Organization: U.S. Library of Erotica
The following story contains descriptions of male/male sexual relationships, please do read any further if you ar underage or would be offended by such material.
Business Affairs by Johnson Cox
It was a few minutes before 5:00 pm, and the bar was just starting to fill up. The thin trails of smoke that drifted towards the ceiling were only a hint of the haze that would form once Happy Hour was in full swing. The murmurs of those already there were not yet enough to drown out the tinkle of ice in glasses or the soft rock coming through the sound system. There were still empty stools now, but it wouldn't be long before the place would be filled to capacity.
Drew Rawlings sat on a corner stool, sipping a cold beer, keeping an eye on the entrance. He had left work early to make sure he would be in that spot at that time. He was waiting to meet someone, even though that someone didn't know he would be waiting. He had finally come to a decision. Today would be the day that he would confront the man who had been the object of his fantasies for the last three months. As the after-work crowds filled the bar, Drew started to feel anxious. His fantasy man usually was one of the first in at Happy Hour, drinking two drinks while he smoked a cigarette, occasionally flipping through papers before heading back out. Drew drank more of his beer, sitting up straighter on his stool so he could still see the entrance to the bar. As the noise and smoke levels grew, Drew's mind drifted back to his first encounter with West Bennett.
Drew worked in the big office building across the street from the bar where he now sat. He was twenty-eight and had been working for about eight months for a company that was expanding its market to include the Internet. Drew was hired to head that effort. Work was booming and the pace was oftentimes very hectic. Drew had decided to use his lunch hours to take a daily run. The wxercise served to relieve the work-related tension as well as keep him in shape.
One afternoon, he was late coming back from his run. The activity coupled with the August heat were like a double whammy soaking his tanktop and running shorts, molding them to his body. As he entered the building, the cold from the air conditioning chilled him causing his nipples to become prominent throught the wet cotton. He jogged through the lobby, noticing the doors closing on one of the elevators. He shouted for someone to hold the elevator, and sprinted through the doors - right into one of the finest men he had ever seen.
West Bennett was on the elevator, one hand holding back the door, the other holding a briefcase. When Drew jumped through the doors, his hot, sweaty body fell into West knocking the briefcase to the ground. Drew dropped to his knees, red from embarrassment and exertion, picking up papers while apolozing in a breathless, flustered voice. He gathered up all the paperwork and the case and stood up to find himself looking into a pair of eyes that left him speechless. They were the deepest blue he had ever seen. Wordlessly, he handed everything over, now wrinkled and sweat stained. West was too stunned by Drew's appearance to be really annoyed over the mess of his paperwork. He kept his expression blank as he viewed the young man before him. He couldn't help but notice the hardening bulge hugged by the sodden running shorts, and the nipples pointing at him through the tanktop. Damp curls fell into Drew's light brown eyes, and his firm arms and legs glistened under a sheen of sweat. West found himself getting a little breathless. The elevator bell sounded, breaking the moment, and the doors opened on West's floor. He excused himself and got off of the elevator and the doors closed behind him. Drew leaned against the back of the elevator, his mind filled with the memory of those blue eyes, the wavy, dark hair graying slightly at the temples, the trimmed musctache, and the hardness of the body he had bumped beneath the tailored charcoal suit. He adjusted himself inside his shorts, thinking that not only was he late, but he seriously needed a cold shower.
Drew then spent the next three months trying to run into that man again. He knew who he was, but that had been his first up close encounter, and now he wanted to know more about him. He casually solicited information from the secretaries. He had known the man's name was Weston Bennett, that he was VP in the accounting department, and had one of the corner offices on the ninteenth floor. He found out that West was forty-five and had been with the firm for almost fifteen years. He usually adhered to a certain work schedule: coming into the office very early, but trying to leave by five most evenings. No one seemed to know much about his personal life - he didn't seem to socialize often with people from work. The only social tidbit was that he regularly frequented the bar across the street. Drew found several opportunities to pass West in the hall or share an elevator, but never got up the nerve to initiate conversation. The two men would just nod in passing, but each time Drew's palms would sweat and his heart would beat a little faster. A few times when they happened to meet as Drew was leaving or returning from his run, he thought he noticed the older man's gaze linger on his skimpily clad body. Drew was in the habit of staying at his computer at work until way after five, but on this day he decided it was time to see if he could make a wet dream come true.
