This is a fictional story about a guy I met at work. It is fictional, but definitely a fantasy. Enjoy! ____________________________________________________________________________
Meeting Joey Again - By Bobby Jameson Part 1 I had just started a new job as the boss and I was a bit nervous. I knew some of the employees, having been with the company for about 20 years but in a different division. On my first day, I met a young man I knew from when I first started. He came up to me and said, "Hi Mr. Jameson. I haven?t seen you in a long time." I said, "Joe! Is that you?" I knew Joe when he was just 14 and started in the company as a part-timer cleaning around the office and such. He had grown into a very tall 33 year old young man. He dressed in baggy jeans and old, heavy-metal band t-shirts. He also walked with a bit of a slow limp/slide kind of move and had half-moon shaped scars on each side of his head. It was then that I recalled running into him at a corner store in a nearby town when he was about 16 and him telling me that he had to have some sort of surgery.
Joe and I were talking and I asked him what he had been up to. He said that he had a 9 year old child named Samara and was trying to be the best dad he could. He never married the girl?s mom who left them for a woman when the child was young. We talked for about 20 minutes and then went our separate ways.
Over the next few weeks or so, I would see Joe a few times a day. We started exchanging basic pleasantries, chat for a few minutes and then say our goodbyes. We then started talking for longer amount of times about our families. He told me about his daughter, Samara, and how everything he did in life was for her happiness. I told him about my grown family and what my adult children were up to. We started giving each other a simple "bro hug" when we parted ways. On our meet up just before our long Christmas weekend break, I wished Joe a Merry Christmas and he reciprocated. We did your little hug and it lasted longer than usual. Our cheeks actually touched and he gave me a quick kiss on my cheek and we went our ways. For the next four days, that simple kiss on the cheek had me thinking. Was Joe interested in me? Did he like to explore? It did give me some excellent masturbatory fantasies over the next four days to keep me quite busy.
On Christmas Eve, I was on social media and noticed that Joe was asking for a ride to an electronics store about 5 miles away from the town we worked in. I answered him via private message that I was going out to do some last minute shopping and would be happy to pick him up on my way. He gave me his address and I told him that I would be there in about 20 minutes. I then asked him for his cell number so I could text him when I arrived. He sent me his number and I headed out. I was there in no time. I texted him and he came out right away and hopped in the car. He greeted me with "Hey there Mr. Jameson. Thanks for the ride." I asked him to call me Bob or Bobby. He said that he would try. We talked as I drove and arrived at the store in no time. Our shopping spree was quick and easy and we were back at his apartment in about 45 minutes. As I said good night and went to shake his hand, I noticed that Joe hesitated and seemed to almost reach over for a 'hug' but I was too late. Joe exited the car and I left. Again, I thought, "Is there some interest? I hope so."
That night I lay in bed thinking about Joe and imagining a different scenario of our shopping spree. I imagined that on the way back to the apartment Joe asked me if I wanted to come up and play some video games. I answered him with a quick yes and when we got to his apartment, I followed him upstairs. He had a very small apartment with only one bedroom and a pull-out couch. I imagined that we sat on the couch and Joe brought us a few beers as we sat and talked. After our 3rd beer, I asked him where the bathroom was. He said, ?Down the hall on the left.? I stood up and headed there. When I got there, I realized that I was a bit buzzed and that I had better slow down. I did my business and headed back to the couch. When I came into the living room, behind Joe, I saw him adjusting his cock in his pants. When I sit back down on the couch, I sit closer to him and ask for another beer. Joe reaches over and hands me a beer. As he does, I grab his hand, remove the beer and intertwine my fingers in his. He stares at our two hands and slowly raises his eyes to mine. Now, being in bed naked, I've been slowly stroking my 6 inch hard cock dreaming about just holding Joe's hand when suddenly I shoot my load all over my chest and belly. It's been a while since I shot such a big load and I didn't even get a chance to think about Joe's lips or beard or cock! I slept very well that night and couldn't wait to see Joe the next week.