Gay Erotic Stories

“Hello! Chris, you all right?” came the response from the other end of the cradle.

“Yeah, of course I am.” I replied not concealing the irritation in my voice.

“Sorry, just checking on you,” came the reply from my administrative assistant.

I glanced at the clock on my computer desk—damn it was 10:15 already.

“Sorry, I guess for once I just overslept; I’ll be in just as soon as I jump in the shower.” With that, she hung up, and I lurched out of bed. Both she and I knew I rarely needed any sort of wakeup call—it didn’t matter where I was, now many time zones I might have crossed, usually my body clock simply reset itself. My usually routine was to arise just before 4 AM, turn on the TV and catch the early morning news programs with one eye open and drifting in and out of an extended morning dosing, and then pushing out of the sack at around 6:30, hitting the shower, and in the office between 7:15 and 7:30.

I rarely would sleep more than 2-3 hours at one stretch, then fade in and out for another 3-4 hours if I wanted. I couldn’t believe I had just zipped through the entire evening without awakening once. But it indeed had happened.

I rushed through my shower, shave, and threw on some clothes and was in the office by 10:45. My assistance gave me an all too “knowing” look, and brought my a cup of coffee before I’d barely signed on and viewed my emails—something she NEVER does.

“Look, nothing’s going on, I was just really overly tired I guess.”

“Yeah, line dancing really takes it out of you, doesn’t it?”

Damn, how the hell did she… The look on my face must have given me away, because she continued, “Don’t under estimate me, I have my sources…” and she smiled. “By the way, I hear he’s really a cutie!”

Up to this point, I’d thought I had been able to conceal both Rodrigo as well as Carter’s identities. I had to do some quick thinking. Certainly Mary Ann had seen Rodrigo come and go, and knew of us having a couple of lunches, but hadn’t asked about anything so far. I believed that she just decided that he was merely an acquaintance within our office building…what with the age difference and all. Carter, or what her “friend” had seen, probably might have been much more incriminating.

“I think that’s really nice…Chris you’ve been single for too long—you’re entitled. When do I get to meet him?

It was time to come clean—or at least a convenient version of it. I told her how I’d met him on the plane from Houston, sans the specifics of our conversation, and that he was in town for a job interview, had spent the weekend without benefit of a car, etc. and he’d called me, we’d taken in a movie on Sunday night, and then showed him around a bit last night—and I’d taken him the Round-Up (also one of Mary Ann’s favorites) when he asked about a country western bar. (It was the only one I knew of).

That seemed to quell her interest…after all the bar was essentially a straight place, and she was apparently satisfied—if not disappointed—that Carter was apparently just a visiting job searcher and was most likely straight. “You’ll have to introduce me to him, the bartender says he’s really hot!”

“We’ll see…for all I know, after his follow-up interview today…he just might be on a plane back to Texas.” With that, Mary Ann’s flirtatious smile evaporated and she left my office and headed back to her cubicle.

I sat there and thought about just what I’d said. Yeah, that scenario just MIGHT be the case. I sort of felt guilty about not being forthcoming with Mary Ann, yet I knew it was for the best. Mary Ann might have been a gypsy or a fortune teller in a previous life—she “knew all and saw all” when it came to office personnel – and found it her mission to “tell all” for everyone’s “benefit”. However, “benefit” was not always the outcome.

I finished the coffee, got myself a second cup, and was ogled at when I walked through the office by several staffers. Son-of- a… I just smiled, poured myself a new cup, and walked deliberately back to my office. I spent the remainder of the morning in my office, noting that I hadn’t received even one telephone call. I guessed that no news was good news…kind of like a jury taking too short of a time to deliberate…the longer the better?

Never-the-less I decided to order in lunch, and when it came, I ate it in my office. After finishing, I set about returning the last few email messages and began updating my Excel spreadsheets with new data. I busied myself and lost track of time. Before I knew it, people were leaving the office…it was after 5 PM. I hadn’t heard anything. Reluctantly, but deliberately, so as not to arouse any undue suspicion, I shut down my computer, and closed up my office. I actually breathed a sigh of relief, once I was safely in my car.

I started the car up and headed home. I had succeeded in not seeing Rodrigo all day, and fortunately had been able to get out of the parking lot before he got off work. I made a direct shot towards home—thankfully a 10-15 minute trip. Once home, I was greeted by my cats, I got the mail box key and retrieved the day’s mail. Strange how I actually viewed getting the mail as an “event” rather than a chore; I guessed maybe Mary Ann might have been right—I’d been a loner too long.

I was sifting through the mail when the phone rang. It was Carter. The cheeriness and pleasant tone of his voice was conspicuously absent…

“Sorry, I couldn’t call you before now. After the interview, I was ushered out of the office and right back to my hotel so I could check out without having to pay for another night’s stay. I’ve got a 9:50 pm flight out tonight back home, but I wanted to let you know that I really enjoyed spending time with you.”

