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HERE'S TO YOU, JAVIER
By Bill Moretini
Ted paused by my cubical and looked in. "Did you get a look at the guy that entered Jake's office for an interview?" he asked.
"No," I said, "what about him?"
"He looked rather ordinary. Probably won't cut the mustard."
"Don't know, and don't care. Don't judge a book by it's cover. Hey, I've got to get this done before quitting time, if you don't mind, Ted."
Ted whirled around dramatically and left. I could care less about his fretting too. Ted was always concerned whenever a new person was hired. He wasn't that good at his job and always worried about getting replaced. Actually, I had noticed the man enter Jake's office. I didn't think he looked all that ordinary. Actually, I thought he was somewhat attractive, not that it mattered.
On the following Monday, our boss, Jake Rico, cast his shadow in my cubical doorway. That same man Ted had brought my attention to was standing beside him.
"Marc, meet our newest employee. Javier, this is Marc."
I rose and offered my hand. His hand warmly shook mine.
"Welcome to the joint, Javier," I said. He smiled and nodded.
'He'll be taking the empty cubical across the isle from you," said Jake.
"Good! Welcome aboard, neighbor," I said.
Javier just smiled a bit. It struck me that he might be a little shy, but of course, who wouldn't be on their first day on a new job.
"Come with me to the supply room," Jake said to Javier.
As Javier turned to follow Jake, he gave me what I would call a searching glance. But why, I couldn't imagine. I quickly got back to work on my project. I had to get my rough engineering project to the final engineering department by quitting time. Soon, Jake and Javier returned.
"Marc will help you get your laptop and other stuff set up."
"I can't, Jake! Tomorrow, yes, but I've got to get this project to the other department."
"Well, maybe after quitting time?, huh Marc?"
"If I must. Now let me get back to work!" I said firmly. "Show Javier to the lunch room and break room, the coffee bar and the men's room."
Jake immediately braced. He didn't like underlings telling or even suggesting what he should do, but I didn't give a crap. All I cared about was finishing my project. Fortunately, Jake drug Javier away.
I was getting the clock-watchers jitters. I was stuck. I frantically went over the scribbled roughs that I had to go by. Finally, I found the missing information and busily finished my project. I rushed my drafts and original info to the main engineering department. When I got back to my cubical, Javier was sitting in his cubical, waiting for me, while other employees made a mad sweep toward the elevator hall.
"Are you ready for me to help set up your workplace?" I asked Javier.
"I suppose so. But I have to use the little boy's room first."
"Hell, so do I," I said. "Let's go."
Eager to get on with it, I led the way. I pulled up in front of a urinal in the middle. Javier passed up three and chose the one to my immediate left. I unzipped and dug for my cock and fished it out. It takes me a while to get primed if someone is standing right next to me. I strained, but I heard Javier's piss hit the urinal before I could get going. But that did it for me.
I finished and flipped it off and shoved it back into my briefs. My peripheral took note of Javier shaking the heck out of his cock. I sneaked a sidewise glance and could swear that his cock was either quite long or he was beginning to get an erection. I quickly zipped up and turned around. As I did, Javier looked at me out of the corner of his eye. It gave me a woozy feeling. I nervously washed and dried my hands and waited. for Javier to do the same. He finally did.
I led the way back to our cubicles. Except for the janitor, who always got an early start, we were the only ones there. I wasn't ready, I mean really ready to help Javier set up his workplace.
"Do you mind if we do this tomorrow?" I asked.
"That would be fine with me, Marc."
"Good. Let's get out of here. I could use a drink," I said. "How about you, Javier?"
"That would be fine too," he said. "I know a place real close to here."
"You do? The closest place I know of is over five blocks west of here. We'll go to your watering hole," I said. "Here's the elevator now."
It felt a little strange to go down with only Javier and me in the elevator. I was used to everybody jamming in to get away from work as fast as possible. Not a word was spoken until we exited the revolving doors and were on the sidewalk.
"Which way, Javier?"
"Around that corner and just under three blocks north."
