Fancy Boy
One of the partners at work, Gabriel Knight, propositioned me at Friday night drinks. He noticed me the first day I started, in fact, he was one of the guys who did my interview. If I saw him behind his wife's back, he'd see what he could do about pay rises and promotions for me, not that he could promise anything. He heard I was good, anyway, so it wouldn't really be wrong, just like having a fan.
“You shouldn't let your good looks go to waste.”
“My good looks?” I repeated. I was taken aback, truthfully. This morning when I looked in the mirror I thought I looked 100 years old, as I tried to pull my face into a more pleasing shape.
“You could be my fancy boy.”
I'm a bit fucking old to be someone's fancy boy, is all I could think. "Is it going to go against me if I say no?"
"Oh, good god know, nothing like that," he said. "It would just work for both of us."
I'm practically a married man, I wanted to say, but I stopped myself. I was pretty lost for words, which is unusual for me. “I, I don’t know what to say.”
He kept filling up my wine glass and in the end I had no idea how much I’d had had to drink.
“Just say yes,” he said.
I was really drunk, smashed actually. And somehow, I found myself back in his office on his deserted floor. And the next thing I knew he had my suit pants undone and he had his hand down my pants.
“I knew you would have…” he said. He had his hand wrapped around my hardening cock.
I had spots in front of my eyes, in this light. At one point I’m not sure I knew who I was, actually, with.
It was hot. The forbidden has always turned me on, and I was turned on. Even if I wasn’t at all sure I wasn’t going to throw up. Turned on and nauseous, it was a weird feeling.
And people question George Pell in the sacristy, here I was in a glass fronted office open to whoever might walk by, 5 minutes after entering the room.
Then he had my cock out of my pants and was bending at the knees to put it in his mouth, and suddenly it was just too fucking real and I managed to pull myself together.
“Oh, no, no, no,” I said. I was careful to keep it light and breezy. “I really have to go.” I managed to get my hard dick back in my pants.
“You are just a tease,” said Gabriel. “But a nice tease.” He smiled.
“It’s been great,” I heard myself say. “But, as I said, I have a strict rule to keep work, work.” I was slurring, I could hear it.
“And I respect you for it,” said Gabriel. “Now, give me a kiss before you leave and we can part as friends, you lovely boy.”
So, there I was on a darkened legal floor, with my pants undone, just managing to push my erection back into my jocks kissing a man who was old enough to be my father, possibly in full view of work colleagues, not a situation in which I thought I’d ever find myself.
I walked into a wall pretty hard and my shoulder really hurt.
If I told you I had trouble finding the lift, you probably wouldn’t believe me. I was bouncing off walls and doors and door frames. And all I knew was that I had to get out of the office before I disgraced myself.
I stood in the lobby and dialled Ben. He answered just as the lift arrive. Bing.
“Hello?”
Lucky for me the lift was empty, I stepped in the way of the door to stop it closing.
“Hello?”
“Cum n get me.”
“Josh?”
“Who else…?”
“You are not making much sense.”
“I need you… to drop… wha… wha… you…” I don’t get sea sick, but I imagined what I was feeling was what people felt when they were sea sick.
“Are you okay?”
I started laughing at the thought of me being on a boat, but it wasn’t that laugh out loud laugh, it was that dribbling snot laugh, not that I was dribbling snot, despite the fact that I raised my hand to check that I wasn’t.
“Josh?”
“Jesus… fluck, er, fuck…”
“Are you okay?”
“No… no…” There was a bell ringing that was ringing that I wished would stop. “There is a bell… ringing.”
“What is wrong? Josh. You are really worrying me.”
“The bell… the bell… why is that bell… awful, it is awful.”
“Josh?”
“Are you on… you way?”
“Where are you?’
“In the orface… I think I just got mol… er… mol …” I exhaled, talking was hard work. “Touched. Me too. I’m me too.”
“What!” Ben sounded alarmed. “You are really worrying me.”
“I’m work… come get me… in Collins, out the front… come quick…”
“You need me to pick you up, you will be in Collins Street, out the front of the office?” (And that is why I date smart men)
“Yes. Oh, the bell… it is the lift. The bell is the lift. The doors open. Yes. Hurry.” I stepped out of the way of the doors, falling backwards into the lift, hitting my other shoulder against the mirrored back wall of the lift, which also hurt, losing phone reception on my phone instantly.
