Bared Desires

by Mason Lee

  The man sucked on his nipple harder and when Brent closed his eyes, at first it was Doug. He'd been craving that for so long, even when Suzanne plucked his nipple, the sensation was enough to make him drive into her like a beast. Now though, as in the rest of his life, Riley had invaded every waking moment and in his mind's eye, he was here, naked and face to face with his boss.

  “God, yes, Riley,” he would cry out with desire and say the man's name as his mouth made the fingers of sensation work their way down his body. Of course, if his boss were here, once Brent came in pounding waves in his hand, there would be something else that he craved. The need surged through his anus - desire there made him shiver and hunger for the ultimate submission. Riley was a man that made Brent want to bend down, get on his knees and move his bottom back and forth until Riley took him. The thought of Riley wetting his hole with the tip of tongue sent him to the edge. “Yes, lick my hole, make me wet for your beautiful cock,” he would say and throw his head back and open his mouth wide as the man parted his cheeks and probed him with his wet, soft tongue.

  But Riley wasn't here. He was jerking off with a complete stranger in the sauna and Brent felt the first spasm wrack his body but it was all for the blond man who had somehow taken over his fantasy life just with his mere presence.

  “Oh yeah, get ready for it. Here comes my load,” the man in the sauna had cried out, releasing his nipple with his mouth. He was now twisting it and Brent felt his swollen place pulse in his fingers as the hot spurt of the stranger's orgasm covered his belly.

  “God, yes, Riley,” Brent said and bucked and jolted and a long, pearly rope of semen splattered the stranger's thigh and then his belly. His climax dripped down the man's cock that was softening in his hand, a little dollop was dripping down his chest. Brent felt another tremor and another as the man held him and squeezed down to the tip of his dick, pulling out every last drop.

  “So, is your boyfriend's name Riley?” the stranger asked. He hadn't let him go. He was still kneading his cock gently in his hand. Brent could say nothing in response.

  The shame wouldn't have stopped him this morning. It was something that he knew in the back of his mind when he came here. He was specifically looking for this. This was what he wanted. There was no way he could deny what he had craved. Now, hearing the man's name, his cheeks flushed and he finally answered.

  “No, I don't have a boyfriend,” he said. His penis was completely soft now and the stranger still hadn't let go. “I was just thinking about this guy I know.”

  The man let out a long, deep sigh of contentment and turned. He was done with Brent and his hand was gone. It was fun stress-relief if there ever had been.

  “It sounds like you really like this guy, you know, if you're saying his name while you cum,” the stranger chuckled and took a deep breath.

  Brent couldn't believe he was talking about Mr. O'Neil at a moment like this. “No, I don't like him. He's my boss.”

  “Oh, fuck, that makes it interesting,” the man was laughing at his plight. “What are you going to do, just walk in his office and get on your knees for him?”

  It didn't make any difference what the man in the sauna thought. More than likely, he'd never see him again and there was no way that the two of them would recognize the other anyway.

  “No, it's not like that. I'm married,” he shrugged - that seemed to be enough explanation for a stranger.

  “So am I,” the man stood up, “that doesn't mean that you can't have a little fun on the side. What do you call this?” the man headed back to his bench and picked up his towel. “Have a great day at work,” the stranger said, as if Brent was really about to take him up on his suggestion.

  Brent wiped himself off and knew that the conversation was going to bother him much more than it should. He'd never called himself gay. He didn't even think of it as bisexual, a label that he'd never really understood. He was married to a woman, and for the last fifteen years he'd been faithful to her. And as long as you didn't hold his dirty routine that he had been doing in the den, he really was a good husband. For a long time, he had thought that Doug had just ruined him. That somewhere inside something had been tampered with that could never go back.

  The new desire, this fresh, hopeful want inside him for Riley was sharp and insistent, like hunger. He didn't want to think about gay versus straight let alone any other labels. But he knew enough to know that the longing that he had, the things that he wanted Riley to do to him, made him a bottom.

  Brent didn't want to think about it, much less talk about it but there was only one person he could say a word to and it seemed like opening up an old wound. He drove home and headed directly for the shower without stopping to say a word to Suzanne. Every word that came out of his mouth sounded like a lie now - it would be better to just say nothing.

  As he dried off, he remembered the stranger's eyes when he looked at Brent, desiring him openly. The heat and the want and the pent-up need for release, all mixing and bringing them together in a collision of passion. He was married and had no problem having fun on the side with other men. That was the problem though, when he had been with Doug - it had been all or nothing. What was wrong with him that he couldn't just play the field?

  When he had kissed Suzanne good-bye that morning, she raised her eyebrows. “Back to the health club? I thought you were just going to run.”

  See, every word was a lie, he thought. “I think I've put on a few pounds,” he grabbed his middle. It was solid, not chiseled, as he'd like, but definitely not flabby. “I just have to work harder, I guess,” he said. And after a weekend of foreplay, satisfaction had become a necessity.

  “Is this about work?” she asked. She was suddenly suspicious and Brent knew that he would cave under questioning. “Now you've got a younger boss and suddenly you're going to work out and dress up,” she had said. He had worn a new shirt and tie this morning, after all. “Like you've got to impress the guy? He took your job, Brent, screw him.”

