Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 03:39:37 +0700
From: Robert Glass <robxglass@gmail.com>
Subject: The Virgin Joseph part 1

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Any resemblance to people and/or events is coincidental. If reading this
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not read on.


PART 1


"So, I heard you're gay." Jake made a not so smooth segue.

"Yes." Joseph answered. He gulped his water thinking 'I'm not gonna like
this conversation.'

They came early to the pub to save a spot. Partly. Most of it was because
Amy was fidgeting, and twitching, and pacing like a crazy woman. She got a
singing gig there in the Friday night slot. She was lucky, not that she
needed it. The manager knew that Amy was very talented that he gave her the
spot for the busiest night of the week. It was her first show in a month.
She was nervous not half an hour ago, now she was all excited.

"And single." Amy chirped like her usual self. Guess she got tired of
feeling nervous. "I wanted to set him up with one of my friends but he
refused. Do you know anyone?" She asked Jake.

"You really like this matchmaking game, don't you?" Joe barked.

"You know you need it." She shot back.

"I know some friends." Jake offered. "There's only one guy that's
available, but he's grim and cynical, like you. It wouldn't work" He teased
with a smile. Joe could only roll his eyes playfully. "Besides, he lives in
Miami."

"Thanks, a mighty fine recommendation." Sarcasm flew out of Joe's mouth
like it was his mother tongue.

"I can show you some of the good gay bars though." Jake suggested again.

"No, thanks. I don't like bars anyway."

Jake was a little bit surprised. Tom, another co-worker stepped in. "He
doesn't drink. And he doesn't like drunk guys hitting on him."

"Wow, Tom. Would you be delighted to be my proxy for the rest of this
evening?" Joe said sarcastically which met Tom's laughter. "Anyway, how do
you know these places?" He then asked Jake.

"That friend in Miami I told you about, we were roommates. I used to go
with him whenever I needed a moral boost." They laughed. "I can show you
some other hang out places though."

"Maybe sometimes." Joe left it all hanging.

"Come on," Tom cut in, "you've been here for a month. It's time to explore
the city."

"I don't explore." Joe said plainly.

"Yeah, you don't even want to have dinner other than in Lemongrass." Tom
referred to the Thai place they often went to.

"Yes, yes, yes. I am boring. Let's get it over with. What else?" Joe was
getting annoyed by how they always talked about his dull life.

"What? You're so sensitive." Amy said teasing him.


***


Everyone was giddy with anticipation. All of their coworkers were already
there, including the bosses. It was already 9.30, the time for Amy to
perform. Nick, one of their coworker, helped her set things up. He was also
Amy's one man band that night. Alice, another coworker and Nick's
girlfriend who practiced with them didn't join them on stage. Amy gained
more confidence performing with someone whom she already trusted. It also
helped her morality. Nick would play guitar, bass and piano. Amy would play
guitar occasionally. This would actually be her first time to perform with
guitar. That was a bonus to her nervousness. She could be ambitious at
times.

To say that she was amazing would be a massive understatement. She was
incapable of missing a note, she was electrifying on stage, and she had so
much fun. But most of all she poured her heart out with her singing.
Everyone felt it. She was soulful and controllably emotional. She was a
pro. Nick was great too. He harmonizes perfectly with her. His guitar solos
was to die for. In an hour they played twelve songs, eight covers and four
originals. Her originals were the highlight of the show. In all four she
sang on her own. Nick stepped away and she played the guitar herself. Joe's
favorite was when she sang the Bond theme medley; it was the most awesome
singing he had ever witnessed.

Everyone seemed to agree with his opinion. The whole group cheered on her
but they weren't even the loudest. The whole pub was enthralled by her. It
was baffling how no one snatched her yet. She was 25; she was worryingly
too old for the ageist industry.

