The New Guy

“Well yeah . . but not really a date though, just . . company and as you said, to talk . . privately?” I said, not quite sure what was going down.
“Well I’d like to.” He answered. “Get something to eat . . with you.”

To say that I was a little surprised at his answer is putting it mildly. I stood there in front of him, unsure of what my next move should be. He smiled, his dimples flashed sexily and he picked up his jacket.
“Come on then.” He said. “Let’s go.”
I followed him out of the bar and then out of the building. He stopped on the sidewalk and waited for me to catch up.

“Well?” He said. “Where were you planning to go?”
I shrugged, again unsure of what to do next. To be perfectly frank, I had not thought this far ahead, I had expected him to turn me down.
“I don’t really know.” I said. “Um . . why don’t you choose.”

“Can’t!” He said shortly. “I don’t know this place very well. I haven’t been here that long, remember.”
“Oh right!” I said. “Okay. Let’s go around the corner. There’s a good Italian place there. They do a great cannelloni.”
We walked around the corner side by side in silence. Then he laughed softly.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.
He stopped walking and faced me.
“I’m just a little surprised.” He began. “I mean, you were the one who didn’t want to ‘socialize’ with me; the ‘straight’ guy.”

I flushed slightly at this, remembering the conversation I’d had with him last week.
“Look, I’m sorry about that.” I said. “I was angry and I may have over-reacted a little.”
He grinned and his dimples called to me seductively.

“That’s okay.” He said. “Water under the bridge but as I said, I am just a little surprised, that’s all.”
We continued on down the street and arrived at Luigi’s.

After we had been settled at a table and had placed our order, we sat in silence for a few moments. Then he leaned forward and put his elbow on the table and propped his chin in his hand.
“Just as a matter of interest and further to our conversation just now.” He began. “Why did you ask me?”
I hesitated, a little embarrassed at the true reason for inviting him out. I couldn’t very well tell him that Lisa had dared me.

“No reason.” I went with. “I don’t like to eat alone and besides, you’re the one who wants to talk privately.” He smiled.
“Forget about that for the moment. Tell me, is there some sort of bet on at the office as to who gets to go out with me first?” He asked. I was just a little put off by his conceit but then realized that it was probably unfounded.

“I mean, both Lisa and Jane have tried to get dates out of me but I’ve ignored their broad hints.” He said matter of factly. “Even the guys have asked me out for drinks on the odd occasion and I’ve turned them down. And now you’ve asked me to dinner . . !” He stopped and leaned back in his chair, his eyes on mine. “So Sebastian, is there some sort of bet on?”
“Not that I know of.” I said.

“Well if there is,” he said and grinned, “you’ve won hands down.”

This confused me somewhat. Of all the staff, I would have thought that I’d be the last person he would want to go out with. I can understand him not really wanting to go out with Malcolm or Rory, but I was sure that he’d at least date one of the girls. Well, Jane anyway. But here he was, with me. Just then our order arrived and we started to eat. He carefully poured out some wine for us and then lifted his glass.

“Good luck.” He said with a broad smile. “May all your endeavors be what you want them to be and may life keep surprising you.”
I lifted my glass quickly and wished him the same.

*** “I’ll Walk You Home!”

We stood on the sidewalk outside Luigi’s an hour and a half later. Dinner had been pleasant, the conversation mainly about work and our colleagues.
Julian glanced up and down the street and then faced me.

“Well.” He said. “Thanks for inviting me.”
“You’re welcome.” I replied. I half wondered why he hadn’t even tried to have his private chat with me during dinner.
“Where do you live?” He asked.
“Four blocks east.” I replied shortly.

He looked around again and then pointed east.
“That way?”
I nodded.
“I think that’s the same direction as me.” He said. “Only I’m just three blocks away.”

We started walking east.
“So what’s so important that you want to talk to me about? Privately, I mean.” I ventured.
“It can wait.” He said shortly and we walked on in silence.

When we had walked three blocks, he stopped outside a high rise apartment building.
“This is me.” He said. I looked up at the building. Modern and expensive, just the sort of place he would live in.
“Well.” I said awkwardly. “Thanks for the company.”

I turned to leave but he stopped me with a hand on my arm. I froze. Even through my shirt sleeve, his touch was electric.
“Hang on, Sebastian.” He started. “There is something I’d like to say.”

I turned to face him again and waited. He dropped his hand and shoved it into his pocket.
“I just want to say that often things are not what they seem.” He said cryptically.
“What do you mean?” I asked with a frown.
“Just that you should never make on the spot assumptions about what you can see in front of you.” He said. “Sometimes there are . . underlying things . . hidden things!”

I frowned. What the hell was he getting at?
“Um . . you’re not making much sense.” I said carefully. He looked away and sighed.
“Look.” I said. “It’s late. Can we discuss this another time?”
“Sure.” He said.

