Date: Tue, 09 Aug 2005 05:45:27 +0000 From: Jeff Subject: Office Fantasy The usual disclaimers apply. If you shouldn't be reading this, please leave now. It happens almost every day. He walks past my cubicle and looks in as he goes by. It drives me crazy, actually, because I don't know what he's thinking. Is he looking because he's a homophobe and wants to make sure I'm not checking him out (which I am, of course), or is he looking because he's interested in playing around, but not sure of how to start things rolling? My name is Jess. I'm a 38-year old man working for a very large corporation. I'm married with a couple of kids, but finally accepted myself as a gay man about five years ago. Still, we got through the rough patch and have the marriage back on an "even keel" if you'll forgive the cliche. People wonder how I can be gay and yet still be married to a woman. It's a long story, but it works. That doesn't stop me from wanting guys, though, and this guy is definitely HOT. Being in a skyscraper (by this city's standards), I am in a cube farm, as many in Info Technology are. Vic's cube is adjacent to mine, but in the next row over. We share a mutual corner, but nothing more. We're not even on the same work team. But, we are in the same vicinity, and Vic has no reason to walk through my aisle. So, why does he do it? I know he's married too, but don't know if he has kids or not. But he's got a very nice body and is very good looking. Me? I'm average...a few pounds overweight, which just adds to my confusion. So, I wonder...what would happen if one of us finally broke the ice? Well, the one alternative isn't too pretty, so imagine if the other -- that is, that he's interested in playing -- is the case. I see myself working at my desk, and he makes one of his treks. Only this time, I coincidentally scratch my balls as I'm staring at my computer screen. Vic slows for a moment as he's turned his head to look, double-taking to see if he saw what he thought he just saw. I raise my eyebrow, and a small smile forms on his handsome face. My balls tingle and my cock swells as the connection is finally made mentally. I decide to play it safe...making sure it wasn't my imagination. I return back to the drudgery of the job. It's nearly 5:00 now, and both of us typically work until around 5:30 or 6:00. The rest of the floor is customarily empty of almost all of our fellow employees. Vic again makes the trek around our set of cubes and past my doorway. This time, as he walks by, his hand brushes across his crotch. He gives a slight sideways nod, indicating I should follow. My heart pounding, I wait a few minutes (in case someone might be still around, then with sweating palms, I exit my cube and walk the same direction. I enter the restroom, and sure enough, one of the four stall doors is closed. I walk by the closed door, catching a glimpse of the occupant, and sure enough, I recognize the color of his pants. Oh gosh, it's HIM. Swallowing a dry swallow, I enter the neighboring stall, close the door, wipe the seat, lower my pants and take a seat. My legs are shaking, I'm so nervous. I am unsure of what to do, so I wait, heart pounding. It's not my first experience with a guy, but the first time is always the hardest with someone new, and I haven't done anything with a guy for 5 years. I lean forward slightly, elbows on my thighs and intently watch his feet. After a few minutes of silence, sure enough, a slight movement of his left foot: The tapping of an interested partner. But it's only slight. I give an equally slight movement of my right foot, mostly just flexing my foot inside the shoe. Then another tap of his left...this time more deliberate. I return a tap with the right. Once more, a double tap of his left, followed by a double-tap of my right. I notice that the floor grows darker in front of the commode. He's leaning forward. I follow suit, and then I see his left hand under the partition, a circle made with his forefinger and thumb. He wants to jack me off. I get up and kneel down, putting my completely hard 7" cut cock under the wall slightly, my ass against my heels. (There is plenty of time to get back up if someone enters the room from either side.) I see Vic's knees and then his beautiful 8" cut cock, also hard and dripping. We each reach under the partition and feel the other's dicks. I can feel him trembling. He's as nervous as I am! We spend several minutes caressing each other's cocks, feeling the massive balls of the other man. Finally, I can start feeling his cock pulsate. It's been SO long since I've felt this, and I revel in the excitement. I figure I'm safe from disease since I know he's married too, but I don't want to get anything on my clothes, so I point his dick away slightly to the side. I start to stroke him, caressing his balls with my left hand. I hear his breath increasing, a slight moan escapes from his throat. I feel his cock swell in my hand and his cum burst gloriously from his hard cock. He spurts six or seven times, covering the floor of my stall. My own cock is nearing it's own explosion, a pool of precum on the floor in front of me. His pace increases on my dick, and I feel the wonderful sensation of a pending orgasm. My cock bursts forth seven or eight times and I luxuriate in the feeling. I hear him sigh as my cum flies out, so I figure maybe it's his first time with a guy too. That's ok by me! As we come down from our respective highs, we get up and sit back on the commode, each cleaning up the mess the other man made. But now it turns awkward as we sit, wondering what the other is thinking. Would he beat the crap out of me now? I decide to take a chance and whisper "you ok?" Vic whispers back "yeah....are you?" Still in a whisper, I respond "oh yeah, that was hot." Vic says "yeah it was." Finally, I hear him get more toilet paper, as if to clean himself up, and then he gets up, gets his pants up and flushes. I wait a couple of minutes as he washes his hands then exits the bathroom. I do the same and go back to my desk. My face is flushed and feels hot as I realize what just happened. I don't hear him leave for the day, but as luck would have it, we both get to the elevator at the same time. We are quiet as the elevator descends to the main level. When we get to the lobby, he asks if we can talk for a second. We go outside and since no one's really close by, we just talk there. "Look," says Vic. "I really enjoyed that. I am married, but I just would like to mess around with a guy once in a while. I know you're married too, which is why I felt safe doing what we did up there. But I'd like to try other stuff sometime, if you're game, Jess." I reply, "Vic, that would be awesome. I love my wife and family, but there's a need I have to be with guys too, but I'm so afraid of HIV and STDs that I don't take any chances. So, I'm willing to play as long as you keep it between us. You only have sex with your wife, and me." Vic's face lights up. "Cool...as long as we're agreed that you'd do the same." "Absolutely. Well, I gotta get home. Catch ya later." "See ya, Jess." As we go separate directions, I can't help but look forward to the next time! The setup for this story is real, but the end result and the names are fictional. I don't really know "Vic's" intentions when he walks past my cube, but if it is the way this story goes, then the 15th floor may never be the same again! :-) Comments welcome at jeffstl@hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored.