Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2014 12:20:46 +0700
From: Robert Glass <robxglass@gmail.com>
Subject: The Virgin Joseph part 18 (revision)

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PART 18


People were mumbling around Joe and Lucy. The flight was delayed even
further. They were supposed to leave Seattle an hour ago at 6 PM. Now they
told everyone that it would be delayed for forty more minutes. At this rate
he would not arrive to his apartment by 11 PM. Joe was going to have sex
that night, he had been holding back for three days due to how busy Tom was
with his projects. Since Joe started bottoming, he just couldn't get enough
of it. Just the way Tom's body envelops him while his big, menacing cock
slid in and out of him, punching his love button every time, just made him
more frustrated and horny.

He and Lucy were at the airline lounge. Lucy was at one of the couches
facing her laptop, Skyping her husband. Joe ate his stress away at the
snack bar. It was his first time flying business class. Actually it would
be his second time; they took business class on their flight to Seattle as
well. Lucy said that she would never fly his people economy. That was very
kind of her. It also meant that the company was raining money; hence Joe's
higher than average salary.

His phone started ringing. It was Tom again. He called an hour ago just to
check in. Tom was devastated that time when he learned that Joe's flight
had been delayed. Now Joe had to deliver another bad news.  "They delayed
the flight again," Joe said as he answered; no 'hello', no 'how are you'.

"What? Are you serious?" Joe had to pull his phone away from his ears, Tom
was shouting.

"Yeah, another forty minutes," Joe sighed.

"Do you still want me to come over or would you be too tired later?" Tom
asked.

"Just come. I'm never too tired."

There was a pause and rustling on the other side. Joe could faintly hear
Amy's voice and the sound of a door opening and closing before he heard a
response. "You can't say that right now. I'm still at the office."

"What? Does it make you feel hot all of a sudden?" Joe teased.

"God dammit." Joe heard a stretch of indecipherable words afterwards. He
then heard a sigh. "Yes, yes it does."

"Don't you just want to thrash around on my bed while thrusting your big,
thick schlong into my small, tight asshole?" There were other people near
him hand picking mini-croissants, but Joe didn't care.

"Joey! Stop it! You're going to pay for this. You hear me?"

"Oh, I don't mind paying. I'm going to give the money to you and you're
going to receive it hard and long." Joe laughed. It was so easy to play
with Tom's libido, that guy was horny all the time.

"Fuck!" Tom muttered under his breath. "I hate you."

"I love you too," Joe said.

"I'll see you tonight, okay? And don't you dare sending me dirty texts."

"Alright, but I'll send you naked pictures of me." Joe laughed again. He
heard Tom curse again.

"I hate you," Tom said. "I love you. Bye."

Before Joe could say it back, Tom cut the call. He just smiled to
himself. The guy who was hoarding mini- croissants stared at him. Joe
glared back with a look that says 'what's your problem?' and the man just
looked away and left. He continued enjoying his state of infatuation as he
ate the hell out of a microscopic, cold, stiff blueberry muffin. His phone
rang again; it was a text from Tom. Well not really, Tom had sent him a
picture of Michael Fassbender, naked. Joe smiled again before he replied.

'If you wanted revenge then you've failed. Send me the picture I took when
you jerk off to gay porn, then we can talk.' Joe always wrote the right way
when he text.

'FCKN HATE YOU!!' Tom replied, all caps.

'You love me. You said it yourself repeatedly the last time I have you in
my ass.'

'Why r u my bf?' Tom's short reply was considerably delayed. Before Joe
could respond, he received another one. 'Bc i love u.'

'I love you too.'

Tom was too big and butch to be this mushy, Joe thought. Then again it was
part of his charm: big and scary, yet tender and warming. Joe landed
himself a keeper there. Tom better be thinking the same way, he
thought. Then he smiled to himself again.

"You're smiling like a crazy person," Lucy said. Joe didn't realize that he
was already joining his boss and that his boss had already finished her
conversation. "It's Tom, isn't it?" She smiled knowingly.

