The following story is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This is fiction. Do not forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got condom?
"Muscle Jocks For Domination" 05 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Steve, I'm on my break, want to go for a coffee and `muffin'?"
"Ugh. Don't even mention that word, Jake!"
"Hee hee... so, what did Verraros lay on you?"
Fibbing, Steve replied, "Nothing much. Just a good bawling out for being late and a `never-to-do-it-again'. That's all."
"Whew! You got off easy, then."
"Meaning?"
"Um, nothing," Jake replied, peculiarly.
Steve wondered if Jake went through what he went through. He wasn't sure whether to pry. Then he remembered a famous quote his grandfather always was telling him, but couldn't remember who originally said it; `he who hesitates is lost'.
"What do you mean by nothing, Jake?"
"Never mind. It's not important, Steve."
But it was important to Steve. As if refreshing a browser, Steve's balls refreshed the thoughts of a few minutes ago.
Provoking an explanation, Steve said sarcastically, but in a joking mood, "Well if you can't explain it, then you shouldn't have brought it up, Jake!"
"Forget it, Steve. Forget I mentioned it, okay?" Jake replied, storming off.
To himself, looking up at the lights decrease in floor numbers, Steve said to himself, `Well don't have a cow, man!' Stepping inside, he pressed the button for the third floor. Realizing none of the other floors had been chosen and he resided alone, Steve shifted the laptop to his side. His other hand reached for his sensitive center.
Oooooooooh!' He sighed, his fingers cupping his balls and his palm rubbing his semi-soft erection. Can't wait to get you home,' Steve talked' to his own cock and balls, as if to another man. Oh shit!' he realized. Continuing on, in solo conversation, `I've got to get with Verraros tonight!'
The door opening automatically, Steve left the elevator. Upon passing the men's jon, on his way to his office, he back-stepped three paces. Looking around, as if planning a lewd act, he looked both ways, then ducking into the jon. `Oh great! Nobody else here!'
Into one of the stalls Steve let himself, closing the door behind himself, setting his laptop down next to the toilet. Taking his dress jacket off, he hung it on the hook on the back of the stall door. As if stressed to piss, he hurriedly unbuckled his belt, unzipped, a higher pitched sound than the casual unfastening a half hour before, he let his dress pants drop to the floor. He lost his balance, in his haste to push his briefs down below his knees. However, nothing was of more dire straights than to get his hand working on his cock. In no time, Steve had his 8.5c in stiff working order. He stroked it like the hammers of hell, his hand strumming the barrel. In no time he was screaming profanities, as rope after rope of cum strewn from his piss slit.
"I thought I sent you back to your office, Steve!"
"Huh? Oh shit!" He shouted out, turning to see Mr. Verraros looking over the top of the stall.
Still in the emptying out stages, his balls continued to unload, sending loose ends of his cum out, onto his laptop case and the floor.
"Oh shit!" Steve called out again. "Oh damn!" He continued to curse out the event, as he put his hand over the head, causing the remnants of the cloudy liquid to spurt into his hand.
"Steve, you disappoint me. Here, you're supposed to be in your office..."
"I know..."
"Working and instead, on company time, you're enjoying some sexual gratification?"
"I'm sorry. I know... oh damn!"
All Verraros could assess the situation as, is, "Steve, get yourself cleaned up and get back to your office. We'll talk about this tonight."
As Steve looked over the stall door, to watch Verraros leave, hand still holding his slimy, deflated shaft, he saw the exec stop for a moment, writing something down.
`Oh fuck! Am I in deep shit!'
Even though he didn't have to take a crap, Steve fell to the toilet seat, as if relaxing in an armchair. Drawing a long cue of toilet tissue, he began cleaning up the sticky mess. Fuck! Why does this stuff have to be so damn sticky?' With final attention given to himself, in the mirror above the sink, Steve was ready to finally report to his first official duty of the day. Damn! It's almost time to head to the gym!' Instead, Steve stayed in his office, while Rick headed out for their `time share' at the company gym.
"Sure you don't want to come, Steve?"
"Do I have a choice, Rick? Look at this stack of paperwork!"
"I could stay and help you, Steve?"
"No. You go along Rick. Thanks anyway."
With a smile at each other, Rick departed. Steve put his nose to the grindstone, buckling down to his task of completing information. Taking his laptop out, he found some undone duty. On the outside of the case, still some wet cum resided.
Hmm...' he said to himself, smiling. Looking around, as if there would be someone peering at him, Steve bent over and put his tongue on the spot where the cum had flung from his dick. Damn!' He said to himself, picking up more of the taste of the case than the sweet, salty taste of his cum!
Oh well!' He resigned, opening his laptop and pressing the button on. Nothing happened. He pressed it again. Nothing happened, again. Dammit! What the fuck else is going to happen today?' Putting his elbow on the desk, his chin saddled in it, he thought about his whole day squeezed into one morning.
