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Chapter Three
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I just sat there staring at Greg's smirking face on the monitor. What was it doing there? How could my fucker be him? I felt like this was all some kind of nightmare. Finally, I closed the program and got up. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a strong drink and then went into the living room. I sat there and thought about what was going on.
What did I really know about Greg anyway? Not much. He'd been transferred into my department about eight months earlier. I took an instant dislike to him. Yeah, he was hot looking, one of those blond Aryan types with perfect skin and great features. He knew it, too. He had a cocky arrogant attitude that turned off most of the staff. From what I'd seen and heard he was a bright and capable attorney but was a bit on the lazy side. He was always behind in his work and didn't hesitate to dump stuff on others to do. Of course, he was engaged to Susan Farrell so we all had to watch how we acted around him. I tried not to show how much I disliked him but now and then I couldn't help it. He just seemed to push everyone's buttons the wrong way. The funny thing was that he acted like he wanted to be friends with everyone; he just didn't seem to know how to go about it.
And he was straight. It wasn't just his engagement. Everything about him screamed heterosexual. He was a bit less crude than those construction workers ogling and whistling at women on the street but not much. It was a rare conversation he couldn't work tits or pussy into. How could he be the same guy who was so into my ass?
I supposed I could understand his arrogance, though. He was educated, gorgeous and hung like a horse. Although I could see where the swagger came from that didn't mean I liked it. And how was I going to face him at work knowing that he was the one who was fucking my ass? Not just fucking me, but totally dominating me in the process. What was I going to do?
I barely slept at all that night. I tossed and turned, stared into the darkness, watched the numbers change on the digital clock. I must have eventually dozed off because I was awakened by the alarm. I could barely keep my eyes open even in the shower. I thought about calling in sick but he would know the real reason. I couldn't give him the satisfaction.
I wouldn't have gone to the break room at all when I got to the office but I desperately needed coffee. I walked in and went directly to the coffeemaker. Greg glanced over the top of his paper.
"Looks like someone didn't get much sleep last night. Hot date?"
I tried to ignore him. The others all looked me over and Marie showed concern.
"You don't look well at all, Jeffrey. Are you feeling all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired."
I fixed my coffee and quickly left. I tried to stay in my office as much as possible all day. Greg didn't often have to see me on business but I was expecting to hear from him and wanted it to be a private conversation. The day went by and I never even saw him, aside from that moment in the break room. I checked my email a few times thinking he might get in touch that way. Nothing. By the end of the day I was dead on my feet and the only thing keeping me awake was my raw nerves. I went straight home and stayed in. I checked my email twice and went to bed early. I was out before my head hit the pillow.
Friday morning I got up and got into work early and was able to fix my coffee and make it into my office before the others arrived. I had a ten o'clock meeting with Lorraine, one of the attorneys in the department, to go over the quarterly report of one of the trusts. When I walked into her office, Greg was there. He actually smiled.
"Feeling better this morning?"
"Oh, have you been ill, Jeff?"
"No, Lorraine, I just had a rough morning yesterday. I'm much better today. Thanks for asking, Greg."
"I'm going to go over this report with the client this afternoon, Jeff, but I'll be on vacation next week so I asked Greg to sit in to familiarize himself with it in case any questions come up."
I tried to focus on Lorraine and the trust for the next hour. I glanced at Greg a few times and every time he was smiling at me. He interrupted to ask a question now and then but he was polite and professional. Back in my office I wondered why he still hadn't said anything to me. Was it possible he didn't know it was me he was fucking? I tried to convince myself of that but didn't succeed. After all, he had heard my voice on the phone and then seen my face when he turned me over in bed. The blindfold hadn't covered that much. He had to know. I wasn't sure I wanted to talk to him about what we'd been doing but then again I wasn't looking forward to going through the weekend with this unresolved.
A little after three I saw Greg walk past my door and called out to him. He stepped back into sight.
"Could you come into my office for a minute, Greg? We need to talk."
"Sure, Jeff, something on your mind?"
"Duh, yeah. I think we should talk about what's been going on between us the last three weeks."
Greg stepped into my office and closed the door behind him.
"I've been fucking your ass, Jeff. What's to talk about?"
"Well, apart from the whole surreal aspect of it, I have a few questions. First, how did you know I had the video cam on the other night?"
"I noticed each week you increased the amount of light in the room. I wondered why, considering you couldn't see anything with your face buried in the pillow anyway. When I saw the cam right next to the lamp and aimed at the bed I figured it out."
"When did you first know it was me?"
"Right from the first message you sent me. I'd run across your profile a few months ago back when you only had a face pic in it. Your screen name stuck in my head. When I got your first message I checked the profile again and saw the other pics. These pants you wear to work really don't do your ass justice you know."