Congratulations and another round of applause, poured on her when she's
done and joined back to the group. Joe in particular was simply mesmerized
by her. It was his first time seeing someone he knew perform live, and did
it very well. He was very proud of her. Yet Amy stayed humble. She probably
didn't even realize how great she was.

After half an hour the bosses said their goodbye. There were only the
younger kids, plus Jake. They liked to pick on Jake about his age. That and
the fact that he liked to hang out with his office mates more than his own
friends. He wasn't too old though, he was only 34. He was only 5 years
older than Nick, who were 5 years older than Joe. Well, if you say it that
way he did seem old. He was a good man, a husband material. Joe had a crush
on him, so did Amy when she first came to the office. They got over it
fast. He was happily married.

Jake and Amy were quite deep in their conversation about unimaginably
random stuff like leather shoes, bottled water, and Nicola Tesla. Nick was
having a rather nauseating physical connection with Alice. All pushed both
Tom and Joe to move away from the booth to the bar. Now Joe can see how
tiring it was for Tom to be around these people. Sure, Tom was patient
beyond reasons but Joe didn't have the same trait.

"Guinness, please." Tom asked the bartender.

"I'll have water, please. Thanks." Joseph was avoiding alcohol.

"They told you about me getting drunk?" Tom asked as soon as they sat down.

"Yeah." Joe smiled. "I'd love to see that. You're half way there, so keep
it up!" Alice once told him that Tom could be a hilarious fool if he were
under influence. He was told that Tom was once stripping in a college
bar. She let him made a fool of himself for a bit and enjoyed it for a
moment.  That was until Tom tried to remove his underwear. She dragged him
out of the bar laughing. Now that was a show Joe would pay to see.

"You're out of luck. I don't want to ruin Amy's big day."

"You're not going to strip? Aw, I was expecting that."

"Alice told you about that??"

"She did." Joe grinned.

Tom just laugh, "That bitch. It was supposed to be a secret."

"Secret? I'm sure it's on Youtube somewhere." Joe chuckled.

"What? You want to find it and show it to everyone?" Tom dared.

"Good idea."

"You son of a bitch." Tom snickered, ruffling Joe's hair. It made Joe felt
more and more like his little brother. It gave him comfort. "You know, I'm
glad we can talk like this."

"Why can't we?" Alex was acting aloof. He still didn't like it when the
attention was on him. Over the month Tom and Joseph has been taking the 'L'
home together. They talked pretty much all the time.  First it was all
mundane topics, but slowly it became more personal. Until it became heart
to heart, which Joe hated because it was inevitable. Tom was not like any
of guy friends he knew. Tom was a large, muscular, menacing man but inside
he was a big softie. Like a walking teddy bear.

"Oh, Joseph." Tom sighed, acknowledging the distance that Joe
established. Joe still did that from time to tie, even after they became
close. He suddenly became quiet. How much beer had he drunk so far? The
atmosphere became somber. Joe didn't mind the silence they were having amid
the loud crowd; he was just worried that Tom would become absurdly
emotional. Alice did say that alcohol does these things to him.

"I'm glad that you're here. In Chicago, I mean, with us. It's better for
you here." Tom said.

"Hey, it's not like it was ever horrifying."

"Still, I can't imagine being you, there. I'd go nuts." Tom tried to cheer
up the mood and failed completely.

"You dealt with stuff yourself. It's the same really. You live, you learn."
Joe tried to make light of it.

"I guess you're right." He looked down to the bar counter. It seems like he
was showing the grim side of his drunken state spectrum indeed.

"I thought I was a downer. Look at you now." Joe joked.

Tom chuckled. "Have you called Justin?"

"Wow, how did we get there so soon?" The reply reeked with sarcasm.

Tom went silent again. He didn't want to push it. He knew Joe pretty well
at that point. "I want to say thanks." He said. Joe didn't understand where
Tom was heading with this. "Thank you for trusting me. You know... with the
coming out. I know I can't replace your brother. But if you ever need
anyone to talk with, I'm the one."