“Okay, goodnight then.”
“Wait.” He said. “I’ll walk you home.”
“You don’t have to, really.” I said. “I’m a big boy and I’m sure I won’t get lost.”
“I insist.” He said with a finality that begged me not to argue.

“Okay.” I said and pointed down the street. “It’s only a block away.”
Within minutes, we were in front of my brownstone apartment building. Julian looked up at it and smiled.
“Nice.” He said. “I tried to get an apartment in one of these buildings but couldn’t so I had to settle for that concrete and glass monstrosity.”

Okay, so I was wrong about him choosing to live in a high-rise.
“I guess I was just lucky.” I said.
“Are the apartments big, you know, roomy?” He asked.
“Very.” I said. He stared at the building for a few moments and then turned to me.

“Would it be rude of me to ask to see inside your place?” He asked softly.
I stared at him. This was going a little too far. My apartment was my one and only place of sanctuary and I really did not want him of all people invading it.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” I said. “It’s getting late and . . ”
“It’s private!” He cut me off with a grin. “It’s okay, I understand.”

Now, for some odd reason, I felt bad. He had made a simple, normal, everyday request and I was being a little rude. I gave in to him.
“Okay.” I said. “Why not. But just a quick look around.”
“Great.” He breathed.

I led him into the building and then into my spacious apartment where he wandered from room to room oohing and aahing at the size of it. Finally, I’d had enough. Going to dinner with a straight guy was really about as far as I was prepared to go. This invasion of my space I couldn’t tolerate for another moment longer.
“I think you should go now.” I said. He stopped moving around and faced me.
“Isn’t it customary to offer your date a drink or coffee or something?” He asked. I bristled because now he was pushing it.

“Not always and definitely not this time.” I said and went to the door and pulled it open. “And we weren’t on a date!”
He moved to the door and stopped just inside and faced me.
“Right.” He said. “One last thing. You assume far too much, Sebastian.”
“And you Julian, expect far too much.” I replied quickly.

“Well I did expect you to be a little more friendly; a little more civil.” He said darkly.
“I think I’ve outdone civil tonight.” I said. “And as I said, I have plenty of friends so please leave now. I’m not particularly fond of straights, so call me a bigot!”
His face clouded over with anger.

“You know what Sebastian.” He said angrily. “I know a lot of gay men and you’re the first one that I’ve ever met who is not only prejudiced but downright rude.”
“That’s me all over.” I said facetiously. “Full of charm and understanding!”
He grabbed the door out of my grasp and slammed it shut.

“You are making things far more complicated than they should be.” He said grimly.
“Like how?” I asked, my temper rising. “It seems very simple to me. I like dick, you don’t period!”
“You know what Sebastian?” He bristled. “It seems to me that you have been blinded by your prejudice.”

“What are you talking about?” I said, hating him more than anything right then. “I’m perfectly capable of seeing exactly who and what people are.”

“Really?” He said and then before I could think, he stepped closer to me and kissed me hard and full on the mouth. His arms wrapped themselves around me and suddenly I could feel his hot, hard body pressed against mine. His tongue pushed its way past my lips and explored my mouth wetly. I immediately became highly turned on despite my anger and my dick suddenly jumped and swelled in my shorts. I moaned softly at the intensity of it and without any thought at all, my hands went into his hair and held his face against mine. He released me and I slumped back against the wall, breathless. He stepped back and smiled slowly.

“You never even bothered to ask me, did you! You just assumed it.” He said.
I stared at him stunned and utterly speechless.

“Unlike you, I like to keep a low profile.” He continued. “I didn’t think that it was necessary for me to arrive at the office singing something from Funny Girl! Some guys are just not as out as you are. I like you a lot, I really do . . !”
“What the hell are you doing?” I finally managed to gasp, cutting him off. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I like you a lot. I’m saying that I think we could get on well together . . ” He paused and his red-brown eyes held mine. “We could be really great together . . and I’m hoping that you won’t make me regret that, for some ungodly reason, I want to kiss you again.”

*** Don’t Judge a Book . .

I stared at him, my breathing fast and my mouth working at trying to say something. He took advantage of my inability to move or speak. He pulled me to him again quickly and his lips settled on mine. This time, his kiss was tender and gentle and my arousal stepped up a few more notches. Then he released me and stepped back.

“Now do you honestly think that I would have done that if I was . . one of them?” He grinned.
I shook my head slowly, still trying to recover from the shock of one: the fact that he was batting for the same team as me and two: my incredibly fast sexual response to him.
“Why . . why . !” Was all I was able to manage.

“Why did I do that?” He said for me. “Well, a couple of reasons. First; how else am I to prove that I’m not what you think I am and second; I’ve been wanting to do it since I met you.”
I gathered my shattered wits and stood up.
“You’ve been wanting to . . ?” I began.

