Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2012 20:55:44 -0400
From: blm33@kc.rr.com
Subject: Here's to you, Javier   (story title)

This is strictly a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons living
of dead is purely coincidental. Do not read this if where you live, you are
to young to be legally reading sexually explicit material!!!

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HERE'S TO YOU, JAVIER

By Bill Moretini


Ted paused by my cubical and looked in. "Did you get a look at the guy that
entered Jake's office for an interview?" he asked.

"No," I said, "what about him?"

"He looked rather ordinary. Probably won't cut the mustard."

"Don't know, and don't care. Don't judge a book by it's cover. Hey, I've
got to get this done before quitting time, if you don't mind, Ted."

Ted whirled around dramatically and left. I could care less about his
fretting too. Ted was always concerned whenever a new person was hired. He
wasn't that good at his job and always worried about getting replaced.
Actually, I had noticed the man enter Jake's office. I didn't think he
looked all that ordinary. Actually, I thought he was somewhat attractive,
not that it mattered.

On the following Monday, our boss, Jake Rico, cast his shadow in my cubical
doorway. That same man Ted had brought my attention to was standing beside
him.

"Marc, meet our newest employee. Javier, this is Marc."

I rose and offered my hand. His hand warmly shook mine.

"Welcome to the joint, Javier," I said. He smiled and nodded.

'He'll be taking the empty cubical across the isle from you," said Jake.

"Good! Welcome aboard, neighbor," I said.

Javier just smiled a bit. It struck me that he might be a little shy, but
of course, who wouldn't be on their first day on a new job.

"Come with me to the supply room," Jake said to Javier.

As Javier turned to follow Jake, he gave me what I would call a searching
glance. But why, I couldn't imagine. I quickly got back to work on my
project. I had to get my rough engineering project to the final engineering
department by quitting time. Soon, Jake and Javier returned.

"Marc will help you get your laptop and other stuff set up."

"I can't, Jake! Tomorrow, yes, but I've got to get this project to the
other department."

"Well, maybe after quitting time?, huh Marc?"

"If I must. Now let me get back to work!" I said firmly. "Show Javier to
the lunch room and break room, the coffee bar and the men's room."

Jake immediately braced. He didn't like underlings telling or even
suggesting what he should do, but I didn't give a crap. All I cared about
was finishing my project. Fortunately, Jake drug Javier away.

I was getting the clock-watchers jitters. I was stuck. I frantically went
over the scribbled roughs that I had to go by. Finally, I found the missing
information and busily finished my project. I rushed my drafts and original
info to the main engineering department. When I got back to my cubical,
Javier was sitting in his cubical, waiting for me, while other employees
made a mad sweep toward the elevator hall.

"Are you ready for me to help set up your workplace?" I asked Javier.

"I suppose so. But I have to use the little boy's room first."

"Hell, so do I," I said. "Let's go."

Eager to get on with it, I led the way. I pulled up in front of a urinal in
the middle. Javier passed up three and chose the one to my immediate
left. I unzipped and dug for my cock and fished it out. It takes me a while
to get primed if someone is standing right next to me. I strained, but I
heard Javier's piss hit the urinal before I could get going. But that did
it for me.

I finished and flipped it off and shoved it back into my briefs. My
peripheral took note of Javier shaking the heck out of his cock. I sneaked
a sidewise glance and could swear that his cock was either quite long or he
was beginning to get an erection. I quickly zipped up and turned around. As
I did, Javier looked at me out of the corner of his eye. It gave me a woozy
feeling. I nervously washed and dried my hands and waited. for Javier to do
the same. He finally did.

I led the way back to our cubicles. Except for the janitor, who always got
an early start, we were the only ones there. I wasn't ready, I mean really
ready to help Javier set up his workplace.

"Do you mind if we do this tomorrow?" I asked.

"That would be fine with me, Marc."

"Good. Let's get out of here. I could use a drink," I said. "How about you,
Javier?"

"That would be fine too," he said. "I know a place real close to here."

"You do? The closest place I know of is over five blocks west of
here. We'll go to your watering hole," I said. "Here's the elevator now."

It felt a little strange to go down with only Javier and me in the
elevator. I was used to everybody jamming in to get away from work as fast
as possible. Not a word was spoken until we exited the revolving doors and
were on the sidewalk.

