Coworkers

Coworkers

Chapter 6: Jonathan

There were dark circles under my eyes, my hair was knotted in a dozen directions, and the new bruises from Stephen's bites were now fully-formed along my neck, joining the bruises from the previous night. As I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, I ran my hands across my body.

I was raw.

Exposed.

Used.

It was a new feeling. No man had ever dominated me the way Stephen had. No man had ever made me feel this way, feel this good. Good. The word hung in my mind for a moment. Did I feel good? Did I like this feeling? I looked at myself expectantly in the mirror, as if my own reflection would answer me. I ran water through my hair, trying hopelessly to flatten it, and turned my attention to how I would get through the rest of the day. My head throbbed and my body ached from Stephen's punishment. I wanted so much to run home and sleep for a week. I'd have to do with a twenty minute nap after work.

I finished cleaning myself, taking about ten minutes to make myself as presentable as possible, but on the whole not looking suitable to do anything that involved interacting with other people. Except maybe sell crack. A dry chuckle escaped my lips. I peeked out into the hallway and quietly stepped out of the bathroom, trying not to raise the attention of the group standing near the office. Just as I stepped out, someone bumped into me from behind.

"Excuse me, sorry." I mumbled before turning around, realizing who had run into me.

"Tyler. Hi." I said, the excitement in my voice rising, a hesitant smile creeping across my face.

"Excuse me." Tyler muttered, brushing past me.

My head dizzied and I leaned against the bathroom door. That was the closest contact and most interaction I'd had with Tyler since our night together. What was I doing? What had my life become? I had slept with three of my coworkers in the last 12 hours, and the only one I actually cared about hated me. It all felt surreal, as if I was living outside my body somehow. A month ago I didn't even know Tyler, I didn't know any of these people. Why did I care?

I walked out onto the empty sales floor. We didn't open for another hour, but I busied myself by straightening up the merchandise, cleaning the windows, and making sure the store was ready for the day. It kept my mind off Tyler and Stephen and the mess that my life was becoming. It was methodical work, easy.

"What are you doing out here? Sloane brought donuts!" A voice yelled from the back of the store. It was Kiki, a blonde Christian girl who, despite our wildly different belief systems, was one of the first to befriend me at the store.

"No donuts for me, my stomach hurts." I replied, making an exaggerated frowning face and rubbing my torso. In reality, I was starving, I hadn't eaten since the night before and my stomach wrenched at the prospect of food. But I was in no mood to mingle with Tyler or Stephen or Mark, who were all probably crowded around the donuts. I returned to tidying up the sales floor and was startled when Kiki came up right behind me and placed her hand on my shoulder.

"JESUS CHRIST you scared me." I shouted

Kiki made a face, "You know I don't like that."

"Sorry." I muttered, my heart now racing.

"Come to the back. Get a donut. Stop being so anti-social!" Kiki always had a way of exclaiming everything. Maybe it was the years of Bible Camp where she had to shout out her love of Jesus. I didn't know. But it was too early to deal with her energy.

"Kiki. I don't want a donut. I want to finish washing the windows."

She blew a raspberry in my face and hopped off to the back of the store.

The rest of the morning was mercifully uneventful and the store stayed quiet. But quiet became too quiet. By 11:30, I was bored and there was nothing to distract me from how much pain my body was in. I had only one sale for the day and decided to go home early. I paced the length of the store for about twenty minutes, trying to muster up the courage to knock on the door to the managers' office. Stephen was definitely in there, Kiki told me that. Would he let me go?

After I couldn't stand to look at the empty store any longer, I marched to the back and knocked on the office door. Relief surged through my body when Cassie opened up. Stephen, sitting in the back, turned to look at me, but I avoided eye contact, focusing on Cassie. "Hey, we're really slow out there, I haven't even sold anything in like two hours. Do you mind if I leave a little early today?"

