by Mason Lee
“Look at you, busy beaver,” Riley's brogue was sexy as was the rest of him. Brent turned around and saw his boss standing there, watching him. “Sorry I haven't had a chance to talk to you. Would you mind coming in the office for a bit?”
Riley didn't wait for an answer and Brent didn't think to refuse him. He followed Riley to the dark office and sat in the usual spot. Riley stood with his back against the closed door and was silent for a minute. It had to be bad news. Brent tried to prepare himself for it, knowing that he'd be devastated anyway.
“Fuck it, I can't do this,” Riley muttered and rushed to him, taking Brent in his arms. Riley held him close and Brent could hear his boss' heart racing. “I've been avoiding you, I admit it. I'm sorry, I just didn't know what to say…” Riley's full lips were so close and Brent felt his hunger return immediately. “I don't know what to do, Brent,” he sounded sad but their kiss was just as passionate as it had been the first time.
The silky feel of the inside of his mouth, the heat of his tongue, the stubble on his chin; it was all combining into the stuff that Brent rehearsed over and over in the dark when he dreamed of his boss making love to him. Brent's hands explored his back and his arms and worked down to his rock hard abs as Riley groaned and darted his tongue deeper and deeper into his mouth. Brent knew what he wanted. His hands were not going to stop until he got to the cock that he'd almost memorized after feeling it brush against him once.
When Brent touched Riley's erection, the man sighed, “Oh, baby, that feels so good. I'm so hard for you.”
Rather than withdraw or stop him, Riley breathed deeply and moved his hips back and forth, allowing Brent to continue. When he made his request, Brent couldn't believe what was happening.
“Take my pants down, Brent, please.”
Brent fumbled with the belt and the zipper, feeling the puddle of precum in his pants as he realized that he was about to free his lover's manhood. He heard the pants drop to his knees with a jingle as Riley's shirt opened. Riley's dick strained and leaked and the engorged head glistened with liquid.
“That's what you do to me,” Riley said and grasped himself at the base and showed it to him. He sank back into Brent's arms and the feel of his bare skin pressed into Brent was overwhelming.
Brent knew that he would have a wet trace of Riley's precum on his shirt and the thought made every hair on his body stand up. He wanted more. He needed more. And when Riley nibbled his bottom lip, he asked for it.
“Can I take my pants down, too?”
Riley was going to undress him. He felt his strong fingers unbuttoning his shirt and once his chest was visible, Riley grazed him with his fingertips, lightly passing over his hard nipples. Brent cried out, arching his back.
“You have sensitive nipples, is that it?” Riley sounded out of breath and touched both of his points simultaneously. Brent felt them swell in his hands and he cried out for more.
Riley kissed him harder as he fondled his pink nubs and every move that Riley's tongue made in his mouth seemed to travel directly to the skin that he touched. Riley knew his body so well, how could he? Brent wondered if the man already knew that he had an ache inside that could only be filled with Riley's cock buried to the hilt. “God, yes,” Brent almost sobbed when Riley pulled away, tugging and twisting his nipples, Brent's dick gushed and ached for release. He looked down at Riley's thick member and studied it, “you're so perfect,” he sighed as he finally touched his boss' cock.
Riley must shave, he thought, there wasn't a trace of hair on him. In fact his chest and stomach were bare as well, which made him even more beautiful, Brent thought. His erection was almost the same size as his own, dark pink and completely full. He was thicker than Brent and the head of his cock was enormous, bulbous; the thought of it popping through his virgin seal was almost as frightening as it was intoxicating. Brent squeezed his girth and watched as Riley melted under his touch, a rivulet of his essence bubbled from his slit and ran down his shaft, wetting Brent's hand.
“Wait, wait,” Riley warned him, “you could make me cum so quickly, baby,” he pulled back and continued to undress Brent.
Brent was naked from the waist down in just seconds and when Riley freed his dick from the ruined underwear, he nodded, “Yes, just like I remember,” holding Brent in his hand once more, “I've been thinking about you every second since I touched you.”