"That's way off the main drag," I said. "Everything is happening on Royal street. But if it's closer, why not? Lead on, Javier."
We rounded the corner and started walking north. The whole street ahead of us looked deserted. His stride was more spry than mine. I credited that to my working all day and Javier not showing up for the interview until just after noon. The first block consisted of the rest of the huge building where we worked.
"How long have you worked there?" asked Javier.
"Too long! Oh, I guess nineteen months. Started right after college. Where did you work before, if you don't mind my asking?"
"I haven't. I just graduated from architectural design school, so I've got a lot to learn. Any help you could give me at this job would be more than welcome."
"I'll be glad to do what I can," I said. "Well that's two blocks. I don't see anything that looks like a bar."
"They keep it low key. Almost private, but not really. It's that black door under that globular blue light."
"Good, I'm thirsty. No outside windows?"
"Like I said, they are somewhat private although anyone is welcome. Well, Marc, we're here."
Javier opened the door for us and I lead the way in. I stopped quickly so that I wouldn't stumble into something.
"They sure keep it dark," I whispered.
"Your eyes will soon adjust," said Javier. "I know my way around, so I'll put my hand on your shoulder and guide you along."
A red light glared brightly. I could make out bottles on glass shelves.
"This booth for two will do. I'll buy the first round. What would you like, Marc?"
"Uh?, something with sloe gin. I want to feel it fast and relax."
"Okay, I'll be right back."
I blinked my eyes to try to see better. A wispy ribbon of cigarette smoke picked up the redness of the light. I heard laughter. I had barely noticed conversations before. And this one was just two tables away near the center.
"Are you kidding darling? I don't have to tell you what I would have done."
"Let me guess. You would have sashayed right up to him and grabbed his package and run your tongue over your rosy botoxed lips?, darling."
"You know it, dearee."
It was the voices of two men, acting rather feminine.
"Here's your drink, Marc. Sorry it took so long," Javier said, and then slide into the booth across from me.
"Oh?thanks. What kind of a bar is this?" I asked.
"It's a gay bar, Marc. I hope you're alright with that."
"A gay bar! Well?I?, I guess it doesn't matter," I stammered."
"Yeah! It's a Gay bar, honey!" came the same voice I'd heard before, only far more loudly. "Who knows, you might get lucky, sweetie."
"Marvin! He's my friend!" said Javier.
"Well lucky you, dear."
"Now cut that out and let us drink in peace," Javier said.
"Did you say you were going to get a piece?"
"That's it! Shut the fuck up!" Javier yelled.
"Pipe down or take it outside!" yelled the husky voice of the bartender.
A few sniggers cut though the reddish haze. Javier turned back to me.
"You haven't touched your drink," said Javier.
"Yeah? Well watch this!" I said, and guzzled the mild liquor that would later hit with a punch. "I fucking needed that. Those guys are talking gay talk, aren't they?" I asked.
"Yes. You might as well know right off that I'm gay. I don't wear it on my sleeve, but I'm not ashamed of it either. Are you okay with that?"
"I?, I don't care one way or the other. I have nothing against gays. I just don't understand what they?, I mean, guys like you do."
"It's not rocket science, Marc. Like the old saying goes, if it feels good do it. Life is too short to worry about what other people think. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with a guy?"
"No. I mean, I have wondered a little. That doesn't make me gay, does it? I mean, I don't think I would ever act upon it," I said nervously.
"But you have wondered about it. If you are, you are. If you're not, you're not.. Of course you could be bi. You've heard of bi, haven't you, Marc? You know?, either or?"
"I get it!" I said, and guzzled the rest of my drink. "I'll buy the next round. What were you having?"
"I'll have the same as the first one you had," said Javier.
I could see much better now, and I noticed a few other guys, mostly in pairs, sitting here and there, and four men on stools at the bar.
"Same as before?" asked the bartender.
"Yes, but two this time."
I anxiously tapped the bar with my fingers, drawing the attention of a man on the stool three stools from me.
"Hi. You're new to this bar, aren't you?" he asked.
"Uh huh," I said, barely looking at him.