"Yeah," Joe blushed. With Tom he could be forward, with everyone else he
was still bashful.

"You know Paul doesn't approve of relationships inside the office."

"I know," Joe said. "Alice told me." The subject was quite personal and it
might sound oppressive to an outsider, but they were close enough to have
no problem discussing it. Joe liked it about his workplace; it was warm,
much unlike the cold corporate he used to work in.

"I have no problem, just as long as you keep it professional at work."

"I will," Joe said.

"I like you two together. You're like this underdog couple that no one sees
coming, if that makes any sense," she smiled.

"Thanks, I guess."

"No problem," she sniggered. "I like you too, since you scored this job for
us."

"I didn't do much, actually."

"You didn't, but the fact that you're with us did."

"I guess it did," Joe said. It was true. Tetsuya Ito liked the fact that
Lucy had a product designer with her.  He was a Japanese-American product
designer looking to build a new office for his growingly large workforce.
His main works were furniture, which Lucy loved, but he didn't keep himself
from veering away to electronic devices and graphic design. Some of his
employees were even website designers and software engineers. Ito wanted to
touch the world of interface design. The fact that Joseph used to live in
Bali didn't hurt either; Ito was a sucker for Bali. Most of their talks
slipped into Bali.

"You're going to go to Seattle more often after this. You'll love it," Lucy
said.

No, Joe would hate it.


***


What would Tom do in Joe's apartment by himself? It was already nine. He
already went out to grab dinner with his roommates, and he lingered. Worse
yet, Joe's flight was delayed for yet another thirty minutes. There was no
explanation on why it was delayed, too. Now what? He could drink since Joe
already gave him permission to drink. Joe didn't like having sex with
drunken Tom, it made Tom lousy and slurry. Tom guessed there would be no
sex because Joe would be too tired. Great, horny and bored.  At least it
would make an earth shattering morning sex.

From afar he could hear a calling. It was a calling for Joe and it came
from the window. He walked up to see no one was down there on the street.

"Tom?" He heard someone called. "Up here, across the street, third floor."
Tom looked up, it was Sam.

"Hey, Joe's not home yet. He's still flying from Seattle," Tom said,
probably too loudly.

Sam puffed his cigarette. "That sucks, for you."

"I know." This time Tom wasn't as loud.

"I was going to come over and bring him something. It's uh... the PS4. He
said he wanted to borrow."

Tom was warned about this on his last call with Joe. "Come over then. I can
use something to play. I'm bored to death," Tom smiled.

"I'll be right over."

In no time Sam was there. Tom was already drinking when he opened the
door. They didn't say a word to each other, only nodding politely as Sam
sat the package on the kitchen counter. They never had much interaction
with each other before. When they did, Joe was always there to moderate the
two.  They faced each other just with nervous um's and uh's.

"Uh, you don't mind me drinking your gin, right?" Tom said, scratching the
back of his head.

"It's fine. Take what you want. It's not like Joe's drinking them."

"You stocked a lot, though."

"I did. Yeah. That was when I was still, uh... hang out here."

"Yeah," Tom said. Ah, the lingering pause came back again, hovered the
two. It probably lasted only five seconds but it felt like forever.

"So, do you want me to set this up?" Sam said, bringing Tom back from his
wandering.

"Sure, I can use a game. Joe won't be home until midnight."

"Alright," Sam said. He picked the box and brought it near the TV. "I can
use a game, too. Henry is out of town for the whole weekend."

"Do you need any help?" Tom asked, after a while. Sam seemed to be
struggling.

Sam rummaged a bit before he answered, "I'm practically done here." He
removed himself from behind the TV and tested the console. The splash
screen showed up. "Yeah, I'm done."

Tom just nodded. What else could he do? "Any games? Multiplayer that is."
Tom grinned at his trial to be polite.