Brent rocked his hips back as Riley touched his nipple with the left hand and stroked his dick with the right. Skin on skin, the way he had wanted so badly, Riley's hands were magic on his body and he never wanted it to stop.
“You're all I think about,” he whispered his confession, “I want you so much. I want you to take my virginity.”
Riley pulled him to his side and they lay on the couch, entangled, their legs touching, their arms about the other and their hard-ons finding the other immediately.
“Is that what you want, baby? You want to feel my big cock touching your crack?” Riley asked as he kissed him roughly this time. It was more of a bite than an embrace and Brent's penis thumped and tensed as they rubbed together.
Brent forgot that just hours ago, he had regretted saying a word.
“Yes, I touch myself and imagine you fingering me slowly,” his tongue licked Riley's bottom lip, “opening my tight hole and making me wet for your cock.”
He panted and felt his shaft was damp, doused with Riley's precum, their hips grinding together, and he said, “Does it make you cum, Brent? Thinking about me being your first lover?” His voice was soft and tender when he asked and Brent gasped as the fingers of desire seemed to enter him as he hoped Riley would.
“Yes,” he whimpered, “I cum so hard when I think about you filling me with your seed,” he answered. The heads of their cocks slipped and slid together and apart, Brent knew he was just seconds away from exploding.
“I say your name when I cum.” Brent moaned.
It had quickly become his routine. He never thought of anything else, just Riley in back of him, pumping in and out of him, filling his anus to the bottom, pushing the head of his dick against Brent's prostate, making the fluid rush from him in hard, gasping waves of ecstasy.
Riley's eyes were full of animal lust and Brent realized that his boss was just as close to his climax as Brent was.
“Say it now, Brent, cum for me,” he said. He wanted it and their wet noises came faster now as they rubbed back and forth, the first torrent of Brent's orgasm shot from him with a pressure and a fire that he'd never felt before.
“Riley, oh God, Riley,” he sobbed as he came harder than he ever had in his life, harder than he ever had in the den. He belonged to this man and it seemed right that they should be coated in each other’s creamy essence. Brent didn't know if his body was responding to his own desire or to Riley's, their hips vibrated together and they were completely wet with each other.
A long spurt of Riley's seed landed on Brent's belly as his boss murmured, “Brent,” before a new, soft kiss began. He said his name again, “oh, Brent,” Riley's tongue slowly touching his open mouth everywhere, the curve under his upper lip, the bottom of his cupid's bow, the ridge between his bottom lip and chin, Riley tasted him everywhere.
They were both spent, although Brent knew that he would be capable of rising again and again for the man if he had the time. There was so much he wanted to do, so much he needed to experience. He was glad he had saved it for Riley.
“That was amazing,” he said as he held Riley's face in his hand. The five o'clock shadow felt sandy in his palm and he wanted to feel it rub the back of his neck when Riley turned him around and plundered his ass. “I've never felt like this before,” he murmured. What would it be like after they had made love? Brent knew that nothing would ever be the same.
“You and your college fling did this though, right?” Riley couldn't have any idea that there was no comparison.
Brent didn't really want to discuss the past, but simply answered, “It wasn't like this.” He
wanted to luxuriate in the sensation, covered in his lover’s juices, his nipples thumping for more, his cock softening but it would only take a few kisses to bring it back to life.
Riley took a deep breath, and said, “Let me ask you something, Brent. Are you going to tell your wife that you're gay?”
Brent couldn't get away from him; he wanted to though. The thought of telling Suzanne made him nauseous and he struggled to catch his breath.
“What?” he couldn't even ask Riley the question.
“Are you going to tell your wife that you're gay, Brent?” Riley sat up, it was as if he could tell that Brent needed to escape and he looked so sad that Brent could only open his mouth and feel the regret pumping through him. “Goddammit, I told myself that this was going to be easy,” he said - it made it even more awful that they were covered in cum. “Then I saw you and it all went out the window.” Riley pushed his blond hair back and looked over his shoulder. “I knew this would happen, fuck,” he was talking to himself, “why do I do this to myself?”
