Work Gays
Working together turned out to be great. Of course, we work in different practise groups in the firm and in reality, we don’t, actually, see each other during the day.
Except that time, we met up in the toilets on his floor and pulled each other off standing face to face in our suits, holding the backs of each other’s heads, covering one another’s mouths with our own mouth, as we came, so we didn’t call out. Ben panicked when he discovered a trail of cum down his blue trouser suit leg. Then he was at the sink scrubbing it with wet hand towel as I sat against the sink telling him that it would never come out.
“Don’t joke,” he said. “I have a meeting…”
The toilet door opened and one of the young grads, Michael Murphy, walked in. “Boys.”
Ben straightened up instantly and pretended to be washing his hands. “Michael,” we both said.
Michael walked through into the next chamber. (Do you like that, the multi chambered pissoir)
Ben went straight back to scrubbing his trousers with wet paper towel.
“You are only making it worse with all the paper residue…”
“What do you want me to do,” hissed Ben. “To walk out there with obvious spunk trial down my thigh.”
Michael came back through the door still tucking in his shirt, nice flat stomach and wide elastic jocks on him. He looked up and held my gaze, still with his trousers unzipped and his hand inside them tucking himself in. I got a buzz up my spine. He zipped up his pants. “Taking time to scrub it all off your hands, huh?”
Michael turned on the tap.
I could see Ben was frazzled and was about to say something, so I spoke over him before her blurted out who knows what. “It’s the OCD,” I said deadpan. “I’m consulting.”
Michael squirted soap onto his hands. “Can’t you do that at home?”
Michael rubbed his hands under the water.
“You’d be surprised.”
Michael shook the water off.
“I think 20 seconds is the required washing time,” I said.
Michael smiled.
“You know, for the non OCD, er, amongst us.”
Michael dried his hands on some paper towel. He looked back at me, opened and closed his mouth, then left without saying anything further.
“You have no shame,” said Ben.
“He’s a sweet boy, who came out of the bogs with his pants open to face two known homosexuals, what am I supposed to think?”
“Cut back on the flirting, mate, he’s a baby.”
“Come on Mrs Marsh, let’s get out of here before HR turns up.”
“The trouble with you is that you think the whole world is gay…” Ben opened the door for me.
“Lucky for us, it is.” I headed out of the toilet. “By the way, who came on your pants, babe,” I whispered.
“Can you still see it?” said Ben trying to keep his voice at the whisper but failing. “Come on, don’t joke.”
That was once only, though, us boys can’t get into the habit of such carryon, otherwise before we know it, we’ll have our pants around our ankles and be up each other with no shame. (Chuckle)
We don’t even really meet up for lunch, very much, as Ben eats his lunch on the go, and I eat my lunch at my desk.
Ben wasn’t even really out before I started at the firm, of course, but he got comfortable with it pretty quickly, pretty quickly for a straight boy who was now doing it with a gay guy.
Professional occasions came last, but Ben did get comfortable with it in the end, introducing me to partners as his husband.
“Are you two really married?” asked one of the partners, Jack Albert.
“Ah… no,” Ben said.
“Not officially, no we are not,” I added.
“So, you just play… er… hide the sausage then?”
“Um… what?” I said. I was surprised by that.
“Yes, yes we do,” said Ben. “We do, we do that…” There was something robotic about Ben’s words.
I gave Ben a look. He grimaced back at me as if to say ‘that didn’t come out the way I meant it to.’
“Do you think we should save it until marriage?” I joked.
“Well, you can now,” said Jack Albert.
“I don’t really believe in it,” I said. “Marriage.”
“Not quite the picture I was… um… er… trying to convey, you know, to the board,” said the old partner. “Perhaps, with our first married male couple.” He raised his eyebrows.
“Not, just… hide the sausage,” I heard myself say. That joint I had in the car park with the grads, Maxwell Keith, Connor Martin and Ruben Duncan, the hot Jewish boy, was hitting me. I would never normally partake, but it was handed to me, as I was beguiled by each of the new grads beauty, pretty Max, sexy Ruben, surfie Connor, and I was puffing on it before I realised. The successful 25 year old just out of uni and into the new job is more handsome than just about any other time. “Partners in everything.”
“Life partners,” said Ben.
“Yes, yes, that’s more the picture I think we should be putting forward.”
But, it was you with the ‘hide the sausage’ talk, I thought. “Well, I won’t tell them if you don’t.” I managed to stifle a smerk.
“Why would you be introducing us to the board?” asked Ben.
“The Board are very keen to foster equality,” said Jack Albert. “And a few of the members were very interested when we told them we had a real life gay couple working at the firm.”
“What does that mean?” asked Ben.
“Oh, in all reality, nothing probably, just the ability to mention the fact in various ways.”
“So, we’d be the token gay couple?” I asked.
“Well, I hope not,” said Jack. “I’d hope it would lead to positive outcomes for our younger gay and questioning staff.”
“Do we have a problem with homophobia in the firm?” asked Ben.
“No, no I don’t think so,” said Jack. “But we can always improve so it never becomes a problem.”
“Yes, of course,” I said.
“And you boys are fit, masculine guys, you’re good role models for others,” said Jack. “To tell you the truth, I’d never have picked you as… um… sausage hiders.”
“Maybe, you could just call us gay,” I said.
“Yes, yes, of course,” said Jack. “Must keep up to date, as they say. Nancie’s and sissies are truly not PC, I’m guessing.”
“Almost as unPC as hide the sausage,” I said. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Yes, of course,” said Jack. “It’s a new world, we must keep up with it.”
“Yes,” said Ben. “As important as keeping up with the changes in the law.”
