A gay sex story: Don’t Overthink It
Another Thursday afternoon, and another endless meeting I had to attend, but I managed to keep a vaguely interested expression on my face as the head of our team droned on, rehashing topics that could have been easily summarized in an email.
My gaze drifted across the conference room table to settle on Rory. He was less successful at hiding his boredom, actually squirming in his seat a little. Our stares met, and I raised an eyebrow, trying to communicate a mild reprimand. He immediately sat up straighter, but I saw the hint of a smile pull at the left corner of his mouth.
He was in his late twenties, about fifteen years my junior, and I’d become a kind of mentor to him, showing him the ropes in this business. He was hardworking and ambitious but not cutthroat. Not yet, at least. Part of me admired his integrity, while another part scoffed at what I considered his naivete.
And then there was another part of me that imagined driving my hard cock between Rory’s full, lush lips. That part was winning out today, and I felt my dick stir in my pants. It wouldn’t do to leave this meeting with a raging hard-on, so I was quick to jot down a few meaningless notes and bring my attention back to the topic at hand.
“What do you think, Patrick?” Matt, the head of our team, suddenly asked me. “Do you have anything to add?”
I hadn’t been listening close enough to have anything of significance to contribute, so I simply gave him my most winning smile and said, “I think you summed it up perfectly.”
Matt nodded, apparently in full agreement with my praise. Then he clasped his hands together. “I guess that’s it then,” he told us. “We’ll regroup next week, same time.”
Rory fell into step beside me as we left the conference room. “That was very productive, don’t you think?” he asked under his breath.
I glanced over at him, taking in his chiseled features. He had thick, wavy chestnut brown hair, and his blue eyes were now playful as he looked back at me. I was taller, but not enough to tower over him. No, it would be quite effortless to cup my hand against the back of his head and bring his mouth to mine…
I forced myself to look ahead before I had a chance to indulge that line of thought any further. “You know that much of the day-to-day minutiae of this work is bullshit,” I said to Rory in a low voice. “Still, you need to keep on Matt’s good side. He could make or break you.”
My words quickly chased the smile from his face, and he gave me an earnest nod. I didn’t enjoy being a hard-ass, so I went on to add, “Your efforts haven’t gone unnoticed, Rory. I know for a fact that the higher-ups are impressed with you.”
Rory looked relieved, even grateful. “I have you to thank for that,” he said. “When I first started here, I was completely clueless. Without your guidance, I’m pretty sure I still would be.”
I waved a dismissive hand. “I only gave you a helpful nudge now and then.” Though I’d already been planning for this moment during the meeting, I made a show of looking at my watch. “It’s well after five now. Want to grab dinner?”
“Absolutely!” Rory answered without hesitation. This was the first time I’d invited him to join me for a meal outside of work hours; normally I drew a firm line between my business and personal life. But Rory tempted me. Every day we worked together, I had to keep myself in check, revealing no sign of my desire for him.
And I wouldn’t have wasted my time feeding that desire if I didn’t have a gut feeling that Rory would be willing to oblige me, at the right time and place. Sometimes he looked at me in a way that was almost worshipful, and last week when I arrived at the office in one of my best three-piece suits, ready for a meeting with an important client, I’d noticed Rory’s gaze moving over my body. There was a hunger in that stare, though he was quick to avert his eyes when I caught him ogling me.
“Let me just call Heidi really quick to tell her I’ll be late coming home,” Rory went on now, holding up his phone.
Ah yes, his wife Heidi. I’d met her at a social function the office held several months ago, soon after Rory was hired. She was a tiny young woman; I guessed she was just shy of five feet tall. I thought she was pretty enough, with a heart-shaped face and large brown eyes that were a shade lighter than her hair. But throughout that evening, she’d stayed close to Rory’s side, seeming nervous even as my wife, Eve, tried to draw her into conversation. Heidi’s demeanor was the exact opposite of Rory’s, for he was gregarious and friendly, skilled at making small talk.
“Give Heidi my regards,” I told Rory as we reached my office. “I’ll be waiting for you here.”
“Sounds great.” Rory didn’t try to keep the eagerness from his voice, and I worked to suppress my grin. “I’ll just be a sec,” he added, as if he thought I might grow impatient and leave without him if he took too long.
