Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2007 04:07:45 +0000
From: juanmacias_2k@hotmail.com
Subject: Thanks to Chuck (2/?)

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LOOKING FOR THE TOPIC TALKED ABOUT IN THIS STORY, SEXUAL GAY STORIES,
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DUE TO SOME RECENT EVENTS IN MY LIFE, I, FOR ONCE, AM WRITING A STORY
THAT HAS MORE ROMANCE, IS LONGER AND MORE DETAILED. IF YOU ARE ONE OF THE
PEOPLE THAT ARE MORE INTO THE SEX SCENES, I RECOMEND THAT YOU READ A
DIFFERENT STORY, AS YOU WILL NOT FIND MUCH "ACTION" IN THIS TALE.

                I twisted my head and opened my mouth a bit. He slowly
slid his slippery tongue into my wet mouth. We twister our heads back and
forth while playing with each others' tongues. I knew it was wrong, but
on the inside, it felt so right. He leaned on me, and was now completely
on top of me. I, for once in a very long while, I was happy, but I knew I
couldn't do it. "I'm sorry Chuck, I can't do this, and this isn't
anything like me. I love girls, but I could not help myself but kiss
you." I whimpered, very softly, as my eyes started watering. "It's ok
Joey. Stay here and we can talk about it. Maybe I can help you." He
said, putting his arm around my shoulder. "I can't do this. This is so
strange!" I almost screamed, I ran out to my car, but I forgot that I
was in Chuck's apartment, and he drove me here. Instead, I ran down the
apartment complex's corridor and into a bathroom, cold tears rushing
down my face. I locked the door before he could try to stop me. I sat
against the door and cried. I didn't know why I did that, but I
couldn't stop.

                After a while, I decided to come out, but he was no
longer outside. I walked to his apartment and knocked on the door, but no
answer. I looked through the parking lot, but his car was gone too. I
looked at my watch; it was 11:00 P.M. I could not wait, so I decided to
call a cab. I reached for my phone, but I didn't have it. "I must have
left it inside" I said to myself. I leaned on the wall right next to his
door, hoping he would be back soon.

                I opened my eyes to a bright sun. I was in my apartment.
I hope that that was all a dream. It was getting late and I should have
been up half an hour ago. I rushed, missed breakfast, and drove to work
in a hurry. It seemed like every other day. I ran upstairs to get all of
my stuff ready.

                It was odd. I knew what I felt for Chuck, but I also knew
that it just couldn't be. However, I was anxious to see him. I looked
carefully through all the cameras. I found his desk on camera # 11. I was
watching him working and printing and speaking on the phone the whole
day. He seemed a bit strange, and a bit thoughtful. Also, he did not go
out of his office except for the bathroom. Finally, lunch time came. I
saw Chuck leave his office, head downstairs, and out of the office. This
gave me a chance to blink. I ran to the bathroom and back. When I came
back, I sat down and checked my e-mail, but I didn't get anything worth
opening. I glanced back at the monitors and I saw Chuck walking through
the lobby and into the elevator.



                As the elevator doors closed, Chuck pressed my floor's
button, and he was carrying two bags. I really hoped that he brought me
lunch, and I was anxious to see him. But then I was devastated. He was
looking at the camera, and his eyes shined. Two tears ran down his pale
cheeks, and he looked away. He quickly wiped his eyes and straightened
himself up. I now questioned whether the events I experienced were a
dream or reality. I pretended to be busy watching monitors, though I
expected him in any second. The door violently swung open, Chuck walked
in, avoiding my eyes at al cost. He simply put one of the bags on my lap
and started walking away.

                "Did last night really happen?" I asked. "All I
remember is you picking me up, football, and I woke up at my apartment
the next morning. Was it a dream? Or did it really happen?" I asked
again. I tried to walk around him and close the door. "What happened
last night was something I wanted from the moment I met you. I was so^Å
frustrated. I wanted to talk to you but you locked yourself in the
bathroom. You cried, and I now realize that you don't want this. I had
to leave because I could not stand the pressure on me. When I came back I
found you asleep right by my door. I brought you into my car and drove
back to your apartment. The point is^Å I am leaving this job because I
now know that^Å" I walked up to hi, grabbed his head and kissed his
teeth. We both giggled and smiled, and them we kissed again, this time it
was the right way. I knew that it couldn't be, I was convinced, but I
loved Chuck, and I know he was the best thing that's ever happened to
me. I didn't know what would be of us, but I wanted to go through it, no
matter what.

                The whole work-day, I was thinking. I could not take my
eyes of f of camera # 11. So many times, he looked at the camera and blew
me a kiss. We decided to meet after work, and though I was nervous, and I
was confused. I did not know what the future held for me, but I was ready
to face it.

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