From: Johnson Cox <johncox@emale.com>
Subject: Story: Business Affairs (M/M)
Date: Fri, 14 Feb 1997 11:30:17 -0500
Organization: U.S. Library of Erotica

The following story contains descriptions of male/male sexual
relationships, please do read any further if you ar underage or would be
offended by such material.

Business Affairs by Johnson Cox

	It was a few minutes before 5:00 pm, and the bar was just starting to
fill up. The thin trails of smoke that drifted towards the ceiling were
only a hint of the haze that would form once Happy Hour was in full
swing. The murmurs of those already there were not yet enough to drown
out the tinkle of ice in glasses or the soft rock coming through the
sound system. There were still empty stools now, but it wouldn't be long
before the place would be filled to capacity.
	Drew Rawlings sat on a corner stool, sipping a cold beer, keeping an
eye on the entrance. He had left work early to make sure he would be in
that spot at that time. He was waiting to meet someone, even though that
someone didn't know he would be waiting. He had finally come to a
decision. Today would be the day that he would confront the man who had
been the object of his fantasies for the last three months. As the
after-work crowds filled the bar, Drew started to feel anxious. His
fantasy man usually was one of the first in at Happy Hour, drinking two
drinks while he smoked a cigarette, occasionally flipping through papers
before heading back out. Drew drank more of his beer, sitting up
straighter on his stool so he could still see the entrance to the bar.
As the noise and smoke levels grew, Drew's mind drifted back to his
first encounter with West Bennett.
	Drew worked in the big office building across the street from the bar
where he now sat. He was twenty-eight and had been working for about
eight months for a company that was expanding its market to include the
Internet.  Drew was hired to head that effort. Work was booming and the
pace was oftentimes very hectic. Drew had decided to use his lunch hours
to take a daily run. The wxercise served to relieve the work-related
tension as well as keep him in shape. 
	One afternoon, he was late coming back from his run. The activity
coupled with the August heat were like a double whammy soaking his
tanktop and running shorts, molding them to his body. As he entered the
building, the cold from the air conditioning chilled him causing his
nipples to become prominent throught the wet cotton. He jogged through
the lobby, noticing the doors closing on one of the elevators. He
shouted for someone to hold the elevator, and sprinted through the doors
- right into one of the finest men he had ever seen.
	West Bennett was on the elevator, one hand holding back the door, the
other holding a briefcase. When Drew jumped through the doors, his hot,
sweaty body fell into West knocking the briefcase to the ground. Drew
dropped to his knees, red from embarrassment and exertion, picking up
papers while apolozing in a breathless, flustered voice. He gathered up
all the paperwork and the case and stood up to find himself looking into
a pair of eyes that left him speechless. They were the deepest blue he
had ever seen. Wordlessly, he handed everything over, now wrinkled and
sweat stained. West was too stunned by Drew's appearance to be really
annoyed over the mess of his paperwork. He kept his expression blank as
he viewed the young man before him. He couldn't help but notice the
hardening bulge hugged by the sodden running shorts, and the nipples
pointing at him through the tanktop. Damp curls fell into Drew's light
brown eyes, and his firm arms and legs glistened under a sheen of sweat.
West found himself getting a little breathless.  The elevator bell
sounded, breaking the moment, and the doors opened on West's floor. He
excused himself and got off of the elevator and the doors closed behind
him. Drew leaned against the back of the elevator, his mind filled with
the memory of those blue eyes, the wavy, dark hair graying slightly at
the temples, the trimmed musctache, and the hardness of the body he had
bumped beneath the tailored charcoal suit. He adjusted himself inside
his shorts, thinking that not only was he late, but he seriously needed
a cold shower.
	Drew then spent the next three months trying to run into that man
again. He knew who he was, but that had been his first up close
encounter, and now he wanted to know more about him. He casually
solicited information from the secretaries. He had known the man's name
was Weston Bennett, that he was VP in the accounting department, and had
one of the corner offices on the ninteenth floor. He found out that West
was forty-five and had been with the firm for almost fifteen years. He
usually adhered to a certain work schedule: coming into the office very
early, but trying to leave by five most evenings. No one seemed to know
much about his personal life - he didn't seem to socialize often with
people from work. The only social tidbit was that he regularly
frequented the bar across the street. Drew found several opportunities
to pass West in the hall or share an elevator, but never got up the
nerve to initiate conversation. The two men would just nod in passing,
but each time Drew's palms would sweat and his heart would beat a little
faster. A few times when they happened to meet as Drew was leaving or
returning from his run, he thought he noticed the older man's gaze