Joe cringed. "Can you hear the sound of cheese and corn dancing around the
speech you just gave me?"

Tom laughed harder than before. Joe had an interesting diction, and sense
of humor. Joe was indeed becoming more like a brother than a friend. Tom
emulated many gestures of brotherly affection to Joe. He ruffled his hair,
did a neck hug and punched Joe lightly on the shoulder. Joe reciprocated,
but Tom was even more so touchy-feely. Yes, he was getting tipsier and
tipsier by the gulps.

"Okay, I think you had one too many." Joe said feeling like he had enough
of physical contact.

"Yeah, sorry." Yes, Tom was a sad drinker tonight.

"Maybe you want to wash up or something."

"I need to take a leak anyway." Tom said as he removed himself from the
bar.

"Careful, you're a hazard." Joe shouted.

Joe was worried. From all the stories he gathered, Tom was not the kind of
guy than can handle drinking. Joe knew first-hand what kind of malice
alcohol could bring to a guy. Tom might end up hurting himself or someone
else. He was already showing signs of disorientation. Sure it would be
funny if he did what Alice said he would do. But still. He felt the need of
watching over Tom. He might fumble on his way.

"Nice ass." Someone startled Joe.

"What?" Joe turned his head towards the source of the words. He saw a
man. A very handsome man.

The stranger leaned closer to Joe's ear. His stubble almost grazed Joe's
cheek. "I said he has nice ass." And oh that voice.

"Um..." Speechless.

That man leaned close still, sexing Joe with his eyes. "But yours is
better." Joe was stunned. His face turned red. This piece of hunk was
flirting with him! Joe couldn't form a word to make a decent reply. He
couldn't even blurt out one of his signature quip. "Is he your boyfriend?"

"N-no, I don't have a... He... he's straight."

"Good. That means I have a chance on you." The man replied. "I'm Sam." He
offered his hand.

"Joseph." It was only what he could mutter while accepting the hand. The
hand shake was firm but not crushing, not like how some less-than-genuine,
hollow-hearted corporate men conduct this gesture.

"So, you like him?"

"No." Joe was back to his singe-syllable mode. Worse, he sounded very
defensive.

"I saw you staring at his ass."

"He's drunk." Joe said. "I was watching over him."

Sam shrugged. "Anyway, I like you."

That was not even flirty anymore. That was throwing himself out. And it
made Joe blushed harder.  "Y-you don't even know me."

"You're hot. I like hot guys." He flashed that smile again.

'Me? Hot? Now that was unheard of.' Joe's self-esteem thought.

Sam gulped whatever he had in his glass down. "Wanna get out of here?"

That meant sex. Joe was pretty sure what it meant. It made him feel really
nervous. He was a virgin.  He didn't know the rules and protocols for this
kind of situation. But then again, he was a virgin. And 24. It needed to
end. And when a guy that hot offered him the opportunity, who was him to
say no.  "Sure. But I have to say goodbye to my friends first."

"I'll meet you outside." Sam flashed that smile again. Joe's legs weakened.


***


"Where do you live?" Sam asked when they got into the cab.

"Why do we have to go to my place?" To tell the truth, this situation made
Joe get a little paranoid.

"You're more sober than I am." Sam simply said. "It's better if you lead
the way."

With Joe horny state of mind, it sounded logical, which trumps paranoia. He
told the driver his address. And off they went. A little too slow, to be
honest. The journey back felt much longer than it really was due to the
anticipation. Sam groped, a lot. He rub Joe's thigh, then went up to his
stomach and then his chest. All the while he stared at Joe who stared
back. He occasionally bit his lower lip.  Joe never been more turned on in
his life. The driver didn't seem to mind. He must have seen hundreds of
horny couples in his back seat in his career.

They practically ran upstairs as soon as they arrived in Joe's place. They
couldn't contain themselves.  Especially Sam. He couldn't get his hands off
of Joe. Joe led the way to his door. His hand shook as he tried to unlock
it. When they were inside Sam slammed Joe against his apartment door.