  “I know, I know,” he said. He couldn't really even pretend that he was still pissed off. “I really don't care about impressing him, but you never know if something else will open up.” He'd kept his promise to Riley about not leaving; he hadn't even had the heart to work on his resume. Frankly, even if it was torture, the thought of leaving and never seeing him again was worse.

  She reached out to hug him, saying, “You're too nice.” She had said that often and it always made him feel worse for some reason. When he got to work, he decided that he was finally going to confess everything to Doug and ask for some advice.

  If anyone had some answers, Doug would.

  Chapter 6

  Before he even had a chance to reach out to Doug, Riley strolled down the hall and turned, heading straight for his cubicle. The thoughts that he had relished and obsessed over, to the point where he exploded with a strange man in the sauna, all came back at the worst possible time. His dick was an aching bulge at the front of his pants the minute his boss stopped in front of him.

  “Hey, how was your weekend?” Riley asked. The blond man was incredibly handsome; it was no wonder that Sandra and practically every other woman in the office were winking at him and begging for his attention.

  Brent almost couldn't answer the question. He was midway through the part in his perpetual daydream where Riley would touch his ass with his finger. This had to stop, now. He gulped and answered, “It was good. Nice and boring, the usual. How was yours? What did you and Liam do?”

  Riley looked disappointed, and answered, “We fought. It wasn't good. Apparently he's pissed off about a few things and,” Brent was an asshole for feeling happy, “he flew back late last night. He should be home by now.”

  He wasn't the least bit sorry and he didn't understand what difference it made, but he still said, “I'm sorry to hear about that.”

  “It's the whole long distance thing. We're in different time zones now and it’s hard. I call and he's out at the club. He calls and I'm asleep
…” The boy was too young for Riley anyway and Brent could have said that but it seemed far too intrusive. “Anyway, you don't want to hear about this,” Riley waved for him to follow. “Can you come back to my office? I need you for a little bit.”

  Brent followed, staring at his body as he walked closely behind. Riley had an amazing ass, his cheeks were round and muscular and Brent cleared his throat and forced himself to look up. It was only Monday - he had to pace himself or he'd do as the stranger in the sauna had suggested and offer himself on his knees.

  “At least the office is better, right?” Riley asked, closing the door behind them. Alone with the man who occupied most of his waking moments, and even a good deal of his sleeping ones, Brent had been waking up lately with the vague feeling that he'd been with his boss in his dreams as well.

  Brent glanced around, and sat in the middle of the leather couch. He was hoping that Riley would sit in the chair across from him so that he could look at a safe distance.

  “Yeah, it's good,” he answered and shrugged his shoulders and then felt the hair on the back of his neck rise as Riley sat next to him, their thighs almost touching. It was eerily like what had happened at the health club

  Brent was suddenly wondering what it would be like to watch Riley unzip him, to see the man's strong hand cup his manhood before freeing it to stroke him with a slow, steady grip.

  “Okay, so Mr. Williamson told me over the weekend that last quarter was a disaster and I need to reevaluate the whole team and fire people, if necessary…” Brent wondered if Riley was bringing him in here to fire him? “I can't fucking believe the man, really. Right now I'm almost sorry I took the job,” Riley said and touched him, as usual. This was just his hand on his shoulder but the sensation traveled down Brent’s body like a lightning ripple.

  Brent could hardly be upset when Riley began to massage him back and forth. Brent asked, “Am I the first to go?” It was a whisper because he could hardly speak.

  Maybe it was better this way. Look at how long it had taken him to get Doug out of his system and he was so confused by all of this.

  “Jesus, no, Brent,” Riley laughed as he continued the slow grope, “I don't know what I'd do without you. No, you're staying. I just need your help evaluating everyone else. Honestly, I don't know where to start and I don't want this getting out.”

  Riley stopped rubbing him and Brent watched as he raked his fingers through his blond hair.

  “Yeah, if people know that they're probably going to get fired, that will make you pretty unpopular.”

  Riley shook his head. His green eyes sparkled and Brent saw the sadness there. Was it about the task he had been given or was he missing Liam?

  “Well, it's not my decision really,” he took a deep breath and now his left hand landed on Brent's right thigh. Was it just more casual touching? Somehow the upper body seemed less intimate. This was different and Brent was trying to will his cock to stay down but it wasn't listening. “This after the whole weekend with Liam, well, let's just say that my Monday is just as shitty as my Sunday was.” Riley's fingertips grazed his leg and continued in a steady back and forth motion that was making Brent's pulse race. If his boss moved further up his leg, Brent wouldn't make any motion to stop him.

  “What did you and Liam fight about?” Brent asked innocently enough. Given the chance to be in Riley's arms, melting under his hands and his mouth, Brent couldn't imagine what there would be to fight about.

  Riley's hand was still then, the warmth of his fingers invading him. “Well, he's young…” Riley knew it, too, it seemed. “It's not fun for him to stay home while the rest of his friends go out and he was a little wild even when we lived together.” He gave Brent half a smile, “But the sex, oh my God. I know that's not everything but it's something!”

