Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2006 15:09:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrong Turn, Chapter 1

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enough to always play safe.

If you have read any of my previous stories you will know that I tend to be
a romantic with a bent toward happy endings. This story starts out as a
romance but is one that takes a wrong turn or two. And as for the ending,
you'll just have to read on. The author retains all rights.  No
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consent. Comments are appreciated at NJMcMick@yahoo.com.


"I took a wrong turn and I just kept goin'." Bruce Springsteen


Chapter One

"Don't shit where you eat."

I must have been twelve when I overheard my father say that to a friend of
his. I thought it sounded weird and had no idea what he meant by it so I
asked him after his friend left.

"It just means that you should keep your love life and your work life
separate. Mix them up and you're asking for trouble, son."

If I'd listened to dear old Dad my life would have been very different. Not
that he could have foreseen my difficulties, not in a million years. But I
didn't listen and took a wrong turn, although maybe it only seemed wrong at
the time.

My name is Ryan Peters. I guess you could say that life had always been
kind to me. I grew up the older of two boys in a mid-sized town in upstate
New York outside Syracuse. Dad was a prominent attorney in town; Mom stayed
home but was active in all of the right charities. We had lots of money but
didn't show it off. We just lived the good life. I breezed through school,
made National Honor Society, was quarterback of the high school football
team, hung out with all of the popular kids and was never at a loss for
friends. I easily got into Cornell, got my BA in business and then went on
for my MBA. Everything was easy, everything was fun, everything was great.

After graduation I landed a job with a large investment bank in New York
City. Within a year I had a reputation as a guy who was going places,
someone to watch. I married my college sweetheart, Anne, and we bought a
house near the Jersey shore. By the time I turned thirty I was well on my
way. Life was going the way I'd always anticipated. In a sense I was
married to my job, but that was okay with me. It was fine with Anne as
well. She had her women's club and her interest in the arts and loved her
position in the community. She made a good wife for an up-and-coming young
banker as well. We each had our own interests but we made a good team
because we both wanted the same thing, my success in the business
world. And while the passion of our college days had worn off, we still
made love a couple of times a week, more often than most of my married
friends. So what if it wasn't exciting, it was working for us. Yes,
everything was on track and headed in the right direction.

Until I forgot the advice Dad had given his friend all those years ago.

It was a cold rainy day in early spring. I'd taken the train into the city
and the subway downtown and nearly froze on the short walk from the subway
station to the bank. I was chilled to the bone by the time I got to my
office. I was already coming down with a cold and the weather certainly
didn't help. As I was looking over a file and sipping a cup of steaming
coffee, trying to warm up, I noticed the mailroom cart stop outside my
door. And then I saw him for the first time.

Yes, him. I'd realized even before high school that I was bisexual. I found
some guys attractive, but I mostly liked women, or so I told myself. I'd
never done anything with a guy. I mean, what was the point? I liked women
and they certainly liked me. I knew I was a good-looking guy and I enjoyed
the attention women showed me. At thirty I worked hard in the gym to
maintain the body of my high school football days. I was 6'1", 180 pounds
of solid muscle, black hair, and ice blue eyes. And I still had that 31"
waist and six pack abs. While I respected my wife and hadn't been with
another woman since we married, I had sown a few wild oats in my college
days. I'd always been able to get all of the sex I wanted from women. And
there was no way getting involved with a guy could have helped my career so
why bother? But I still liked to look now and then.

I don't remember exactly what it was that attracted me to him that day. He
was a little guy (my favorite), Puerto Rican, around 5'8", early 20s, small
frame and slim, very cute and very black He was pretty good looking but
nothing special. He brought in my mail and introduced himself.

"Mr. Peters, my name is Carlos. I've been with the company a while but have
just been assigned to this department. If there's anything you need
assistance with please call the mailroom and ask for me. Whatever you need,
just ask."

He had just a hint of a Spanish accent. His voice sounded like sex
itself. I could feel a stirring in my groin.

"Nice to meet you, Carlos. And thanks. I'll let you know if I need
anything."