"Which way, Javier?"

"Around that corner and just under three blocks north."

"That's way off the main drag," I said. "Everything is happening on Royal
street. But if it's closer, why not? Lead on, Javier."

We rounded the corner and started walking north. The whole street ahead of
us looked deserted. His stride was more spry than mine. I credited that to
my working all day and Javier not showing up for the interview until just
after noon. The first block consisted of the rest of the huge building
where we worked.

"How long have you worked there?" asked Javier.

"Too long! Oh, I guess nineteen months. Started right after college. Where
did you work before, if you don't mind my asking?"

"I haven't. I just graduated from architectural design school, so I've got
a lot to learn. Any help you could give me at this job would be more than
welcome."

"I'll be glad to do what I can," I said. "Well that's two blocks. I don't
see anything that looks like a bar."

"They keep it low key. Almost private, but not really. It's that black door
under that globular blue light."

"Good, I'm thirsty. No outside windows?"

"Like I said, they are somewhat private although anyone is welcome. Well,
Marc, we're here."

Javier opened the door for us and I lead the way in. I stopped quickly so
that I wouldn't stumble into something.

"They sure keep it dark," I whispered.

"Your eyes will soon adjust," said Javier. "I know my way around, so I'll
put my hand on your shoulder and guide you along."

A red light glared brightly. I could make out bottles on glass shelves.

"This booth for two will do. I'll buy the first round. What would you like,
Marc?"

"Uh?, something with sloe gin. I want to feel it fast and relax."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

I blinked my eyes to try to see better. A wispy ribbon of cigarette smoke
picked up the redness of the light. I heard laughter. I had barely noticed
conversations before. And this one was just two tables away near the
center.

"Are you kidding darling? I don't have to tell you what I would have done."

"Let me guess. You would have sashayed right up to him and grabbed his
package and run your tongue over your rosy botoxed lips?, darling."

"You know it, dearee."

It was the voices of two men, acting rather feminine.

"Here's your drink, Marc. Sorry it took so long," Javier said, and then
slide into the booth across from me.

"Oh?thanks. What kind of a bar is this?" I asked.

"It's a gay bar, Marc. I hope you're alright with that."

"A gay bar! Well?I?, I guess it doesn't matter," I stammered."

"Yeah! It's a Gay bar, honey!" came the same voice I'd heard before, only
far more loudly. "Who knows, you might get lucky, sweetie."

"Marvin! He's my friend!" said Javier.

"Well lucky you, dear."

"Now cut that out and let us drink in peace," Javier said.

"Did you say you were going to get a piece?"

"That's it! Shut the fuck up!" Javier yelled.

"Pipe down or take it outside!" yelled the husky voice of the bartender.

A few sniggers cut though the reddish haze. Javier turned back to me.

"You haven't touched your drink," said Javier.

"Yeah? Well watch this!" I said, and guzzled the mild liquor that would
later hit with a punch. "I fucking needed that. Those guys are talking gay
talk, aren't they?" I asked.

"Yes. You might as well know right off that I'm gay. I don't wear it on my
sleeve, but I'm not ashamed of it either. Are you okay with that?"

"I?, I don't care one way or the other. I have nothing against gays. I just
don't understand what they?, I mean, guys like you do."

"It's not rocket science, Marc. Like the old saying goes, if it feels good
do it. Life is too short to worry about what other people think. Have you
ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with a guy?"

"No. I mean, I have wondered a little. That doesn't make me gay, does it? I
mean, I don't think I would ever act upon it," I said nervously.

"But you have wondered about it. If you are, you are. If you're not, you're
not.. Of course you could be bi. You've heard of bi, haven't you, Marc? You
know?, either or?"

"I get it!" I said, and guzzled the rest of my drink. "I'll buy the next
round. What were you having?"

"I'll have the same as the first one you had," said Javier.


I could see much better now, and I noticed a few other guys, mostly in
pairs, sitting here and there, and four men on stools at the bar.

"Same as before?" asked the bartender.

"Yes, but two this time."

I anxiously tapped the bar with my fingers, drawing the attention of a man
on the stool three stools from me.