The lift doors opened, it was the ground floor. I remember the walk to Collins Street seemed to take forever. I slumped down onto the silver metal seat on the footpath. If I closed my eyes I got head spins, so I didn’t close my eyes, instead I rested my chin in my palms and rest my elbows on my knees.
I couldn’t tell you how long I was sitting there.
And annoying car horn was the next thing I remember. It was loud and close and I really wished it would stop.
Then I could swear someone was saying my name. “Josh, Josh.” I must have closed my eyes, because when I opened them, momentarily I didn’t know where I was.
Then there was a hot blond staring at me. I remember that. I tried to focus.
“Seriously?” I knew that voice. “How much did you have to drink?”
“Ben?”
“Yes, its me.”
Then I heard myself say. “Are you ashamed?”
“Get in the car.”
“I’m not sure that I can.” I was whispering. Was I ten years old with Daniel. I heard myself say, “I love Daniel.”
“I know you do,” said Ben. “Come on, get up.” Then there was a big, strong hand holding my arm and lifting me up.
“My shoulder hurts, I said.
“What?” Then a big strong hand was lifting my other arm.
“Oh, that shoulder hurts too.”
“What the hell have you been doing?”
“Fighting off ignominy,” I said. I started to giggle because I could barely say it.
“Get in the car.”
Then I was being pulled to my feet and I was being pushed sideways. “We have to get you out of here,” said Ben.
Ben opened the car door and pushed me into his car.”
Kerthunk went the door.
Then another door made a kerthunk noise moments later.
“What the hell happened?” asked Ben. And when I didn’t answer. “Josh, how? Why? What the hell?”
“Can we just go,” I said. “I don’t want to talk.” The truth was I felt like I was barely holding it together not to vomit, and if I vomited in Ben’s pride and joy car then that would be a whole other story.
Ben started the car, and I felt the car bump into gear. And then that beautiful BMW engine did what it was supposed to do, purring louder and louder. It felt like we did a u-turn at break neck speed. “Oh Ben, not so fast.”
“Babe, I am doing exactly 11 kilometres per hour.”
I started to laugh, the weird movement felt so funny.
“Seriously,” said Ben. “You are maggotted.”
That made me laugh some more, as I pictured myself as a maggot.
“You shouldn't let your good looks go to waste.”
“My good looks?” I repeated. I was taken aback, truthfully. This morning when I looked in the mirror I thought I looked 100 years old, as I tried to pull my face into a more pleasing shape.
“You could be my fancy boy.”
I'm a bit fucking old to be someone's fancy boy, is all I could think. "Is it going to go against me if I say no?"
"Oh, good god know, nothing like that," he said. "It would just work for both of us."
I'm practically a married man, I wanted to say, but I stopped myself. I was pretty lost for words, which is unusual for me. “I, I don’t know what to say.”
He kept filling up my wine glass and in the end I had no idea how much I’d had had to drink.
“Just say yes,” he said.
I was really drunk, smashed actually. And somehow, I found myself back in his office on his deserted floor. And the next thing I knew he had my suit pants undone and he had his hand down my pants.
“I knew you would have…” he said. He had his hand wrapped around my hardening cock.
I had spots in front of my eyes, in this light. At one point I’m not sure I knew who I was, actually, with.
It was hot. The forbidden has always turned me on, and I was turned on. Even if I wasn’t at all sure I wasn’t going to throw up. Turned on and nauseous, it was a weird feeling.
And people question George Pell in the sacristy, here I was in a glass fronted office open to whoever might walk by, 5 minutes after entering the room.
Then he had my cock out of my pants and was bending at the knees to put it in his mouth, and suddenly it was just too fucking real and I managed to pull myself together.
“Oh, no, no, no,” I said. I was careful to keep it light and breezy. “I really have to go.” I managed to get my hard dick back in my pants.
“You are just a tease,” said Gabriel. “But a nice tease.” He smiled.
“It’s been great,” I heard myself say. “But, as I said, I have a strict rule to keep work, work.” I was slurring, I could hear it.
“And I respect you for it,” said Gabriel. “Now, give me a kiss before you leave and we can part as friends, you lovely boy.”
