Gary stood up suddenly. He reached for my hand. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
He led me down the hallway to his bedroom. There he shut the door. It was the middle of the day, but the curtains were drawn and it was mostly dark, with enough residual light that we could plainly see each other. But the mood… ah the mood was just right. I loved this. I needed more of this in my life. I’d tucked myself and my feelings away for far too long. I had to come back to life already. Too much living in the shadows was not good for anyone.
I sat down on the bed and Gary began to remove my pants. He unzipped my jeans and unfastened them, before pulling them off to the floor. They slipped over my feet and then fell to the floor. I was lying on his bed wearing only panties now.
Gary reached up and slipped the last garment from my body. He stood there for a moment, watching me, sighing with glee at the sight of me. I was there waiting for him, ready for him to make the next move. I was so wet. I could feel and see the gushing juices of my pussy signaling to him that I was at maximum peak arousal. He just had to come and get it.
He then began to strip for me. Slowly, he removed his shirt to reveal his muscular, lean physique. He had that well-worn muscle, as if he’d grown up on a farm. He put in the time at the gym, but his muscle looked more natural than that. His ripped abs were a thing of beauty and I could hardly stop staring at them. My mind was racing with thoughts of tearing into him, sliding my tongue and even gnashing my teeth into his sweet, delicious form.
“Take it off, dammit,” I said. “I want to see you…”
Gary smiled. He seemed to delight in torturing me with his striptease, or any kind of pleasure. I reached between my legs and plunged two fingers deeply into my hot, succulent pussy. It was so sensitive that I felt I might come right on the spot. When I pulled my fingers out, I held them up so that Gary could see the glistening of my juices dripping off my skin. “You see how wet you make me. Come and fuck me… I need that cock…”
Gary calmly smiled and removed his jeans. At last he pulled off his tight boxer shorts and stood there watching me with his hard, rigid cock in his hand. It was a beautiful dick. The flesh was pulled tightly around his throbbing boner. The head was large and round. It was neat and cut. He was clean shaven and bare, just the way I liked to see it. He was big. I knew that he would fill me up with his thick prick. I wanted to feel him stretching me until I begged for mercy from the onslaught of his pleasure inducing, sweeter than all else fuck.
“Are you ready for it?” Gary asked as he climbed between my legs.
“Yes,” I said. “Give it to me. Shit, I’m so ready…”
He smiled and bent over me. Then he kissed me hard on the mouth. He shoved his tongue deeply into me and I sucked it back hard. Just then he entered me tightly, pushing his throbbing dick into my soft, wet pussy.
“Fuck!” I moaned in a mercy asking cry. It felt so damn good. It was mind blowing. My whole body felt like it had just been taken to a level of pleasure it had never obtained before. This was truly the most intense experience of my life. I hated myself for not giving in sooner. No matter how much trouble it might cost me, this would be well worth it. And if we didn’t get caught, then I had just found the very thing that could make me utterly happy in this life. I was ready for whatever came next. There was nothing that could bring me down because I had seen the pinnacle of bliss and there was no way to take that away from me.
Gary entered me again, shoving his hard, thick prick into the waiting waters of my tightness. My legs spread wider as if I was trying to crawl away from the pleasure because it was just too much. Oh, this felt so damn good. I closed my eyes as Gary kissed me again, this time harder. He sucked my tongue out of my mouth and let it glide between his teeth, adding a little bit of attitude and danger to the kiss. I liked that.
Meanwhile, his epic prick was pounding away at my pussy in slow, deep penetrations. I sucked in my breath, gasping with every single thrust. I felt the sensations growing by leaps and bounds. Somehow every single time he entered me, it felt a little bit better than the time before.
I rested my legs high up on his torso, squeezing him tightly, my legs pressed against his ribs seeing if he might wince, but he did not. Gary kept his mind focused on the task in front of him. I loved the look on his face. I could see how much pleasure my body was giving him and he was giving the same pleasure right back to me. This was beyond anything I’d hoped for. I just wanted this beautiful man in any way I could have him.
And those thoughts, those feelings made all of this that much more special. I knew right as he was making love to me that I was falling in love with this man. The final piece had fallen into place. Before this I had strong feelings for him, but now seeing the pleasure he brought to me and how much care he was putting into it, this showed me plainly that sweet Gary was falling for me, too. I could tell that he had those same thoughts in his head that I did.
It was too soon to know this, but I felt it within me. I felt it as strongly as I had felt anything else in my life. This was real. This was really happening. I was in love with Gary and I believed he was in love with me.
But it was still too soon to explore those feelings that deeply. In the throes of passion, one often feels things that do not make sense later. I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind, but they were turning me on so much that I could not let go of them completely.
“Oh, shit…”I moaned. “That’s it. Hit that spot…oh… fuck!” I gasped as Gary began to fuck me harder. His cock was plunging in and out of me quickly with dedicated purpose and utility. I was getting close to coming now. It was going to happen so soon. Shit… I felt it coming.
I bucked my hips hard against his raging prick as it broke into me, slipping between my wet slit and pile driving hard into my wet pool. “That’s it! Oh, shit!”