“Indubitably,” said Jack Albert.
Except that time, we met up in the toilets on his floor and pulled each other off standing face to face in our suits, holding the backs of each other’s heads, covering one another’s mouths with our own mouth, as we came, so we didn’t call out. Ben panicked when he discovered a trail of cum down his blue trouser suit leg. Then he was at the sink scrubbing it with wet hand towel as I sat against the sink telling him that it would never come out.
“Don’t joke,” he said. “I have a meeting…”
The toilet door opened and one of the young grads, Michael Murphy, walked in. “Boys.”
Ben straightened up instantly and pretended to be washing his hands. “Michael,” we both said.
Michael walked through into the next chamber. (Do you like that, the multi chambered pissoir)
Ben went straight back to scrubbing his trousers with wet paper towel.
“You are only making it worse with all the paper residue…”
“What do you want me to do,” hissed Ben. “To walk out there with obvious spunk trial down my thigh.”
Michael came back through the door still tucking in his shirt, nice flat stomach and wide elastic jocks on him. He looked up and held my gaze, still with his trousers unzipped and his hand inside them tucking himself in. I got a buzz up my spine. He zipped up his pants. “Taking time to scrub it all off your hands, huh?”
Michael turned on the tap.
I could see Ben was frazzled and was about to say something, so I spoke over him before her blurted out who knows what. “It’s the OCD,” I said deadpan. “I’m consulting.”
Michael squirted soap onto his hands. “Can’t you do that at home?”
Michael rubbed his hands under the water.
“You’d be surprised.”
Michael shook the water off.
“I think 20 seconds is the required washing time,” I said.
Michael smiled.
“You know, for the non OCD, er, amongst us.”
Michael dried his hands on some paper towel. He looked back at me, opened and closed his mouth, then left without saying anything further.
“You have no shame,” said Ben.
“He’s a sweet boy, who came out of the bogs with his pants open to face two known homosexuals, what am I supposed to think?”
“Cut back on the flirting, mate, he’s a baby.”
“Come on Mrs Marsh, let’s get out of here before HR turns up.”
“The trouble with you is that you think the whole world is gay…” Ben opened the door for me.
“Lucky for us, it is.” I headed out of the toilet. “By the way, who came on your pants, babe,” I whispered.
“Can you still see it?” said Ben trying to keep his voice at the whisper but failing. “Come on, don’t joke.”
That was once only, though, us boys can’t get into the habit of such carryon, otherwise before we know it, we’ll have our pants around our ankles and be up each other with no shame. (Chuckle)
We don’t even really meet up for lunch, very much, as Ben eats his lunch on the go, and I eat my lunch at my desk.
Ben wasn’t even really out before I started at the firm, of course, but he got comfortable with it pretty quickly, pretty quickly for a straight boy who was now doing it with a gay guy.
Professional occasions came last, but Ben did get comfortable with it in the end, introducing me to partners as his husband.
“Are you two really married?” asked one of the partners, Jack Albert.
“Ah… no,” Ben said.
“Not officially, no we are not,” I added.
“So, you just play… er… hide the sausage then?”
“Um… what?” I said. I was surprised by that.
“Yes, yes we do,” said Ben. “We do, we do that…” There was something robotic about Ben’s words.
I gave Ben a look. He grimaced back at me as if to say ‘that didn’t come out the way I meant it to.’
“Do you think we should save it until marriage?” I joked.
“Well, you can now,” said Jack Albert.
“I don’t really believe in it,” I said. “Marriage.”
“Not quite the picture I was… um… er… trying to convey, you know, to the board,” said the old partner. “Perhaps, with our first married male couple.” He raised his eyebrows.
“Not, just… hide the sausage,” I heard myself say. That joint I had in the car park with the grads, Maxwell Keith, Connor Martin and Ruben Duncan, the hot Jewish boy, was hitting me. I would never normally partake, but it was handed to me, as I was beguiled by each of the new grads beauty, pretty Max, sexy Ruben, surfie Connor, and I was puffing on it before I realised. The successful 25 year old just out of uni and into the new job is more handsome than just about any other time. “Partners in everything.”
“Life partners,” said Ben.
“Yes, yes, that’s more the picture I think we should be putting forward.”
But, it was you with the ‘hide the sausage’ talk, I thought. “Well, I won’t tell them if you don’t.” I managed to stifle a smerk.
“Why would you be introducing us to the board?” asked Ben.
“The Board are very keen to foster equality,” said Jack Albert. “And a few of the members were very interested when we told them we had a real life gay couple working at the firm.”
“What does that mean?” asked Ben.
“Oh, in all reality, nothing probably, just the ability to mention the fact in various ways.”
“So, we’d be the token gay couple?” I asked.
“Well, I hope not,” said Jack. “I’d hope it would lead to positive outcomes for our younger gay and questioning staff.”
“Do we have a problem with homophobia in the firm?” asked Ben.
“No, no I don’t think so,” said Jack. “But we can always improve so it never becomes a problem.”
“Yes, of course,” I said.
“And you boys are fit, masculine guys, you’re good role models for others,” said Jack. “To tell you the truth, I’d never have picked you as… um… sausage hiders.”
“Maybe, you could just call us gay,” I said.
“Yes, yes, of course,” said Jack. “Must keep up to date, as they say. Nancie’s and sissies are truly not PC, I’m guessing.”
“Almost as unPC as hide the sausage,” I said. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Yes, of course,” said Jack. “It’s a new world, we must keep up with it.”
“Yes,” said Ben. “As important as keeping up with the changes in the law.”
“Indubitably,” said Jack Albert.
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