Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 14:51:14 EDT
From: Botpuppy@aol.com
Subject: The New Kid, Part 1

The New Kid
Part 1
By: botpuppy@aol.com

This is not a continuation of a previous story of mine. "The Kid at the
Bar", but jack was the main character in that, as he is in this story.

Ok, 12:20. I told him to be there at noon, this is enough time to let him
sweat. I left my cubicle and took the elevator to the basement. The light
shines dimly under the crack at the door and I go in. I lean back on an old
desk, hands on hips and stare at him. He gets down on his knees, unbuckles
and un zips me. I look down, eyes narrowed, he gets the message, takes my
hands in his and places them on his ears. This is where I turned my back on
him and left him yesterday when he objected to my directing him to my balls
by his ears.

Jack had been hired a few weeks before I was. He seemed friendly enough,
and I was attracted to him from the beginning. He told me about his mastery
of gymnastics, the leg injury which put him out of serious competition, all
in a very matter of fact way, not at all a blow hard. The gymnastics
certainly was obvious, even in a dress shirt, his broad shoulders and arms
seeming about to burst free at any minute. His chest was broad, pecs
bulging and a narrow waist.  Long fat fingers and big hands still caloused
from gripping the pommel and the rings as well as his body weight completed
a perfect picture for a boy watcher like me.

I need to be careful, I am sure that a gay would not be welcome in this
firm, and I took pains to appear as straight as the other guys and I
thought I was pulling it off. But after a few weeks, I began to realize
that Jack was not fooled. It all began harmlessly, with him stopping in my
cubicle in the morning to talk about the game last night or the other
trivia that straight guys and es pecially jocks will do. I would usually be
at my computer terminal and he would punch my arm playfully in a good
morning gesture. later on, he would put his big hands on my shoulders as if
to knead them loose. I loved the feel of his strong hands on me and I would
turn to smile without breaking his grip. A week of this and I was beginning
to feel pretty tense. My dick would harden when he touched me and I longed
to be able to go further with this, my wishful thinking telling me this was
foreplay.

Next morning I was looking forward to Jack's visit as I was walking to
work.  I passed a Starbucks and decided to treat him with a double
latte. He wasn't in the office when I arrived, so I fired up my computer
and got to work. He came in as usual, just standing close behind me till I
felt his prescence. Hi Jack, there's a latte for you in your cubicle, my
treat, and resumed entering the data into my terminal. He put his big paw
on my cheek and turned me around a quarter turn and then I felt it. His
arrogant prick was hard against my cheek and I felt his body heat. It was a
risky move, our cubicles don't allow much privacy, but I began to move my
head back and forth. He played with my earlobe a little and I was taking
deep breaths to get my pulse rate down to normal. A pat on my cheek told me
that my fantasy was over, at least for now.