“You like that, baby?” Gary asked. “You feel so fucking good. Fuck… oh… that’s perfect…”
Every single one of Gary’s words came out in a grunt. I loved the sound of it. I knew that he was feeling strained, tense, and that he was going to fill me up with his epic load soon. Oh, so soon. I wanted to feel every single drop of him inside of me. I wanted my body to absorb it and take it in. I hoped I didn’t get pregnant. Shit, we probably should have been using something, but honestly, at that moment I was too obsessed with the bliss I was feeling to care. This was all passionate, in the heat of the moment. Gary wasn’t thinking about it either, and in some way it made it all that much hotter between us. Fuck, this man was beautiful.
Gary pulled out of me then. He looked down at me, his raging cock covered in my wet juices. I could see it dripping on the sheet. For some reason that turned me on as well. “Turn over.”
I rolled over and got on my hands and knees. Gary pulled up behind me. I felt his cock against me a second before he pushed it into me. Shit, he was in deeper now. I loved this angle as I bent over a bit more, shoving my ass higher up in the air.
I held onto the pillow in front of me, holding it as if it was some kind of security blanket. Gary was fucking me so good, so hard now, that I was having a tough time maintaining this position. His powerful blows with his huge cock were so sweet and tight inside of me that with every single stroke I thought it might be the one to finally trigger my orgasm. It had been blowing up for a few minutes. I felt it building deeply within me. I was just waiting for the time when it would finally be released.
Gary grabbed my hair and pulled it back snugly, teasing me with the buildup. He placed his face close to my ear. I could feel the cool breath from his mouth as he began to whisper in my ear. “Is that what you like? Ah, you’re so perfect. God, this feels like nothing else in the world. I’ve been dreaming about this since I laid eyes on you.” He kissed my earlobe and then nuzzled his face against my neck. “I want you to come for me baby. Can you do that? Are you almost there? Do you want me to fill your tight pussy with my huge load? It’s so massive…it’s going to drip out of you and run down your legs baby…
is that what you want?”
Listening to his words turned me on like crazy, taking me to that final level where I could feel the orgasm about to break in me. “Fuck yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me!”
I pumped my hips backwards against his as he humped harder into my tightness. I was so wet now that the friction was starting to lose out a little bit, but it was not going to stop us. Gary pulled my hair harder, curling the strands into a tight ball in his clenched fist. He was holding me near the roots so that it would be tight enough to be a little bit intimidating. That was part of the appeal. If he wanted to grab me and yank my hair out, or jerk my head around however he wanted to, that was his prerogative. He was in control. I liked that. I wasn’t sure why, but I loved those thoughts of surrendering control to this perfect man. I wanted him to always be there for me and in that moment I was willing to do just about anything to make that happen. Yes, that’s the way… oh, I was about to…
“YES!” I screamed as the orgasm hit me. I jerked my head with the intensity of the climax, but Gary was still holding my hair, controlling my body in place so that I could not move too much. This made the effects of the orgasm that much more intense. I had no way to soften the blow. I was just there and my body would experience the full intensity of this magnificence.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. All I could do was wait as the precious, amazing waves of pleasure echoed throughout my body. My body was tightening around Gary’s cock, squeezing him as it waited for him to pop. I wanted that so badly… it was only a matter of time…
“Yes, that’s it!” Gary yelled. “Come for… me!”
As he grunted out the last word, I felt his own body twitching with relief. A moment later I felt his huge orgasm colliding with my own as he let go of every single drop of his precious seed within my body, which responded in kind and set off a few more aftershocks of the orgasm I was trying to recover from. Sounds came out of my throat that I had never heard before. They were guttural, intense. As I felt Gary’s sweet juice blowing into my body with astounding force, I couldn’t help but think about all of the time that had been building to this sweet, epic moment. This was what we’d been waiting for and I realized that the buildup had actually made this so wonderful. I was very happy that we had waited this long.
As our bodies wound down from the intense lovemaking, Gary held me in his arms. We didn’t speak much, but I knew that we were both thinking the same thing. What happens next? How far were we going to take this?
I had thought about this being the one during the sex. I’d felt it and I’d believed it, but now I was not so sure. I was developing such strong feelings for Gary that this was well worth it all, but then at the same time, I had to think that it would be awful if he were to lose his job, too. It would be worse in a way since he’d been with the company for so long.
We had to keep this under the radar. That was going to be easier said than done, though. Just thinking about how hard it was going to be to go day in and day out working with each other and pretending that we hardly knew each other besides just on a professional basis was going to be more difficult than I could begin to comprehend. Gary did not seem too concerned with it. He was less emotional than I was, or at least he was one of those people who could keep his emotions under the surface so you never really knew what he was thinking.
“That was amazing,” I said as I rested my head against his muscular chest.
“I agree,” Gary replied softly. He kissed me on the forehead softly and rubbed my shoulder with his large, somewhat calloused hand. “I know what you are thinking.”
I smiled. I would play along. “Interesting… what am I thinking?”
