Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2006 13:51:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrong Turn, Chapter 2

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please leave. This is a fictional story that takes place in a world where
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characters would take precautions. Please respect yourself and others
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 one that takes a wrong turn. And as for the ending, you'll just
have to read on. The author retains all rights.  No reproductions or links
to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are
appreciated at NJMcMick@yahoo.com.


Chapter 2

I couldn't get my mind off Carlos. I knew what I'd done was wrong and I
shouldn't do it again, but I just couldn't stop thinking about his
body. Friday morning, he was all smiles as usual when he stopped by my
office to deliver the mail.

"Get home all right, sir?"

"Yeah, fine. I'd sobered up a bit before I left. But my head isn't on
speaking terms with me today."

"You should take a few aspirins before you go to bed next time. It wards
off hangovers. At least that works for me."

"Thanks, I'll try it."

Monday morning he was just as chipper. He still didn't make any mention of
my visit to his apartment or pressure me to get together again. Tuesday
when he came by he did ask me about my plans for after work.

"Going out for a drink tonight, Mr. P?"

"I don't think so, Carlos."

"Ah c'mon, sir. Just a drink and some conversation. There's nothing wrong
with that."

It was tempting. We'd done that a few times with nothing else
afterward. There was no harm in just talking. And I wasn't looking forward
to a long evening in an empty house. Anne's rehearsals ran until nearly
eleven and then she went out for a drink with some of the others
afterwards. Why shouldn't she? She didn't have to get up for work in the
morning.

"Okay, a drink would be nice."

"Great! I'll meet you out front."

Once out on the sidewalk I let him talk me into going back to the bar in
the East Village. I had no intention of going back to his apartment but I
didn't know where the conversation might go or who might overhear us in the
bar near the office. I couldn't care less what Rick overheard so I figured
it was safer to go back there. I think maybe I was doing a little
rationalization of my own.

We sat at the same two bar stools and Rick got us our drinks without
asking. I laid some money on the bar again.

"So did you get home before your wife the other night, Ryan?"

"Yeah, I was in bed when she got in so she didn't notice how much I'd been
drinking."

"Did you two have a nice weekend?"

"I really don't want to talk about her if that's okay with you, Carlos." I
was feeling guilty enough about cheating without discussing Anne with
him. Besides, thinking about the mundane suburban weekend we'd had made
last Thursday night with Carlos seem even hotter, and the last thing I
needed was to feel even more attracted to him.

"Sure. I was just making conversation. You still having a hard time with
what we did?"

"Yeah, I guess. I didn't mean to be rude."

"You weren't. It's just that what we did is not that important, really. You
know what's important in your life. A little fun on the side shouldn't
matter much."

"Well, it was a lot of fun. More than I imagined."

"I enjoyed it too. You're really hot, Ryan, and I like you."

"So what's the story with you and your roommate? There's only one bed. Are
you guys a couple?"

"No, but we've been friends since high school. I guess you could say we're
fuck buddies. Whenever we're both horny and don't have anyone else to do it
with we have each other."

"So he wouldn't be jealous if he knew what we did?"

"No way. And Jose knows all about it. I've been keeping him up to date on
you since I first noticed you seemed interested. He says you sound
hot. Besides, we both do other guys all the time. Sometimes together."

"So you do this with lots of guys?"

"Yeah, every chance I get. Like I said, sex is fun. It's exciting and I
love it. Sometimes vanilla, sometimes a little kinky, whatever."

"But don't you want to fall in love, settle down?"

"Maybe someday but not for a long time. I'm too young for that and there's
too many guys I haven't done and things I haven't tried. I want to do it
all before I settle down.  Like that old song says, 'So many men, so little
time'."

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I'd never met anyone so hedonistic
before. I'd had sex with several women and while it was usually good it
also usually meant something to me, it wasn't just for fun. And Thursday
with Carlos had been really special for me, not just a new sexual
experience but a personal one as well. But I had to admit that the idea of
Carlos having kinky sex with guys really turned me on.

We were nearly finished with our second drink and I was feeling a buzz and
was definitely loosening up. I excused myself to go to the men's room. Once
again, Carlos came in seconds behind me. While I was using the urinal he
unfastened his pants and let them fall around his ankles. He turned his
back to me.

"You like my ass, sir?"

I looked down at it. Even though I'd had my tongue up his butt Thursday I
didn't have a good view of it in bed. He had slim hips and a real bubble
butt.

"You are so hot, Carlos."

"Watch this." He sucked on one of his fingers and then bent over slightly,
pulling his cheeks apart with his hands, showing me his little pucker. He
slid the finger right up his hole. "Come up to the apartment, Ryan. I'm
really horny. I want you to fuck me."

"You know I want to but I just can't." The idea of fucking that tight
little hole made me hard in an instant. I've never done that before but
knew I wanted to.