Right away Steve began cooling his engines, thinking of meeting Raavi. Smiles began to relax his pent up attitude, when he thought of how Raavi's handsome looks, how they hit it off so well and as Verraros put it, his `friend'. Then after, recalling his event with Raavi, Steve jumped into first gear, where the nightmare started with Rick meeting him at the entrance to the building.
It's then that Steve sunk into a daydream. His memory shot right to the part where he and Verraros remained alone. Instead of backing off of the exec's cock, Steve's fantasy took him to fruition, swallowing every drop of Verraro's ball-juices. After the sweet part, came the harsh part. The daydream-nightmare. He fantasized being stripped to the buff, leaning over the mahogany board members table. He woke out of his moments of fantasy when the belt came pounding across his ass. `Oh shit!' he called out.
Backing his chair away from his desk, Steve's hand told him that he had another erection, but worse, pre-cum leaked not only through his briefs, but his dress pants. `Now what the fuck do I do?'
Kleenex didn't cut it. Steve had an idea. Getting up from his desk, he went to the closet. Finding the small desk fan, he placed it on his desk. After plugging it in, stood with his crotch even with the propellers. Soon cool air was blowing on his crotch.
"What the hell, Steve?"
"Oh Rick. Hi," Steve replied, a wide grin on his face. "I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing?"
Closing the door behind him, gym bag in hand, Rick replies, "Um, trying to make ice cubes out of your balls?"
"Funny, Rick.. hee hee.. Back from the gym early, huh?"
"Changing the subject, Steve?"
"Yeah. So, how come you're not still working out?"
"I thought I would come back and give you a hand."
"Um, and how do you mean that, Rick?"
Hands on hips, giving Steve a smirk, Rick replies, "How do you think I mean it?"
Putting all the sexual connotations to rest, Steve replies, "Glad you came back," switching off the fan and setting it aside, "Look, something's wrong with my laptop. It wouldn't turn on."
"Probably dead battery. Did you try plugging it in?"
"Um... no?"
Rick rolled his eyes, then laughed.
"I don't know, Steve. If I didn't like you so much...."
"I like you too, Rick."
"Give me three of your accounts and then you try getting your laptop to work."
"Oh goodie! You're going to help me."
"Yeah, but let's not make a habit of this, okay Steve?"
"But I thought you liked me, Rick?"
"I do."
"How much?"
"Not enough to go to bed with you Steve, okay?"
"Oh now that hurt, Rick."
"Steve, do you want to go to bed with me?"
"Um, I wouldn't mind it, but I know that you're not that type of guy, so I wouldn't ask Rick."
"Thanks. All kidding aside, Steve. I am thankful to you for getting me this job and showing me the ropes and...well, I do owe you a lot and I do like you a lot Steve."
As a an act of loving, but in the friendship sense, Rick puts his arms around Steve and hugs him for a few seconds of company time.
"There, now where's those accounts."
"Geesh, Rick. That's `all' you love me?"
"Fuck you too, Steve!"
"Anytime, Rick, anytime!"
As Steve worked at getting his laptop up and running, he began to draw off of Rick's comments. Plus the fact of his tight little tush hanging out the back of his swivel chair provoked him into another erotic daydream. In this version, Rick had him stripped down, bent over his desk and was fucking hell out of him.
"Steve, what's this mean here? Steve? Yo! Earth to Steve!"
"Oh sorry.. um what, Rick?"
Rolling his eyes, Rick got up from his chair, paper in hand. Good thing for Steve that he was sitting, his desk hiding his lap.
"What does this mean here?"
"Oh that. When I was processing the order, I called the client. I gave them ninety days, instead of the usual sixty."
"Whoa, you're kidding?"
"Why? What's wrong with that, Rick?"
"Well, I'll only tell you this because I care about you Steve, but Jack Dunkirk did the same thing and I heard Verraros blasting his ass for doing it."
"Hmm... was Verraros using his cock?"
With a frustrated manner, Rick says, "Look Steve, if you don't give a fuck, then forget I mentioned it. I'm only trying to help cover your ass. If you don't want to...."
"No. Hold it... hold it, Rick. I'm sorry. I do value your opinions and yeah, thanks for letting me know about Jack. I wouldn't do it again."
"Well okay. Sorry I got upset with you."
"No problem Rick." Then being coy, Steve asks, "Just please don't give me any demerits! Hee hee.."
"Oh, so you know already then, Steve?"
"Know what?"
Now it was Rick's turn to have egg on his face!
"Know what, Rick?"
"Um, never mind."
"No, you were going to tell me something."
"I can't just yet."
"What? I thought we're buddies, Rick. But.. okay, if you can't tell me, I understand."
Steve went back to checking out the upstart of his laptop, as Rick sat down at his desk. However something now irked Rick and he couldn't set his mind on his figuring.
Standing once more, same spot as before, he says, "Steve, you've gotta promise you wouldn't tell a soul until it's official. Even after it's official you can't tell anyone. In fact, after the news is made official you can't tell anyone you knew about it ahead of time."
"You're pregnant?"
"Steve, don't make this any harder than it is?"