I could feel Stephen's eyes on me, my face felt hot. My legs were like jelly and my mind quickly wandered to Stephen's prick. As the words tumbled out of me about work and sales, my mind imagined cleaning up Stephen's cock. Soaking him, tasting myself on his warm dick. It was barely three hours since I had him last, but I wanted him again.

"Okay?" Cassie waved her hand in front of me. I hadn't even noticed that in the thirty seconds we had been talking, I was staring at Stephen. Mouth slightly agape, hunger probably obvious in my eyes.
"I'm so sorry, I lost my train of thought. What were you saying?"

"Stephen's going to walk the floor with you really quick, and then if he agrees, you can go."

"Oh, okay. Cool. Thank you." I blurted out gracelessly.

Stephen walked out of the office and I followed him. Instead of heading out onto the floor, he walked past the row of bathrooms and rounded the corner into the empty hallway that the security cameras did not monitor.

He pinned me against the wall and without a moment's notice, his lips were on mine, his hands on my body. His tongue slid against mine and his taste overwhelmed me. I melted into him, my torso sinking into his arms.

"Six o'clock." Stephen exhaled on my neck, his hot breath setting me on fire.

I nodded and he let go of me. "Go home." I watched him walk away and I slid against the wall, falling to the floor. I sat there for a moment, immobilized by the thought of sleep in my immediate future, as if my body could not wait to rest. Eventually I got up and collected my things from the break room. Without saying a word to the dozen or so people I passed, I ducked out the back door and headed home.

"Hey, wait up!" I heard someone yell behind me. I was already across the street and wanted so badly to ignore whomever it was, but I turned around and was slightly startled. It was Jonathan, a dark-haired technician who I didn't really know. We made small talk in the past, but nothing significant. I wondered what he could have wanted. He put out his cigarette and ran to catch up with me and I slowed to wait for him.

"You heading out already?" he asked.

"Yeah, well it was so slow and I had a little too much to drink last night." I replied with a soft chuckle.

"Been there dude." Jonathan replied with a wide smile.

I had never really noticed it before, but Jonathan was kind of cute. He had strong, dramatic features: prominent cheekbones, chiseled jaw, and pearly straight teeth. His arms were painted with colorful, artistic tattoos and his exposed calf muscles were muscular but lean, and just a bit hairy. He had a closely trimmed beard, and wide sideburns, the same coal color as his hair. In a way, he looked like a younger, softer Hugh Jackman. Even though it was October and the air was chilly, Jonathan was sporting jean cut-offs, exposing his beautiful calves and framing his ass marvelously. It looked meaty. Like something I could bury my face in for a few hours.

"I'm going this way." I said, as I motioned towards the direction I was headed.

"Me, too." Jonathan replied cheerily.

We walked together for about fifteen minutes, talking about the job and our coworkers, who we liked and who we didn't. The conversation turned to the managers, and despite trying not to, I grew quiet. After a few moments of silence, Jonathan spoke, "Look, this is going to sound weird, but I know."

"You know what?" I asked hesitantly, afraid of where this was going.

"I know." He repeated.

I laughed nervously and asked again, "What do you know?"

Jonathan grinned and leaned in a bit, lowering his voice, "You and Stephen weren't exactly quiet in the bathroom this morning."

I stopped in my tracks, my legs wobbled and my throat dried instantly. My voice trembled as I tried to explain.

"I uh, we uh-" I tried to explain, my throat dry, my voice shaking worse than my hands.

"Dude, dude, it's okay. Look, I've been there." Jonathan said, a twinkling smile on his face. "Okay? I've been there." He repeated with emphasis.

"You've...been there? With Stephen?" I asked, slightly bewildered.

"Yeah, we had a thing about three years ago, when he was still a tech and I was doing sales. I mean, we never fucked in the bathroom at work, but we were pretty heavy for a while." Jonathan said with a grin.

"Wow. I thought you were straight. But I also thought Stephen was straight. I don't know anything." I replied as the feeling returned to my legs.