"Are you with Javier?"
I was taken by surprise. I wondered how many gay men knew Javier by name?, or maybe even by bed. I had to know.
"Uh, sir?, have you?been with Javier? You know what I mean?"
"Nope. He's too particular. If he doesn't want to be friendly, he should get himself a man and not come here anymore."
"Seven fifty, buddy."
"Oh. Yeah. Keep the ten, bartender."
"Thanks pal."
I gingerly made my way toward our booth in the dim light, being careful not to spill our booze. I noticed two young men standing by our booth and talking to Javier. One looked my way and nudged the other one, and they quickly left. I sat down and leaned across the table.
"Who were those two,?" I asked. "Were they wanting to?, you know?"
"Just old friends, Marc. They were curious about you. Thanks for the drink.
"Oh?, yeah, Javier."
"In addition to being nervous, you act like a jealous man, Marc."
"Jealous! I?, I don't know what you mean." I sputtered.
"You're a nice guy. Innocent as sin, but really nice," Javier said. "I live in a lovely suite only five blocks from here and across from the park. You're not relaxed here. Drinks will be free there. Would you like to get out of this place?"
"That sounds like a good idea. I feel like a square peg in a round hole."
"You just bought us drinks. Can you guzzle a whole one?" he asked.
"It won't be the first time," I said.
I did, and set the glass down a little hard on the tiled surface. It drew attention to me, so I turned quickly toward the door and hurried out. Once outside, I leaned against the building, feeling my booze a little.
"You alright?" asked Javier.
"Just need to breath fresh air. Let's go."
We immediately faced two young men headed to the bar, I thought. They were holding hands as they walked. We stepped aside and they passed sideways, never breaking their hand-hold. I felt desperately alone and was tempted to grab Javier's hand for security. But I didn't. We crossed Royal street and headed across the park. There were a few people walking their dogs, and two young men throwing a football. I was startled when a bicycle whizzed by me just before we started to cross the bicycle path. The booze was really starting to hit.
"See up there?, where plants are on the balcony?" Javier pointed to what must have been the tenth floor. "That's where I live. I have a great view. Let's hurry, Marc."
I was doing good to walk a normal pace. I seldom drink that much that fast. I was glad when we crossed the street in front of his building and entered the lobby. We got on the elevator and zipped to the tenth floor and got off. At door 1017, Javier inserted his key and motioned for me to enter first. The apartment was beautifully furnished. Ultra modern. Great combinations of colors.
"I'll fix us drinks," said Javier. "The couch sits nicely or you can go to the full height windows and take in the view."
I needed to sit down, so I chose the couch. I thought the view of his apartment was nice enough, I didn't need the view. All too soon, Javier handed me the same kind of drink as I had at the bar. Then he sat down rather close to me and pushed off his shoes.
"Relax, my friend. Eighty-six the shoes and the suit coat if you'd like. I'm going to get really relaxed."
Having said that, Javier shed his coat, his shoes, his sox, his tie and even his shirt. I was stunned by how beautiful he was. I knew he was Latino, but I'd never seen such smooth and beautiful skin. Considering my whiteness to be bland, I instantly envied his olive-tan skin.
"Why don't you take off your coat and that choking tie. I hate to wear a tie. And don't feel shy about taking off your shirt. We're two guys, you know. Well, here's to new friends and all that stuff. Let's toss one, Marc."
"Toss one? I'm feeling no pain from having tossed three!"
"Good! That means you're past the threshold of pain," Javier said, and laughed loudly. "So drown the demon, my friend."
When I get this plowed, you can dare me to do most anything and my ego will make me do it. I chugged the damn drink and handed Marc the empty glass. I couldn't get enough of looking at Javier's beautiful color. I made an ass of myself by staring, and it didn't go unnoticed.
"You're not being fair, Marc."
"Huh? About what? Why am I not being fair?Javier?"
"You are enjoying looking at my bare flesh, but you're not letting me see you all bare and beautiful. Here, let me help you with your shirt."
"My shirt? Oh. Yeah, give your buddy a much needed hand."
I had never in my life been undressed by anyone, let alone by a man. But somehow it made me fell good to be waited on like that. I twisted around to make his job easier. The tie was already off.
"And now your pants," said Javier. "You wouldn't want to spill a drink on them, now would you?"
"I wouldn't? Oh?, a drink on my pants. You're right, I guess. Thanks, buddy. Off with the damn pants."
I was stumbling over my words. But I obediently did as he suggested. I was now only wearing underwear and horrible dark gray sox. He was right, I did feel better without cloths. It made me wonder why I didn't do that more often at my place. Then, to my surprise, Javier stood squarely in front of me and unzipped his dress slacks. I sat transfixed as he let them drop to his ankles and then stepped out of them. I was far more surprised when I realized that he was sporting at least a partial erection under his bright red low-rise briefs.
"Drink up, Marc," he said, with a saucy grin. "You're slacking on me. I'm almost ready for the next one."
"No! I mean, I don't think I can handle another drink. I feel a little unstable now."
"Oh! Well I don't want you falling off the couch and break something. On you, I mean."
I felt Javier's one hand reach around my shoulder and grab hold while his other hand steadied my other shoulder. I had the sense to know that I wasn't that drunk, but I willingly let him do it. No one had ever given me this much attention, and I was loving it. My mind strayed back about half an hour. I just had to be sure.
"Javier?, are you really gay?"
"Yes, Marc, I am really gay. Tell me honestly. Do you find me at all attractive physically?"
"Why?I kind of think so. I mean?yes, I do. You are so darn beautiful."
"But you haven't seen all of me, and I haven't seen all of you."
"If you're referring to what is pushing out your underwear, I suppose I haven't. I'm afraid it's making me hoist a boner too."
"Good! We'll have a show and tell. How about hoisting your drink and just relax?"
"Too late. I'm already relaxed."
Javier chuckled at that, although I didn't see what was funny. Before I knew it, he had sit on the couch as close to me as he could get. He pulled me tightly against him.
"Would you like to see the rest of me, Marc?" he whispered, so close that I cold feel his breath on my ear.
I didn't answer. Truthfully, I was dying to see if that huge lump in his underwear was really all him. I wouldn't answer him, but I turned to Javier and smiled broadly. He took his arm from around me and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of is briefs. He raised his butt and pushed them under and down and flipped them off of his foot. I was awe struck.
"Do you like what you see, Marc? Would you like to touch it?"
"I uh?, I've never done such a thing," I stammered.
"I believe in experiencing everything at least once. Try it, Marc."
"It is a beauty. But touch it? I don't know about that," I said in my alcohol induced daze.
"Get nude too or I won't let you do it. Here, I'll help you with that too. Hold your legs out straight."
The thought of being totally nude with another being, especially a man, strangely seemed highly erotic. I didn't even question what I was doing. My pride was now at half staff. It clearly was not as large down there as Javier, but nothing to be ashamed of. His was just plain huge. I couldn't stand it any longer. I just had to touch and feel another man's cock. It was much darker that his body skin, and somehow I liked that too.
I was drawn, like a moth to a flame, to touch and gently skin back the velvety brown sheathing of his perfectly shaped and twitching, begging for attention manhood. My anxious fingers felt the hardness of his underlying, fully engorged cock as I pealed back his foreskin to reveal the moistness, and inhale the rich scent of his male pheromones. The hitherto inconceivable act against nature, now sent pangs of heavenly carnal guilt surging though every nerve in my body, causing me to quake.
Could I do it? Could I lower my head and touch the purple knob of his fat penis with my lips? With my tongue? A pearl of pre-cum oozed out of its pink slit, teasingly, tauntingly, daring me to rake it off with my tongue and taste its delicate sweetness. I had tasted my own many times, so why would his be less delicious, I asked myself.
When Javier laced his long fingers through my hair and gently urged my head downward, he had made my decision for me, for which I was grateful. "Take it, Marc. Own it. Suck on it, buddy," Javier said, in a hot whisper. "If you do, I'll suck you off and swallow every bit of your delicious cum. I bet you've whished you could suck your own cock."
