Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2016 16:18:07 -0700
From: Elyrc Caledon <elryc.caledon@gmail.com>
Subject: Affair at Work

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  Any similarities between actual
events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are
purely coincidental. This story may involve descriptions of unsafe sexual
acts between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to
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It was near lunchtime and a long, boring afternoon at the office stretched
in the hours ahead of me. I was arranging some of the work on my desk into
orderly piles when a lithe figure darkened the doorway into my office.  I
felt a familiar tightening in my gut so I stalled by continuing to fiddle
with the papers.

"Dude!"

I huffed a little sigh and looked up with some resignation.  I already knew
what the topic of conversation would be.

Bert was regarding me with shining eyes, "Dude," he continued, "Did you see
that dress Michelle is wearing today?"

I rolled my eyes, "No, I didn't notice anything," I lied.

Of course Bert knew I was lying--the dress Michelle was wearing today was
outrageous and she ought to have been sent home to change into something
more  appropriate for the office--or simply let go, as I would have
preferred.  I had discovered a few months before that Michelle was stealing
long-distance on the company's telephone plan.  Bert & I both knew about it
but Bert prevented me from reporting her and refused to report her himself.

Bert broke into a wide grin, "Those fucking tits of hers are practically
popping out of that top!"

"Christ," I barked out, "Keep your voice down!  Bert, you do realize her
breasts are totally fake, right?  You can see the ridges of the implants
bulging out just below her collarbones."

"It doesn't matter man!  Those are fantastic tits!"

I rolled my eyes again.

"Grab your bag man, today is a workout day."

I'd forgotten about that.  Three days a week, Bert & I worked out together
in a tiny gym facility located in the basement of the office building.  I
had been putting on weight of recent years, and Bert was determined that I
should vanquish the few extra pounds by working out with him.

"Okay," I grabbed my gym bag which was stashed under my desk.  Bert was
insistent that I should lose about 5 more lbs.  That, and the way he fussed
at me about my clothes, how I had my hair cut, what kind of car I drove,
all served to hint to me there was something between us that I couldn't
quite put a name to.

As we rode the creaking elevator from the floor our office as at, down to
the basement, I listened with only half an ear to Bert's chatter as I
reflected on our rather odd relationship.  On the face of it, we did not
have much in common.  I was the descendent of farmers in Oklahoma, with
with plain looks, mousey dishwater blond hair and ordinary hazel eyes.

Bert on the other hand was dark and handsome, with flashing dark brown
eyes fringed with almost impossibly long lashes for a man.  Early on, I
had half suspected Bert of wearing eye liner, but he wasn't.

We were both married at the time, we both had children and settled home
lives.  I was definitely bisexual, but I had firmly quashed any desires
(or so I thought) for men and had made up my mind to live as a heterosexual.
I felt I had made my decision and needed to abide by it in an honorable
way.  Bert, however, was under no such compuction.

I was influenced by other factors as well.  I had suffered through a few
bad sexual experiences with men in the past, prior to my marriage and I was
determined not to repeat the mistakes I had made.  Bert was attractive;
although rather short in the leg, he more than made up for that as he was
quite handsome.  But his looks were not enough to entice me into acting on
any desires.

Bert also was brash and charming.  There was much Bert got away with I would
never have dreamed of attempting, simply by reason of his good looks and
his innate ability to charm people out of the last penny in their pockets.

And it seemed to me Bert was blessed with far more than an extra measure of
plain good luck.  Everything he touched seemed to turn to gold; with the
sole exception of his marriage.

Bert had married a woman who, within a matter of months after their nuptials
had joined an ultra-conservative church, via a meddlesome childhood friend's
introduction and subsequent encouragement.

Abruptly, Bert's wife stopped wearing makeup, she stopped cutting her hair
and stopped wearing anything other than plain and dull skirts or dresses.
Within a few weeks, she changed from the vibrant and happy young bride Bert
had married to a dowdy, colorless and faded woman of slovenly and uncaring
dress who wore ugly shoes and carried herself with a particularly
unattractive prim and self-righteous demeanor that was anathema to the fun-
loving husband she had attached herself to.