"Please. Just this once. You've already had sex with me so if you think
that's cheating you're already guilty. One more time can't hurt. And you
can't go the rest of your life not knowing what it's like to fuck a
guy. Not now that you've been in bed with one."

I wanted to so badly but held back. He spread his cheeks a bit more and
pushed a second finger inside himself and slid them in and out.

"I want your cock inside me, sir. Please fuck me. Please."

I caved in. I just couldn't resist that hot show he was putting on in front
of me in a public bathroom where anyone could walk in at any minute.

"Okay, let's go. But just this one time."

This time his roommate Jose was home, watching TV in the living room. He
was a bit taller than Carlos and somewhat bigger. He was only wearing jeans
and looked like he was made of muscle. He was much lighter skinned than
Carlos and was probably of mixed race. He looked a little intimidating but
very sexy. Carlos introduced us then pulled me toward the bedroom.

"If you guys need any help in there give me a yell."

Once in the bedroom we wasted no time tearing off our clothes. I'd spent
most of the last few days thinking about being naked with Carlos while
trying not to. I think all of the denial just made me that much hotter for
his body. We practically jumped into bed and I started kissing him, running
my hands all over his sweet body. I kissed my way down his body to his
enormous hardon. I pulled the foreskin all the way back and licked around
the edge of his head, then opened wide and once again tried to fit that
huge log into my mouth. Like the other time, I couldn't even take half of
it.

"Enough foreplay, Ryan. I want to feel you deep inside me. Lay on your
back."

I rolled over and lay down as he instructed. He knelt straddling my hips,
bent over and kissed me passionately. He grabbed some lube from somewhere,
reached around behind himself and coated my throbbing cock with it. He
raised himself up, held my cock straight up and positioned his hole right
over it. He lowered himself until the head of my dick was right against his
hot little pucker. I was so full of anticipation I could hardly
breathe. Without any warning he quickly sat, forcing my whole cock inside
him in one motion. I felt it squeezed by his tight muscles and surround by
intense heat as he engulfed me. It was such a powerful feeling that I
almost came spontaneously. He gasped but didn't seem to be in any pain.

"Don't move, Carlos. I need to adjust to this. I don't want to cum right
away."

"Don't worry, stud. I don't want you to cum right away either. I plan on
riding this dick for a while and getting the most out of it."

He sat still on my cock for a minute, then slowly started moving up and
down on it. He picked up speed and was soon forcefully taking my cock as
deep into him as possible. This wasn't like anything I had ever experienced
with a woman. His ass was magic. We carefully rolled over keeping my cock
buried in him and resumed fucking, with Carlos on his back, his legs over
my shoulders. This was closer to a position I was used to and I started
plowing into him. At first I was afraid of hurting him but he kept calling
out for more. Soon I was thrusting into him as hard as I could. He had both
hands wrapped around his huge dick and was pumping it in rhythm with my
thrusts. He gasped and began to shoot his cum all over his face and
chest. With each shot his ass clamped down on my dick and I started
shooting my cum deep inside him. With my last shot I lost all strength and
collapsed on top of him, out of breath. We just lay there, recovering from
our exertions. After a minute I raised up and let my softening cock slip
out of his hole. He grabbed a towel and cleaned us both up a bit and then I
lay down next to him and he curled up beside me. We just lay there with my
arms wrapped around him.

"Oh God, that was good, Carlos. I've never felt anything like that. I
thought I came a lot last time but this was amazing."

"Yeah, it was pretty intense. You were great for your first time. Are you
sure you haven't done this before?"

"Never with a guy, and never up the ass."

"I guess you're a natural then. You're good, take it from me. I like
getting fucked almost as much as fucking."

"You mean there are guys who can actually take that huge thing up their
ass? How big is it, anyway?"

"Over nine inches and close to six around. Lots of guys like it big, the
bigger the better. Maybe next time I can try fucking you."

"No way. I've never even fantasized about getting fucked. And that monster
dick of yours would rip me apart."

"You might be surprised what can fit inside you. You might even like it."

"I think I'll just stick to fucking you, if that's all right with you."

"Yeah, as long as we get to do it again, that's fine for now."

After that, against my better judgment and my best intentions, my life took
a direction I never could have imagined. It was almost as though I was
addicted to Carlos and his body. I just couldn't get enough. The funny
thing was that my home life went on as usual. Anne and I continued to have
a reasonably good, though somewhat boring, sex life, making love once or
twice a week. We entertained, attended social functions and saw friends. It
was as if nothing had changed; a bit routine and humdrum, but what I was
accustomed to. And work was going well also. I was made head of my section,
something I had been anticipating since the first of the year. Yet every
Tuesday and Thursday afternoon found me on the uptown bus with Carlos
heading for his apartment. We'd stop for a drink at Rick's place and then
go on to the apartment where I fucked his brains out and tried to fit more
of that monster dick down my throat.