Jonathan smiled, "I'm bi. And Stephen is definitely not straight. I mean, I know he's married but I have no idea what the hell that's about. It's weird, we used to go for days, dude. He's sooo, well, you know." Jonathan hadn't stopped grinning since the conversation turned to Stephen.

I forced a laugh and said, "I didn't know you were bi. I saw the wedding ring and just assumed you were straight." I wondered if Stephen dominated him the way he dominated me. I couldn't imagine Stephen bottoming for anyone, but Jonathan had a masculine energy to him. I didn't picture him as a bottom, either.

Jonathan went on to explain that he had married his wife, Lucy, ten months ago. He only had a few serious gay relationships, which did not include Stephen, he said that was a "hardcore fling." He asked about how Stephen and I got together and I modified the story to make it as if Stephen seduced me, rather than foisted himself on me. I didn't mention that our first time was less than twenty-four hours ago, nor that we had plans for tonight. Maybe I should have. Maybe Jonathan would have some insight into what Stephen had planned, but I didn't want to let him know that, as much as I enjoyed our two times together, Stephen kind of scared me. He was a hurricane and there was so much about him that I didn't know, so much that left me anxious or worried.

My mind drifted in and out of focus and eventually Jonathan and I reached my block.

"Do you live around here?" Jonathan asked

"Yeah, right there, actually." I answered, pointing at my building.

"Cool I just moved like, ten minutes from here. Finally made it out of the suburbs."

"Yeah, I've been here a few years, I'm pretty much in love with this neighborhood."

It was awkward, reverting back to small talk after we had shared such a personal moment. I wanted to know about Jonathan's relationship with Stephen, I wanted to know every detail, every encounter, everything. It was all I could think about.

"Do you, um, want to come up for a beer or something?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, sure." Jonathan agreed happily.

We made our way up to my apartment, and while Jonathan made himself comfortable on the couch I realized I actually had no beer in my apartment. I hated beer. I mixed some gin and lemonade and Jonathan eagerly accepted.

"I don't want to pry, but I can't get over you and Stephen. I feel like a thousand times less alone." I said, trying me best to remain cool.

"Yeah, it started off super casual. We used to get drinks after work together, talked shit, whatever. I had a feeling he was gay, but he wasn't really out to a whole lot of people. One night I told him I was bi and he just sort of went for it. We ended up hooking up that night. And a whole lot after. But then he was up for a manager position and he said we couldn't really `fool around' anymore. And that was that." Jonathan told the story of his and Stephen's relationship with a sort of icy detachment, and I wondered if Jonathan felt scorned.

"But you're married now, right? That must be nice." I responded, regretting dragging Jonathan down memory lane.

"Yeah, it's, you know. I'm a newlywed, it's new. It's different." Jonathan answered with a half-hearted tone.

"Is Stephen bi, too, maybe?" I asked, unable to keep the subject off our mutual fuck.

"No way." Jonathan said decisively.

We finished our drinks without any more meaningful conversation. No longer talking about Stephen, marriage, or even work. I flipped on the television and we watched a stupid show about animal attacks. Once the program ended we drifted into an awkward silence.

Jonathan looked around the room and let out a small sigh. He turned to me and said, "So, are we gonna fuck or what?"

His question caught me completely off guard, and I snorted into my (refreshed) drink. I didn't even get a moment to react before I felt his hands on my body, groping me. He moved on top of me, his hands sneaking under my shirt, his tongue invading my mouth, filling me with his smokey taste. My glass fell to the floor, spilling my drink everywhere, but I didn't care. I felt Jonathan's hardening cock bulging against my thigh and my hands pawed his muscular ass. Not quite as nice as Jake's, but still firm to my touch.

"It's been so long..." Jonathan trailed off, lost in his own thoughts. He pulled my shirt over my head and kissed my exposed collarbone. He bit my chest softly and his tongue flicked my erect nipples. I ran my hands under his shirt and helped him out of it.

Jonathan paused for a moment, proudly showing off his naked lean torso. His nascent muscles formed shallow lines across his stomach. His tattooed arms defined by his long, solid biceps. "You like?" Jonathan asked, a twinkle in his eye. I ran my hands over his stomach, answering his question wordlessly.