By the time their children came along, Bert had given up trying to reason
with his wife and now simply did what he could to avoid being in her company
for any length of time.  Bert had informed me that his wife had practically
cut him off sexually--the only time she permitted intercourse was if she
felt she was ovulating and therefore could become pregnant.  Otherwise, he
wasn't allowed to touch her as she had declared the only scriptual reason
for sexual congress, or "rendering the marital due," as she put it, was
reserved soley for the procreation of children.

So Bert had a lot of baggage to contend with, and he was chaffing at the
restrictions his wife and her religion had imposed upon him.  Bert smoked
and he drank (often to excess, it has to be admitted) and to say that
his wife was a huge disappointment to him was a understatement at the least.

Another reason I wanted to be careful to avoid any entanglements, was that
Bert was my direct supervisor.  I felt an instinctive caution, having
learned from years of experience when to listen to that little voice of
common sense and warning when I was on the verge of doing something that
could lead to a lot of problems.

I was safe, I was happy--I lived in a nice home, drove a decent car, had
a good job.  I wanted things to stay that way.

With a bang, the elevator shuddered to a stop and we exited.  The gym
was small, tucked into on side of the massive basement of the building
with consisting of a weight machine and three bikes.  There was
a TV screen up on one wall.  Beside the gym, were two bathroom/locker
rooms.

We changed quickly into our workout clothes; Bert & I had been nude
around each other enough times now where I didn't have to fight my eyes
to keep them at shoulder height or higher.  Still, it could be a struggle
not to ogle Bert's compact, well shaped body.  I especially envied Bert's
flat stomach and his thin flanks.

Bert's genitals were unremarkable, we both were of the "grower," type in
public situations.  The glans of his circumsized penis seemed a bit thicker
than my own, otherwise, his scrotum drooped much as my own did with similar
sized testicles.

We had a good workout, with Bert spurring me on to keep riding the bike
longer than I would have done if I had been by myself, and he pushed me on
the weight machine to lift more than I should have.  My arms and shoulders
were always left aching afterwards--and not always in a good way.  I
wasn't as strong as Bert.

Bert kept up a light-hearted banter throughout the hour we spent in the
gym.  We went to shower and he glanced over at me as we stepped under
the showerheads.

"Dude, I think you've lost some weight!"

"You think so?" I absent mindedly replied.  I didn't really care one way
or the other, I didn't want get grossly obese, but neither did I see any
point in starving myself all the time either.

"Yeah man, you have.  And, by the way, it makes your dick look bigger."

"Bert!" I exclaimed, startled out of my private reverie, "Stop looking at
me down there.  Jeez, what is wrong with you?"

"What?" Bert laughingly said, "We both have dicks, we're both guys, who
cares?

"Someone might hear you Bert," I remonstrated, "I don't want any tongues
wagging around the office."

"You ever jerk off down here when you're by yourself?," Bert asked, giving
his penis a suggestive tug and clearly not caring if anyone could hear or
not.

"No!" I exclaimed, feeling shocked at the casual way Bert was fondling
himself in front of me, and in such a public setting too. I turned away
from him slightly and busied myself with rinsing off.

"I have man," Bert said in a lower, more conspiring tone, "Lots of times."

I adopted a more patronizing air, "Isn't that a bit juvenile?"

Bert didn't reply, and I finished and stepped out and started drying off.

Bert finished as well, and as we were dressing, he announced that he
wanted me to go with him on a property inspection that afternoon.

I groaned, "Bert, I have so much to do."

"So what?" Bert replied, "You're supposed to be my backup, this is an
important client and you need to be able to cover me while I'm out on
vacation."

"Fine," I muttered.  I hadn't felt like tackling all the crap on my desk
anyway, and it would be there in the morning anyway.  Nothing there was
really urgent.