"Hi. You're new to this bar, aren't you?" he asked.

"Uh huh," I said, barely looking at him.

"Are you with Javier?"

I was taken by surprise. I wondered how many gay men knew Javier by name?,
or maybe even by bed. I had to know.

"Uh, sir?, have you?been with Javier? You know what I mean?"

"Nope. He's too particular. If he doesn't want to be friendly, he should
get himself a man and not come here anymore."

"Seven fifty, buddy."

"Oh. Yeah. Keep the ten, bartender."

"Thanks pal."

I gingerly made my way toward our booth in the dim light, being careful not
to spill our booze. I noticed two young men standing by our booth and
talking to Javier. One looked my way and nudged the other one, and they
quickly left. I sat down and leaned across the table.

"Who were those two,?" I asked. "Were they wanting to?, you know?"

"Just old friends, Marc. They were curious about you. Thanks for the drink.

"Oh?, yeah, Javier."

"In addition to being nervous, you act like a jealous man, Marc."

"Jealous! I?, I don't know what you mean." I sputtered.

"You're a nice guy. Innocent as sin, but really nice," Javier said. "I live
in a lovely suite only five blocks from here and across from the
park. You're not relaxed here. Drinks will be free there. Would you like to
get out of this place?"

"That sounds like a good idea. I feel like a square peg in a round hole."

"You just bought us drinks. Can you guzzle a whole one?" he asked.

"It won't be the first time," I said.


I did, and set the glass down a little hard on the tiled surface. It drew
attention to me, so I turned quickly toward the door and hurried out. Once
outside, I leaned against the building, feeling my booze a little.

"You alright?" asked Javier.

"Just need to breath fresh air. Let's go."

We immediately faced two young men headed to the bar, I thought. They were
holding hands as they walked. We stepped aside and they passed sideways,
never breaking their hand-hold.  I felt desperately alone and was tempted
to grab Javier's hand for security. But I didn't. We crossed Royal street
and headed across the park. There were a few people walking their dogs, and
two young men throwing a football. I was startled when a bicycle whizzed by
me just before we started to cross the bicycle path. The booze was really
starting to hit.

"See up there?, where plants are on the balcony?" Javier pointed to what
must have been the tenth floor. "That's where I live. I have a great
view. Let's hurry, Marc."

I was doing good to walk a normal pace. I seldom drink that much that
fast. I was glad when we crossed the street in front of his building and
entered the lobby. We got on the elevator and zipped to the tenth floor and
got off. At door 1017, Javier inserted his key and motioned for me to enter
first. The apartment was beautifully furnished. Ultra modern. Great
combinations of colors.

"I'll fix us drinks," said Javier. "The couch sits nicely or you can go to
the full height windows and take in the view."

I needed to sit down, so I chose the couch. I thought the view of his
apartment was nice enough, I didn't need the view. All too soon, Javier
handed me the same kind of drink as I had at the bar. Then he sat down
rather close to me and pushed off his shoes.

"Relax, my friend. Eighty-six the shoes and the suit coat if you'd
like. I'm going to get really relaxed."

Having said that, Javier shed his coat, his shoes, his sox, his tie and
even his shirt. I was stunned by how beautiful he was. I knew he was
Latino, but I'd never seen such smooth and beautiful skin. Considering my
whiteness to be bland, I instantly envied his olive-tan skin.

"Why don't you take off your coat and that choking tie. I hate to wear a
tie. And don't feel shy about taking off your shirt. We're two guys, you
know. Well, here's to new friends and all that stuff. Let's toss one,
Marc."

"Toss one? I'm feeling no pain from having tossed three!"

"Good! That means you're past the threshold of pain," Javier said, and
laughed loudly. "So drown the demon, my friend."

When I get this plowed, you can dare me to do most anything and my ego will
make me do it. I chugged the damn drink and handed Marc the empty glass. I
couldn't get enough of looking at Javier's beautiful color. I made an ass
of myself by staring, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"You're not being fair, Marc."

"Huh? About what? Why am I not being fair?Javier?"

"You are enjoying looking at my bare flesh, but you're not letting me see
you all bare and beautiful. Here, let me help you with your shirt."

"My shirt? Oh. Yeah, give your buddy a much needed hand."