Sam went back to the box and pulled out several boxed discs out. "Joe
wanted to play these two.  Journey and The Last Of Us. I don't know if
you'll like them... could be boring for you." He continued to shuffle. "I
brought FIFA 11, though."

"That'll do." Tom shrugged.

"Beer?" Sam automatically went to his second favorite thing in the
world. His first favorite was men.

"Sure."

Sam went to the kitchen and came back with several bottles of beer and a
bottle of whiskey.

"Boilermaker? Awesome!" Tom grinned.

"We both could use this."

"Yeah, without the missus around," Tom said.

"Or mister," Sam replied.

"Or that." Tom wasn't offended by the correction. He'd be the first to
admit that he was still catching up to things. If the lingo if what he
needed to improve then he would. It's Sam after all; if Joe trusted him
then Tom would too.

Sam drank some of his beer and poured a little whiskey into the bottle. Tom
followed suit. Then they played, for a long time, which was actually only
less than an hour. They bonded that way, through drinks and a competitive
game. Men; what would they do if they don't piss on things and claim it as
theirs?  Sam owned Tom though. Figures, since he spent more time on it,
much more than Tom. Working in an architecture firm meant that Tom didn't
have a lot of time for himself, and when he did he would be too tired to
pursue it.

With no boilermaker since the first one, they didn't go through it in rowdy
manner; just competitive and fun. They did drink two more bottles of beer
each, but Tom took the whiskey in between sips. In the end it made them too
mellow to continue playing. Besides, to be honest, they got bored with it.

They talked after feeling loosened up by alcohol and the game. Well, they
talked AND drank. The subject ranged through the plethora of boring things:
the job, the life, and Joe; he was their common ground.

"Ready for another one?" Sam asked after he took the first gulp of his
beer. He motioned his head towards the whiskey.

"Sure," Tom said. He was feeling good so he'd go with anything. He took a
draw of his beer and poured himself his whiskey after. "I still have a
couple of hours before Joe gets here."

"You guys are busy lately?" Sam wanted to start a conversation.

"Kind of. I haven't seen Joe outside the office for three days. That's too
long."

Sam agreed. "I won't be seeing Henry for another three days. I'm going to
feel what you're feeling right now."

"Yeah. Horny and desperate." Tom laughed. His inhibition was obviously out
of the picture.

Sam choked on his drink. He, too, laughed. "He's good at it, huh?"

"Sex? Really good. I mean really, really, really good. I can't believe he
was a virgin before me."

"Yeah..." Sam trailed off.

"He's a mean fucker. He always, and I mean always, makes me cum. I don't
even have to touch myself.  He just does it."

Sam's face showed surprise. "Really? I thought you would be mostly the
top."

"We do both. He's an awesome bottom too. He just can't have it once, always
come back for more."  Tom smiled, thanking heavens for his luck. It wasn't
just the fact that the sex was astounding, but he deeply loved Joe and Joe
loved him back. "How about Henry?"

"We're still in the honeymoon period. We have sex whenever we can." Sam
grinned.

"Good?"

"Great!" Clearly Sam wasn't the more open one when drunk.

The beer was out but both were too lazy to get up and grab some more. Tom
reached for the whiskey and took a long slurp at it. He hissed after. It
was a good one. He was the kind that gets buzzed slowly but when he hits a
certain point he would get shit-faced drunk in no time. He was hitting that
certain point.

"You know, Joe told me to think of you when I jerk off." Tom laughed,
rather uncontrollably. Sam's eyes shot out from hearing that
information. He was going to need a lot of whiskey to get through it. He
did, take whiskey, that is. "I'm new to this... sexuality. So he figured I
have to learn to like men; other men. I think you're hot so it was easy."

"I see." That was the only response from Sam. His grip on the bottle became
harder; he was going to need more of it.

"Henry too. Man, he's so fucking hot! He showed me this porn video, gay
porn, where four men are getting it on. I imagine it was the four of us,
sucking and fucking and all. That would be awesome."  Tom's face was
red. He stretched his hand to Sam, asking for more whiskey.