"Never mind that, Greg. Aside from this whole thing being terribly embarrassing, this is a very awkward position we're in."
"I don't see why. We're satisfying a need for each other. Nothing awkward about that."
"But we don't even like each other. A half hour fuck once a week isn't much to base a relationship on."
"Relationship? You think this is a relationship? I have a relationship with Susan. With you it's called fucking. I like my dick up your ass. You like my dick up your ass. That's all it's about."
"Well, whatever, it's over now. Can we just forget it happened and each move on?"
"I don't think so, Jeffie. You really get off on the way I fuck you and my dick has never been happier. We've got a good thing going. There's no need to end it."
"I'm sorry but I just can't do it anymore, knowing it's you, Greg. Besides, as you said, you've got a relationship with Susan."
"This has nothing to do with her. You're a great fuck, the kind I can't get from her. I think we should keep doing it."
"Well, I don't. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do before quitting time."
Greg hesitated for a few seconds, then turned, opened the door and walked out. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were trembling. I couldn't believe I had stayed so cool throughout the discussion. It helped that he hadn't been his usual sarcastic, arrogant self. He was pretty blunt and crude but at least he was calm and rational.
I met friends after work and we went out to eat. Afterward we had a few drinks but then I went home early. After living on edge the last couple of days I didn't have it in me for a late night of clubbing. Before I went to bed I checked my email. There was a message from Greg.
"Wednesday night, 8 PM. Be ready."
Jeez, what was wrong with the guy? Didn't he hear a word I'd said? I sent him a quick reply.
"What part of no don't you understand? It's over."
I put him out of my mind and went to bed. I supposed it could have been worse. The whole episode had the makings of an extremely humiliating experience but I seemed to have ended it without too much embarrassment.
Monday morning Greg wasn't in the break room so I hung out for a few minutes chatting with those who were there. I took my coffee down the hall to my office and started to set up my desk. The light on my phone indicated I had voice mail. Damn, first thing Monday morning. Who could be calling already? I punched in my code and went through the menu. I had a thirty-second message left at eleven the night before. Odd time for a business call. I hit the button to play the message and froze when I heard my own voice.
"I want your big fat dick up my ass again. You are huge, bigger than I've ever had and it feels so good when you fuck me. I want to be a hole for you, to take all you can give me. I want you to fuck me hard like you did before, to fill me, to possess me. Use me, cum in me, fuck me. I need you to take me, to plow my ass, to ram into me. Fuck me, please. I want you, I need you. I don't care if I have no idea who you are, I just need your huge cock plugging my hole. It's your hole now."
I sat there and listened in horror. Shit, he had recorded that call. I heard a noise and looked up. Greg was standing in the doorway, smirking at me. He walked in and closed the door.
"You see, you do want me. How about we try this again? Wednesday night, 8 PM?"
"No fucking way, asshole. Get out of here."
"Think about it, Jeff. Do you really want Tom or Anna or maybe Marie coming in Thursday morning to a thirty second voice mail message?"
"That's blackmail!" Shit, no way did I want anyone to hear that message. Sure, they all knew I was gay, but this was way beyond that. I sounded so depraved. I couldn't bear to have that recording played to anyone.
"Aww, blackmail is such a nasty word, Jeff. You know you love it when I fuck you. I'm just encouraging you to pursue something you love, that's all. You should be thanking me, not getting pissed."
"I can't believe you're doing this, Greg. You can't possibly want it this way, knowing that I don't want it."
"Except that you do want it, Jeff. You know it and I know it. Your ass is mine now, whenever and wherever I want it. See you Wednesday night."
He walked out, leaving me standing there shaking, half in anger, half in fear. Yeah, I'd really gotten off on our sex the last three weeks but I had chosen to do it then. Now I had no choice.
At the end of the workday I told Tom and Anna I had a headache and skipped going out with them. I went straight home and tried to figure out what I was going to do. There was no way out. He had more to lose if our 'affair' became public knowledge but I had no proof. Who was going to believe the straight stud was having sex with the office gay boy? He had the recording. My voice was totally recognizable but there was no indication at all who I was speaking to.
After a couple of drinks I started to calm down. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. After all, the sex was pretty hot. He really knew how to fuck. I'd never dreamed I could get off that way but he showed me something new in myself. I was beginning to realize something else, too. I enjoyed the way he took charge and completely dominated me in bed. I wasn't too thrilled with him holding all the cards in the rest of our relationship, but in bed I liked being not just a bottom for him but a total bottom. My body was there for his use. I was his hole. I loved not having to do anything, make any decisions, accept any responsibility, to just let him run the show.
That didn't mean that I was completely satisfied with the way things were, either in or out of bed. Yeah, for some reason I loved the rough fucks he gave me but a little foreplay or cuddling afterwards would be nice too. Maybe a little affection out of bed as well. What I really wanted was a relationship, exactly what he said we didn't and wouldn't have. He already had that. I didn't.