I stood and shook his hand and held it maybe a half a second too long. It
felt good, almost hot to the touch. As I let go of his hand he looked up at
me and smiled.

"Be seeing you around, sir."

He turned and was gone. I suddenly wasn't cold anymore. Quite the
opposite. Even though I was alone in the office I quickly sat to hide the
growing bulge in my pants. What was that all about? Sure, he was a cute guy
but there were lots of them around and I didn't usually pop a woodie every
time I shook hands with one. But for some reason it was a real turn-on just
touching him.

Every morning Carlos stopped by with the mail. He always had a smile,
always a cheerful disposition. He sometimes stayed to chat a few
minutes. My favorite sport was football and his was soccer but we both
liked the Yankees so that gave us something to talk about. I found myself
trying to find ways to occasionally touch him in an innocent way, a
handshake, a pat on the back, a hand on the shoulder.

One day, a few weeks after we'd met, I walked into the men's room and
Carlos was standing at one of the two urinals. I had a dilemma. Sometimes I
had trouble pissing when others were around, especially someone as hot as
Carlos, so I considered going into one of the booths. But if I went to the
urinal, there was a chance of seeing what he had in his pants. Easy choice
- I went to the urinal and took out my dick. And sure enough, I couldn't
go. I quickly glanced over at Carlos and saw a thick stream of piss flowing
out of a black dick that was so big it couldn't have been totally soft. I
guess I stared just a little too long, because when I looked up at his face
he was looking at me. He looked down at my dick and saw that I wasn't
pissing. He gave me that same little smile he had the day we met.

As he finished pissing, he looked into my eyes and asked, "Come here to
piss, or just to enjoy the view?"

I blushed and stammered something about being pee-shy. While he had
finished his piss, he hadn't put his dick away.  I could have sworn it was
getting bigger. I was starting to get hard myself so I quickly put my dick
back in my pants and walked over to the sink.

"I guess I didn't have to go after all."

Carlos turned to face me and slowly put his half hard huge dick away. I
know I stared at it; I just couldn't help myself. I'd never seen anything
quite like it. Such a big dick on such a cute little guy. He just smiled at
me again.

"I guess you didn't. Maybe later."

He stepped over to the sink next to me and washed his hands. As he reached
around me for a paper towel his bulging crotch brushed against my butt. I
audibly gasped.

"Catch you later, sir."

I thought it might have been just my imagination but after that Carlos
seemed to be even friendlier on his daily stops by my office.

In good weather when I didn't work late I usually stopped at the bar on the
corner for a drink before beginning the long commute home. About a week
after the encounter with Carlos in the men's room I was halfway through my
Absolut and tonic when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"How're you doing, sir?"

"Carlos! You know you don't have to always call me sir, especially out of
the office."

"I'm surprised to see you here. I would have thought you'd be on your way
home to the wife."

"How do you know I'm married?"

"Duh. You have a gold band on your finger and a picture of a beautiful
woman on your desk. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out."

"I guess not. There's no need for me to rush home, though. My wife's into
anything to do with the arts. She's in our local little theater
group. Right now they've got rehearsals a couple of nights a week so she's
gone by the time I get home on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She fixes me a plate
that I warm up when I get in so it doesn't matter what time that is. Want
to join me for a drink?"

"Sure, I don't usually drink right after work but now and then when I've
got nothing on for the evening I stop for a beer or two. Usually I wait
until I'm near home but I saw you through the window and thought I'd say
hi."

"Well, hi, then. Where do you live, Carlos?"

"In the East Village, near Tompkins Square Park. Not the greatest
neighborhood, but not too bad. And the rent's better than okay. The place
is in my roommate's aunt's name and it's rent controlled so it's pretty
cheap. What about you?"

"I live in Jersey, down near the Shore."

"Nice. I've been to Sandy Hook in the summer. They've got a great nude
beach there."

The idea of this cute kid naked on the beach caused a bit of a stir in my
pants.