Jonathan slid off my lap and stood next to the couch, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them fall the floor. A grin spread across my face when I saw his underwear of choice: a black jockstrap. He rocked his hips forward, displaying his bulge, then turned around to reveal his muscular ass. The same sun-kissed tan color as the rest of his skin, Jonathan's ass was beautiful. Covered in a light dusting of his dark hair, his ass sat high and tight. I cupped it in my hands and brushed my thumb against his hole. He twitched in my hands and turned around to smile at me.

Jonathan kneeled on the couch next to me, his arms resting on the cushions, his ass proudly puffed out in offering. I moved to kneel behind him, bringing myself eye-level with his lusty ass. I kissed his hefty cheeks softly and slid my hands across his toned back and back down to his cheeks, parting him open. My lips quivered before Jonathan's tightly puckered asshole. Bright fleshy pink, so firmly coiled, just waiting to be opened. Saliva welled in my mouth and I glossed his entrance with my wet tongue. I felt his back arch as a deep, throaty moan filled the room. I closed my lips around my tongue, giving Jonathan's hole a sloppy kiss.

"Fuck yeah." Jonathan grunted. He pushed his ass back against my jaw, signaling for me to stop teasing. I ran my hands down the sides of Jonathan's strong thighs and back up, palming his muscular ass, spreading him further open. I wriggled the tip of my wet tongue against his musky entrance, ramming my way in. Jonathan relaxed his hole and I slid my tongue as deep inside his warm hole as I could manage. His tight hole pinched my tongue, resisting my intrusion; I pushed further, my jaw scratching against his inner cheeks.

Jonathan whimpered above me, "Fuck yeah. Eat my ass. Fucking eat it dude." I slapped his firm ass and lapped again at his hole. We settled into a rhythm, Jonathan pushing against my jaw and then I prodded into him. His hole was soaking, ready for something bigger.

"Yeah, get me nice and wet. Fucking drown my hole, man." Jonathan pushed himself back on my tongue, his musky smell filling my senses. After what felt like only seconds, Jonathan was retreating off of my mouth, taking away my newfound pleasure. I whined in protest, but he spoke over me, "Where's your lube, dude? I haven't been fucked in forever." I motioned to the table beside the couch while I unbuckled my jeans, finally releasing my throbbing cock. As I sat on the couch, Jonathan bent over slightly to fetch the lube, the sight causing my dick to ooze pre-cum. He oiled his fingers and reached behind himself to add more lube to his wet hole, his hardened dick straining the front of his jockstrap.

"Get over here." I whispered, my eyes stuck on Jonathan's crotch.

He sauntered over and stood over my lap, offering himself to me. I hooked my fingers over the band of his jock and slid them down, finally freeing his meaty cock. I licked his pole for a few moments, basking the warmth his pole radiated. Jonathan pulled out and kneeled in between my legs, carefully placing a condom on me and lubing me up. My head fell back while Jonathan worked my cock. After I was slicked, Jonathan turned around and squatted over my dick, I lined my rigid pole with his entrance as he lowered himself.

"Dude, your cock...." Jonathan trailed off as his hands steadied himself on my thighs. I pushed up slowly, rocking into him as he pushed himself down slowly. My hands massaged Jonathan's muscular back, my thumbs pressing into the dimples on the small of his back, feeling his body work itself on my cock. I ran my fingers to the front of his torso and rubbed with his strong pecs, pinching his nipples. I reached down with my right hand and found Jonathan's cock, stick with pre-cum. I took his balls into my hands and fondled gently, the sensation making him moan loudly.

His tight hole swallowed my dick eventually, he was tighter than Mark and Jake. I let him take control at first, motioning slowly up and down, my head slowly brushing his prostate.

