Coworkers

"Coworkers"

Chapter 11: Suburbs

November announced its arrival with a pronounced cold front. Temperatures slipped and all over Chicago, people readied themselves for another frigid midwest winter; digging out their heavy coats and thick scarves, gear that had been wishfully tucked away in the dark corners of their closets. Halloween was still in recent memory when the sky turned gray and threatened snow. It was all moving so fast. Weather. Work. Stephen.

Though he claimed to have no memory of most of Halloween night, there had been a demonstrable shift in Stephen's demeanor. His kisses became more tender, slower, and longer. He held me more, clutching me closer to him. Sometimes I would look up to find him studying me, as if I were some exotic gem. His renewed, heightened passion for me was intoxicating. I felt desired and special and it was easy to forget the sobering realities of our situation.

I awoke earlier than Stephen on a rainy Tuesday morning, which was rare. He almost never slept past eight am or went to bed before two am. He wasn't a "fan" of sleep, he once told me. How strange it is, to learn the rhythms and nuances of another person, and be so wholly infatuated by them. To find delight in the way his chest falls as he sleeps, the way his lips turn up at times, the gentle pattern his fingers make on your stomach as he holds you night after night. I never expected to be so entangled with this other person, who weeks ago meant nothing to me. A generic authority figure who talked to me about warranty sales now invaded my nearly every thought. I put so much of my happiness in him, so much of my own emotion was stocked within his confines. It didn't make sense how it could all happen so abruptly, so suddenly.

I thought all of this as I idly moved up against Stephen's body. My hands pawing softly at his warm, muscled body, Eventually I found his swollen member, rigid as it always was in the morning; demanding attention be paid to it. And I was too eager to oblige.

I slipped my hand underneath the strained band of his boxer-briefs, the heat radiating from his groin immediately met my cool hands. I neatly tucked the band under his rotund testicles and took a moment to admire the tool Stephen used to pleasure me.

I settled my chin in the crook where his shaft met his testicles. His warm, tacky cock rested straight against my face, its tip just brushing my hairline. It really was indecent. No one man should have all that penis. But if someone was going to be this blessed, I thought, at least it's a man who knows how to use it.

Across the room my phone lit up, removing me from my fun. It was a text message from Louis, a boy I used to date years ago and had run into on Halloween night.

"What are you doing?" His message asked.

"Taking measurements." I replied.

"It was so great to see you Wednesday. Even if it was just for a little while :)." Louis wrote.

"I know. I can't believe it's been so long." I typed.

"I finally moved. I know you always hated my apartment. I got a bigger place right off Milwaukee and Western. You need to visit me sometime."

"Yeah, I'd love to see the place." I hesitated, but hit send anyway.

"I don't have much furniture at the moment. But you can always sit on my face. That was your favorite seat at my old place ;)"

"Subtlety was never your strong point, Lou. I'll talk to you later. :)"

Pushing Louis out of my mind, I took a deep breath and in one swift movement, swallowed Stephen's cock. That finally woke him up.

—

"Kiki?" I asked, later that day at work, as a tall attractive brunette made her way to the back of the store "Who is that?"

"Oh, that's Violet. Stephen's wife. Isn't she gorgeous?" Kiki responded, oblivious to the puddle that I had become.

Violet was infinitely more beautiful than the woman featured in Stephen's cell phone pictures. She was, to be honest, a goddess; tall and ethereal, her skin glowed with warmth and confidence. Her raven hair was endless, all curls and swoops and strands, resting just beneath her shoulders. Her slender body was draped in bohemian earth tones, her long legs tucked into towering leather boots. She was a vision and by the time I reached the back of the store, she had her lips on Stephen's. And thinking no one could see her, she squeezed his ass. Marking her territory.

And then a lot happened all at once. So much that when I think about it, it makes my head spin. I'm told I am wrong about this but I'm almost positive that at that exact moment the earth cracked open and a giant beast rose up, its heinous maw dripping with blood. Others claim that while I saw a giant beast rising from broken earth, Violet was announcing that she was pregnant.

3 months.

Due in May.

Hoping for a girl.

Stephen's always wanted a girl.

