Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2012 21:36:23 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Peter is After Me, Part One"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Adult

"Peter is After Me, Part One"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Adult


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===Now as to this story.  From the title you would never know it was a bit
of porn, worse, gasp, gay porn.  It's for folks over 18 years.  If you are
less and you stay to read it, your pee pee will fall off.  Don't say I
didn't warn you.


Peter and I joined Kingsway Securities at the same time.  We started out,
directly after obtaining our MBAs, and were inducted into the temporary
program.  The idea was that we would be evaluated and if found worthy (Ha)
we'd be invited to be permanent employees.

Now if you think stock brokerage is glamorous, forget it.  It a grinding
salt mine with the telephone permanently attached to your ear and you must
eternally confident and cheerful and more convincing than that required to
get laid.

Peter and I went to different colleges, so I met him here.  We both made
it.  We each had our own cubical (yeah!) and we both slaved away.  With
mutual gripes we became drinking buddies.  We were different in many ways,
Peter was a big blond affable Irish boy, I a small neat Jewish kid, but we
both were living the same life eight hours a day, five days a week.

Our haunt was Digby's.  A dusty, beat up pub on the West Side.  No one from
the office ever came here, and that was good.  Often one of us was totally
smashed and had to be the designated subway or taxi rescuer.  The
St. Bernard, you know.

We didn't get to know each other intimately.  We talked the usual subjects
that co.  - workers do: parents, politics, sports, but never anything deep,
that is until this week.  What changed our conversation was me.  I
confessed to feeling really horny at this time.

I cried into my beer, it had been the sixth one, Peter was three behind me.
"My sex life is in the toilet.  I have no one.  I'm even bored with my own
hand and I'm hurting."

Peter put his heavy muscular arm over my shoulder.  This was very unusual
for us.  "Robert, I like you.  You're my friend and fellow sufferer.  If
ever I can help you, just ask."

"You mean find a girl for me?"

"Not exactly."  .  "What?"

He took a deep breath.  I've been around quite a bit.  My experience is
pretty broad."

"And you are trying to say your are bi-sexual?"

"I wouldn't get so scientific...let's just forget it...for now."

I shrugged and was about to order my seventh.

Peter shook his head.  "You had enough.  I don't want to carry you."

He was right.  I had reached the stage of slurring my words and had
difficulty keeping my eyes from slitting down.

"Buddy, just put your arm around my shoulder and we'll make it to a cab."

I lived in a studio in the Village.  Peter lived at home with his parents.
With no rent, he was in better financial shape than I was.

We reached my building.  Peter shook me to wake me up.  I had slept or
passed out for the twenty minute trip.  He helped me out of the taxi.  "Can
you make it up to your apartment without help?" he asked.

"Sure," I lisped and wove my way to the front door, fumbled a long time and
finally disappeared inside.  Thank goodness tomorrow was Saturday, I could
sleep.

Peter faithfully made the cab wait until I was inside.

I fell on the bed undressed.  I woke up the next morning , just before
noon.  I would have slept the day away except for the phone.

"Hey Robert, you alive?"

"Barely.  Thanks for checking Daddy."

.He chuckled.  "Glad you're okay, son, see you Monday."

I spent the rest of the day recovering.  I got into pretty good shape, good
enough to make Sunday dinner at the folks, my only good meal of the week.
I found that a combination of boredom with the table conversation plus the
odd return of the dregs of my hangover made it impossible to stay awake at
the table.

I made by goodbyes and left and walked the two blocks to the subway.  It
was brisk and it woke me up.  Suddenly I felt fine.

I decided to walk the full way downtown to my apartment.  It must have been
three miles but I enjoyed every minute.

Back at my place I undressed and lay on my bed.  My mind drifted and to my
amazement I began to think about Peter in an odd way I had never done
before.  I began to imagine what it might feel like if we were naked
together.  I even pictured his body though I had never seen it, then I felt
an imaginary kiss on my lips.  Then I jumped up as I realized I had a
strong erection.

I didn't wack it off, I didn't want to make the daydream more vivid by
amending a cum to it.  I decided that maybe I ought to cool those drinking
bouts after work.  It wasn't healthy physically and now this element of
Peter making veiled suggestions was off putting.  Thinking deeper I began
to remember little hints of Peter's interest in me.  Out loud I said, "Why
the fucker's got a wild crush on me."

End Part One