Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2012 02:09:08 -0500
From: Oliver St. Croix <oliverstcroix@gmail.com>
Subject: "Coworkers" 'Chapter 4: Jake'

				 Coworkers
			      Chapter 4: Jake

The October air was crisp, cool, and sharp against my skin. Walking home
usually took about twenty minutes, but I was moving slow that night. I felt
weak and spent, body aching and head spinning. My thoughts dwelled on
Stephen. His handsome face hidden behind that mop of hair. His brawny body
inexplicably covered with baggy clothing. Mostly though, I thought about
his giant prick. And how, even though he forced himself on me, he was
probably the best fuck I'd ever had. I thought about his spilled seed
swishing around inside me and my stomach churned at the thought of catching
something. I inhaled deeply and a chill ran down my spine. Shivering, I
pulled my jacket closed. There was a free clinic I always passed on my walk
home and that night I made a mental note to return during the daytime to
make sure I was still clean. I sighed loudly and thought about the mess
that was my life.

Working retail. Hooking up with coworkers. Straight coworkers. Not using
condoms. $138 in the bank and rent due in two weeks. My mother told me she
wouldn't float me any more cash now that I had a job. But I used my first
paycheck to keep the lights on. And maybe buy some tequila.

I sighed again and focused on my surroundings. I loved my neighborhood.
Trendy bars and restaurants next to aging bodegas and small businesses. A
few newer townhouses dotted the quieter streets, but older apartment
buildings made up the bulk of the housing here. A great mix of people, rich
and struggling, loud and quiet. We had a three story used bookstore right
next to a porn theater and sex toy shop. I felt lucky to live in such an
eccentric area. Chicago had been my home my whole life and I was certainly
in love with her.

I grew up on the West Side, surrounded by other Mexicans. When I was old
enough, I moved a bit North and settled in an area my realtor kept saying
was "up-and-coming." That was her way of saying there was still a fair
amount of crime in the area. But, in the three years I'd lived in my
neighborhood, crime had dwindled. Folks with money moved in and brought
fancy bars and upscale restaurants. Their tax dollars brought more police,
and before I knew it my area wasn't "up-and-coming." It was hot. Hot hot
hot. And my rent increased accordingly. I sighed once more and crossed the
street.

I turned onto my block and saw a friendly face, my neighbor Senora
Santiago, a 71-year-old seamstress who still went out dancing on Friday
nights. She reminded me of Disco Sally from Studio 54, only without the
drugs and bad perm. Her curly black hair was always tightly coiffed
together atop her head, a few loose strands hanging behind her ears. It was
a younger woman's hairstyle, but she pulled it off well. She was standing
outside her door, smoking her Friday night cigarette.

"It's only 10:30, you're home early" I said with a grin.

"Ay, these old men can't keep up with me!" La Senora replied in her
husky, heavily-accented voice. She gave a little dance and asked, "When are
you going to take me dancing, chiquito?"

"When I learn how to dance half as well as you, Senora." I retorted
with a chuckle. "You better get inside, it's cold tonight."

La Senora waved her hands at me and sashayed inside. I couldn't help
but smile at her, seventy years old and the most vibrant person I knew. I
stepped off her stoop and made my way home. I saw a figure sitting on my
steps and my stomach knotted. I completely forgot about my plans with Beth.

"What the fuck happened to you?!" She shouted. I started to apologize but
she cut me off. "Wait, no really. What the FUCK happened to you?" Beth
shouted again, the alarm in her voice rising. She stepped towards me and
examined my face, confusion obvious on her own.

I had forgotten what I looked like until Beth started making comments. My
hair was a mess, my neck already bruised from Stephen's bites, my forearms
marked by his fingernails. I laughed innocently and hooked her arm with
mine. "Let's go inside. I'll tell you all about it."

Beth did not wait until we reached my apartment to ask questions. Lots of
questions. "Tell me what happened. Did you get jumped? Did someone mug you?
Are you okay? Should we go to a doctor?"

"Oh come on, I don't look that bad, do I?" I protested with another
chuckle.

"You look like someone fucked your shit." Beth said sharply as we entered
my apartment.

I dumped my bag and jacket and collapsed on the couch, the events of the
evening finally hitting my body. I didn't move for a while, I just sat
still while Beth continued berating me. My eyes drooped a bit and Beth
shook me violently.

"Do you have a concussion? DO NOT FALL ASLEEP. Dr. Oz says you could die if
you fall asleep with a concussion!"

"Jesus Christ, Beth, this isn't fucking Freddy Krueger Nightmare on Elm
Street. I don't have a concussion and I'm not going to die. I'm just tired,
I had a really long day. And no one `fucked my shit.' I hoo-"

I paused and thought about what exactly I wanted to tell Beth.

"You what?"

"I hooked up with a coworker and we got a little rough, that's all." I
answered her with a smile.

"WHAT! WHAT? WHO? WHEN? HOW? WHERE? WHY? WHAT!" Beth had become unhinged.

"Oh my God, you have to calm down. Do you remember when you came into the
store because your phone wasn't working? And that blonde guy Mark helped
you back up everything before you got a new one?"