Regardless of the additional cum stains on his suit pants, as a result of the `Rick-fuck-fantasy', Steve got up from his desk. Not even concerned if Rick saw it or not, he walked around his desk.
Placing both hands on Rick's shoulders, he tried to comfort, "Like you said, Rick. We have this special relationship. As much as sometimes I've wished it had been sexual, to some degree... well that's not meant to be and I can respect that. But I still do care about you Rick and whatever you have to say, I can keep it confidential. However, if you don't want to tell me, I can respect that too and no hard feelings."
Seeing the frankness and seriousness in Steve's confession, Rick threw in a bit of humor.
"Hard feelings, Steve? How do you mean that?"
"You want to fuck me, Rick?"
"Noooooo!"
"Hee hee... I know. So?"
"I want to tell you Steve. I've been carrying this around for like a month now and if I don't tell you, somebody I can trust, then I'll spill it to one of the other guys."
"I swear not to tell a living soul, Rick."
"Okay. Cool. What I wanted to share with you is that I'm getting a promotion."
"But you've only been with the company for six months. Why, I've been here going on....."
Rick's chin sunk to his chest. Steve quickly shut up.
"I didn't know how to tell you Steve. I... I didn't want to hurt you."
It's now, by his childish manner in dealing with the news, instead of an adult manner, that Steve saw the wrong in his own approach.
"Look, I'm not hurt."
"You should be. All that you've done for me Steve. It should be you working with Verraros, not me."
"Um, and how would that go, you working with Verraros?"
"That's another part that's going to be tough as hell, Steve. I know I can be a boss to any of the other guys, but...."
A moment of pause, then Steve adds, "And you'll make a fine boss, Rick. I know you will and don't worry about me. Hey, if we can't get along, you can just fire me!"
"Steve, can we be real for once?"
Unknowingly to Rick, Steve was being real. It hadn't been by chance that he had picked up Rick at the gay bar. Sure, at first it was his incredibly good looks, but then through conversation and a few dates, he really began liking Rick. Of course, he found it difficult to accept that Rick only wanted friendship and not a full blown love affair. But still, being the kind of guy he is, he overlooked that little detail and put his name in at the personnel office, when his office partner left.
"Sorry. Things will work out. I know they will, Rick."
"Are you okay with this Steve? I don't want to do anything to jeopardize our friendship."
"Sure I'm okay with it. We'll have to go out and celebrate. Wow! I can't believe you're going to be my boss!"
"Actually, Verraros' assistant, so it wouldn't be like I'm in charge of hiring and firing."
"How about keeping up the moral?"
"Um, you get that laptop working yet, Steve?"
Both went back to their labors.
"Dammit!" Steve said, swatting the laptop. "Hey! It worked!"
Working laboriously, Rick stopping for a few questions, the two put a dent in Steve's work load.
"Hey thanks for helping me, Rick," Steve said, closing up his laptop, putting it back in the carrying case.
"No problem. That's what friends are for, Steve."
"Um, I gotta be running."
"Yeah, we better get a move on it. Verraros will have our heads if we're late and you, for twice in one day Steve, I don't know if that will go over too big."
"Um, I told Verraros I needed to leave at 2:45 and he said okay."
"Hmm... aren't you the special guy?"
"What makes you say that?"
"Not being there on time...."
"Rubbing it in already, boss?"
"As I was saying, you didn't hear O'Hanlon ask to miss the meeting this afternoon and Verraros blew his top."
"But, didn't Verraros schedule the meeting because of me taking up the whole morning meeting from... you know?"
Smiling, Rick replies, "On man, I didn't think of that. He used that as part of his plot to humiliate you. All of us, except you knew that there was a meeting at three."
"That son-of-a-bitch!"
However, Rick thought it funny and started to laugh. Steve saw the humor in it and likewise cracked up.
"Oh that bastard! Yeah, he got me good, didn't he?"
"I'll say. Nice of you to be a good sport about it, Steve."
"No harm done. You would think he humiliated me enough, getting all the other digs in."
"That's just part of the way Verraro thinks. In reality, you know he cares about every man in that room and wants each of us guys to turn out well, succeed and be better men than what we are?"
Rick's little speech gave Steve greater insight into the reasons for the way Verraro acted in the private, one on one meeting with him. In fact, Steve had to think about the way in which Verraro talked down to him, got him to touch his cock with his mouth, how he sensed that he could make him react to everything he proposed, right to the point of telling him to live with it or take a hike.
"Yeah, you're right Rick," Steve conceded to the twenty-six year old.
"Thanks Steve, for going along with everything. Like I said, I owe you a... I...."
Standing there at the office door, Steve's hand on the knob ready to turn, Rick places his hand over Steve's, halting the turning. Placing his laptop case on the floor, he uses the hand to turn Steve's cheek. Their lips meet.
"Thanks, Steve."
"No. Thank you!"
"And Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't think I would mind very much going to bed with you."
"No thanks," Steve replied.
Later he would feel like kicking himself!
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Continued.....
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.