I didn't understand what was happening. My body reacted before I even knew why, my face turned hot and I could feel my chest heaving, registering my anger quickly and forcefully.

It was a lie, all of it.

And I was a god damned fool.

Did she know?

Did she know what a fucking asshole her husband was? The father of her unborn hopefully-daughter? I wanted to tell her, to spill Stephen's dirty little secret, splay myself for her to see. But I couldn't. I was a coward.

In the hubbub that followed Violet's announcement, I was able to sneak out. I only had an hour left on my shift and I didn't particularly care about breaking the rules. People forgot to punch out all the time, no big deal. Stephen would take care of it. If nothing else he owed me that.

—

"I should have warned you!" Stephen was shouting from outside my window, I could hear him even though it was closed.

"It's not. It's...NOT!" He couldn't exactly explain the situation from the public sidewalk he was stranded on. I wasn't buzzing him in. I wasn't answering his texts. This was his last option.

"Are you ever going to let him in?" Janis asked from across the room.

"Nope."

"How do you know she's really pregnant?" She asked. Janis had only met Stephen once, but she liked him. She wasn't ready to believe that he was as much of a fucking liar as he really was.

"Well, she had a sonogram. Had her last name on it." I answered flatly.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

—

"Oak Brook. Both of you. They need support this week and we've got people to spare." Suzette had brought Jonathan and me into the manager's office early the following Monday to explain that our store was overstaffed for the week and the Oak Brook store, in the suburbs west of Chicago, needed help. Loaning staff wasn't uncommon in our company but usually only more experienced people were sent to other stores.

"I, uh, I don't have a way to get to Oak Brook. I don't have a car." I stammered. I didn't want to go to Oak Brook. I don't like the suburbs. Very flat and the people are weird.

Before Suzette could rescind her plan, Jonathan spoke up. "I have a car, and I can drive you. Are we going to be on the same schedule?" His question directed at Suzette.

"I could make that happen!" She replied cheerfully.

Fuck. I tried to look happy. If they were sending me to another store, it meant I wasn't a total shitstain of an employee. Or that they wanted to get rid of me. Jonathan headed out of the office and I turned to ask Suzette a question.

"Uh, is there any reason you chose me? Did I lose a competition or something?"

"Stephen recommended you. Said you had the right energy for the store, and I agree!" Suzette said happily. She was perpetually on 11.

"Oh, so Stephen decided on me and Jonathan."

"No, just you. He doesn't know about Jonathan yet, but he's the only tech we can spare this week."

I didn't think Stephen would elect to have two of his former paramours spending that much time together. Too many opportunities to gossip. I had pretty much shut Stephen out of my life. I blocked him on my phone, avoided him at work, and emailed him to let him know that if he showed up outside my apartment again, I would call the police. He couldn't charm his way out of this one.

Jonathan caught up with me on the sales floor and offered his fist for a bump. He was such a bro.

"How pumped are you to be spending time together this week?" He asked, winking on the word "pumped."

"I'm stoked." I said, only a little mockingly.

"Maybe one of these nights we can hang out, you know? Gin and lemonade." He said, his dark eyes sparkling, calling back to the drinks we had the day we fucked.

"I don't know, Jonathan, things are really weird for me right now." I said, trying not to hurt his feelings. Fucking Jonathan would probably make me feel better, but I had all the married men I could handle for the moment.

"Oh" Jonathan said, looking confused and disappointed. "Is this about?" he began, his fingers pointed towards the manager's office.

"No. Well, uh, no. It's not. Whatever. I don't. I just. I don't know. I mean you're married." I was flustered but that was the truth. Yeah, Jonathan had a tight pink hole and violating it was nice, but he had a wife. And god damn I didn't want to go through all of this bullshit again. I was screaming in my mind.

"Dude!" Jonathan said, grinning wide. "Lucy and I have an open relationship. She knows I need something she can't give me. Don't even sweat it, bro. But if you're not down for a repeat, that's okay. I just thought we had fun last time."

Jonathan said this conversationally, as if he were telling me he and his wife Lucy had a dinner party the night before and made a roast. Were open relationships more believable than green card marriages? Was this another lie? I didn't know. And I didn't really care. Why can't I find a nice guy to fuck who didn't have any type of wife. Canadian, open, nothing! No wife! Again I was screaming in my head.

Jonathan had turned to his phone and told me to wait as I turned to walk away.

"Look, right after you and I hooked up last time, I texted Lucy to let her know. We're totally open."

And he was right. There on his phone was a message from his wife. "Glad you finally got that release babe. See you soon." Followed by what seemed like several dozen emoji.

I hesitated. And sensing my doubt, Jonathan dropped the pen he was holding in his hand and made a show of bending over slowly to pick it up, reminding me of what I would be missing out on.

"You want to come over tonight?" I asked.

Jonathan laughed. "Can't, bro. But tomorrow we got a short shift in Oak Brook, maybe we could chill at your place after. Is that cool?"

"Very." I said.

—

The suburbs, it turned out, were not as horrifying as I imagined they would be. The Oak Brook store was smaller, and located in an upscale mall, but the problems they faced were mostly the same as ours. The people seemed a little more entitled, but our company tended to draw that type anyway. The staff was nice, particularly their Senior Manager Austin, who greeted me eagerly. My first day passed quickly, mostly because I was so focused on getting back to the city so I could get Jonathan naked.

At seven, we headed out and piled into Jonathan's car. He gave up any pretense about the situation and as the car warmed up, he began rubbing his crotch.

"Dude. I'm so fucking stoked." Jonathan said, his bulge growing, his smile wide. He teased me for a few minutes and then started the car.

"You think you can wait the thirty minutes until we get back to my place?" I teasingly asked as we merged onto the highway, my hands slowly moving across his lap.

"I don't know. I might need something to hold me over." Jonathan replied. I unfastened his jeans, revealing that just like our first romp, he was sporting a black jockstrap.

I leaned over and freed his growing cock from its cloth container. The sight of a hard cock that wasn't attached to Stephen actually had me salivating.

It was so easy with Jonathan. He didn't play games with me, withhold himself from me. He just wanted to have fun. There wasn't a need to create drama around our time together. I reveled in the simplicity of it all.

And the depravedness of it all. Jonathan kept just under the speed limit as I bobbed up and down in between his lap. His cock was the same sun-drenched color as the rest of him, uncut and standing tall atop two fat, hairy balls. He was long, but slender, and it was easy to swallow him entirely.

"Fuck, dude. I can't even fucking believe this. You're so fucking hot." Jonathan was in heaven and I probably should have been worried he wasn't in a state to operate a vehicle, but mostly I was concerned with his dick.

The drive home was far too short, and the potholes in Chicago's roads made the concept of road head better in theory than practice. I half-heartedly packed Jonathan back into his jeans and his bulge popped wildly as he stepped out of the car.

We ran inside and Jonathan began disrobing immediately. His carved torso coming into view as he threw his work shirt on the floor, quickly joined by his jeans. I ogled him as he jumped onto my kitchen counter and spread his legs for me, his meaty cock bouncing out of his jockstrap.

I kissed him tenderly, my hands exploring his body. He was so warm and exciting. Different. He's different, I thought. I stroked his cock gently as my lips explored his chest.

I suckled at his neck as I discarded my own clothing. Jonathan ditched his jock as I ran to the bathroom for lube and a condom.

"You want to come over here?" I asked, standing next to the bed, pouring lube on my hard cock.

"Nope! Fuck me right here" Jonathan called out and I walked back into the kitchen.

His ripped torso barely fit onto my tiny kitchen counter. He leaned back and offered me his succulent ass, using his palms to brace himself against the counter's edges. I plunged myself into him as his hairy legs wrapped around my waist.

"Fuck yeah dude. Fuck!" He grunted beneath me, his eyes glossing over in pleasure.

He felt even tighter than he had weeks earlier. His hole was warmer than I remembered and he opened up easily to take my pulsing member. I forgot how good it felt to fuck a man. I bulldozed into him, one hand steadying myself on his hairy chest, the other pawing at his throbbing cock.

His handsome face was twisted in pleasure and pain, his dark, heavy eyes focused on my own, his wet lips snarled at the corners. He needed this. I had let him take control during out last encounter, but this time he was all mine. The anger that had been living inside me forced its way out and onto Jonathan. My hips cycled feverishly, pushing my dick into Jonathan faster than I could comprehend. We were a blur, two bodies connected at the frenzied middle.

"Holy fuck!" Jonathan sobbed. "Don't fucking stop."

I didn't intend to. I ducked under the cabinet, leaning over his sweaty body and kissed his neck. I inhaled his musky, manly scent as my cock tenaciously worked in and out of his pink hole. I nibbled softly on his clavicle, not wanting to mark him, but wanting a taste. He hooked his arms around my neck, bringing me closer into him for support.

The allure of fucking in the kitchen wore off quickly. "Let's move this to the bed" I whispered, brushing his dark nipples with my fingers, slowing my cock just slightly.

"Yeah," he panted "but stay inside me." His eyes glowed with mischief.

I smiled and resisted the urge to call him a slut. It took some careful maneuvering, but I lifted Jonathan off the counter and we made it to my kitchen table before I needed to put him down for fear of falling. He unhooked his legs from my waist and planted his feet on the table, pushing his ass against me.

"Can't wait, huh?" I said with a smirk. I pressed into him and he laid himself flat against the table. I ran my hands across his rough torso, my fingertips bristling against his dark, coarse hair. I let Jonathan fuck himself on me, his hips pushing his ass up and against me; he rotated like a machine, designed to make me cum.

I had to pull out of him, we had just started and I wasn't ready to shoot yet. Jonathan cried out in protest, but I helped him off the table and led him to the bed, my hands on his ass for the entire short walk. His ass was muscular, but had just the tiniest bit of fat, causing his round bottom to dip, just a little, like meaty teardrops. Covered in a gentle layer of dark hair, his ass truly was a piece of art.

"On your knees." I commanded and Jonathan crawled onto the bed, his ass proudly offered to me. I bent down and massaged him, my fingers kneading at this muscle. I spread him apart to reveal his tight hole, the sight of it made my dick leak.

"Fuck, your hole is beautiful." I whispered before digging in.

Jonathan's back arched and he yelped in pleasure. My tongue excavated him, burrowing into the hole he kept so tight. His ass fought me, not wanting to open up for my wet muscle. I slipped a finger inside and pulsed gently. Another followed. Spreading his muscled cheeks, my tongue tunneled back into him. Jonathan pushed back against my face, as desperate as I was for me to go deeper. I ran my hands up to his bowed back and kneaded his muscles. My tongue worked fervently, soaking up his piquant flavor.

My cock began to ache in yearning. I reached for the lube I had thrown on the bed and reapplied it, after a fresh condom. I kissed Jonathan's hole once more and then stood to align myself his wet chute.

"Give it to me. Harder than you ever have." He commanded, his voice harsh.

I gripped his hair and arched him back him further as I slipped into him. I bit his neck roughly as my cock bore into him. His hole was eager now, accommodating my girth. Jonathan's fleshy, muscled bottom twitched with every stroke, and I slapped his fat ass in lust. My handprint lingered for a moment and then Jonathan pleaded for another. Again I slapped his perfect ass, domineering him as I increased the speed of my cock.

Jonathan was whimpering now, he wasn't able to form words. It was so clear why he and his wife had the arrangement they did. Jonathan really did need this. His face told me he was in nirvana, he was in his ideal world. And I had been the one to take him there. His body had become glossy with sweat and my hands couldn't steady themselves on any part of him. He was pushing back against my every push forward. The loud smack of our clashing bodies repeated over and over again, filling my empty apartment.

"Fuck dude, I have to cum. I have to." Jonathan mewled, his voice strained in pleasure.

Before he could reach down, I took his cock into my hand and wildly pulled on his dark, uncut member. His orgasm was so intense, I had to pull out of him before he set off my own. His hole coiled tighter than it possibly ever had and he expelled thick rope after rope of his milky seed. His head fell onto the bed and he cried out in ecstasy.

I only gave him a moment to revel in the feeling before I flipped him onto his back and straddled his chest, I took off the condom and my cock waited just inches from his face.