I had never in my life been undressed by anyone, let alone by a man. But
somehow it made me fell good to be waited on like that. I twisted around to
make his job easier. The tie was already off.

"And now your pants," said Javier. "You wouldn't want to spill a drink on
them, now would you?"

"I wouldn't? Oh?, a drink on my pants. You're right, I guess. Thanks,
buddy. Off with the damn pants."

I was stumbling over my words. But I obediently did as he suggested. I was
now only wearing underwear and horrible dark gray sox. He was right, I did
feel better without cloths. It made me wonder why I didn't do that more
often at my place. Then, to my surprise, Javier stood squarely in front of
me and unzipped his dress slacks. I sat transfixed as he let them drop to
his ankles and then stepped out of them. I was far more surprised when I
realized that he was sporting at least a partial erection under his bright
red low-rise briefs.

"Drink up, Marc," he said, with a saucy grin. "You're slacking on me. I'm
almost ready for the next one."

"No! I mean, I don't think I can handle another drink. I feel a little
unstable now."

"Oh! Well I don't want you falling off the couch and break something. On
you, I mean."

I felt Javier's one hand reach around my shoulder and grab hold while his
other hand steadied my other shoulder. I had the sense to know that I
wasn't that drunk, but I willingly let him do it. No one had ever given me
this much attention, and I was loving it. My mind strayed back about half
an hour. I just had to be sure.

"Javier?, are you really gay?"

"Yes, Marc, I am really gay. Tell me honestly. Do you find me at all
attractive physically?"

"Why?I kind of think so. I mean?yes, I do. You are so darn beautiful."

"But you haven't seen all of me, and I haven't seen all of you."

"If you're referring to what is pushing out your underwear, I suppose I
haven't. I'm afraid it's making me hoist a boner too."

"Good! We'll have a show and tell. How about hoisting your drink and just
relax?"

"Too late. I'm already relaxed."

Javier chuckled at that, although I didn't see what was funny. Before I
knew it, he had sit on the couch as close to me as he could get. He pulled
me tightly against him.

"Would you like to see the rest of me, Marc?"  he whispered, so close that
I cold feel his breath on my ear.

I didn't answer. Truthfully, I was dying to see if that huge lump in his
underwear was really all him. I wouldn't answer him, but I turned to Javier
and smiled broadly. He took his arm from around me and hooked his thumbs
under the waistband of is briefs. He raised his butt and pushed them under
and down and flipped them off of his foot. I was awe struck.

"Do you like what you see, Marc? Would you like to touch it?"

"I uh?, I've never done such a thing," I stammered.

"I believe in experiencing everything at least once. Try it, Marc."

"It is a beauty. But touch it? I don't know about that," I said in my
alcohol induced daze.

"Get nude too or I won't let you do it. Here, I'll help you with that
too. Hold your legs out straight."

The thought of being totally nude with another being, especially a man,
strangely seemed highly erotic. I didn't even question what I was doing. My
pride was now at half staff. It clearly was not as large down there as
Javier, but nothing to be ashamed of. His was just plain huge. I couldn't
stand it any longer. I just had to touch and feel another man's cock. It
was much darker that his body skin, and somehow I liked that too.

I was drawn, like a moth to a flame, to touch and gently skin back the
velvety brown sheathing of his perfectly shaped and twitching, begging for
attention manhood. My anxious fingers felt the hardness of his underlying,
fully engorged cock as I pealed back his foreskin to reveal the moistness,
and inhale the rich scent of his male pheromones. The hitherto
inconceivable act against nature, now sent pangs of heavenly carnal guilt
surging though every nerve in my body, causing me to quake.

Could I do it? Could I lower my head and touch the purple knob of his fat
penis with my lips? With my tongue? A pearl of pre-cum oozed out of its
pink slit, teasingly, tauntingly, daring me to rake it off with my tongue
and taste its delicate sweetness. I had tasted my own many times, so why
would his be less delicious, I asked myself.

When Javier laced his long fingers through my hair and gently urged my head
downward, he had made my decision for me, for which I was grateful.  "Take
it, Marc. Own it. Suck on it, buddy," Javier said, in a hot whisper. "If
you do, I'll suck you off and swallow every bit of your delicious cum. I
bet you've whished you could suck your own cock."