He was right about that. In fact, I could almost tongue it. My resistance no longer existed. I breathed in deeply and opened my mouth wide to receive his big knob and even bigger shaft. When my lips wrapped around Javier's forbidden fruit, a strange eroticism exploded within me, causing me to quake a bit, and at the same time, salaciously crave more of the same, and there was ample more cock for the sucking.
No words could describe how animalistic I felt. The rawness of it. The wrongness of it. But the rightness of it too. I felt like I had been catapulted into a whole new world of hitherto forbidden exotic sex.
"Oh yes, Marc, that feels so good. Take it all, man. Deep throat that hot meat. Lick my balls too. Oh yes, Marc?, do me, buddy."
Javier reached down and tweaked both of my nipples, sending me into a frenzied suck fest. Drool flooded from the corners of my mouth and clung to my chin. I made a concentrated effort to suck all the way down to his lush patch of jet-black pubes. My eyes began to tear. Just a little farther. Yes! I finally got it all in!
"Good man, Marc. You're a great cocksucker, and you didn't even know it."
A sudden rush of lust boiled up in my brain as I began to slowly oscillate back and forth on his awesome affirmation of manhood. I closed my eyes so that I could shut out everything except the warm pulsing flesh I was sucking on. I sped up my action as eroticism exploded in my brain and blocked out all else. I wanted that cock. I wanted his cum. I wanted Javier to fill my mouth with himself. Time didn't exist, so I was surprised when Javier said rather frantically?
"I think you'd better get ready for a blast of man juice. Oh yes! Oh fuck?, yes! Take it, man! Oooooh yes! Ooooh! Awwwwwaahh!"
I felt the warmness of his cum pumping into my mouth and throat. I gagged a bit, but stayed deep on his cum-spewing cock. Javier's cum was even sweeter than my own. He held my head firmly to his groin as he filled my mouth to overflow. The taste of his seeds and the eroticism of it all was bringing me near to a climax. I began to rapidly stroke my cock.
"Stop! I want to suck you off too!" said Javier. "Quick?, change places."
I really wanted to know what a blowjob would feel like, so I stand while Javier sat where I was sitting. He grabbed my hips and drew me up close. I gasped loudly when his mouth glided down my throbbing shaft. My entire essences seemed concentrated in my cock and nuts as if they were the center of the universe, and I was orbiting around them. I had to grab hold of his shoulders to maintain my balance.
With one hand, Javier's fingers reached up and tweaked my nipple hard. His other hand grabbed my balls and twisted. Euphoria fully cloaked me in erotic ecstasy. My moaning grew louder as I began to feel that familiar urge.
"I'm about to blow my wad!" I huffed.
Javier quickly pulled off.
"Shoot in my mouth, Marc, I want every drop of your sweet juices!"
He barely got his mouth back on my raging cock in time to take the first load of thick, gooey seamen. I could hardly believe how many spurts followed before I had finished feeding Javier my entire cache. But he kept sucking until my cock got so sensitive that I had to pull it from his mouth.
I felt weak, and swayed sideways. I felt Javier's hands grab hold of my waist. My knees folded.
When I came to, I was lying beside Javier in his bed. My head was resting on his right arm. My head felt like a train had hit it. I groaned and tried to lift my head.
"Easy, Marc. You must have overdone it?, with the booze, I mean. I already got aspirins and water for you. Raise your head, buddy."
I didn't. I couldn't! I just turned into him and buried my face in his armpit. I don't know how long I slept, but Javier stayed right with me and was holding me close when I woke up. As I lay there in his arms, my eyelids half open, I knew I was changed forever. But I wasn't worried about it. I had just experienced a sexual awakening, and I felt unbelievable contentment. I shifted my head to his hairy chest and sucked on his nipple.
Javier went to work to his new job and left me in his bed to sleep off the worst hangover of my life. I called in sick, of course. At one PM, I showered and went grocery shopping. When Javier got home after work, he was delighted to see that I had cooked. We kissed and sat down to our first meal together.