Dear Readers: This is the 2nd installment of my story "Office Fantasy". My first chapter was a real situation that I dream maybe could be a reality, but this and any future installments are pure fiction. The usual disclaimers apply. Please be safe!
Chapter 2
Vic and I parted company as we both headed to our respective rides home. I have to park 3 blocks away in a public garage since peons don't get to park in the company-owned garage. Because it's so hot, I once again think with some disdain about our upper management and how lucky they are. The waiting list for people on my level is about a mile long. As I'm walking to my car, I suddenly get to worrying about what took place upstairs just minutes ago. I can still smell his dick on my hand. What did I get myself into? I wonder. I take some comfort in knowing that at least I played safe, but am not so sure that the office is the best place for this. Ah, Jesse, no point in getting paranoid, man!
The weekend is the typical father/husband weekend. I put the encounter with Vic out of my mind as much as I could. Naturally, I share the experience online with my best friend, who I met on the internet. He lives in another city, but in a similar situation as I am. We both like guys. Since he works in HR, he rags on me about playing at work. I assure him that I'm being careful. Vic is a contractor, anyway, but I see his point. Nah, Vic would never turn me in on a sexual harrassment charge, I think. After all, he was a willing participant!
Monday finally rolls its ugly self in, and it's time to get back to work. I arrive at the office and get my computer powered up, as usual. There's nothing exciting in my email box, which isn't unusual for a Monday. Just the typical company shit that you have to delete. I turn on my company-built Instant Message program, and as soon as it's up, my boss comes out of his office with a very stern look on his face. Like a cowering dog in front of a scolding master, I internally wilt. Oh god, I think, he KNOWS.
"Jesse, would you please come into my office?" Daniel states, then stalks back to his desk. Being a second line manager, Dan has one of the rare hard-walled offices with a door. As I enter, he says "Close the door please." I take a seat in front of his desk, feeling that familiar sinking feeling that I was dead meat.
"Jesse, there's something serious I need to talk to you about." (I gulp.) He goes on to say that one of my coworkers just suffered a family tragedy and will be out of the office for at least a week or two. Looking concerned on the outside, I'm jumping with relief and joy on the inside that I'm not in trouble! Dan asks me if I'd take on the responsibilities for awhile until Joe gets back and can get back up to speed on things. I eagerly accept the assignment! Dan also asks me to keep quiet until he can tell the whole team. I say that I understand and walk out of his office on a cloud.
On the way back to my cube, I see Vic walking toward his. I smile and give a friendly wave, but he just looks away and continues on. Odd, I think. Shrugging, I get back to work, not giving it too much thought. Vic isn't very expressive, I recall. After all, you've spent weeks making eye contact with no hint of what he was thinking!
I work though the day, trying to stay awake at my desk as I trudge through the work. I have a lot to do now, so I decide I better work a little late. After notifying the wife, I dig in to get some things done. I know Vic's heard me call home, so maybe we'll have yet another chance to have some fun!
(oh how I love it when things work out.)
Around 6:30pm, I decide I've had enough. Ironically, Vic's managed to work as late, also. It's not unusual, and he spent a good part of the day on conference calls. Being a project manager sure does mean a lot of meetings!
I get up and stretch, and wanted to go over and talk to him. I know everyone's gone, so there's no risk. For the second time today I'm as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I hate being nervous. I walk around to his cubicle. He hears me coming, so he jumps up and walks down the other way, heading toward the bathroom. But he did it in an angry sort of way. By now, I'm very confused. I shrug and decide to follow him.
I enter the bathroom. There are two stalls, then the three urinals (with partitions, dammit!) and then the other two stalls, the location of our first encounter. This time, Vic is at one of the outer urinals of the three. I take the other one (leaving the middle open, as is socially expected). I stand there, suddenly realizing that I DO have to pee. I glance over, and see Vic staring at the wall in front of him, as if willing the tiles to move. I wrap up my peeing, and stand there, not sure of what he wants to do. Finally, he quickly zips up, flushes, and walks away to the sink area. Dammit, I think. So I do the same. I get over there as he's drying his hands on the paper towels. As I'm washing my hands, I nervously say "hey, what's up." He says a brief "hello" and walks (or stalks?) out of the bathroom. OK, now I'm really confused. Is this the same man who said he'd like to PLAY?