We dropped our gym bags back upstairs at the office and then got into Bert's
small pickup.  He always drove like a maniac and I prepared myself for an
afternoon of terror, at least one or two near-death experiences as well as
possible  motion sickness brought on by several unnecessarily violent lane
changes and turns.

I didn't pay much attention to where we were going at first, but after a
while I recognized the well-to-do Scottsdale neighborhood we were in and
I realized we were nearing the home of Bert's father, who was divorced and
lived alone.

Sure enough, we pulled into the driveway of Bert's father's home.

"Why are we here?" I asked, "Your dad is out of town."

"Yeah, I just thought I'd check the place out and make sure everything is
okay," Bert replied.

"I'll just sit here then," I said.

"No dude, come on in, there's some stuff I want to show you."

Sighing a little, I got out and followed Bert into the spacious home.  It was
a nice home, I had seen it several times before, but it was plainly a huge
bachelor's pad.  There wasn't a bit of style or taste anywhere.  Bert's father
had never remarried, and had been living alone for over 30 years or so and
it showed.

Bert walked around, checking the windows & patio doors to make sure everything
was locked up.  We went out to his father's work garage, where he worked on
antique cars as a hobby, and checked out a recent acquisition, some old rust
bucket Bert's father had found in some obscure barn somewhere in Kansas.  I
knew that by the same time next year, the car would have been completely
restored and ready to be sold at some fabulous price.

We headed back into the house, and I started heading towards the front door
when Bert told me to come back, he wanted to show me something.  He was in
his father's den, a room with a leather couch, piles of junk and a dusty
TV in a corner.

"My dad has an awesome video collection," Bert said proudly, pulling open a
sliding cabinet door on a shelf unit which revealed the lurid titles of a
tolerably extensive collection of porn.  "Here, check this one out," and he
handed me a DVD that had a picture of several half naked blond women on it.

"Ew," I cringed as I glanced at the cover and hurriedly handed it back to
Bert, "So you're telling me your old man, past the age of 75, sits in here
and jerks off watching this shit?  That's just gross!" and I looked at the
leather couch with disfavor, half expecting to see the traces of semen on
some of the surfaces.

"My old man doesn't have time for women," Bert said, as he sifted through
some of the titles on the shelves, "And that's good for me, 'cause I'll get
all his money when he finally kicks the bucket, and there won't be any greedy
bitch in the way grabbing all his shit for herself."

"There!" Bert exclaimed, "This is the one I was looking for, there's a girl
on here who I swear looks exactly like Michelle, you gotta see these tits!"

"Bert!, we're supposed to be working!"

"It won't take long, come on, sit down."

I carefully inspected the seats on the couch; they looked clean enough.  I sat
down hesitantly and prepared myself to be bored and to fake some interest in
whatever it was that Bert was hell-bent on my seeing.

Bert started the DVD, then sat on the couch beside me holding a controller and
started the player.  There were the usual vapid scenes, horrible dialoge and
even worse acting, all of which was completely uninteresting to me.  The men
on the video looked unnatural, big brutes who looked as if they had been
abusing their bodies with steriods for decades.

"Look, there is she is!" Bert said excitedly, "Doesn't she look just like
Michelle?"

I had to admit there was some passing resemblence, and I said something to
that effect.

"Look at that guy pounding her pussy, he's so fucking lucky," Bert said,
"He's got a really big cock too, wish mine was that big," and he reached down
to the front of his slacks and adjusted himself.

"Size isn't everything," I murmurred, trying not to look at Bart's hand as he
then began a not so subtle massage of his penis through the front of his
trousers.

The DVD played on, while the actors kept on, the woman had her legs in the air
and was crying out with the thrusts of her partner in what seemed to me an
entirely fake performance.  She was simply making noises for the sake of the
camera crew.

Bert on the other hand was becoming completely aroused, I kept glancing at his
crotch and the hard outline of his erection was clearly visible.

Bert caught my eye, and grinned, that shameless, shit-eating grin he was so
well known for and that always got him his way.

"Dude, I really need to jerk off," Bart said, unzipping his pants as he did so,
"It's been like a week since I got off. You wanna jerk with me?"