He gave me a wink and I moved over him, his mouth hungrily accepting me.

Jonathan proved himself to be an excellent cocksucker. He kept his teeth retreated and barely gagged as I plunged my length into his warm throat. His moans were those of a starved man and I didn't last long.

"I'm cumming!" I called out and Jonathan swallowed more of me before I could remove myself. A moment later I was dumping my load inside his throat, more than I thought I had to give. Jonathan laved my deflating member, making sure he ingested every last drop of cum I had to offer.

Exhausted, I collapsed next to him. Jonathan came over the next two nights.

—

"All alone tonight?" A quiet voice asked, startling me in the Friday night darkness. I had been out with Beth earlier and was slightly tipsy as I made my way home.

I knew it was him. The same heat flared inside me and I lost it.

"I'm calling the police. Okay, I'm calling the fucking police, you need to go!" I was shouting, louder than I thought I could. Louder than what was appropriate for the hour.

"Talk to Austin, tomorrow please just talk to Austin." Stephen pleaded.

I whipped out my phone and roared at him, not even really forming sentences just shrieking "LEAVE!" and "POLICE!" I had become unhinged and it was entirely his fault.

Stephen retreated to his car and drove away. I stood in the middle of my street, shaking. I was too old for this. I didn't have this kind of fight in me.

And then I saw my favorite neighbor, Señora Santiago, come out onto her porch. No doubt woken by my crazed shouting.

"Ay, Señora, did I wake up? Lo siento." I felt like an ass and kept apologizing.

La Señora cackled. "It's too early for bed, joven! I was talking to my daughter when I heard your little argument. Come over here, sit down." She beckoned me over and I sat down on her stoop.

"He's been here every night, you know. Just sits on the step while you and the dark haired boy go up. His face is always so sad. You know, mijito, you've had a lot of beautiful men go up, but they never come back." Señora Santiago said this, not as a judgement, but in support of Stephen. And I wasn't sure why she was on his side.

"Señora, it's complicated. He's complicated. It's nice that he comes back, but it's not enough. I should go."

"You should talk to Austin, I think." La Señora said before I left, her dark eyes sparkling.

—

It turns out I was going to talk to Austin no matter what. Though Jonathan and I had been on the same schedule since Tuesday, on Saturday he and I weren't. He was scheduled to leave three hours before I was. And because Stephen was pulling the strings, Austin offered to give me a ride back to the city. I tried to decline, but I didn't really have any other options.

At the end of the day Austin and I got into his very nice SUV and headed east towards Chicago as I braced myself for whatever awkwardness awaited me.

"So, how'd you enjoy your week in Oak Brook?" Austin asked.

"It was fine. Look, I know you and Stephen are friends and I'm sure he asked you to make the case for him. But I'd really rather not, okay? I'm not his whatever anymore, so you don't need to try and fix anything. There's nothing to fix." I wasn't being as clear as I wanted, this whole situation had me constantly flustered but I didn't want to hear Austin tell me what a great guy Stephen really was, or whatever their plan was.

"Violet's coworker saw you, dude. Stumbling down Division on Halloween night, I guess Stephen was groping you pretty obscenely in public. The coworker confronted Violet about it the next day and Violet said that she must have been drunk, because `Stephen was at home with me and oh yeah, we're going to have a baby.' It's just a distraction. They borrowed the sonogram from Stephen's sister, that's why it has their last name. If you weren't such a drama queen, Stephen could have explained this all to you, and you could have avoided this last week of misery."

"You're telling me the truth?" I asked

"Retail manager's honor." Austin replied.

I stayed quiet during the rest of the ride. I alternated between disbelief and anger. Anger at myself, for allowing myself to become so emotionally invested in Stephen that any of this mattered. Anger that I was driving him away. Anger that I might have ruined it.

But when I got home he was there, with a look on his face as if he'd been waiting his whole life just for me. In a flash, he closed the gap between us. My face was in his hands, and his lips pressed firmly against mine. He wrapped himself around me, afraid I would run away. There weren't any words. We didn't need them. Somehow we found our way upstairs and into my bed. We stayed in it for two days.

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