By now, I'm angry and confused, and...hurt? Wow...that's a revelation! I walk back toward our cubicle area and decide to confront him. I arrive at his "doorway" as he's packing up for the night.
"Uh, Vic what's up man? Have I done something wrong?"
Through clenched teeth, he replies "Leave...me...alone." and storms out, heading toward the elevator.
Feeling as if I just swallowed a large ice cube, I walk back to my office in a daze. What happened over the weekend, I wonder? After a few minutes, my phone rings and it's my wife asking if I'm ever coming home. I tell her I'm leaving the office now, and head for the elevators.
By the time I descend to the lobby level, I've made up my mind that it was over, and a one time thing. I can handle that, I decide. But MAN did I want to take things further with him. On a whim, I decide to go out the back exit, hoping that maybe I'd run into him and ask him to please tell me why he was so upset. Sure enough, he's standing outside the door, having a smoke. He sees me walk through the revolving door, and throws his cigarette down in disgust.
"Why the hell are you following me?!" he demands harshly.
Stammering like a damned fool, I finally squeak out "I just want to know what's wrong. On Friday..."
"Fuck Friday!" he cuts me off. "Look, what happened up there happened, and that's it. Now if you don't leave me alone, I'm going to kick the shit out of you!"
"But..." I start, which causes him to push against my chest and slam me against the granite side of the building.
"Jesse", he says again through clenched teeth, "go....away!"
Vic stalks off, leaving me with tears welling up in my eyes. I'm a peaceful kind of guy, and to be handled like that is always hard for me to deal with.
Standing there in shock, I watch him shrink in the distance as he walks to his car. It's not so much that I was in love with him or anything, but I really thought I had found a friend. Two, maybe three tears actually fall, then I realize that I'm standing in downtown with a darkening sky. I turn to walk around the building, and out from the shadow steps a tall figure. He walks over to me as I hastily wipe my face.
"Got a bit of trouble there, guy?" he asks. I study his face in the streetlight. In front of me is standing a most beautiful man. I give him a quick once-over glance, and what I see I like, but of course, I'm in no mood for that right now.
"Yeah, uh...no....no trouble at all. Just a disagreement."
"Bullshit", the handsome stranger says. "I overheard you, and from what I heard, it sounds like a lover's spat."
I feel anger tinge my cheeks a little. "Who are YOU, the love police?" Oh god, did I really just SAY that?
He chuckles and flashes me a beautiful smile. Oh MAN this guy is HOT. "No, buddy, I'm not. I just sort of could tell something's up with that guy. OK, look, I've been there, ok?" he says as he meets my gaze with one of my eyebrows raised.
He introduces himself as Mark and I return the favor of my name as well. I remembered seeing his company ID hooked on his belt, so I knew he also worked in the building. He asks if I have time for a drink, but I tell him that I need to get home. He asks where I park, and I tell him. Mark then offers to walk with me, and frankly, I'm ok with that (well, DUH, right?) since it is getting dark and muggers have been known to come around. I accept with the returned offer to drive him back to his car.
"Actually, I park over there, too." Suddenly I did remember a day in the garage elevator and seeing Mark in there as we rode to the street level in silence. I could have sworn that day I saw him looking at my crotch. We walked over the to the parking garage, talking about Vic.
"I just don't know what I did", I explained, after describing what went on in the bathroom. Mark sighed and said "Look, some guys think they want to play around with cock, and then they do, and the next thing you know, the guilts hit, and then it's all over. I think he's probably dealing with the guilt, you know?"
"Yeah," I said "but the weird part is we came downstairs and both agreed to be mutual partners. I don't know."
We arrived at the garage and took the stairs up to the Blue Level. We laughed as we both realized we're parked almost in the same place. We walked to his car (which was closer than mine) and he said "Jesse, are you sure you're ok? I mean, do you want to talk a few more minutes?" I shrugged and said "I don't know. I should get home." "Come on, Jesse, just a few more minutes?" He unlocked his doors by the doo-dad on the keyring, and I got into the passenger side. I sat there, looking out the windshield.
"Jesse," he whispered (why, i don't know) "I know you just went through something back there, but the truth is, I've been watching you, and I just hoped..." he stopped, suddenly shy. I glanced over, and my eyes must have gotten wide at the sight of him squeezing his cock through his khaki pants with his left hand. Incredulous, I also noticed a band of gold on his ring finger.
I whisper, "Are you married too?"