He was right about that. In fact, I could almost tongue it. My resistance
no longer existed. I breathed in deeply and opened my mouth wide to receive
his big knob and even bigger shaft. When my lips wrapped around Javier's
forbidden fruit, a strange eroticism exploded within me, causing me to
quake a bit, and at the same time, salaciously crave more of the same, and
there was ample more cock for the sucking.

No words could describe how animalistic I felt. The rawness of it. The
wrongness of it. But the rightness of it too. I felt like I had been
catapulted into a whole new world of hitherto forbidden exotic sex.

"Oh yes, Marc, that feels so good. Take it all, man. Deep throat that hot
meat. Lick my balls too. Oh yes, Marc?, do me, buddy."

Javier reached down and tweaked both of my nipples, sending me into a
frenzied suck fest. Drool flooded from the corners of my mouth and clung to
my chin. I made a concentrated effort to suck all the way down to his lush
patch of jet-black pubes. My eyes began to tear. Just a little
farther. Yes! I finally got it all in!

"Good man, Marc. You're a great cocksucker, and you didn't even know it."

A sudden rush of lust boiled up in my brain as I began to slowly oscillate
back and forth on his awesome affirmation of manhood. I closed my eyes so
that I could shut out everything except the warm pulsing flesh I was
sucking on. I sped up my action as eroticism exploded in my brain and
blocked out all else. I wanted that cock. I wanted his cum. I wanted Javier
to fill my mouth with himself. Time didn't exist, so I was surprised when
Javier said rather frantically?

"I think you'd better get ready for a blast of man juice. Oh yes! Oh fuck?,
yes! Take it, man! Oooooh yes! Ooooh! Awwwwwaahh!"

I felt the warmness of his cum pumping into my mouth and throat. I gagged a
bit, but stayed deep on his cum-spewing cock. Javier's cum was even sweeter
than my own. He held my head firmly to his groin as he filled my mouth to
overflow. The taste of his seeds and the eroticism of it all was bringing
me near to a climax. I began to rapidly stroke my cock.

"Stop! I want to suck you off too!" said Javier. "Quick?, change places."

I really wanted to know what a blowjob would feel like, so I stand while
Javier sat where I was sitting. He grabbed my hips and drew me up close. I
gasped loudly when his mouth glided down my throbbing shaft. My entire
essences seemed concentrated in my cock and nuts as if they were the center
of the universe, and I was orbiting around them. I had to grab hold of his
shoulders to maintain my balance.

With one hand, Javier's fingers reached up and tweaked my nipple hard. His
other hand grabbed my balls and twisted. Euphoria fully cloaked me in
erotic ecstasy. My moaning grew louder as I began to feel that familiar
urge.

"I'm about to blow my wad!" I huffed.

Javier quickly pulled off.

"Shoot in my mouth, Marc, I want every drop of your sweet juices!"

He barely got his mouth back on my raging cock in time to take the first
load of thick, gooey seamen. I could hardly believe how many spurts
followed before I had finished feeding Javier my entire cache. But he kept
sucking until my cock got so sensitive that I had to pull it from his
mouth.

I felt weak, and swayed sideways. I felt Javier's hands grab hold of my
waist. My knees folded.

When I came to, I was lying beside Javier in his bed. My head was resting
on his right arm. My head felt like a train had hit it. I groaned and tried
to lift my head.

"Easy, Marc. You must have overdone it?, with the booze, I mean. I already
got aspirins and water for you. Raise your head, buddy."

I didn't. I couldn't! I just turned into him and buried my face in his
armpit. I don't know how long I slept, but Javier stayed right with me and
was holding me close when I woke up. As I lay there in his arms, my eyelids
half open, I knew I was changed forever. But I wasn't worried about it. I
had just experienced a sexual awakening, and I felt unbelievable
contentment. I shifted my head to his hairy chest and sucked on his nipple.

Javier went to work to his new job and left me in his bed to sleep off the
worst hangover of my life. I called in sick, of course. At one PM, I
showered and went grocery shopping. When Javier got home after work, he was
delighted to see that I had cooked. We kissed and sat down to our first
meal together.