"You're so hot." Sam said for the first time since they got out of the cab.

Joe's face showed an explicit disbelief. Nobody said that to him
before. "You're so... tall." Of course everyone seemed tall to him. Joe was
shorter than Tom Cruise.

That comment invited the snigger out of Sam. "You're so fucking cute. I can
fuck you all night."  Obviously drunk. He used one hand to remove Joe's
glasses. His other hand moved to Joe's butt, squeezed it and pulled him
closer. His erection strained in his jeans, pushing through for Joe to
notice. Sam leaned down, trying to reach Joe's full lips with his own. But
Joe turned away. In such proximity Sam looked into Joe's eyes and saw a
pinch of doubt. "Okay, then," he said under his breath and moved his aim
towards Joe's jaw and neck, now with both hands on those precious butt
cheeks.

'What the hell was that?' It really confused Joe. This is that one guy who
thought that he was hot, made a move on him, and wanted to get into his
pants. But he couldn't even kiss him? He was sure he was not one of those
sad, sappy, hopeless romantic that waited for the right guy for his first
time.  He didn't believe in prince charming or knight in shining armor. He
was realistic. He probably never had the gut to ask a guy to fuck with
him. But this guy, perfectly fucking attractive guy, just did it for
him. And he hesitated. What the fuck? The moment was gone now; he could
never get it back. Or maybe he could just ask for the kiss
again... Nope. Not gonna happen.

Sam moved to the couch, dragging Joe along with him. As if he knew that Joe
could change his mind if they took the longer way to the bed room. He threw
Joe onto the cushions and straddled him. Sam gyrated his jeans-cladded butt
on Joe's crotch, feeing Joe's erection.

"Nice," he commented.

He peeled of his tees to Joe's delight. Yes, he was hairy. Joe's hand moved
to Sam's chest without his brain command. Firm, muscular pecs covered in
soft skin and coarse fur.

"Get your hands off, I want to see yours." Sam smiled mischievously.

He moved back, sitting on Joe's thighs to let him sit up. Sam did all the
work. He caressed the shorter guy's waist, moving his hands up, feeling up
Joe's soft skin and removing his tees at the same time.  His mouth actively
teasing one of Joe's earlobes, his tongue danced and slithered its way
around it.  Once the clothing was gone he pushed Joe back.

"You're even hotter than I thought." Sam commented.

He pawed the slight definition on Joe's chest. His stomach was flat, as in
not filled with abdominal ridges, but just flat and plain. No tan lines
whatsoever. And he was almost completely smooth, saving the usual
places. Sam dug it.

He showed it by going straight to the shorter man's brown nipples. Joe was
gasping for air. He moaned louder that what he thin walls could tolerate.
He didn't know that the action could generate such pleasure. It was the
first time someone worshipped his body. He never considered himself as hot
or handsome. As far as he remembered, nobody complimented his looks, not
boys, not girls.  Justin, his older brother does, all the time, but that
didn't count, he was biased. This was actually his very first time enjoying
someone's sexual attraction towards him.

But then the paranoid side of his brain burst out. What was this guy up to?
Joe knew he isn't hot.  Why did a guy as attractive as Sam find him
attractive? He was totally out of Joe's league. Is he going to steal his
stuff during his sleep? Or was he just looking for some easy hole to fuck?
This guy probably knew that Joe was vulnerable to adoration. Was he just
using Joe? What was it? Joe could feel Sam's hands on his waistband, trying
to unclothe him while his head were doing the unmentionables on his
stomach. 'Am I really going to give myself up to this potential douche
bag?'  Joe thought.

"Wait, wait!" Joe said while gasping with sexual frustration.

Sam didn't stop though. He was finally succeeded in undoing Joe's belt.

