The New Kid Part 1 By: botpuppy@aol.com
This is not a continuation of a previous story of mine. "The Kid at the Bar", but jack was the main character in that, as he is in this story.
Ok, 12:20. I told him to be there at noon, this is enough time to let him sweat. I left my cubicle and took the elevator to the basement. The light shines dimly under the crack at the door and I go in. I lean back on an old desk, hands on hips and stare at him. He gets down on his knees, unbuckles and un zips me. I look down, eyes narrowed, he gets the message, takes my hands in his and places them on his ears. This is where I turned my back on him and left him yesterday when he objected to my directing him to my balls by his ears.
Jack had been hired a few weeks before I was. He seemed friendly enough, and I was attracted to him from the beginning. He told me about his mastery of gymnastics, the leg injury which put him out of serious competition, all in a very matter of fact way, not at all a blow hard. The gymnastics certainly was obvious, even in a dress shirt, his broad shoulders and arms seeming about to burst free at any minute. His chest was broad, pecs bulging and a narrow waist. Long fat fingers and big hands still caloused from gripping the pommel and the rings as well as his body weight completed a perfect picture for a boy watcher like me.
I need to be careful, I am sure that a gay would not be welcome in this firm, and I took pains to appear as straight as the other guys and I thought I was pulling it off. But after a few weeks, I began to realize that Jack was not fooled. It all began harmlessly, with him stopping in my cubicle in the morning to talk about the game last night or the other trivia that straight guys and es pecially jocks will do. I would usually be at my computer terminal and he would punch my arm playfully in a good morning gesture. later on, he would put his big hands on my shoulders as if to knead them loose. I loved the feel of his strong hands on me and I would turn to smile without breaking his grip. A week of this and I was beginning to feel pretty tense. My dick would harden when he touched me and I longed to be able to go further with this, my wishful thinking telling me this was foreplay.
Next morning I was looking forward to Jack's visit as I was walking to work. I passed a Starbucks and decided to treat him with a double latte. He wasn't in the office when I arrived, so I fired up my computer and got to work. He came in as usual, just standing close behind me till I felt his prescence. Hi Jack, there's a latte for you in your cubicle, my treat, and resumed entering the data into my terminal. He put his big paw on my cheek and turned me around a quarter turn and then I felt it. His arrogant prick was hard against my cheek and I felt his body heat. It was a risky move, our cubicles don't allow much privacy, but I began to move my head back and forth. He played with my earlobe a little and I was taking deep breaths to get my pulse rate down to normal. A pat on my cheek told me that my fantasy was over, at least for now.