So, there I was on a darkened legal floor, with my pants undone, just managing to push my erection back into my jocks kissing a man who was old enough to be my father, possibly in full view of work colleagues, not a situation in which I thought I’d ever find myself.
I walked into a wall pretty hard and my shoulder really hurt.
If I told you I had trouble finding the lift, you probably wouldn’t believe me. I was bouncing off walls and doors and door frames. And all I knew was that I had to get out of the office before I disgraced myself.
I stood in the lobby and dialled Ben. He answered just as the lift arrive. Bing.
“Hello?”
Lucky for me the lift was empty, I stepped in the way of the door to stop it closing.
“Hello?”
“Cum n get me.”
“Josh?”
“Who else…?”
“You are not making much sense.”
“I need you… to drop… wha… wha… you…” I don’t get sea sick, but I imagined what I was feeling was what people felt when they were sea sick.
“Are you okay?”
I started laughing at the thought of me being on a boat, but it wasn’t that laugh out loud laugh, it was that dribbling snot laugh, not that I was dribbling snot, despite the fact that I raised my hand to check that I wasn’t.
“Josh?”
“Jesus… fluck, er, fuck…”
“Are you okay?”
“No… no…” There was a bell ringing that was ringing that I wished would stop. “There is a bell… ringing.”
“What is wrong? Josh. You are really worrying me.”
“The bell… the bell… why is that bell… awful, it is awful.”
“Josh?”
“Are you on… you way?”
“Where are you?’
“In the orface… I think I just got mol… er… mol …” I exhaled, talking was hard work. “Touched. Me too. I’m me too.”
“What!” Ben sounded alarmed. “You are really worrying me.”
“I’m work… come get me… in Collins, out the front… come quick…”
“You need me to pick you up, you will be in Collins Street, out the front of the office?” (And that is why I date smart men)
“Yes. Oh, the bell… it is the lift. The bell is the lift. The doors open. Yes. Hurry.” I stepped out of the way of the doors, falling backwards into the lift, hitting my other shoulder against the mirrored back wall of the lift, which also hurt, losing phone reception on my phone instantly.
The lift doors opened, it was the ground floor. I remember the walk to Collins Street seemed to take forever. I slumped down onto the silver metal seat on the footpath. If I closed my eyes I got head spins, so I didn’t close my eyes, instead I rested my chin in my palms and rest my elbows on my knees.
I couldn’t tell you how long I was sitting there.
And annoying car horn was the next thing I remember. It was loud and close and I really wished it would stop.
Then I could swear someone was saying my name. “Josh, Josh.” I must have closed my eyes, because when I opened them, momentarily I didn’t know where I was.
Then there was a hot blond staring at me. I remember that. I tried to focus.
“Seriously?” I knew that voice. “How much did you have to drink?”
“Ben?”
“Yes, its me.”
Then I heard myself say. “Are you ashamed?”
“Get in the car.”
“I’m not sure that I can.” I was whispering. Was I ten years old with Daniel. I heard myself say, “I love Daniel.”
“I know you do,” said Ben. “Come on, get up.” Then there was a big, strong hand holding my arm and lifting me up.
“My shoulder hurts, I said.
“What?” Then a big strong hand was lifting my other arm.
“Oh, that shoulder hurts too.”
“What the hell have you been doing?”
“Fighting off ignominy,” I said. I started to giggle because I could barely say it.
“Get in the car.”
Then I was being pulled to my feet and I was being pushed sideways. “We have to get you out of here,” said Ben.
Ben opened the car door and pushed me into his car.”
Kerthunk went the door.
Then another door made a kerthunk noise moments later.
“What the hell happened?” asked Ben. And when I didn’t answer. “Josh, how? Why? What the hell?”
“Can we just go,” I said. “I don’t want to talk.” The truth was I felt like I was barely holding it together not to vomit, and if I vomited in Ben’s pride and joy car then that would be a whole other story.
Ben started the car, and I felt the car bump into gear. And then that beautiful BMW engine did what it was supposed to do, purring louder and louder. It felt like we did a u-turn at break neck speed. “Oh Ben, not so fast.”
“Babe, I am doing exactly 11 kilometres per hour.”
I started to laugh, the weird movement felt so funny.
“Seriously,” said Ben. “You are maggotted.”
That made me laugh some more, as I pictured myself as a maggot.
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