linger on his skimpily clad body. Drew was in the habit of staying at
his computer at work until way after five, but on this day he decided it
was time to see if he could make a wet dream come true.
	It was 5:25 and still West hadn't shown up. Drew decided to drink one
more beer and then head home. He drank it slowly, now only
half-heartedly watching the entrance. He had a slight buzz from the
beers and a slight hardon from the sexual anticipation he had built over
his possible confrontation with West. The combination fueled a
pleasurable fantasy in Drew's mind about how the meeting in the bar
could unfold.
	Drew would be sitting on the stool, wearing his running clothes. Sweat
drying from his body as he took long swallows from a cold bottle of
beer. A deep voice would suddenly rumble in his ear. The hairs of a
mustache tickle the sensitive skin, sending a shiver down his spine
straight to his cock. "Mind if I join you?" the voice would say, as a
strong hand reaches over his shoulder to grab the half empty beer
bottle.  The hairs on the back of the hand seem to stand out in sharp
focus as the bottle is lifted to full lips under the mustache, and the
rest of the beer is drained. Now a cold tongue is licking his ear. Then
sensations shoot through him as teeth nibble his lobe, while another
hand pinches his left nipple. Drew can feel the material of a suit
jacket surrounding his naked arms as the man enfolds him. One hand plays
with his tits, and the other moves to grab him between the legs. Drew's
cock is rock-hard, the head poking up from his jockstrap. The left hand
pinches Drew's nipples harder as the right hand slips inside Drew's
shorts. Once again the deep voice sounds in Drew's ear. "I've been
watching you, and I've been wanting to do this for a long time. I think
you've been wanting it too. Am I right?" Drew can only let out a series
of moans. The man's left hand has abandoned his nipples and now a thick
finger is probing at the puckered opening between Drew's smooth
asscheeks. A rough tongue licks his neck, then thick juicy lips suck on
it, the mustache tickling him the whole while. Two fingers fuck in and
out of his asshole, and a fist pumps his cock. Drew is being pushed
closer and closer to an explosion, on the verge of sensory overload.
Everything else fades away. The only sounds he hears are his own moans
and the heavy breathing in his right ear. He feels the heat building in
his ass and cock and balls, plus the insistent pressure of the hard dick
poking at him from behind, and the persistent lips teasing his neck. He
groans loudly as he comes - his body shuddering, his cock spraying the
side of the bar with his sticky essence. Then Drew would feel his
barstool turn, find those gorgeous blue eyes looking down at him. The
man would lover his face to Drew's and whisper in his ear, "My name is
West. Nice to meet you." Drew would be dumbstruck realizing that this
hunk of man is standing in front of him wearing just a suit jacket and
nothing else, curly hairs peeking out from the "V" of the jacket and a
huge hardon poking out from under the last button. That big dick would
then become the focus of his attention...
	"Hey!" Drew's attention was drawn back to reality by someone jostling
his arm causing the last of his beer to spill in his lap. He grabbed a
cocktail napkin from the bar and dabbed at his damp crotch, turning
angrily to confront the one who had so rudely intruded on his fantasy.
His retort was cut short when he realized who had bumped him. West
Bennett had finally arrived.
	"Excuse me. I'm sorry. It's kind of crowded in here." The deep voice
was exactly the same as in Drew's fantasies. The blue eyes focused on
Drew. "Well, well, imagine bumping into you. Maybe we should dtop
meeting like this."
	Drew took a deep breath before answering, grateful that the cold beer
had put a damper on his erection situation. "Um, no problem Mr. Bennett.
I guess you owed me after that whole elevator scene. Uh, my name is
Drew."
	"Call me West. You're Rawlings, right? You're in charge of the new
cyberspace marketing projects? Let me buy you another beer."
	"Sure, thanks." Drew's mind was racing, his moment was upon him. And as
he exchanged small talk with West over another beer, he tried to keep
himself calm. He was searching for ways to prolong contact, when West
looked at his watch.
"Well, I've got to be going. It was good talking to you. You know, the
number coming out of your department are really good. I'm not really up
on all the latest advancements, but I do know numbers. I'd be interested
in some technical input from you on a deal the firm may have in the
works. I'll look at my calendar and give you a call." With that, he
extended his large hand to shake Drew's, turned and made his way through
the crowd. Drew just sat there, feeling the thrill from West's touch,
but disappointed that the moment was over.
	Drew took the subway home to his one-bedroom apartment. He found some
leftover pizza in the fridge and booted up his computer. Might as well
get some work done since my evening didn't develop into anything, he
thought as he sat in front of the monitor. But as the nigh wore on, he
found himself concentrating less and less on work, and more and more on
West Bennett. Finally, he decided to take his thoughts to bed, drifting
into pleasant, erotic dreams.

End Part 1. Look out for Part 2 to see if Drew can make his dreams a
reality.