Still, it was only a half hour a week. He'd already shown that he wasn't interested in changing anything in our office relationship. Maybe if I looked at it the way he did, just a hot encounter once a week, it wouldn't be so bad. Who was I kidding? If I could forget who it was and not want more out of it I'd love it.
Wednesday night I was ready at eight. I left the lights off and didn't take a Valium this time. If this was going to be an every week thing I was going to have to learn to handle it without chemical assistance. After the doorman called I got into position in bed. Greg let himself in and quickly undressed without a word. As he climbed on the bed I was thinking how absurd it was that we were acting as if we were still 'strangers in the night.'
Greg worked some lube into my ass. He only used one finger but massaged my prostate a bit. I felt him position his tool at my hole. He hadn't put any real effort into stretching me and I wished I had taken the Valium. He gave a sharp thrust and broke through my ring. The pain was intense and I let out a yell. He stopped and waited.
"Better get used to it, pussy boy. I like my holes tight. Yours is perfect right now."
He slid the rest of the way in. It felt like forever before he bottomed out. He rotated his hips a little while completely buried in me, making sure his cock worked its way around my insides. After a minute of that he began to fuck. No slow longdicking this time. He was back into the powerfuck mode. Each time he hit my prostate a little more precum leaked out of my dick onto the sheet. Pretty soon my dick was fucking into a slippery spot beneath me each time he fucked into me. When he got into this rhythm, fucking with all of his might, changing angles with each thrust, it almost seemed as if he were using his dick as a weapon, trying to conquer me. And that's exactly what he was doing. He wasn't just fucking my ass, he was fucking me. He wasn't just taking possession of my hole; he was taking possession of me.
He kept it up for what seemed an eternity. I don't know where he got the strength. It was like our bodies had fused into one machine and his cock was the drive shaft. After nearly twenty minutes of hard fucking I couldn't take the rubbing of my cock head on the slippery sheet under me. My whole body went into spasms as I shot onto the mattress. Greg picked up his speed and soon he began to swell and shoot into me. He collapsed on top of me and just lay there for a few minutes. It felt good having so much body contact. All too soon he got up and pulled his dick out of my ass with a plop. He rolled me over as he took off the condom. He looked at the cum on the mattress and my belly.
"Looks like you enjoyed it as much as I did. Good." He held the used condom over my face. "Now open up."
I hesitated and he put his thumb on my chin and pressed down. I opened my mouth and he poured the contents of the rubber into it. He pushed my mouth shut and I swallowed.
"Good boy."
He got up and got dressed without another word. A minute later I was lying there alone. As I lay there I thought, 'As long as he leaves me alone the rest of the week and doesn't act too irritating, I can do this. I'd like more but it's still a hell of a lot better than jerking off.'
Everything at work was the same as ever the rest of the week. I saw Greg twice about business matters and he didn't make any sexual innuendos either time. It was like our Wednesday nights didn't exist. I had a typical weekend, a ball game Saturday afternoon, clubbing at night, a hike on Sunday. I wasn't freaking over the situation any more. In my mind I had been able to start considering it just one of many activities I took part in each week.
Monday was the first indication of a change. Greg came into my office just after lunch and closed the door.
"I'm horny. Get on your knees and suck me off."
"Are you nuts? Anybody could walk in here."
"The longer you talk the more risk there is. Besides, I have more to lose than you do. Everybody here already knows you're a cocksucker. Get to it."
One look in his eyes told me he was dead serious. I got up, walked around the desk and knelt down in front of him. I pushed him back against the door to block it in case anyone tried to come in. He undid his fly and pulled out his cock which was only half hard. I'd never seen it any way except hard but it still looked huge. I sucked it into my mouth and in its less than rigid state it slid down my throat. I began to suck as if my life depended on it. Maybe my job did, anyway. He got hard in an instant and swelled up to fill my mouth. I wasn't good at deep throating and once he was fully erect I couldn't get him into my throat. With his two-inch diameter he was just too thick. I tightly wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and stroked it as my mouth bobbed up and down on the five inches I could handle. With the stamina he had shown while fucking me I was afraid how long it would take but in just a few minutes I heard him gasp. His whole body stiffened as I tasted his juice in my mouth. He just came and came. I had to swallow quickly to keep up with him. I didn't want any leaking out of my mouth and running down my chin onto my shirt. Finally he pulled out, wiped his dick across my face twice and then stuffed it back in his pants. He patted me on the head, pulled the door open and walked out, leaving me on my knees in front of the open door. I jumped up, adjusted the tent in my pants and quickly sat behind my desk. I couldn't believe he'd take a chance like that at work. If this kept up we could run into trouble.