Once he’d gone to his own office, I headed to the restroom to take a piss. While washing my hands, I examined my reflection in the mirror, trying to see myself as Rory did. I knew I was good-looking, but time was catching up with me. My face wasn’t as youthful, yet I figured I didn’t need to worry about that. I could aim for the distinguished look as I grew older. My blond hair hid the few strands of gray that had begun to appear, and like Rory, I got up early almost every day to work out, so my body was lean and muscular. But Eve said my eyes, which she described as piercing blue, were my best feature. “Those eyes,” she once told me, when there was still some affection remaining between us, “can get you anything you want.”
I was counting on that tonight.
When I returned to my office, Rory was waiting just outside for me, and as our eyes met, he smiled. “I’m all set,” he said. “Do you need to call Eve?”
“She’s out of town, won’t be back till late Sunday,” I informed him. My wife’s absence had certainly factored into my planning, and I’d decided that now was the most opportune time for me to make a move on Rory. “Why don’t I drive us to the restaurant, and I’ll bring you back here later?”
“Are you sure?” Rory asked. “I don’t want to put you out.”
“It’s no trouble.”
As we left the office and made our way to my car, a breeze ruffled Rory’s hair. I loved watching the man walk; he had a perfect stride, confident but not cocky. The early spring evening was unseasonably warm, and we shed our suit coats, draping them across the back seat of the car.
During the drive to the restaurant, Rory was eager to talk, mostly about work. I remembered having that kind of passion for the job, a sheer enthusiasm that made up for a lack of experience. When I drew to a stop at a red light, I took a moment to turn to him with a smile.
“What is it?” he asked, laughing a little under my scrutiny.
I held his stare for a few seconds longer, and my smile widened. “Nothing.”
His expression held a shadow of uncertainty. “Sorry if I’m going on and on,” he hurried to tell me, and I felt a twinge of guilt for throwing him off balance.
“You’re not,” I assured him, though he most definitely was. “I’m enjoying the conversation.”
The relief was evident in Rory’s face, but he made a point to ask me questions from then on. “How’s Eve doing?” he asked.
“Hell if I know,” I muttered before I could stop myself. Traffic began moving again, but a glance at Rory revealed his surprise at my remark. “Things have been… less than great between us for a while now.”
“Sorry to hear that,” he said quietly. I could sense that he was curious, but he didn’t want to pry.
“She doesn’t like me working so much,” I explained.
“Ah, I see.” Rory turned a little in the seat to face me. “You two have been married… what, ten years?”
I was impressed that he remembered a detail I’d once mentioned to him only as an aside. “Yep, and while I worked just as much ten years ago, she was fine with it at the start of our marriage. Or at least she told me she was. But things change, I guess.”
Eve came from money, and while she kept busy running local charitable organizations, she’d never needed to work a day in her life. She didn’t understand why I wasn’t willing to be a kept man, content to let her pay for everything and control every aspect of my existence.
I noticed that Rory’s expression had darkened a bit, and I wondered if he was contemplating the state of his own marriage. Though I was more than a little curious, I figured he might be willing to open up to me over dinner. I’d chosen a fine restaurant, with a subdued and somewhat formal atmosphere. When I pulled into the lot, I found that it was a little crowded but not packed. No need for reservations this early on a Thursday evening.
“I’ve never been here before,” Rory remarked.
“It’s a good place to bring clients.” As we got out of the car, I heard Rory’s phone chime, and he glanced at the screen, his brow furrowing. “Everything okay?” I asked him.
Rory gave me a chagrined smile. “Heidi just wants to know what time I might be home tonight,” he confessed. “I thought we covered this when I called her.”
I dared to draw closer to him, then inclined my head as if I were sharing a secret. “Well, how late you stay out tonight is completely up to you, isn’t it?” I murmured.
His eyes widened a little, and I knew I’d caught him off guard yet again, but he hurriedly nodded. He tapped out a response on his phone and didn’t hesitate to send it. “I told her I’d let her know when I’m ready to head home.”
I nodded, not bothering to hide that I was pleased with him for finally growing a pair when it came to his wife. When we stepped inside the restaurant, I requested a table at the back, away from the other patrons. I hoped the privacy would make Rory more at ease.
The setting was almost romantic, with soft ambient lighting and flickering candlelight at each table. I used to bring Eve here a lot, when we still wanted to spend time together. I remembered the evening she wore a dress with a plunging neckline, her red hair swept back from her face. My wife had turned plenty of heads that night, and though she was older now, she still attracted plenty of attention.
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