Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2004 23:19:52 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: What I Wasn't Looking For, Ch. 4

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What I Wasn't Looking For

Chapter Four

I had pretty much recovered from the office blowjob by the end of the day
and went out with Tom and Anna as usual. I decided that I really needed a
drink. Greg and Susan were at a table near the back when we got to the
bar. The three of us got our drinks and stood at one end of the bar. I
positioned myself so that my back was toward Greg.

"So what's with the closed door when Greg's been in your office lately,
Jeff? The two of you becoming buddies?"

"No way, Anna. He's just been weird lately, acting like everything he needs
to see me about is so confidential. You know how lawyers can be."

Just then I felt an arm around my shoulder. I turned and Greg and Susan
were standing there.

"Hey, bud, what's that you're saying about lawyers? Not talking about me,
are you?"

"No, Greg, not everything is about you." Actually, it was lately, but no
point in letting him know.

Susan and Anna chatted a few minutes and Greg made small talk with Tom and
me. I was very uncomfortable but had nothing to worry about. Greg behaved
himself. I was always amazed when he acted like a normal person.

Wednesday night went according to the script. A nice long hard fuck in the
dark. Sort of wham, bam, thank you ma'm without the thank you.

My routine did finally have a good change. Friday night I went out with
friends and actually met someone. He was a cute little twenty three year
old named Bobby. He was blond, maybe five foot four and slim. And from the
way he kept grinding his butt back into my crotch he was definitely a
bottom. It didn't take much to talk him into coming back to my place.

He turned out to be a horny aggressive little bottom, too, just what I
needed. It had been a few months since I'd fucked a guy and after all of
the nights with Greg I needed to reassure myself that I still could. And
that I still liked it. I plowed Bobby in every position imaginable; on his
back, on all fours, flat on his belly. I lay on my back and he straddled my
hips, sat down and impaled himself on my fat six inches. It was an
exhausting marathon fuck. By the time we finally collapsed and fell asleep
we'd both cum twice.

We slept until after eleven, got up and showered together. We hadn't had
much time to talk but I planned on asking him to spend the day to get to
know one another a little. He was a sweet boy and so fucking hot. I
definitely wanted to see more of him. And I wanted to spend a little more
time up his ass as well. We were just toweling each other off when the
phone rang. I let it go to the answering machine.

"If you're there, pick up the phone, Jeff. I mean it." Greg's voice came
through loud and clear from the bedroom. Shit! I raced into the room and
grabbed the phone.

"What do you want, Greg?"

"Your hole. I'm on my way over."

I checked to make sure Bobby was still in the bathroom and took the phone
into the kitchen.

"Now isn't good, Greg. I've got someone here."

"It's a good time for me. Susan has an old college friend visiting her for
the weekend so I didn't get any last night."

"But I had a date last night and he's still here. I can't just get rid of
him."

"Then maybe he'll get off on watching me fuck you. I'll be there in thirty
minutes." He hung up.

I went back into the bedroom where Bobby was lying naked on the bed looking
so sexy.

"Damn, I hate to say this but you've got to go, Bobby. My brother's on his
way over."

"Is he gonna be long? Maybe I could stay. I'd really like to pick up where
we left off last night."

"So would I, babe, but he needs to talk to me about something. You'd better
go."

I waited impatiently while he got dressed. He gave me his phone number and
we made tentative plans to get together the next weekend. Less than two
minutes after he left the doorman buzzed that Greg was here.

I opened the door for him.

"Was that pretty little blond boy in the lobby your date, Jeff? Man, I'll
bet he's a great fuck. Or did he fuck you?"

"It's none of your business but I fucked him." Why was I telling him this?
Maybe I just needed to let him know he hadn't turned me into a total
bottom. Maybe I needed to hear that myself. "You can't just come over here
without warning, you know, Greg. I do have a life."

"But I come first. Remember that, Jeffie. Now drop your pants and bend over
the back of that couch."

Not very romantic but I could see that there was no point in talking to
him. I was annoyed and just wanted him to be gone so I did as he
demanded. As soon as I bent over he stepped up behind me. He parted my
cheeks and pressed his head against my hole. No finger, no lube.

"Whoa, what are you doing? I need a little preparation."

"The condom's lubricated. That should be enough." With that he rammed his
rod all the way into me in one hard thrust. The burning pain shot all
through me. Tears ran down my cheeks. He didn't even give me a chance to
get used to it, he just started fucking. He plowed into me, slamming his
hips against my butt, burying his pole all the way up inside
me. Fortunately he didn't last long. I don't know if it was his horny state
or the tightness of my hole but he came in no time. He grunted and gave a
sharp thrust into me with each spurt. As soon as he was done he pulled out,
turned me around and dumped the contents of the condom in my mouth. He
noticed the tears on my face.