Beth thought about it for a moment and then her head cocked in a gesture of
understanding. Her jaw dropped and she punched me lightly. "You slut! Oh my
GOD! He's gay?! thought he was straight."

I made a lame joke about gaydar and Beth pried for details about the
encounter. I told her Mark was the one who bit my neck and scratched
me. There was no need for her to ever know about Stephen. Ever.

"Well, you better drink some coffee or something, because we are going out
tonight. You. Promised." Beth said in her bossiest tone.

"Bebe, I have work at 8:30 in the morning tomorrow. They scheduled me a
closing shift back-to-back with an opening shift. Can I please just get
some sleep?"

"No! Justin's best friend Gabriel says Justin already has a new
girlfriend. I need to find a guy to fuck tonight or I'll just sit at home
and cry." Beth whined. She continued on, detailing the sordid lives of her
exes and trying to explain how hooking up with tanned Italian guys would
help her feel better. I'm not sure what happened in Beth's life that caused
her to have such horrible luck with love, but she had never had a
relationship last longer than a season of "Survivor." She was pretty: thin
and tall for a girl, at 5'9". Her platinum blonde hair was in a cute pixie
cute, and she always dressed nicely. Sure, she was a little ditzy, but she
had her degree and it's not like she was stupid or anything. I couldn't
figure out why no one would love her.

I started feeling bad for her, and despite how exhausted I was, I agreed to
go out that night. Beth squealed and made me some tea while I showered and
changed into something appropriate for a night out: red skinny jeans that
made my ass look fantastic, a black deep v-neck shirt, and a thin gray
cardigan. It was probably a little too preppy, but we were going to a
straight bar and I wasn't really in the mood to slut myself out. Not again.

Beth and I headed out at 10:30 and I tried not to think about how I had to
be at work in ten hours. We had planned on having a few drinks at the
cheaper dive bar near my house, but Beth was ready to grind on something
beefy so we headed straight for the club. One $20 cover charge later, we
were inside the industrial-themed club, dance music pulsing around us, and
overpriced drinks flowing.

We danced to a few songs and before I knew it Beth had found some tanned
guy with spiky gelled hair and was rubbing up against him. I turned to make
my way to the bar, in desperate need of tequila, but heard someone shouting
behind me.

"Hey!"

"HEY!"

And then I heard my name.

I turned around to see a familiar face. It was one of my coworkers, Jake. A
shorter, dark-haired boy with an incredible ass. Jake had a wide smile and
thick black hair that he styled in a side swoop. He was about 5'8" and
always seemed happy. Whenever we worked together, I couldn't help but leer
at his round ass and fantasize. Suddenly, those fantasies didn't seem so
farfetched.

"Jake! Hey, what are you doing here?" I said excitedly.

"I'm always here!" Jake said with a bounce. "Let's dance!"

Before I could react Jake grabbed my hands and took me further onto the
dance floor. He moved smoothly, impressing me with his moves. We danced for
almost an hour, mostly face-to-face, before he finally turned his back to
me and began grinding. I'd never felt comfortable grinding, it seemed silly
to me, but Jake had skill and I felt comfortable with him. He took my hands
in his and moved them to his waist. My hands gripped his waist while he
slid against me. Heart pounding, I ran my hands over Jake's firm ass and my
mouth dropped open. His muscled behind was hard as rock and round as a
bubble. He pushed back against me and I had to spin him around before he
could feel my growing cock. Jake hooked his left arm around my neck and
danced in front of me, a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Do you live around here?" Jake asked, his fingers traveling down my body.

"It's a ten minute walk." I said into his ear.

"Let's go!" Jake palmed my erect member through my jeans and I let out a
gasp.

I grabbed my phone to text Beth and she let me know she was going home with
some guy named Rick. Once I knew she would be okay--well, mostly okay--I
left with Jake. He hailed a cab and paid the $5 fare to my apartment
building, either too impatient or too drunk to walk. Maybe both. Jake's
hand rested on my thigh during the cab ride. We remained silent, though,
not talking until we entered my apartment.

"Great place." Jake said as he looked around. I took his jacket and told
him to make himself comfortable. Jake wasted no time and stripped down to
his underwear. I turned on some music and eyed Jake's physique. His torso
was lean and muscular, his legs thick and strong. I remembered he told me
he ran marathons and as he stood almost naked in my apartment, his hard
work became obvious. My eyes settled on his impossibly muscular ass and the
tiny white briefs that were unable to contain his bulging booty.

Jake danced a bit as I drank in the gorgeous sight before me. His skin was
darker than my own, his body mostly hairless. My cock hardened and I
grabbed Jake's hand to guide him to the back of the apartment. I took a
seat on the edge of my bed and Jake stood over me, still dancing. I peeled
off my cardigan and ran my hands over Jake's chiseled stomach. Jake lifted
my shirt and I felt oddly embarrassed of my plain body. Jake didn't make a
comment, instead crouching between my knees. He loosened my jeans and I
slid them off, exposing my bulging erection straining in my boxer
briefs. Jake flashed his wide smile, clasped my dick, and looked up at
me. "I want to sit on this." His forwardness was incredibly sexy and I
smiled at him. Jake slipped off my underwear, airing my leaking cock. His
face lit up at the sight and he stood to step out of his own underwear.