After Anne's play had its performances in early June I had to cut back to
one night a week. I could think up a reason to 'work late' once a week but
twice was pushing it. That just made me anticipate our Thursday trysts even
more.

Just before quitting time one Thursday afternoon toward the end of the
month my department head, Bob Randall, called me into his office.

"Take a seat, Ryan. I need your input on a personnel matter."

"Sure, Bob. What's up?"

"As you know, business has been picking up the last year or so. We've had
most of the staff working longer hours just to keep up. That's why we
posted for a new trainee for your section last month."

"I'm aware of that. Have you found someone?"

"I think we have. He's not the typical applicant but he seems
qualified. He's a hard worker and everyone seems to like him. He works in
the mailroom but he recently got a business degree. His name is Carlos
Fernandez. What do you know of him?"

My brain went into a tailspin even before Bob said the name. God, no. Not
Carlos. Not in my section. It was all I could do to breathe when he was
around, much less think. My dick did all of the thinking when I was with
him. I really wanted the best for him but no way would I be able to work if
he was in my section. What was I going to do?

"Ryan? What about Carlos?"

"Oh, sorry, Bob, I was thinking. Yeah, I know him. He seems like a nice
kid, always in a good mood, does his work well from what I can see. But I'm
not sure this is the right place for him."

"What makes you say that? Is there something specific you know about him?"

"No, nothing specific. I'm just not sure he's up to the pressure and pace
around here. He seems a little, I don't know, simple, maybe a little
slow. He's always got that same little funny smile on his face."

I hated saying that about him. One of the many things I'd learned about
Carlos was that he was extremely bright with a very sharp mind. But I
couldn't think of anything else. Maybe I could use that simple smile of his
against him to keep him out of my department.

"I don't know, Ryan. He did well in school and his personnel record is
exemplary."

"I'm not saying that he's not bright, just that maybe he's not up to the
job here. I'm sure he's terribly overqualified for the mailroom and there's
someplace in the company he'd be better suited for but not in this
section. I just don't think he'd fit in here."

"Maybe you've got a point. I know you talk to him every day when he comes
around with the mail so maybe you know him better than most around
here. I'll give some serious consideration to what you've said. Thanks for
your help."

"Anytime, Bob."

I felt like shit when I got back to my office. I knew how much Carlos
wanted to move up in the company, how lousy he felt about working at a job
so far beneath his talents. But I just wouldn't be able to work with him
around me. Part of what made our relationship work was that it was
predicated on sex. Sure, we got along great and enjoyed talking, but that
was all a buildup to sex. That just wouldn't work in the office.

It was a few minutes after five so I took the elevator down to meet Carlos
outside. I didn't know how I was going to look him in the eye. He was quite
excited and seemed even happier than usual when I saw him.

"What's up?"

"I've got good news, I think. I'll tell you when we get to the bar. No
point in trying to talk on the bus."

We spoke very little until we were at the bar and Rick placed our drinks in
front of us. I downed half of mine in one gulp. The vodka burned a bit but
I needed it.

"Damn, you must be thirsty."

"Rough day. So what's your news?"

"I think I may have a new job. I posted for a trainee position last month
and this afternoon a friend who's a clerk in Human Resources said it looked
good, that it wasn't final but it looked like I was going to get it. They
just had a few loose ends to tie up."

"That's fantastic!" I downed the rest of my drink and pushed the glass to
the edge of the bar for a refill. "Why didn't you tell me you were up for a
job? I know how much you want to start doing something more challenging."

"I didn't want to jinx it. After all, this is my last chance this year."

"What do you mean, last chance?" Rick handed me a new drink and I took a
gulp.

"They only let you post for three jobs a year. I guess they don't want to
all spend their time doing paperwork for people who apply for every job out
there. Besides, after getting turned down three times you start to look
like a loser. Anyway, you know I was passed over twice already."

Oh shit! I had forgotten about that. Just what I needed to feel even
worse. But maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe I could manage to work with
Carlos around. After all, even if he were in my section that didn't mean
he'd be in my office all day. I decided to talk to Bob first thing in the
morning. But that didn't slow down my drinking. I was way ahead of Carlos
and ordered a fourth drink while he was in the men's room.

"Damn, you're drinking a lot. We've got to get moving if you want to have
time for some fun back at the apartment."

"Don't worry, babe. I called the wife while you were in the restroom. Told
her my meeting turned into a dinner meeting and I was going to be late. So
I've got all night, well, at least until the last train. I've gotta be at
Penn Station by twelve."

"Even so I don't think it would be a good idea for you to drink until
then. Remember we've got work in the morning. But I guess another beer
wouldn't hurt. I'm in the mood to celebrate."