"Don't tell me that hurt. It felt great from my end."

"If you want to keep using my hole you'd better not tear it up, Greg. It's
to your advantage to take better care of it."

"I was in a hurry." He shrugged. "Next time I make an emergency visit you
might want to lube yourself up before I get here. I gotta get going. I'm
meeting Susan and her girlfriend for lunch."

With that he put his dick back in his pants, zipped up and left. No thank
you, not even goodbye. I looked at the clock. He'd been there less than
fifteen minutes.

I made up my mind that I had to talk to him, to try to make him be a little
more reasonable in his demands.

Back at work he was his old self. A tad obnoxious but at least he didn't
demand any more blowjobs. He and Susan joined the rest of us at the bar
Monday afternoon and I had to admit we all had a good time. At least I
could be sure he'd behave himself when she was around.

Wednesday night it was the same old thing. As much as I loved having his
huge pole filling my ass it was starting to get a little monotonous. After
he had drained his condom into my mouth and started to get dressed I tried
talking to him about it.

"Can we talk, Greg?"

"Again? What's with your need to talk so much?"

"I just think things would go smoother with more communication."

"Okay. Get dressed and fix us some drinks." He went out into the living
room. I threw on shorts and a tee and followed him. I got the drinks and we
sat down.

"So what's on your mind, Jeff?"

"I know you've got the upper hand here and I've resigned myself to our
Wednesday nights, but we need to talk about the other things, the blowjob
in the office, dropping in here with little warning."

"Resigned yourself? You love this as much as I do, Jeffie. Resign yourself
to that. But I know what you mean about stuff in the office. I don't want
to get caught there any more than you do. I'll try to keep it to a
minimum. As far as dropping in here, it's gonna happen now and then. I'll
try to give you as much notice as possible but I can't guarantee
anything. Anything else?"

"Yeah. I know we both love the fucking we've been doing, but can't we vary
the action a little, do more stuff, maybe add some foreplay?"

"Let's get one thing straight. I'm not gay like you. I love tits. I'm into
pussy, fucking it or eating it. I'm not into dick. I don't suck cock and I
don't kiss guys. Maybe you're right and we can make better use of your
mouth but don't expect any reciprocation from me."

"But your ad said you were bi."

"I like to fuck a tight asshole. Most chicks aren't into that. Lots of gay
guys are. That's about it."

"So that's all I am to you, a tight asshole?"

"Pretty much, but you say that like it's a bad thing. You're really a great
hole."

"Well, aside from the sex, can't we at least try to be friends? It would be
so much more comfortable all around if we could get along better."

"For months after I started in the department I tried to be friends but you
weren't interested. Now I'm not interested. I'm getting what I want from
you. Better get used to it."

I could see I wasn't going to get anywhere with him but had one more thing
that was bothering me.

"Okay, I know where we stand now and I guess I'll have to deal with it. But
can I ask you not to keep dumping your condoms down my throat? I know oral
sex is fairly safe and I love cum when I know it's safe but I don't like to
take any chances. I don't have any idea what else you're doing and with
whom."

"You don't have anything to worry about. I wouldn't do that if it weren't
safe. I get tested regularly, not that I have to. I don't ever take
chances. I even use condoms with Susan. No way do I want to make babies
with her right now. What about you? Have you been tested recently?"

"Yeah, at my physical last month."

'Then we have nothing to worry about. One more thing. Send me that video
you shot a few weeks ago. I want to study my technique. Maybe I can find a
way to make it even better for both of us."

He finished his drink with one gulp, got up and left. I felt a lot better
about all of the cum he'd been feeding me but the rest wasn't very
satisfactory. I viewed the video again before I sent it to him. I didn't
have to worry about anything there. Between the camera angle and the
blindfold there was no way to recognize my face, even when he was dumping
the cum in my mouth. And I don't think that even my exes would have
recognized my body in those positions.

Bobby and I went out Friday night and then spent half the night fucking. He
didn't leave until Sunday afternoon. Fortunately, I didn't hear from Greg
all weekend. He was right about Bobby, though; he was a hot fuck. We must
have done it a half dozen times. As much as I loved it, by Sunday morning I
was getting an itch in my ass and asked him if he wanted to fuck me.

"No way, Jeff. I'm all bottom. I want my men planted firmly up my ass. You
mean you get off on getting fucked, too?"

"I haven't done it much but I thought that if you wanted to we could try
it. It's no big deal."