His naked ass was finally in front of me. I was in awe. It was beautiful,
round with muscular ridges on the side of each cheek. The same caramel
color as the rest of his body. I wanted so badly to run my tongue inside
Jake's hole. Leaning forward, I licked Jake's cheeks, but before I could
travel to his hole, he interrupted me, "No, hurry up and fuck me."

"You have to let me eat you out. Your ass is a piece of god damn art. Jake,
please." I felt like a fool, begging to give my coworker a rimjob. He
turned around and shook his head. Dejected, I reached behind us to my
nightstand and grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube. Jake bent his knees
and leaned forward a bit as I greased my fingers.

I parted his cheeks with my left hand and slipped in my right forefinger. I
hit the hilt of my finger and had barely entered his hole. Jake's thick ass
was proving a bit problematic. I gripped his cheeks with both hands,
opening him up and allowing my finger to travel further. I rolled my finger
inside his tight hole, moistening him. Jake let out a yelp and I massaged
his prostate for a moment. I applied more lube and slipped on a condom,
lubing myself.

Jake lowered himself and I steadied my slicked cock. His dark, succulent
ass brushed against the head of my dick and I had to restrain myself from
blowing my load all over him right then. I aligned myself with one hand and
held Jake steady with the other, gripping his stomach. I felt Jake's hole
swallow my cock and he moaned loudly.

"Fuck you're big."

"And you're tight." I replied, kissing his back and shoulders.

Jake rocked up and down on me, without taking my entire length. Still, his
ass was tighter, warmer, and more beautiful than Mark's. I teasingly
slapped his ass and told him to ride me harder.

"You want it?" Jake asked as he completely sunk himself onto my pole. I ran
my hands across his back and then down to his inner thighs. I gripped and
kept him down on my cock. Holding him there, I moved my throbbing cock up
and down inside him. Jake whimpered and his hands pulled at his hair. I was
doing something right. I loosened my grip on his hardy thighs and we pushed
into each other, our warm bodies colliding together, his hot hole massaging
my cock.

Jake's thick muscled cheeks jiggled every so slightly as he moved, the
sight made my dick even harder. His beauty overwhelmed me. Mark and Stephen
were both attractive, Stephen especially so, but something about Jake's
dark, tight little body drove me wild. His biceps bulged and his back
muscles tightened with every movement. I wrapped my arms around his torso
and pulled him close to me, pounding into him quicker.

After about ten minutes, I began to feel that rising sensation in my
balls. Not wanting to end so quickly, I laid back on the bed and told Jake
to slow himself. He moved his feet off the floor and onto the bed,
squatting over me. He bounced slowly, allowing me to massage his
prostate. This new position made his ass look even more defined and I felt
the lust surge through my body. I massaged and thumbed his cheeks, unable
to resist.

"You're so beautiful" I told Jake, softly.

He moaned a reply I did not catch.

Jake leaned back, making his body flat on top of mine. Again I ran my hands
over his abdomen and chest, clawing at him, feeling his runner's muscles. I
took his dick in my left hand. He was smaller than I was, but thick, with
low-hanging balls. I pumped into him steadily and worked his cock at the
same time. His moans became whimpers and his whimpers became squeals. His
hole coiled tightly around my cock and I knew he was close. I slid my dick
out of him and let go of his cock.

"Get off, lay on your back." I commanded, my breath ragged. Jake did so and
I thought briefly about Stephen and how obedient I was to him only hours
earlier. I tried to push him out of my head as I kneeled on the bed in
front of Jake, in between his legs. I grabbed his left leg and pulled it
across, laying it over his right leg, twisting his lower half and exposing
his ass to me. I moved on top of Jake, steadying myself over him with my
arms. I pushed into him, moving deeper than I was able to before.

Jake let out a long, low moan as I pumped into him. I leaned down and
licked his lips, kissing him slowly. Jake whimpered into my mouth and I
knew he was close to orgasm. I slapped his ass cheek and railed
faster. Jake let out a mix of expletives and his chest heaved. His hole
contracted around my cock and without his touch, Jake's cock shot a heavy
load onto my bed. I fingered his cock and scooped a gob of his cum,
bringing it to my lips. I savored the taste and slowed my pace in Jake's
ass. Longdicking the dark boy, I rubbed my head over his sore
prostate. Jake whimpered and ran his hands across my chest.

"On your knees." I commanded, not pulling out. Jake moved up and I pushed
roughly inside him. I felt invigorated, alive, and wild. Even if Stephen
had completely dominated me, I was dominating Jake, ruling him. I thrusted
into his hot hole furiously, slapping his ass, and tugging his hair. My
dick throbbed roughly, I was so close. Jake pushed his ass back, devouring
me further. Dripping with sweat and shaking, I slammed into Jake and came
into the condom. "FUCK!" I yelled out and slapped Jake's ass once more.

I pulled out and collapsed next to Jake. He was silent, but smiling. I
kissed his forehead and fell asleep next to him.

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