“You’re thinking about how this is going to play out Monday when we are back at work. Will we be able to pretend like nothing is going on? Will we be able to keep this from our friends, our supervisors, and the rest of the team?”
I sighed. “You are good. I bet you are thinking about the same thing.”
“True.”
“Great minds.”
“That we are,” Gary said.
“I’m not sure we can do this,” I said.
“We already did it. This has begun. We can’t take it back, right?”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “But that isn’t what I meant. This happened. And it was beautiful. I would never want to take it back if we could. I think we can recover and move on from this and pretend that nothing has really changed. But if this becomes a regular thing, if we are actually together, then that changes everything.”
“I don’t see how it changes the way we behave at work. We are professionals. As long as we maintain the utmost in professionalism at work, which we already are expected to do, then I don’t see how anyone can find out. It’s our life with our co-workers outside of work that we have to be careful of.”
“Right,” I said. “You are making some valid points here.”
“Thanks. Basically, if we let something slip with some of our friends from the station, or we act a little different if we all happen to be hanging out together, which happens every now and then, that is when we will have to worry. That scrutiny, those targets will be put on our backs and we will be caught red handed. Our friends will figure that out. We just have to be careful in those circumstances.”
“And here I thought you weren’t too concerned,” I said. “It turns out that you have thought all of this through. It makes me wonder if you’ve done this before.”
I hadn’t meant that last statement to be accusatory, but I was aware that it had come out that way. Gary kissed my forehead and said, “No, never. I’ve never dated someone from the station. I’ve never dated anyone I’ve worked with ever.”
“Is that a policy that you’ve always had for yourself?”
“Yes. I just never felt it would work out well.”
“So, what makes this different?”
“I don’t know that it is, but I am just so drawn to you that this all seemed to be completely out of my hands.”
“I agree,” I said. “But I’m not sure we should do this again. It’s just too risky. I don’t think I can be that on all the time. I will blow this for us. Somehow I will let it slip by saying, or doing the wrong thing. I’m afraid that I can’t hold up my end of this bargain.”
Gary sighed. “I get it. And again, it’s your choice. You know how I stand on it. I’m ready to go all in. I think we can be brilliant together. But if you are uncomfortable about something then I respect that. I would never want you to feel that way. I care too much about you and I respect you far too much.”
I nuzzled my head against his chest and rested, closing my eyes. It was still early in the day, but I was exhausted. I was physically and emotionally drained. I needed a nap, and I was ready to close my eyes for a while. I had a lot of thinking to do. I appreciated how Gary was not trying to convince me of anything. He was not trying to change my mind. He was content with however things played out. I knew he was falling for me and he wanted this to continue, but he was fine with me having doubts and not being ready. And he wasn’t trying to make me feel bad about it either.
Dammit, he was too perfect sometimes. That made everything seem so much more confusing. My mind was getting so muddled about what to do and how to handle things. I just wanted to be free and happy.
But it seemed that no matter what I did here, there was going to be a price to pay one way or another. I just had to decide which price I was willing to accept.
Chapter Eleven
Gary
I was getting ready for work the following Monday when Shelly face timed me. I was in a bit of a rush and I was a bit annoyed that someone was calling, but when I saw it was her, my mood lightened considerably. Was there something wrong? I had a feeling I was not going to like the contents of this phone call.
“Hey,” I answered. “This is a surprise.”
Shelly smiled weakly. “Hey, I know this is last minute, but can I talk with you a minute?”
“Sure. What’s up?”<
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“It’s about us,” she said. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.”
“And?”
“And I think we need to make sure this thing with us doesn’t happen again. I’m so sorry. I really care about you and I want this. I really do, but I just don’t think I can handle it. The stress is getting to me. It’s going to start interfering with my work. I’m not sleeping well. I’ve been through a lot the past few years and I don’t need this extra stress right now. I’m not handling it well. I’m sorry.”
I sighed quietly, but did my best to keep my composure. I kind of figured this, but I was getting a bit tired of Shelly’s back and forth. I’m the kind of guy who makes up his mind about something and I just follow through, but if Shelly needed more time I was not going to try to convince her or argue with her. I knew she would eventually agree that this thing between us was too valuable to just let go of. That was a conclusion I’d come to a while ago. It just sounded like she needed a bit more time to see it for herself.
“Ok,” I said. “I understand.”
“I’m really sorry,” she said.
“No worries,” I said. “I got to go. See you later.”
With that, I ended the call and finished my cup of coffee. Then I headed out the door ready for another fun filled day of waiting for a tragedy to happen. Most likely it would be another day of hanging with the crew, playing some games, working out, and training to keep our skills sharp. I would now have to add trying to avoid Shelly, or at the very least pretend like I hardly knew her, to that list.
I could do that. No problem.
As I drove to work, I turned on the radio and blasted some old eighties hair metal. It was my favorite morning music and it always got me pumped and ready for the day. I’ve never understood how most radio has a bunch of talk shows first thing in the morning. What’s wrong with starting your day with some great music instead? That is much more likely to get you awake and pumped up, especially when you had a physical job like I did.
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