"I've heard of it, but I've never been there. I don't think my wife would
be interested in a nude beach."

"What about you, Mr. Peters?"

"Please, call me Ryan. We aren't at work now. I've never really thought
about a nude beach. It just hasn't ever been a part of my life. What do you
like about it?"

"I know that nudists are supposed to say they just enjoy being in a natural
state, but I find it to be a real turn-on. It's so hot being naked in front
of all of those other naked people. I'm constantly getting hard on the
beach and I love it. I think maybe I'm a bit of an exhibitionist."

"Then I guess a nude beach is the place for you. At least you can't get in
any trouble showing off there."

"You'd be surprised at how much trouble I can get into. I'm proud of what
I've got. I don't mind showing it anywhere."

The direction this conversation was taking was definitely starting to get
me aroused. I couldn't adjust my package without being noticed so I decided
to change the subject.

"So how long have you been with the bank, Carlos?"

"A little over three years. I went to school at night and got my degree in
business from City College in December."

"You're kidding! I can't believe you've got a degree and you're working in
the mailroom."

"Yeah, well, I was hoping that it would get me a promotion but it hasn't
done any good so far. I was hired as a black Puerto Rican kid without an
education and that's how they still see me."

"Keep your eyes open. I know the bank does a lot of promoting from
within. If you see an opportunity, grab it."

"I intend to, Ryan, but it isn't easy. I've posted for a couple of trainee
positions and been turned down. I'm not saying it's racism but the bank is
sort of an old boys' club. White guys like you with degrees from Ivy League
schools fit. A kid from the ghetto who went to City College doesn't. It
isn't easy even getting a foot in the door if you're not just like them."

"I never thought of it that way."

"You wouldn't. You're one of them. You fit in. I don't even exist to
them. I'm just the kid from the mailroom, not a real person."

"You sound a little bitter, Carlos."

"I guess I am. I should be used to it and I try not to let it affect the
way I do my job but it's hard not to feel some resentment when I've worked
so hard and others who have always had it easy get all of the breaks."

I cringed a little when he said that. Getting an MBA at Cornell wasn't
exactly easy but I hadn't had it too rough in life. And I suppose I did
take a lot for granted. Doors just always opened up for me.

"I give you a lot of credit for sticking with it and keeping a positive
attitude at work. You seem like a hard-working bright guy with a good
personality. Ability and perseverance can win out."

Carlos joined me at the bar for a drink again after work on Thursday. This
time I managed to keep the conversation on baseball. He was fun to talk to
and even more fun to look at, though I had to keep reminding myself not to
stare. I know he caught me looking a couple of times but he must not have
thought anything of it because he just gave me that cute little smile. I
couldn't quite figure him out.

Tuesday morning he brought my mail in as usual.

"Hey, Mr. P. Wanna get together for a drink tonight?"

"Sure, Carlos. I enjoyed talking to you last week. Meet you at the bar
again?"

"I thought maybe we could go up to a place I like in my neighborhood. It's
a lot looser and isn't full of stuffy business types."

"I don't know, Carlos. I do have to get home at some point."

"You said your wife didn't get in until late so what's your hurry? Besides,
you have to head uptown anyway to get your train."

"That's true. As long as I get in before Anne it doesn't really matter what
time it is. And even if I don't it doesn't make much difference anyway,
though if I were going to be that late I'd call and let her know so she
wouldn't worry."

"Don't sweat it, sir. I'll make sure you get home at a decent hour. Meet me
down in front of the building after work, okay?"

"Okay, Carlos, see you at five."

All day I was looking forward to seeing Carlos after work. I kept telling
myself it was no big deal, just a couple of guys having a drink, but the
thought of looking into those warm dark brown eyes and listening to that
soft exotic voice kept getting me aroused. I crossed the lobby and went out
onto the street and found Carlos was waiting for me. He flashed me that
smile and grabbed my arm.

"C'mon. We're taking the bus."