He signaled Rick who misunderstood and brought us each a drink. By the time
I finished mine I could barely stand. Carlos put an arm around me and
helped me out of the bar and down the street to the apartment. For only the
second time since we'd been going there Jose was at home.

"Man, even drunk you're really hot. Carlos really hit the jackpot with
you. Looks like you've been out celebrating something, maybe a little too
much. Need any help, Carlos?"

"Yeah, Jose. Help me get him into the bedroom and get his clothes off. I'm
about to drop him."

They half carried me to the bed, laid me down and took off my clothes. I
just lay there naked, drunker than I could remember being since college
while they looked down at me.

"Man, he is nice, Carlos. What a hot body! I'd love to get into that."

"Yeah, but he's more than just a nice body, Jose."

"How about sharing?"

"That's up to Ryan. Maybe another time when he's feeling better."

He disappeared into the bathroom and came back a minute later with a glass
of water and a couple pills.

"Here's some aspirin. Better take it now or you'll be sorry."

He pulled a sheet over me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Take a nap, baby. I'll wake you in time for your train."

I awoke to Carlos sitting on the edge of the bed lightly shaking my
shoulder.

"Time to get up, babe. You've got a train to catch. I've made some coffee
to get you started."

"Thanks. What time is it?"

"Quarter to eleven. You've got plenty of time. How are you feeling?"

"Like shit. I think I'm still drunk."

"I'm sure you are. You've only been asleep a couple of hours. Get dressed
and come get some coffee. Then I'll walk you to the subway."

He reached under the sheet and gave my dick a squeeze, leaned over and
kissed me on the cheek, then got up and went into the living room. What a
sweet boy.

I took more aspirin when I got home and it seemed to help. My stomach
didn't feel so hot when I woke up but my head was okay. First thing when I
got to work I headed for Bob's office.

"What do you mean you've changed your mind, Ryan?"

"I thought it over last night and maybe the kid deserves a chance. After
all, you said his college transcript was good, he's a good worker and he
gets along with everyone so well. Let's see what he can do."

"It's a little late for that now. I went with your opinion and sent the
paperwork downstairs last night."

"Can't you call them? You could say you had some new information and wanted
to change your position."

"Ryan, you're new at this so I'm not holding it against you but from now on
when I ask for your opinion I want an answer I can depend on. You can't
keep changing your mind. And there's no way I'm calling Human Resources and
making myself look like an ass by changing mine. You'll just have to live
with yesterday's decision and its consequences."

Fuck! Carlos was really going to be disappointed. He was so sure he had the
job. And I was the one who screwed him. Some friend I was. I went back to
my office and tried not to think about what a louse I was.

Around ten-thirty he came into the office with the mail. For the first time
since I'd met him, he wasn't smiling. It was obvious he'd been given the
news. I played dumb.

"What's up, Carlos? You don't look your usual self."

"I didn't get the job. I thought it was a done deal but apparently someone
fucked me. I was so sure I had it. I can't imagine why anyone would do that
to me."

"I'm sorry, Carlos, but I'm sure it wasn't personal. Maybe just a
misunderstanding or something."

"Bullshit! More likely it's just more racism. This place sucks. I've got my
friend in Human Resources trying to get a look in the file to see who
screwed me."

"Why? Where would that get you? There's nothing you can do about it
now. Just hang on until January and try again. I'll see if there's anything
I can do to help you next time."

"I know I can't do anything about this. I just want to know who the bigoted
asshole is who did this. And thanks for your offer, Ryan. You're a real
friend."

I just wanted to crawl into a hole. How could I have done this to him? I
couldn't even focus on work the rest of the day. I wasn't sure if Carlos
would find out what I'd done but it didn't matter. I was beating myself up
enough for it. I left the office at five to head home for the weekend. As I
stepped out onto the sidewalk I saw Carlos standing there looking furious.

"You shit!!! You did it to me! All the time we were out last night and
talking this morning you knew. You weren't content with fucking my ass. You
had to fuck my life as well. What kind of monster are you?"

I quickly looked around. More than a few people had stopped and were
staring at us but no one I knew. I grabbed Carlos' arm and led him away
from the building, desperately trying to explain what had happened, why I'd
done what I had.

"I'm so sorry, Carlos. I just didn't think. I didn't realize how much this
would hurt you. I'm your friend. I want to help you."

"Do you even hear yourself? What kind of bullshit are you saying? You want
to help? By totally fucking up my last chance? Some help. Some friend you
are."

"Please let me try to make it up to you. I am your friend. I'll do
anything. Please."

"Just stay out of my life, asshole. You're lucky I'm a nice guy or I could
really fuck up your life."

He stormed off toward the bus stop on the corner. I just stood there
staring after him, feeling emptier than I could ever remember. What had I
done?

To be continued.