There was nothing to clean up with and Brent needed to get dressed immediately. He'd never been this naked. It wasn't just that he was bare; Riley had seen into his soul. His underwear was back in place and he wondered how he would hide it from Suzanne, the realization that he had made his choice was suddenly clear.
“I'm sorry, I didn't know that you would want me to tell her, not yet, anyways…” It made sense though; Riley had been hurt like this before.
Riley snapped, “Yeah, because men like you would rather stay in the closet for the rest of your life. It's easier, right? None of the gay stigma. You get to pretend like you're just like everyone else and there's always some gay around that will be happy to see you on the side.” He hurried to get his pants pulled up and Brent watched as his sculpted, marble body disappeared behind the shirt and pants.
“I don't want to be your dirty, little secret Brent. I kind of thought you'd understand since you told me that was how it was with Doug.” Riley was standing now and he may have been a million miles away. “Maybe it wasn't just Doug. Maybe it was you.”
Brent was angry at himself but Riley's words were devastating. No, it had been Doug. Who the hell did Riley think he was? He'd barely spoken about what had happened.
“You're nobody's dirty, little secret, Riley,” Brent said. His cum soaked body was dressed and his brain was exploding. Anger, passion, it was all combining. “Maybe the reason things haven't worked out for you and Liam is because you want people to change their whole life to be with you.”
He turned on his heel and forced himself to keep his eyes straight ahead. He'd run back and apologize, given half a chance. He'd probably even cry if Riley kissed him. Instead, Brent opened the door and slammed it hard behind him. On his way home, his hands trembled on the steering wheel. How had it all changed so quickly? It was as if he'd had everything he ever wanted, right there for the taking and then watched as it slipped away.
Chapter 9
After dinner, Brent helped Suzanne get the kids in bed and, once the house was quiet, he knew that he would revert to his old habits if he didn't fill his time with something else. He just had to stop thinking about Riley, which wouldn't be easy, but the man was toxic. He'd slipped in between the cracks and Brent had to eradicate every trace of it. When Suzanne stood on her tip-toes to kiss him, he knew what would help.
“Are you in the mood…for a little something, honey?” Brent asked his wife.
“Definitely,” she murmured and led him by the hand to their bedroom. He just had to focus, he told himself as he took her into his arms and ran his fingers through her hair.
“I love you, Brent,” she said as she bit her lip, almost as if she were holding something back, “you've been kind of distant lately. I missed you.” He hadn't just been distant; he'd been a shitty, selfish person and that was going to change.
He brought her to the bed, saying, “I'm sorry, baby…” He knew he shouldn't use that term of endearment, something Riley had said to him, but he couldn’t help it. “I've been so wrapped up with work…” No, he couldn't talk about that either. Brent began unbuttoning her blouse, saying, “I won't let it happen again.”
She smiled as he took her top off. “No, it's okay, honey. I get it. Not getting the promotion was a big deal and now you've got a new boss that seems to be riding you pretty hard.”
Brent was glad that his face was pressed between her breasts so she couldn't see him blush. Riding him hard - if only he would have. There it was again. He was losing his focus and he couldn't let Riley work his way in again. He reached under her and unhooked her bra and watched as her mounds tumbled out, slowly kissing the crease between her breasts. He'd work his way to her puckered skin and listen to her sigh as he bathed her nipples with his tongue.
“It's no excuse though, honey,” he said between kisses, “you know I love you.”
He couldn't believe that she wouldn't let it go, when she said, “And this guy, this Riley guy, he sounds like such a jerk.”
Brent definitely didn't want to hear his name while he was in bed with his wife.
“He's not, he's just a guy…” A guy that had given him two of the best orgasms that he'd ever had. In fact, the only time he came like that was when he was imagining Riley's cock opening his needy hole.
He shook his head. He was losing it quickly and he unbuttoned her jeans.
“No, Brent, you're too nice, he is a jerk. He's making you help him pick who he's going to fire? You've known these people forever and they're going to hate you when it's over.”