I followed him to the corner and got on the bus behind him. It was standing
room only and we were jammed up against each other. Due to the difference
in our height his crotch kept bumping against my left thigh. I moved my leg
slightly toward him so it would be pressing into him. He looked up and
smiled at me.

"It's always packed like this. I think some people probably end up having
sex on the bus without meaning to."

I wasn't sure if he was referring to my thigh or not but I blushed. And
continued to enjoy the feel of his bulge rubbing against me.

We got off the bus onto Second Avenue and he led me east on St. Marks Place
to Avenue A. This was a part of the city I'd heard of but never had any
reason to visit. We went into a bar near the corner.

"Isn't this better than that crowded bar full of guys in suits?"

"Hey, watch it. I'm a guy in a suit."

"Yeah, but you're cute."

Did he really say that? He acted like he hadn't said anything at all and
walked over to the bar and sat on an empty stool. I followed and sat on the
stool next to him. The bartender came over and greeted him warmly.

"Hey, amigo, good to see you. It's been a while."

"Yeah, I went to a place downtown a couple of times last week. This is
Ryan. We work together. Ryan, Rick."

"Nice to meet you, Rick. I'll have an Absolut and tonic. How about you,
Carlos?"

"I'll have my usual, Rick."

Rick turned and made my drink and drew a draft beer for Carlos. I laid a
twenty down on the bar but Rick left it there and went to serve someone at
the other end of the bar. Apparently we were running a tab. I took a gulp
of my drink and nearly choked. Rick didn't seem to like tonic very much. We
talked for a while about our childhoods, me telling him about my idyllic
small town life and him telling me about his less than idyllic upbringing
in the South Bronx. After two drinks I started to talk about heading home
but he convinced me to have one for the road. Halfway through the third
drink I excused myself to go to the men's room. I realized I was a little
tipsy walking to the back of the bar. Three strong drinks and nothing to
eat wasn't a very good idea. I was gonna need coffee when I got to Penn
Station.

Fortunately the men's room was empty because it had one of those old
old-fashioned troughs about four feet long instead of individual urinals. I
had just started pissing when the door opened and Carlos walked in.

"Beer runs right through me sometimes." He stood next to me, his arm
bumping against mine as he took out his cock, and let loose with a
stream. "Man, that feels good. A good piss is almost as good as an orgasm,
sometimes."

I glanced down and was again mesmerized by that thick black hose unleashing
a torrent of piss. I didn't even notice when I finished pissing, I just
stood there with my dick in my hand looking down at Carlos's cock. He
wasn't circumcised and he had pulled the foreskin back a bit but it still
nearly covered the head. As he finished and milked out the last few drops
he pulled the foreskin all the way back, exposing a large purplish pink
shiny head. He squeezed it a couple of times and the entire cock lengthened
and thickened noticeably. I was so fascinated by every move he made and its
effect on his dick that I hadn't even realized that I was completely hard
and exposed. Carlos looked down at my dick, then up at me and smiled. He
gave his cock one last pull, put it back in his pants and turned toward the
sink.

"Better put that away before you hurt someone, Ryan."

I looked down and saw my erect thick six-and-a-half inches standing out in
front of me. I awkwardly shoved it back in my fly and zipped up.

"Sorry about that, Carlos. My mind was wandering. Must be the drinks."

"Nothing to be sorry about from what I saw. Your wife must be a happy
woman."

We went back to the bar and finished up our drinks. My mind was spinning
and it wasn't just the vodka. Carlos didn't say anything else about my
obvious excitement in the restroom. He didn't seem upset or offended. I
didn't know what that meant. He just seemed to take everything in
stride. No big deal. I paid the tab and left Rick a generous tip and we got
up to leave. I was a little unsteady on my feet.

"I think I'd better get some coffee before I leave, Carlos. Is there
someplace nearby?"

"Why don't you come up to my place? I live less than a block away and make
a mean cup of coffee."

"I don't want to put you out. I'll just pick up a cup to drink on my walk
to the subway."

"It's no bother. Besides, you aren't gonna get good coffee to go around
here at this time of night. C'mon."

