn't hear me?"
"I am sorry Erik, my mind was totally on someone... ???>> I mean something
else"
"No problem, so how about... you wanna meet tonight and work out, I could
really use someone to spot me"
"Ummmm sure, I usually go during lunch, so since I didn't have a chance, I
could meet you then"
"Cool, then it's a date"
Okay I will see you later

By 4 pm, my mind was racing and I had already jacked off twice in the
bathroom since Erik and I had set the time to work out, and I was starting
feel the workings of another hard on starting to arise.  By the time Erik
showed up at 5:30 I had already ran 15 minutes on the treadmill and worked
up a good sweat to lessen the horniness that I was feeling.  When Erik came
out of the locker room, I nearly dropped my shorts, ripped my jock strap off
and plowed that cute bubble butt in front of the 5 or 6 other employees that
were there.

"How long have you been here, I thought we said 5:30"  Erik said as I bent
to get a drink from the fountain
"We did.... I just had a lot on my mind, and needed to settle down, before
started with the weights"
"Something must really be bothering you, is everything okay"
"Oh you know how things can get to you, I am sure it will pass"
"Are you sure, we can go get a beer and talk , rather than work out, if you
like"
"Maybe afterwards, but I really need to work out"

Erik shrugged his shoulders and we went over to one of the benches and
started with a few bench presses. After a few warm up exercises, Erik lied
on the bench and I positioned myself behind him. The first set was pretty
easy , and he was finished way too soon, as I was really enjoying the
outline of his cock through the jersey shorts he was wearing.  As he lowered
the bar to his chest I saw every muscle in his body flex, and I nearly lose
my load, just from that sight alone.  Then it was my turn, and with the hard
on that I was experiencing I didn't know how I would ever explain this.  So,
I laid on the bench, and just as Erik took position behind me and I open my
eyes to get ready to grab the bar, I saw the most beautiful cockhead staring
me eye to eye.  I tried my best not too look as Erik looked into my face
wondering when I was going to start my set, but I was absolutely stunned.  I
couldn't look away and I couldn't move, all I could do was stare.  This must
have been going on too long, because Erik jerked my shoulder asking if I was
alright.  When I came back to reality, I knew that I couldn't go through
with this work out, so I had to end it there.
"I am sorry Erik, this thing is really starting to get to me, I think I
should go"
"Jason, what is it?  You seem like you are losing control or something, Can
you at least tell me what is about"
"I just have some things I need to come to terms with, but I have to work
through them on my own" I said as I got up and started wiping the sweat of
my forehead
"Look, I know how things can be sometimes, and I understand that we aren't
that close for you to tell really personal things, so how about we go grab
the beer we talked about today"
"Erik, I don't..."
"I won't take No, for an answer, you obviously need to unwind, besides I
didn't get a chance to celebrate your presentation"
"Okay Erik, let me go take a shower and I will be ready in 15 minutes"
"Okay I will finish this set and be in a second"

I was so happy that I would be able to shower alone, as there are no doors
on the stalls, just half walls, and if I saw him totally naked, I would have
busted a nut just from the sight of him.  As I started to soap my body I got
down to my rock hard cock and gave it a gentle squeeze, and just from that a
long strain of clear pre-cum leaked onto the shower floor.  I couldn't stand
it any longer and started to furiously jacking my cock.  I knew I was
getting close when I heard Erik call out to me that he didn't need a shower,
and  happy that I agreed to go get a beer.  I froze at the sound of his
voice and was quite pissed when I turned the soothing warm water to the
brisk cold to cool my aching cock.

After gaining my composure, I came into the changing area with a towel
wrapped around my waist, to a picture perfect site of  Erik bent over
getting something out of his locker.  He was totally nude and immediately my
cock started rise and my eyes flowed up and down the small of his back to
the rock hard mounds of flesh and muscled glutes. As he stood up, I realized
that I was starring and hurried to my locker to get dressed before he
realized my hard on.  I managed to get my boxerbriefs on before he turned
around but that did little to hide the tent that my 8 inch cock was starting
to make.  We chatted back and forth while we got dressed and that is when I
noticed his gorgeous feet.  The were at least a size 12, long slender toes,
nicely manicured, and well taken care of.   As he crossed his leg across his
knee to put on is right sock I noticed the long bone lines and huge veins
trailing from each back to his ankle.  OHHHH MY GOD!!! Just as I was coming
down from heaven I noticed that he was smiling at me, as if he was waiting
for a reply.

"Hunh, Did you say something Erik"
"I said, is everything all right"
"Yeah, I am sorry for drifting off like that"
"It seems like your problem is really bogging you down, you really need to
get a grip on things"  he said as he walked over to sit next to me while he
put on his shoes
"I just need to get some rest over the next few days, I'll be fine"
"Mr. Spints, gave you the next few off right?"
"Yeah, I think I will get some much needed time off" I said as started to
head for the door

The drive to bar was quick, and I kept beating myself up the entire way.  I
had to get a grip on things and get rid of this crush that was causing me to
make a fool of myself.  We arrived at the bar, and order two beers and took
them over to the pool table to shoot a few games, and every time it was
Erik's turn he always seemed to take a shot that caused his ass to be bent
in my direction.  Even if there were other shots that would be better, he
seemed as if he wanted to make it a point to show his ass to me.  I was
subjected to this torture for at least 2 hours, but that was also 4 beers
and 2 long Island Iced tea later, Erik however was only on his 2nd beer, and
was obviously there to let me enjoy myself.

"Hey, Jason it's getting late, and I still have to work tomorrow, I think I
should go"
"Oh, come on its only 9:45, do you have someone waiting for little Erik at
home... or does he have a curfew..." I drunkenly slurred
"No Jason, I just getting a little tired, and want to head home, I live
almost an hour from here"  Erik said as he returned the pool stick and the
balls to bartender and paid our tab
"Oh... Erik you don't have to drive all the way home, you can crash at my
spot, that way we don't have to stop drinking"
"I can't , I don't have anything to where tomorrow, and besides you seem
like you've had enough to drink"
"Look, you can stay at my place... I have plenty of things you can wear, and
my mother lives in Kansas, so I think I will decide when I've had enough to
drink"
"Okay, Jason we can go back to your place, but we will leave my car here and
we can go back to your place together"

By now I was totally out of it, and as soon as I gave Erik directions to my
house I passed out in the car.  When Erik pulled into the driveway and cut
the car off, he reached over and gently shook my leg.  When I didn't
respond, he repeated it, except this time he went a little higher up my leg,
and his grip seemed to be a little more firm.  I slowly raised my head and I
imagine smiled the goofiest smile in my life, and then plopped my head back
on the seat.  See that I was not going to move without his help, Erik got
out the car and came over my door and open it.  He leaned in to undo my seat
belt, and ever so slightly brushed against my cock.  That is all I needed to
start to get my juices flowing, my dick started to stand in attention.

Please let me know if you like this story, and I will continue, if not this
will be the only submission.  E mail me at blackguy25@hotmail.com