Riley's project must be on hold now or he had never needed Brent's help to begin with. Had it just been an excuse to spend time alone with him?
He slid her jeans off her legs as he remembered sitting next to Riley in the restaurant that night. Brent had never been kissed like that. He'd never needed a kiss like that and all he had to do was close his eyes and he could feel Riley's hot tongue in his mouth, the man's body pushing into his, wanting him, taking him. This was going nowhere.
After a few minutes, Brent decided that it was impossible for him to let go with her and he closed his eyes and imagined Riley watching the two of them on the bed together. He almost lost his erection altogether and forced himself to open his eyes. What had the son of a bitch done to him? He felt like he was lying to Suzanne when all he was doing was trying to make her happy.
He turned her over on her knees and slid inside, parting his legs for leverage and his cheeks squeezed together and then opened. Suzanne was moaning and backing up for more and completely unaware of what was going on behind her. Brent licked the tip of his finger and reached around to touch his crack and the tender skin of his anus. He gasped as he touched himself there, groaning as soon as he realized that he couldn't touch himself there without saying the man's name in his mind.
Brent finished with her as well as he could. Suzanne trembled under him when she came and pushed her soft bottom into his groin and he fucked her faster, breathing hard. He made the sound that he always did when he faked an orgasm and when he pulled out, he lay on his belly so that she couldn't feel that he was still rock hard.
“Oh, Brent,” she smiled and patted his arm, “that was so good.”
Maybe it wasn't another man at all. Maybe he had just been with the wrong woman all these years. It wasn't the first time that Brent had told himself that. Suzanne was adorable and other men had told him on several occasions how cute she was. It just didn't do anything for him; the passion that sent electric sparks through him was reserved for his nocturnal visits to the basement.
He remembered what Doug said - it was kind of sad. It didn't mean that he was ready to jump ship and start a whole new life because he had jerked off so much to Riley that an orgasm with him had rocked his world. He was still debating it in his mind, no closer to peace or sleep, when Suzanne's soft snore began. Brent hadn't checked his Facebook messages and he hoped that Doug had responded.
He had and the answer was a
surprise.
“Now I'm starting to feel guilty about writing you. Totally not your fault at all, it's mine but you describing what happened when you went out with your boss turned me on way too much. I could almost picture it in my imagination. Kissing you, holding your face in my hands while our bodies move together and finally kissing you the way I always wanted to. Part of me wants to hear more and part of me is jealous, is that stupid?”
Brent had to admit that it gave him a little satisfaction to hear that his old roommate was turned on thinking about him still. It didn't come close to making up for the years of stifled want and rejection but it was something.
Doug continued. “As far as the rest of your situation is concerned, this is a pretty big deal and maybe your boss is kind of scared. First of all, he's your boss and I'm sure you know that relationships with people at work are pretty iffy. You never know when someone will say it's sexual harassment.”
Brent hadn't even thought of that and he had to admit, Doug had a point. Other married people in his office hadn't fared so well once a fling had ended, why did he think that it would be any different for him?
“And you're married. If he's out and you're not, that puts him in a bad spot. He's going to feel like you're just using him to get off and then you go back home and forget about him. We both know what that's like. When I first came out, I met a lot of guys who were still in the closet and I avoided them because of a situation like that.”
Even Doug would stay clear of him now. As much of a turn-on as Brent may be, even Doug wouldn't want to return to their secret fumbling in the dark. His message ended with a simple question: “What do you think you should do?”
He was just as lost as ever, having no clue what to do. Brent had been comfortable with his world the way it was. He had compartmentalized it all neatly. He was married with kids and he had the occasional thought about a man but it meant nothing. It was just his sick imagination that he needed to indulge because sex with his wife didn't give him everything he needed. He knew from talking to his friends that it was rare that a man did get everything he needed from one woman. Most of them spent a good portion of their day trying to cheat; at least Brent had never done that. He'd always justified his fantasies with the fact that it was just fantasy and it would never become real and interfere with his married life.