We walked a half a block down Avenue A and into a small brick apartment
building. His apartment was on the third floor and was nicer than I
expected. There was a decent sized living room, a tiny kitchen, one small
bedroom and a bathroom. The decor seemed a bit stodgier than I would have
expected for a couple of young guys.

"Jose's aunt left a lot of her stuff behind when she retired back to San
Juan. It's only one bedroom but that's enough for me and Jose. If one of us
has an overnight guest the other can sleep on the couch."

"How do you get away with keeping the place in her name and at low rent?
Doesn't the landlord know she's not here?"

"The landlord is some corporation uptown. Nobody from up there ever comes
down here. The super knows but Jose and I sometimes do him favors so he's
cool with it and doesn't say anything."

"Favors?"

"Yeah, maybe I'll tell you about it sometime."

Carlos went into the tiny kitchen and set up the coffeemaker. I didn't know
what else to do so I stood in the doorway watching him. I was still feeling
very lightheaded and a bit stupid for drinking so much on an empty
stomach. Carlos kept looking over giving me that little smile. He handed me
a mug and we sat at a small table at one end of the living room.

"What are those hooks for, Carlos?"

He looked up at the ceiling in the middle of the room where there were four
hooks a few feet apart forming a square and shrugged.

"You got me. Jose's aunt used to have a lot of plants. Maybe she hung them
there."

"In the middle of the room? That's not even near a window."

"Who knows?"

He got up, walked over to me and stood to my side. As he looked down at me
he grabbed my right hand and pressed it firmly against his crotch. I could
feel his partially hard dick through the material.

"You want it, don't you?"

"What are you talking about, Carlos? Let go of my hand." I half-heartedly
tried to pull my hand away, knowing I should but not wanting to.

"Don't freak out, Ryan. It's no big deal. It's a nice dick. I know you like
it. I'm kinda attached to it myself."

I managed to pull my hand away from him. I didn't know where this was
heading but it wasn't something I felt I wanted to deal with. As I tried to
focus on a way out of this without making a scene that might get back to
the office all my brain could think about was how hot he had just felt to
my hand, even through his pants.

"Chill out, man. It's okay. I want you too."

He put both of his hands behind my neck and leaned over toward me. He
pressed his lips against mine and kissed me, parting his lips slightly,
sucking my mouth into his. Instinctively I opened my mouth and let his
tongue in. I stood up, wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him into
me, grinding my hips against his, pressing my hard dick into him. My brain
gave up and ceased trying to think. I just went on autopilot.

After the longest kiss of my life Carlos pulled away, grabbed my hand and
led me into the bedroom. He kissed me again as his hands worked feverishly
to remove my clothing. I did the same to him. In no time we were standing
there naked, facing each other at the side of the bed. I'd seen plenty of
naked guys in locker rooms over the years but never allowed myself to
really look at one. And what a beautiful body he had to look at. He was
small and slim, but muscular with skin a rich dark brown and practically no
hair at all. His nipples were dark and about the size of quarters and stood
out on his smooth chest. And that dick! It was fully erect and magnificent;
long and thick with the foreskin stretched back exposing the bulbous
head. I didn't know cocks came that big. Maybe it wasn't really enormous
but it was a lot bigger than mine and on that cute little body it looked
unreal.

Carlos lay down on the bed and pulled me down alongside him. I was in
completely new territory and had no idea what I was doing so I let him take
the lead. He kissed me again but finally pulled himself away from my lips
and slid down a little in the bed, kissing my neck and shoulder as he
moved. He stopped at my left nipple and sucked it into his mouth, running
his tongue around it and nibbling the nub lightly as he sucked.

Oh God, I never felt anything like that. All the years when I'd thought
about sex with guys, nipples never even entered my mind. That was something
I did to women, they didn't do it to men. He moved over and repeated his
magic on my right nipple before coming back up and resuming our kissing. I
slid down and tried to do to him what he'd just done to me. I must have
come pretty close because he was moaning loudly in a few minutes.