"Yeah," he replies. Giving me a look of lust. Wow, his eyes are so blue, I notice. My mouth goes dry as I ask "To a guy or a girl?" "A woman" he answers. Seeing my hesitation, he quickly adds "I don't do this all the time, I just want you to know. I just happen to enjoy "being" with a guy sometimes."
I wipe my hands nervously on my pants. "I don't know, Mark. I don't want you to get all freaked out on me like Vic did."
"Jesse, I don't do this all the time, but I'm hardly a virgin at it either. I'm careful about who I play with. I mean, I feel like I can trust that you're healthy and clean, and I can assure you that I'm the same. In fact, it's been six years since my last experience with a guy."
My lack of self-esteem and self-worth kicks in as I say "Why me? I'm not all that great looking, or have the most terrific body...and we just met!"
Mark stops fonding himself and looks down at the steering wheel. Great, I think, I hurt his feelings too. Boy am I a pip. "Well, I just would like to be better friends first, I guess" I say. He looks over at me and gives a slight grin. "Well, Jesse, I think we could become friends. Look, can we just show each other?"
I grin back. "THAT, I can do." I look nervously around, but our level of the garage is pretty much empty. Hopefully there aren't any cameras, but Mark's Alero has tinted windows anyway. I unzip my pants and drag out my stiffening cock. Geez, that thing has a mind of its own, I think. Mark does the same, and we sort of stroke ourselves lightly, each looking at the other man's equipment.
"Nice", Mark says breathlessly. I return a similar compliment. Tentatively, Mark reaches over and strokes the top of my cock. After a few seconds a drop of precum wells up from the tip. I finally give up my last bit of resistance and reach over and grasp his throbbing hard on as well. Oh he feels so good! It's hot and throbbing, and pulsing a little bit as I slide my finger tips up and down his shaft.
Mark moans in response, and says (almost desperately) "Can I please suck it?" Grimacing, I say to him "I'm sorry...I can't. I mean, I just met you...I don't know..." "OK, Jesse, I won't push it. I just would love to taste your meat."
"Mark, maybe sometime in the future, ok? I just can't take any risks."
"OK, Jess, is this ok, though?" I nod and grin in response. "Will you jack me off?" he asks. "Sure", I reply.
Mark lets go of my dick and slides his khakis and boxers from under his ass and down over his knees. He leans back in the seat, giving me a wonderful view of his lower abs and thighs...my favorite thing to see around a dick! I turn in my seat so I can use my right arm, my cock pressed against my stomach, not thinking about how the tip is against my shirt. I slowly start to jack his dick, with a smooth up and down motion. He lifts his shirt, giving me a better view of his stomach, which is smooth except for a single trail of hair. His dick is leaking precum over my hand as I continue to work it. I feel a familiar pulsing in his dick as he's moaning. Glancing around to make sure the garage gestapo isn't on their way (and they're not) I tighten my grip just slightly and become more vigorous in my pounding. His breathing is fast, and he's turning his head from side to side. Suddenly, a burst of cum spurts forth from his hard cock, landing just where his rib cage stops. Several more burst forth as his legs tense up in an orgasm, his back arching as much as the car seat allows. I continue to stroke him lightly as he comes down from his orgasm high, smiling the most adorable bedroom smile. "Oh Jess", he says. "That was fantastic."
I smile at him, then suddenly I'm acutely aware of a wet spot on my shirt, just above my navel. "FUCK!" I say. "My wife's going to see this!" My own dick softens in a hurry, trailing precum right down my front. "Dammit!" I exclaim. Panic sets in as I realize that I'm going to have to come up with a good reason. Mark looks at me, concerned. "Don't worry, man, just tell her you were jackin' in the restroom and got a little on the shirt."
I think about that...it could work. "I better get home, Mark...I'm very late."
"OK, Jesse. Thanks man! I'll see ya sometime, ok? Maybe we can do lunch?"
"Yeah, that'd be great" I say half-heartedly. I walked again in the third stupor of the day to my car and began the drive home, hoping that I didn't yet again fuck up my life.
To be continued??
I don't know where this is going, or where it will go if I continue it. I don't even know why I made Vic change his attitude. Comments are welcomed...flames will be ignored completely (not that I got any on chapter 1!)
Thanks to all who wrote from chapter 1! I appreciated the compliments. I'm an amateur writer, so suggestions are welcome, too! I also have one story under "College" called "Suitemate Fantasy". Check it out! :)