"Do you still think about women?" Sam wasn't curious about Tom's sex
fantasies; he just wanted to get himself turned off. Women turned him off.

"Fuck yeah, I do, but when I have Joe in my ass or on my dick, I can't
think of anyone other than him."  Tom just went back to it. "You used to
like Joe, right?" Wow, Tom, how much more crass could you be?

"I did, I did."

"Tell me, what did you like about him?" Tom asked, grinning like a stupid
mule.

How could Sam answer that? He could be honest, but being honest about
liking the guy's boyfriend would be idiotic, especially when the guy was a
linebacker, and still looked like one. "I don't know." The answer was safe,
he thought.

"You don't know? What kind of fucking answer is that? Have you seen him?
He's the fucking hottest man in the fucking world?" Tom was visibly and
audibly drunk. "It sucks you didn't get to fuck him, or he fuck you. It
would be the best fuck in your whole fucking life. He's the best fuck."
Okay, how many fucks did Tom say? "Or it's good that you didn't get to fuck
him. I was ready to beat you up if you did. He's mine and I'm his. You're
not going to have him." Tom laughed again.

Sam couldn't help but feeling amused. This drunk man next to him was on the
verge of losing his consciousness but he was still confessing his love to
the man he was with. Sam had to admit that Tom was good for Joe. They even
looked good together. Sam was slightly jealous, but he figured that it was
in the past. He could only be happy for Joe. Tom was a keeper.

"I should go," Sam said, thinking that Tom was too drunk to even talk
coherently. He'd had too much, himself.

"Don't go. Is it because I said I'd beat you up?" Tom gave Sam his puppy
eyes.

"No, it's because we're drunk." Sam said, as politely as he could.

"Don't go, please. I won't beat you up, I promise. Besides, he'll be happy
to see us getting along just fine."

In his intoxicated state of mind, Sam thought that Tom's argument made
sense. He didn't even ponder when he said, "Okay, sure."


***


Joe looked up as he walked to the entrance of his building. His living room
light was still on. He felt guilty, Tom probably stayed up waiting for him
to come home. It was 1 A.M., fucking 1 A.M. His flight was delayed for one
hundred and thirty minutes. Two hours and ten minutes. Worse, his plane
couldn't land for quite a while because the traffic in CHI was
crowded. When his plane landed, it strolled around for quite some time
because it couldn't find a space. That was too upsetting. The only saving
grace was the road traffic to his place was not at all bad. Still, 1 A.M.?

Tom wasn't in the living room when Joe walked in to his place. His place
was a mess, and it was reek with alcohol. Tom must be asleep, then, having
drinking himself to it. All Joe wanted was to take a rest, to sleep with
the man he adored. However, he couldn't handle having this shipwreck of a
living room.  Without even removing his postman bag, he started to gather
all the bottles that were scattered on his coffee table.

He noticed the PS4, Sam was here. Judging by the amount of bottles there,
he must have played with Tom. So, they got along, that was good, he
thought. He tossed all the empty bottles to the dust bin and placed the
whiskey bottle onto his counter. Joe could swear he didn't have any more
energy to wipe his coffee table down. Eventually he fought off the urge to
procrastinate and cleaned it anyway.

Clean and crisp, now he could go to bed. Finally!

Pushing his bedroom door open, he didn't immediately get in. He stood for a
moment just to drink the view in. Oh, what a view; a view that would be
better appreciated while sitting down. He went back to his living room and
brought --not dragged-- a wooden chair with him to his own bedroom. He
switched on the light, he placed his chair next to his bed and sat down,
leaning back to rest his overworked spine.

It only took a few minutes before someone stirred in his sleep, probably
offended by the brightness.  Tom groaned in slurry speech. He was at the
far end of the bed, facing down, with his head facing away from Joe and his
chair, his bare ass was for the world to see. He propped himself on his
elbow and turned his face towards Joe.