My penis was hard in spite of myself, and it was pressing against my pants,
but I shook my head no, "Bert, this is kind of weird."

"No it's not man, it's cool.  I've jerked off with school buddies before, it
doesn't mean we're puffers."

By now I was really hard, and I was feeling the need to get off as well.  I
didn't want to shoot off in my pants either, as the mess would be hard to explain
to my wife so I needed to be careful.

Bert was playing with his penis now, then he stood up, and unceremoniously
stripped out of his clothes.

Bert settled back onto the couch, still avidly watching the TV screen, with his
erection jutting up into the air.  He looked over at me with a sort of mild
irritation, "Dude, it's okay.  Shuck those clothes off, and let's bust our
nuts and get on with the afternoon with clear heads."

Unable to hold out any longer, I have to admit I caved.  I stood and quickly
undressed, not looking at Bert while I did so.  Bert kept his eyes on the
screen, though he did look over at me when I sat down.

"Your dick is about the size of mine," Bert commented, "But I think my balls
are bigger."

"I wouldn't know" I muttered, feeling my face flush a little.  I allowed
myself to glance at Bert's crotch as he seemed so open about examining me
and my privates so thoroughly.  His penis had reddened and was standing
tall as he stroked it.  It was much different than the way it appeared in
the locker room.

"Man, I need to slow down," and Bert's movements stopped.  "I don't want to
cum yet."

"I don't know if I can," I said, "I'm too nervous to be honest."

"Here, I'll help you," Bert said and reached over and started stroking my
penis.

I gasped at the unexpected contact and instinctively tried to pull Bert's
hand off of me, but he brushed my hand away and continued.

"Fuck yeah, you've got a nice dick," he said.

I let my hand drop and let my head fall back against the coach cushions.
It all felt a bit surreal.

"I don't wanna just jerk off," Bert said, "I need to fuck somethin'," and
then he looked me in the eyes.  "I want to fuck you, I'm not that big and I
won't hurt you."

"Bert!" I gasped, "I don't think that's a good idea," I groaned as his hand
clamped firmly around me.

"It'll be okay," Bert insisted, "We won't tell anyone," and then he left
off stroking me and went out to the kitchen, returning with a bottle of
olive oil.

"This is all I could find for lube, here, rub some on your hole."

I tried to think of a way to protest, to stop what was happening, but by
now I was so aroused I couldn't even think coherently.  I did as Bert told
me, and rubbed some of the oil around the tight opening to my anal canal.

"Turn over," Bert ordered.  I got up on the couch cushion on my knees, and
leaned forward on the back of the couch.  I felt the blunt head of his
penis press against me, then he withdrew it and applied some oil.  When he
pressed against me again, he slipped inside.

I gasped with the pain of an unexpected cramp.  Bert stayed still.  When he
felt me relax, he slid the remainder of his length inside of me.

"Fuck yeah dude," Bert said quietly, "This feels so fuckin' hot."

He began to thrust, cautiously at first, then with more authority.  I began
to stroke my penis in time with his thrusts.  After the initial discomfort
faded, his invading penis felt good.  After a few minutes of steady
thrusting, I felt the urge to ejaculate approaching and groaned deeply as
my semen spurted out onto the cushion underneath me.  Bert stiffened as I
tightened around him, and I felt his penis pulse as his seed flowered deep
inside of me, once, twice, three, four times.  His penis moved back and
forth in the new slickness.

"Dude," Bert said breathlessly, "I'm not gay man, but we have GOT to do
this again sometime.  Your ass is fantastic!," and he slid out of me.

I was completely drained, and turned around and sat down, heedless of the
stickiness under my thighs.

We got dressed, and assured each other that what had happened was okay, and
that we weren't going to tell anyone.

And thus began our affair, which I have never regretted.  Bert aways
initiates the contact, I always follow his lead.  I have no idea where it
may lead one day.  For the time being, I simply enjoy the time we spend
together.

~ Finis ~