  Brent's cock was dripping continuously and he knew that soon he'd have a visible wet spot on the front of his pants before long. Still, he tried to answer, saying, “Yea, sex is important,” although he'd been with the same person for a long time and sex had hardly factored into it.

  “I should have known that it wasn't right from the start. I'm always attracted to the wrong man. Liam's a little insecure too, which isn't going to work unless he moves here or I go home…” The thought that Riley was considering going back to Ireland where he definitely wouldn't see him again was troubling to Brent.

  As long as he kept talking, Riley kept touching him and Brent wasn't going to do anything to stop it.

  “Why is he insecure?” he almost whispered as he looked down and realized that it wasn't his imagination - Riley's hand had moved up on his leg even higher.

  “Well, it doesn't help that you and him look so much alike,” Riley said and smiled - his eyes were reaching out, unbuttoning Brent, touching every inch of his body and he was aching to surrender. His armpits were damp and his throat was dry. He'd never been this excited, had he?

  He chuckled, pretending that he hadn't been remembering that fact all weekend. He looked like Liam, the man that Riley wanted, the man that Riley had bedded looked like Brent. Did that mean that Riley could be as attracted to Brent as he was to his boss?

  “No, I guess that would be awkward,” he said and returned Riley's gaze. He wondered if his boss could read the look he was giving him as well.

  Riley moved an inch closer on the couch, saying, “No, it was awkward and Liam asked me all of these questions about you. It didn't seem to matter when I told him you were married,” he said and shook his head but all Brent could think of was that they were that much closer to the position that he'd taken in the sauna. “He's just looking for an excuse to cheat, I guess,” Riley said. He was sad and Brent wanted to soothe him.

  “Maybe there's a reason why he left, but maybe it's really because you're going to meet someone here,” Brent offered, thinking or maybe you’ve already met him and are sitting right next to him, rubbing his leg provocatively.

  His boss seemed deep in thought, before he said, “maybe, you never know. So, anyways, can we meet for dinner tomorrow night?”

  Brent held his breath, a bit shocked. Was Riley asking him out on a date? Was it a date if Riley thought he was straight even if, at this moment, Brent was never more unsure of that idea.

  “You know, to talk business, so we're not talking about firing anyone in the office, where someone might hear…” Of course, it wasn't a date. It was professional, after all.

  Brent was nervous regardless, but answered, “Sure, that would be good.”

  He headed for his cubicle and clicked on Facebook right away. It was probably a bad idea to be chatting at work when his boss had just told him that people were about to get fired, but he couldn't think about anything else. Doug had finally admitted that he was gay and his time with Brent had been a part of that decision. How had he really known?

  “I'm sorry,” he typed. He owed Doug an apology after his rude brush-off. He continued, “it was difficult for me to read what you said and I've never told anyone about the two of us. I have never stopped thinking about it though and I did want more. In the beginning, it was great and the pleasure was so intense that I couldn't think about anything else. But it became more.” He hesitated, with his fingers above the keyboard. He wanted to delete it all. Doug had been in his head for too long.

  Brent decided that it was time for a confession and, besides, who else could he talk to about what he was feeling now with Riley? “I'm wondering though, how did you decide that you were really gay? I've been with Suzanne for a long time and I just told myself that what happened with you was nothing. If I were honest about it though, I wanted men occasionally before I was with you and after too. Is it just a sexual urge though or is it more?”

  He could easily chalk up the morning hand job to being pushed beyond his limits. Would that alone make him gay or did the wet dream he was having about Riley while getting the hand job make him gay? “I am asking for a specific reason. My new boss is the first man since you that I am not just attracted to.
I think it's more. This is crazy. I'm married and he has a boyfriend but I feel like there is something else between us. He just asked me to go to dinner with tomorrow and even though it's supposed to be for work, I want it to be more.”

  It was all true and Brent didn't want to send it. It was like making himself vulnerable to Doug all over again and, after all this time, he hated thinking that in another fifteen years, he would still be hung up on his college roommate. Of course, there was the fact that he was using his work computer too. Who knew how much they scrutinized what they did here? The thought of Riley reading the message was terrible but at least the suspense would be over then

  He pressed send and told himself that he had to at least look like he was working. Brent stared at spreadsheets and worked on his presentation, studying the graphs and trying to make sense of it. If Riley only knew how little he'd actually gotten done since he'd taken over, Brent was sure that he would be at the top of the list of employees that should go.

  When he came back from lunch, there was a reply from Doug and he clicked on it with nervous fingers.

  “I can't tell you how happy I am to know that you thought of me as more than just fun too. I don't deserve that but it still made me happy.” At least Doug knew how frustrating it had been. “I don't know if there is a line that divides gay and not gay. I think you can fall in love with a person and it doesn't really matter. It does make me sad though when I think about you denying yourself the chance to be happy with whoever you love, gay or straight. If you met a man that you have feelings for, I say tell him. What's the worst thing that can happen? You should be happy. Love you!”

  What was the worst thing that could happen? Brent could think of several possibilities and they all made his heart race. He already knew that the next twenty-four hours would drag by, minute by minute, until he was alone with Riley.

  And he was scared about what would happen when that finally happened.