I almost felt like I was two different people. On the weekend, I was a top
fucking Bobby. On Wednesdays, I was a bottom getting fucked by
Greg. Unfortunately, after a few weeks Bobby and I realized that other that
a hot time in bed we had nothing in common and we decided there wasn't much
point in trying to go any further so we called it quits. Of course, the
same thing applied to me and Greg but I had no say in the matter so we kept
right on. At least Greg did change our routine a bit. I didn't have to be
face down on the bed in the dark when he arrived, although he did expect me
to be naked and lubed.

As promised, he did make better use of my mouth. We usually preceded the
fucking with me sucking his dick. He tried every angle imaginable trying to
force the whole thing down my throat but it just wouldn't go. At first I
took a little satisfaction in that in at least one area he found he
couldn't have it all his way but then I surprised myself when I realized
that I wanted to take it all. I felt like a failure because I couldn't
accommodate all of that huge cock the way he wanted me to. I resolved to
keep trying.

He also let me use my tongue on his ass. It drove me wild knowing that I
was licking him where no guy ever had. He had such a hot firm hairless ass
and it was all mine. Of course, he was incredibly tight so I could barely
get the tip of my tongue inside him but I knew I could loosen him up
eventually. No way would he ever let me get anything else up his ass but I
was determined to get my whole tongue inside him.

Several weeks went by and I woke up one morning and realized that, when we
were together anyway, I had become a complete slave to his body. I
worshipped his body. He used mine. I sucked his nipples, his cock, his
hole. He fucked my ass and my mouth. And I loved it all. So did he,
apparently. He never missed a Wednesday and dropped by now and then on
other days. He didn't interfere much with the rest of my life.

At first I had resented him and the way he was using me but after a while I
began to see his point. We were filling a need for each other. There were
plenty of times where I wondered where this was all going, though. This
kind of life couldn't just go on forever. And there was still an emptiness
inside me. I had a good life-a job I loved, good friends and a hot sex
life- but it was disjointed. I still really wanted a relationship that was
more than sex and was connected to the rest of my life. I shocked myself
one day when I realized that as much as I got off on Greg using me, I also
wanted him to love me. Did that mean I was falling in love with him? I
hoped not.

One Thursday I had a dentist appointment in the afternoon so I took a half
day and left work at noon. When I walked into the break room the next
morning everyone was talking.

"You missed all of the excitement yesterday, Jeff"

"Excitement here, Tom? What happened, did the copier run out of toner
again?"

"Susan broke off her engagement to Greg and they fired him."

"No way! I don't believe it." Although Greg and I didn't talk much,
especially about Susan, I had just been with him Wednesday night and he
gave no indication they were having any problems. "I'm no lawyer but I know
they can't fire him just because of that."

"It's nice of you to defend him Jeff, especially when we all know you
didn't like him much."

"I wasn't defending him, Marie, but this is a law firm. You'd think they
would know better."

"Everything was done by the book, Jeff. Apparently, old man Farrell never
liked him and only tolerated him because of Susan. He had taken the
precaution of documenting every little screw-up Greg had so when the
engagement ended they had enough on him to let him go."

"Well that sucks for him, Tom."

"Yeah, but you'll have to admit it couldn't happen to a nicer guy."

I knew I should have felt as satisfied as Tom but I couldn't. As much as I
had resented Greg at times for the control he had over me I knew what he
must be going through. I didn't understand him well but I knew he wasn't
all bad.

Besides, I had no idea what this meant for me. I wasn't going to be seeing
Greg every day at work but that didn't mean he still couldn't blackmail
me. In fact, now he had nothing to lose if the people in the office found
out about us. When I got home that night I sent him an email. I was
concerned with how he was doing but was also worried about myself. When I
checked before bed there was a brief reply.

"Fuck you, faggot!"

Obviously he wasn't handling it well. I left him alone for several days and
didn't hear from him. I was beginning to think it was all over but
Wednesday night found me naked in the living room with my ass lubed, just
in case. Eight o'clock came and went and no Greg. At nine I got dressed and
poured myself a drink. At ten o'clock the intercom buzzed.

"Your friend is here."

"Send him up."

I didn't bother to try to get undressed. There wasn't time anyway. Less
than thirty seconds later there was another buzz.

"I just thought you should know he's been drinking-a lot."

"Thanks, Joe."

I heard a fumbling at the door. I'd locked it when he hadn't shown at
eight. I opened the door and he practically fell into the room.

"You fuckin' faggot! You've ruined my life! You and that fuckin' hot hole
of yours."

He actually took a swing at me but missed and fell on the floor. As I
picked him up he gulped and I realized he was going to be sick. I half
dragged him into the bathroom and got him to the bowl just in time. A half
hour later I was pretty sure he was empty but we were both a sweaty mess. I
stripped our clothes off and got him into the shower. With him propped up
in the corner I washed us both. The water seemed to sober him up a bit.

"You do have a hot hole, you know." He smiled as he said it.