Joe on the other hand gathered all the self-control he could muster. He
grabbed Sam's head and pulled it off his body. "Stop!"

"What? You want to move to the bedroom?"

"No! Just stop."

Sam was confused. It didn't seem like Joe wasn't enjoying it. At least not
from the moans and the gasps Joe had produced. He sat up to one end of the
couch. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Joe was quiet for a moment. Apparently Sam was sensitive enough
to not disturb Joe.  "Just go." Joe commanded, trying to suppress his
second thoughts.

"I thought you liked it."

"No. No... just... leave, okay?" This was going to get awkward.

"Oh, come on man!" Sam smiled slyly, making a gesture with his hands
towards his crotch. Sam's jeans were on his ankles. The final frontier was
his boxer-brief, which seemed to be packing a huge appendage. Joe's eyes
bulged from the sight.

"No, no. No!" Joe firmed up his conviction. He wasn't going to let any man
use him. Not even a guy as hot as Sam. "Just dress up and leave." Joe
looked away, trying to find his t-shirt.

"Wow, you're cruel," Sam said still smiling, "leaving a guy with this." He
stood proud, presenting his covered hard-on.

"Yes, yes. Whatever." He would say anything to get this guy out of his
apartment. Joe picked Sam's shirt off the floor and handed it to him, just
to hurry him out. All the while he tried to avoid looking at Sam's nether
region.

But Sam pulled Joe close, chest to chest. His pants were still around his
ankles. The gap between the both of them were only Joe's t-shirt and Sam's
underwear. That stiff meat felt more disturbing this way. "I'm still
horny," he stated the obvious, "And the boys ain't making it easy." Sam
squeezed Joe's ass to emphasize his point.

"This is exactly why I'm kicking you out." Joe pushed Sam away, feeling
harassed. He knew it. A guy like Sam would not ever end up with a guy like
Joe. They have high standards. They only lowered their standards when they
got desperate. And Joe would not be used. He grabbed Sam by the elbow and
pulled him to the door.

"What did I do wrong?" Sam on the other hand were still clueless but
playful nonetheless, unfazed by the change in Joe.

"Goodbye!" Joe shut the door.

"One way or another I'm gonna get you." Sam said through the door. His
stupid smile can be heard from behind the wall.

"Leave!" He waited until he couldn't hear any sound from the hallway.
'Creep!' he shouted silently inside his mind. That was close. He almost let
a guy use him his own sexual relief. He was that close to be fucking a
man. That close to stop being a virgin. But he didn't carry on, and he was
still a virgin.  He regretted his action now. It was only sex. A one night
stand. Why the hell did he had to shy away from that? At least he wouldn't
be a virgin after. And it was sex. What's not so good about sex?

He resigned to his living room. Yearning fresh air, he opened the window
and sat at the window sill instead of the couch. That couch could have been
the location of his very first intercourse. But it didn't happen. He sighed
and slumped. From the window looking out he saw Sam there on the sidewalks
right in front of his building. Sam was smoking and checking his phone.
Nothing noteworthy. Until Sam looked up. He flashed Joe a seductive smile.
Joe rolled his eyes and shut the window. But then he saw Sam cross the
street and went into the building exactly opposite of his.

"He lives there?" Joe inquired out loud to no one. Joe was frozen for a few
minutes. Then he saw a room on the third floor lit up. Joe opened his
window again. He saw Sam at the window.

"Good night!" Sam shouted from his window.

Joe slammed his window shut again. "Son of a bitch!"

___

So, there you go, boys (and girls), my first story ever. I apologize for
any linguistic mistake; English is not my first language. I'm also sorry if
I depict Chicago inaccurately. I've never been there. I obtained all my
knowledge about the city from a TV show called Happy Endings.

It is obvious from my writing that I need an editor. I would be infinitely
grateful if one of you guys (or gals) willing to volunteer editing my
story. It would mean so much to me.

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beginning of this story. Or you can hit me up at my tumblr:
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