He pulled me back up after a while and kissed me again. His mouth was kinda
small, like the rest of him, and his lips were so soft. I was thinking that
I could come just by rubbing against him while we kissed when he slid down
again. He stopped briefly at my nipples, sucking on them each a bit, then
continued down my abdomen, licking and kissing as he went. He took my rock
hard dick in his hand and began to lick it, flicking his tongue over and
around the head, running his mouth up and down the sides of the shaft.

After a few seconds of teasing my dick, he swiveled around into a 69
position and took my cock in his mouth. I did the same to him. He was able
to take my whole dick down his throat but his was so thick I was barely
able to open my mouth wide enough to fit it in at all. I managed to fit
maybe four inches in my mouth before he hit the entrance to my throat and I
gagged. It took a little effort to get the right rhythm going. His dick
tasted so good and it felt so right with him filling my mouth. Soon, he
took his mouth off of my dick and started licking and sucking on my balls,
taking first one and then the other into my mouth. Again, I followed his
lead, and went after his balls. As his tongue passed behind my balls, I had
an idea where he was going. I'd heard of rimming but never thought I'd
experience it. Anne and I had a very conservative sex life - strictly
missionary position, not even any oral sex.

Carlos spread my cheeks and dove in. I did the same to him. I was licking
and sucking and munching on his puckered hole as he did the same to mine. I
knew I couldn't hold out much longer and felt my balls pull up tight. He
must have noticed, because he pulled back, and in one motion, engulfed my
rigid cock in his mouth and slid his middle finger into my well-lubricated
hole. I did the same to him, just as I began firing shot after shot of cum
into his mouth. I don't think I'd ever come that much in my life. He
responded by filling my mouth with his load. I swallowed as fast as he
came, but couldn't keep some from leaking out of my mouth and running down
my chin. He turned around, licked up my chin and kissed me. Then we just
lay there, just cuddling, not saying anything for a while. I wasn't sure
why he was so quiet, but I was lost in another world, dazed by what we had
just done. Finally, I was able to speak.

"That was incredible, Carlos. I've never felt anything like that."

"Yeah, it was kind of nice. I'm glad my dick lived up to your
expectations."

"Actually, I didn't really expect anything, but that was better than I
could have imagined in my wildest dreams."

"So, do you get a chance to do this often? With your looks and body I'll
bet you broke a lot of guys' hearts when you got married."

"No. Believe it or not I've never done it with a guy before. This was my
first time."

"You're shittin' me! Your eyes sure seemed to know what they wanted that
first time you saw my dick in the men's room. I just assumed that you'd
been doing this all along."

"No, I've been with a few women but I always stayed away from guys. Women
were what I was expected to be going after. Men could only get me in
trouble."

"Don't believe it. Men can be a lot of fun. I've got lots of ideas for more
stuff we can do next time."

"I'm not sure there should be a next time, Carlos. I mean, I loved it,
obviously. But I'm married. I love Anne and have never cheated on her
before. I would love to try a lot more with you but I don't think I can do
that to her."

"Don't think of it as cheating on her. The stuff you do with me you can't
do with her. I'm not really competition for her, just something different."

"That sounds like rationalization to me. Having sex with someone other than
my wife is cheating no matter how you look at it."

"Well, look at it this way. You're really focused on your career. A wife
like her is a real asset to your career. A guy like me could never be. So
if there's no way I'm a threat to your marriage, how could this be
cheating?"

"That's not even a good rationalization but it sounds so much better with
you lying naked next to me. I want more with you but I don't think I can do
it. I'll give it some thought, though."

"I'd love some more with you right now but you'd better get going. You're
feeling guilty enough without showing up at home in the middle of the
night."

I got up and slowly got dressed. Carlos sat there naked on the bed watching
me. He walked me to the door and kissed me goodnight.

"Don't feel guilty, Ryan. You're a good man and you love your wife. Maybe
this is just something you have to get out of your system so you don't
spend the rest of your life wondering."

Riding home on the train I wondered if it was worse to not know what I was
missing or to know.


To be continued.