"Yeah, I know, Greg. You've mentioned it once or twice."

I dried him off and helped him to the bed. By the time I'd cleaned up the
bathroom a bit he was sound asleep. I got into bed next to him and
eventually fell asleep myself. At some point in the night I awoke. I was
lying on my side. He was behind me and had both arms around me. His dick
was hard as a rock and was pressed between the cheeks of my ass. He wasn't
really awake but he was humping against me. I reached into the drawer of
the stand next to the bed and grabbed a condom and some lube. I fumbled
around behind me getting the rubber on him. Once I had him ready I guided
him to my hole and pressed back onto him. I felt my hole expand as he
entered me. I don't know if he was awake by then but he began pumping into
me, slowly and almost tenderly. He began longdicking me from the rear. I
was shocked when he began to lightly kiss and nibble the back of my
neck. He held me tight against his body as he thrust his dick deep inside
me. It was so good having all of that physical contact. I stroked myself
with my hand in rhythm to his fucking. We both came at the same time. With
his last shot his whole body went limp and he was asleep again, his dick
still planted in my ass.

We were still in the same position when the alarm went off in the
morning. He was hard again and began humping as he woke up. He was a lot
rougher this time but that was fine with me. He pushed me onto my stomach
and rolled on top of me, fucking deep into me. Again, he didn't last long
and I soon felt his dick swell and throb inside me. Again, he was asleep as
soon as he came. I pulled myself out from underneath him and went into the
bathroom. He might be unemployed but I still had to go to work. I decided
to let him sleep and left for the office with him still in bed.

When I got home that night he was gone but he'd left a note.

"I'm sorry I was such a mess last night, Jeff. I haven't been handling all
of this very well. It's my turn to say that we need to talk. I'll pick you
up for dinner at seven."

It's a good thing I didn't have any other plans. He just naturally assumed
I was free, or would make myself free for him. He was right. I wanted him
and wanted him to want me. If only I could start to like him.

He arrived at seven on the dot and we went out to a small café nearby. We
made small talk as we ate. Afterwards, we talked over coffee.

"So what happened with Susan?"

"I guess she had begun to wonder why I was never around on Wednesdays so
she went over to my place to snoop last week. She probably thought she'd
catch me with some chick. I was busy with you so she went through the
place, first the apartment, then my computer. She came across that video of
me fucking you. You may remember that you weren't recognizable on it but my
face was on it at the end. She totally freaked out when she realized it was
me with another guy."

"Yeah, she was always cool about me being gay but I guess it's one thing to
have gay friends and another to find out your boyfriend is fucking
guys. And what about work?"

"I really fucked up there. I haven't had the easy life all of you seemed to
think I did, you know. My family had no money and I had to put myself
through college and law school. I guess I always resented those who hadn't
had to work as hard. Once I had the job with the firm and started going out
with the boss' daughter, I thought I was one of them and could take it easy
for a while. I was wrong."

"You shouldn't have a problem getting another job, Greg. You're a good
lawyer."

"Yeah, I suppose I'm not really worried about that. I'm just pissed at
myself for having fucked up. I'm harder on myself than I am on others,
believe it or not."

"My ass has a hard time believing that but we'll take you word for it." I
hesitated. "So what about us? I know I'm just one of many holes you've
probably fucked through that ad of yours, but I'd like to be more than that
if you'd consider it. I know you're not really into guys, but you are into
at least part of me. Maybe we could start there."

I didn't hold out much hope and I didn't want to come off like I was
begging him but he had come to mean so much more to me than just a big dick
up my ass.

"Actually, Jeff, you're the only guy I ever met through that ad. Several
guys sent me messages but no one else had the balls to go through with it
like you did."

"So where does that leave us?"

"Maybe we could start over, Jeff. I've always liked you, you know. And I
may be just a little more bi than I let on. That doesn't mean you're ever
gonna fuck me or even that I'll be much of a cocksucker, but I'm willing to
try if you are."

"You mean you're willing to try a relationship with me?"

"You're really hung up on that word, you know. But yeah, if that's what you
want to call it. Just remember though, in bed I call all the shots. You're
still gonna be a hole for me to use any way I want. That part of me I was
totally upfront about. I get off on that and I know you do, too."

"I think I can handle that, Greg."

He picked up the check and walked me back to the condo. When we got to the
lobby he stopped.

"As much as I'd love to come up and fuck you senseless, I should get
home. It's time I got my resume and my life back together. Besides, that
means we'll both be just a little hornier tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night?"

"Yeah, eight o'clock. Be ready."

He quickly leaned toward me and gave me a brief kiss on the lips, then
turned and walked out to the street. I stood there staring after him a good
minute after he disappeared from sight.

'Well, it's a start.'


The End.