It was 5:25 and still West hadn't shown up. Drew decided to drink one more beer and then head home. He drank it slowly, now only half-heartedly watching the entrance. He had a slight buzz from the beers and a slight hardon from the sexual anticipation he had built over his possible confrontation with West. The combination fueled a pleasurable fantasy in Drew's mind about how the meeting in the bar could unfold.
Drew would be sitting on the stool, wearing his running clothes. Sweat drying from his body as he took long swallows from a cold bottle of beer. A deep voice would suddenly rumble in his ear. The hairs of a mustache tickle the sensitive skin, sending a shiver down his spine straight to his cock. "Mind if I join you?" the voice would say, as a strong hand reaches over his shoulder to grab the half empty beer bottle. The hairs on the back of the hand seem to stand out in sharp focus as the bottle is lifted to full lips under the mustache, and the rest of the beer is drained. Now a cold tongue is licking his ear. Then sensations shoot through him as teeth nibble his lobe, while another hand pinches his left nipple. Drew can feel the material of a suit jacket surrounding his naked arms as the man enfolds him. One hand plays with his tits, and the other moves to grab him between the legs. Drew's cock is rock-hard, the head poking up from his jockstrap. The left hand pinches Drew's nipples harder as the right hand slips inside Drew's shorts. Once again the deep voice sounds in Drew's ear. "I've been watching you, and I've been wanting to do this for a long time. I think you've been wanting it too. Am I right?" Drew can only let out a series of moans. The man's left hand has abandoned his nipples and now a thick finger is probing at the puckered opening between Drew's smooth asscheeks. A rough tongue licks his neck, then thick juicy lips suck on it, the mustache tickling him the whole while. Two fingers fuck in and out of his asshole, and a fist pumps his cock. Drew is being pushed closer and closer to an explosion, on the verge of sensory overload. Everything else fades away. The only sounds he hears are his own moans and the heavy breathing in his right ear. He feels the heat building in his ass and cock and balls, plus the insistent pressure of the hard dick poking at him from behind, and the persistent lips teasing his neck. He groans loudly as he comes - his body shuddering, his cock spraying the side of the bar with his sticky essence. Then Drew would feel his barstool turn, find those gorgeous blue eyes looking down at him. The man would lover his face to Drew's and whisper in his ear, "My name is West. Nice to meet you." Drew would be dumbstruck realizing that this hunk of man is standing in front of him wearing just a suit jacket and nothing else, curly hairs peeking out from the "V" of the jacket and a huge hardon poking out from under the last button. That big dick would then become the focus of his attention...
"Hey!" Drew's attention was drawn back to reality by someone jostling his arm causing the last of his beer to spill in his lap. He grabbed a cocktail napkin from the bar and dabbed at his damp crotch, turning angrily to confront the one who had so rudely intruded on his fantasy. His retort was cut short when he realized who had bumped him. West Bennett had finally arrived.
"Excuse me. I'm sorry. It's kind of crowded in here." The deep voice was exactly the same as in Drew's fantasies. The blue eyes focused on Drew. "Well, well, imagine bumping into you. Maybe we should dtop meeting like this."
Drew took a deep breath before answering, grateful that the cold beer had put a damper on his erection situation. "Um, no problem Mr. Bennett. I guess you owed me after that whole elevator scene. Uh, my name is Drew."
"Call me West. You're Rawlings, right? You're in charge of the new cyberspace marketing projects? Let me buy you another beer."
"Sure, thanks." Drew's mind was racing, his moment was upon him. And as he exchanged small talk with West over another beer, he tried to keep himself calm. He was searching for ways to prolong contact, when West looked at his watch. "Well, I've got to be going. It was good talking to you. You know, the number coming out of your department are really good. I'm not really up on all the latest advancements, but I do know numbers. I'd be interested in some technical input from you on a deal the firm may have in the works. I'll look at my calendar and give you a call." With that, he extended his large hand to shake Drew's, turned and made his way through the crowd. Drew just sat there, feeling the thrill from West's touch, but disappointed that the moment was over.
Drew took the subway home to his one-bedroom apartment. He found some leftover pizza in the fridge and booted up his computer. Might as well get some work done since my evening didn't develop into anything, he thought as he sat in front of the monitor. But as the nigh wore on, he found himself concentrating less and less on work, and more and more on West Bennett. Finally, he decided to take his thoughts to bed, drifting into pleasant, erotic dreams.
End Part 1. Look out for Part 2 to see if Drew can make his dreams a reality.