My heart sank, I couldn’t say anything…apparently my negative premonition had come to fruition. Carter continued his pause…

“If you’d like to have dinner, or maybe see me off?”

Again, I just couldn’t seem to clear the growing lump in my throat. Finally I managed to respond, “So what you’re telling me is things didn’t go as you’d hoped, I guess.”

“Yeah, the sure didn’t. But I’d like to see you before I leave, maybe have a drink?”

“Sure, that would be nice I guess,” I said my voice faltering, surely noticeably. “Were are you now?”

“m in the bar at the hotel, my bags are behind the front desk.” Cater advised. “We don’t have a whole lot of time, I guess I need to make it to the airport by around 8-8:30 or so.”

The finality of everything was closing in—all too fast. “Okay, I’ll meet you there is say about 15 minutes?”

“Great, I’ll have a cold one waiting…”

I hung up the phone, put down the mail, and headed for the bathroom. I felt suddenly nauseous, but had to pee anyway. I finished the job, washed my hands, picked up the keys and headed back out the door in front of three confused animals.

The trip back towards my office and Carter’s hotel seemed to take much longer…too long. It seemed like thousands of ideas, thoughts, etc. flashed through my mind. When I pulled into the parking lot, it dawned on me that I’d not even recalled driving the last few blocks—I couldn’t remember the route I took!

I entered the hotel lobby and looked around, not entirely sure as to the location of the bar. Fortunately (as in oh shit) Paws was behind the front desk and gave me a smile which I interpreted as more of a smirk when our eyes met. If I’d been in closer range, and there was not a customer at the desk, I’d given him a verbal lashing. Instead, he just looked at me and pointed to my left.

Minutes later I was walking through the bar’s entrance. There seated at the counter was Carter—alone and nursing a glass. His eyes met mine and his lips turned into a faint smile. He motioned me over.

“At least I can buy you a drink for all the trouble I’ve caused you and put your out…”

“Carter, it’s been my pleasure…really…”

“Bar keep, we’ll have that drink now…” Carter interrupted.

The bartender headed off down to the other end of the counter and to the cooler. I turned my attention to Carter, not really wanting to hear the finality of it all.

“So, what happened? You’re flying home…”

“Here you fellas go!” announced the bartender as he set down two glasses, and then produced a bottle of champagne from his backside. “What’s the occasion?”

“The occasion is—I GOT THE GAWL DARN JOB!” Carter exploded, and then let out a whoop. “You’re lookin’ at the new head computer programmer! He was apparently very pleased with the shocked look on my face, followed by relief.

“Sorry, but I just had to see your reaction,” he said. I hope you’re not going to stay pissed off at me for leading you on.” His grin was infectious, his mood ecstatic. I thanked my lucky stars I’d recently had taken a piss.

“You son-of-a…”

“Yeah, I know. Cheers!” We toasted and Carter downed the glass in one gulp.

“So, uh…when do you start?”

“I’m flying home tonight, and I start a week from next Monday. I’ve just got to pack a few things, and then I’m driving back. Hopefully I’ll be back here in about five days!

He stood up and so did I. I have him one of those “corporate buddy” type hugs—since we were in a straight place. Timing sucked. We finished the bottle of bubbly , then I suggested we get some dinner—since airline food was non-existent and airport food might as well be.

We headed to the same steakhouse, and had a nice but rather hurried dinner. We worked out the details. Carter would be home 1-2 days sorting things out, and then drive back from Texas. I offered to fly out and help him with the drive, but thankfully Carter said there probably wouldn’t be enough room in the car for a church mouse. In actuality I was a bit relieved, because I wasn’t sure I could afford to take the time off work.

“If all goes well, I should be back in town by Tuesday or Wednesday of next week at the latest…that’ll give me five days to get settled in.” he winked, smiled and said, “Will you be glad to see me present myself at your doorstep?”

“You bet!” I said without pause or thought, “You can park your ass on my doorstep anytime!” Suddenly I realized the potential double meaning of his question and of my immediate answer. There was a lot to consider…with regard to his getting an apartment, temporary if not permanent lodging together, etc.

“Well, we can sort all of this out later; right now we’ve got to get you to the airport.” All too soon, I was pulling the car up to the Continental Airlines terminal. “Go home, get some rest and start packing… I’ll see you soon…sooner if you can make it.”

“Thanks Chris, I’m excited beyond belief… My life’s going to be…. I mean, if it’s right with ya’ll…our life’s going to be so gawl darn great.”

With that he leaned over and gave me a kiss, reached into the back seat for his bags and was off.

I sat there in a trance…thunderstruck…trying to take it all in… Yeah, I guessed I’d heard him right? Then there was a tapping on my driver’s window…it was an airport policeman urging me to move it. I did.

I was in a fog on the way home…probably a moving accident looking for a place to happen. Luckily, I made it home. The cats were there, and thankfully so was the bathroom—I had to take one wicked piss! Kind of hard to do when your dick’s at nearly full mast.