Every time it did his back would flutter a bit; I knew he was in ecstasy. I wrapped my arms around his body and leaned against his back, kissing him softly. I rocked my hips back and forth, wriggling my cock inside Jonathan's hot hole. "Fuck yeah" was all he could muster in response. Again I rubbed Jonathan's sticky cock and moved down to his taint, where I could feel my cock bulging inside him. I massaged him gently and Jonathan whimpered in response, his voice high, "Oh fuck fuck fuck"

I pulled Jonathan close to me and moved off the couch, my cock still hard inside him. He kneeled on the floor and I crouched behind him, giving me deeper access to his hole. I railed into him with increased fervor, my balls slapping loudly against his taint. "You are so fucking tight." I grunted, running my hands along his bottom. I slapped his ass hard, leaving the outline of my hand.

"You like that?" I sneered.

"Oh yeah. Fuck me, fucking fu-fuck me." Jonathan's whining was incredibly sexy. I thrusted forcefully and slapped him once more.

Jonathan moved his head down onto the floor between his elbows and puffed out his ass to swallow more of my cock. He pushed back to meet my pole, thrust-for-thrust. Our clashing flesh filling my apartment with a smacking sound, joining Jonathan's whimpers and my grunts. I slowed slightly, not wanting to cum too quickly. I let the head of my dick sit against his prostate for a moment while Jonathan moaned beneath me.

"Your hole was made for this. So fucking tight." I rammed into Jonathan over and over, until my knees felt weak. Our bodies were slick with sweat and lube and I could no longer hold onto Jonathan for support. I pulled out of him and slapped his ass once more. "Sit on me" I instructed him.

I laid back on the floor, my rigid dick standing tall. Jonathan squatted over me and aligned his hole, lowering himself as his hot hole swallowed my throbbing member. His eyes rolled back, and his hand moved to his dick. I swatted it away and took his member in my own hand, pumping it steadily.

"Work my cock dude. Work my cock and work my hole. It's been too fucking long." Jonathan was in his own world, and I granted his wishes, my cock and hand working in rhythm, bringing him a pleasure he hadn't experienced in at least ten months. Jonathan's eyes had fallen shut, an intense look on his face, sweat dripping from his brow. His breathing has heavy and his chest heaved dramatically. His left hand steadied himself on my thigh and his right hand flicked his nipples softly.

We fucked at a steady pace for a while, our damp bodies sliding against each other, my hand never leaving his cock. Jonathan whimpered and whined and eventually he increased his speed, moving up and down on me much quicker than before.

I pulled furiously on Jonathan's cock, his hole closing harder around my vibrating cock. He sprang on me rapidly, as if desperate for my orgasm. The pleading in his voice obvious as he moaned, "Drill me. Drill me. FUCKING drill me!" I gripped his waist with my free hand, shaking with pleasure. His warm skin was slick with lube and sweat, and I could feel his cock pulse in my hand. He slowed slightly, on the edge of climaxing. I thrust upwards and Jonathan pumped his cock into my hand and released his load. Seven heavy jets of cum shot out of his rigid member, splashing against my hand and onto my torso. His hole clenched around my cock and I shot my load into the condom, so forceful I was afraid it would break. 
Jonathan took a moment to catch his breath and then moved off of me. He slipped the condom off my cock and cleaned me up, lapping at the sticky residue. I wriggled in pleasure as Jonathan's tongue worked my sensitive dick. Once he was finished, Jonathan stood, out of breath and asked, "Bathroom?"

I motioned towards the door behind the kitchen as Jonathan collected his clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. I grabbed a towel from my bedroom and cleaned myself off before getting dressed. Jonathan popped out of the bathroom and held out his hand for a fist bump. "Dude, you have no idea how much I needed that." I met his fist with my own, and he leaned in for a quick kiss. "Thanks" he said, a wide smile on his face.

"My pleasure. Really." I replied with a sly smile.

"Dude, we're going to do this again." Jonathan said with a chuckle, before ducking out my front door.

I watched his firm ass walk away and smiled at the thought. As I turned back into my apartment, I thought about what else the day had in store for me: my evening with Stephen.

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