"Joe?" Tom said. He felt a presence, on the bed, with him. "Oh shit," Tom
cussed, rather loudly. "Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!"

It woke Sam up. Unlike Tom, who cursed throughout the process of waking up,
Sam just jolted up. He sprang up from his position, which was facing Joe,
to the floor, looking for something to cover himself up with. Behind him,
Tom was removing himself from the bed too, a little more slowly and
clumsily.

"Sit down," Joe said in a low voice.

Both of the guys were still scrambling to distinguish their own clothes
from the other. It wasn't pretty.  Sam, however, had the nerve to
speak. "Joseph, I swear I can explain. It's not what you think. We..."

"SIT DOWN!" Joe lost all his patience.

The two bigger men stopped, they turned paler than they already were. Joe
was a scary son of a bitch when he felt like it, and he absolutely felt
like it at the moment. Tom felt the urge to move to the other side of the
bed. At this rate, Joe could simply stab Tom on his back with the bluntest
knife he could find if Tom dared to face away. They kept the freezing
silence for a couple of minutes. It wasn't their collective decision to
stay quiet, it was Joe's. Quite a peculiar view it was, two big, naked
muscular men was petrified in the face of a short disheveled man in his
working clothes, with his postman bag still slung across his torso.

It took all of Sam's courage to start speaking. "Joseph, I..."

"You will not speak at all," Joe cut Sam in his still, even voice.

Sam made the mistake of looking up to Joe's eyes. He faced away immediately
from the wrath that looked back. Sam physically trembled after.

Joe took a long, deep, inaudible breath and dragged his exhale. "Sam, I
thought you've changed. Turns out you're still a whore." The tone was still
flat and the words were not that harsh, but there was a certain malevolent
force behind the diction and delivery that sent shivers down Sam's
spine. Even Tom felt terrified by it.

Sam gave it his last try. "Joe, we didn't..."

Joe leaned forward. He pointed a finger towards Sam and repeated, "You will
not speak."

Leaning back to his chair, Joe let the death in the air stay for a while,
as though he was testing if any of the men in front of him will say
anything. As though he knew the silence alone will eventually murder those
men. Joe averted his glance towards his supposed boyfriend. Tom didn't have
the nerve to look up. Joe waited and Tom didn't budge.

"Tom, about two weeks ago I had a discussion with Jake and Amy. You see, I
wanted to move in together with you, but I wasn't sure if I was rushing
it. After all it was only three months into our relationship.  Jake
convinced me that we weren't ready, since we haven't even talked about our
future together. He was right, he's always right. We weren't ready. You
obviously weren't ready. You abso-fucking-lutely aren't."

Joe stood up and walked behind the chair. He leaned himself on the chair,
propping his upper body with his arms on the top of backrest. He looked at
Tom, still, waiting for Tom to grow a ball and at least try to look at Joe
in the eye. It never happened. Suddenly Joe picked up the chair and slammed
it three times on the hardwood floor, then threw it out the door. The chair
smashed a wall and it broke into three large chunks and a million little
pieces. Tom made a whimper and Sam could only gasp, but not a single sound
came out of Joe's mouth.

"You can see yourselves out," Joe said calmly after. He crossed his arms
and stood by the door as he was overlooking the men picking up their
clothes. When Tom tried to put on his underwear, Joe stopped him. "No, both
of you can pick up your clothes, walk out, and get dressed in the hallway."
Joe was as malicious as a man could be.

Tom and Sam knew not to argue. They did just what Joe ordered. Joe followed
them as they walked slowly towards the door like he wanted to make sure
that those men did as they told. They did. It was good for Joe; he didn't
have to break another piece of furniture.


___

Of course I have to go to a darker path; the story would be over if it was
all rainbows and butterflies.  Besides, I've been wanting to have Tom and
Sam naked in bed together. It should be hot, right? Well, it wasn't. As
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