“Yeah.” He said. “Since I first saw you across the office on my first day there. And since I shook your hand? Well it was . . electric!”
“Why didn’t you say something, give me some sort of indication . .” I said.
He laughed and turned away, his hands in his pockets.

“I guess maybe because I wanted to see how long it would take for you to cotton on to me. I did sort of drop a couple of subtle hints but you never noticed.” He said. “Besides, it all became pointless since you’d made up your mind to hate me.”
I kept silent because he was right. I’d resolved to dislike him and that resolve had blinded me. Now in retrospect, I could see the little signs that he had given off. He turned back to me and came closer.
“So.” He whispered. “What now?”

I thought about this for a moment and then came to a decision.

“Well.” I began. “Why don’t you kiss me again and I’ll let you know. The first couple of times, I was so stunned that I really didn’t have the wits to think about it.” I smiled.
Just then the telephone rang. I knew immediately that it was Lisa. She would be impatient to hear whether Julian had gone out with me or not and if he had, how the evening had gone. I mentally cursed her because she had such terrible timing. I excused myself from Julian and made a dash for the phone before the machine could pick it up. Lisa was utterly tactless and she would probably blurb something awful into it.

“Hi Lisie.” I said into the receiver.
“How did you know it was me?” Her voice came over surprised.
“At this time? Who else would it be?” I replied.
“Oh right. So tell me, what happened? Did you go out with him?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I said in a non-committal voice, aware that Julian was listening.
“So what happened already? Tell me.”

“Lisa, can we talk in the morning?” I said and glanced at Julian, who was looking at a painting hanging on my wall. “I’m tired and I want to go to bed.”
Julian swung around and faced me. Then he smiled slowly and winked. I knew immediately that he had no intention of letting me go to bed alone and I instantly became highly aroused again. My cock throbbed and pulsed painfully in my shorts.

“He’s there, isn’t he?” She said.
“Not at all.” I said. “I’m just very tired, okay? It’s been a long week.”
“Okay! We’ll talk in the morning.” She hung up. I slowly replaced the receiver. Julian ambled up to me and grinned.
“So there is some sort of bet going, isn’t there.” He said. I shook my head.

“No.” I said and paused. Then I thought, what the hell, he’d probably find out anyway. “She dared me. To ask you out, she dared me and she knows damn well that I can’t resist a dare.” He nodded. “She called to find out how it went.”
“Right.” He said. “So if I dare you, you know, to do something, something in particular, you would do it?”
I slowly nodded, knowing exactly what his dare was likely to be.

“I see.” He said with another broad grin. He turned and walked to the couch and sat down, his arms stretched out along the back, his knees apart. I couldn’t help but see that his crotch was bulging and the sight of it heightened my arousal. He patted the seat beside him and I slowly crossed to him and sat on the edge of the couch gingerly.
“Now where were we.” He began. “Oh yes, I was about to kiss you again, right?” Again, I nodded.

He leaned towards me and kissed me gently. This time it was far more sensual, his tongue did incredible things to mine and in my highly aroused state, I nearly came in my pants.
He released me and I flopped back into the couch and gasped.
“Oh God.” I breathed. “You’re good!”

“I haven’t even started.” He replied with a small laugh. He sat back into the couch and turned his head to face me. His eyes travelled down my body slowly, lingered on my swollen groin and then they moved back up to my face.
“Now for the dare.” He whispered. “I dare you . . ” He began and then stopped.
I waited with bated breath but he just stared at me with a small smile on his lips.
“To what?” I asked softly. He shrugged.

“Your choice, I dare you!” He whispered and paused meaningfully. “I dare you, period. You fill in the rest.”
His eyes spoke volumes and the heat of my arousal stepped up a few more degrees. I studied his face for a moment and then let my eyes roam over his body. His crotch was bulging more than ever, his jeans stretched tightly over his groin. My breath caught in my throat at the size of it.

“Okay.” I whispered and stood up. “Be it on your head!”
I took his hand and pulled him to his feet and led him upstairs. In my bedroom, I turned to face him and released his hand.
“How am I doing?” I asked.

“Pretty good so far.” He replied softly. “Keep going.”
I stepped back and slowly took off my shirt while he watched, a small smile on his lips.

“Getting better!” He whispered. I kicked off my shoes, undid my pants, dropped them and stepped out of them. His eyes focused on my bulging shorts and he smiled again. I knew without looking, that there was a wet stain spreading quickly across the fabric but I didn’t care.
“Now we’re getting there.” He said huskily, his eyes roaming up and down my body.

I moved close to him and slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. He shrugged out of it and it dropped to the floor behind him. I reached down and undid his belt buckle and then his jeans. My knuckles brushed the fur on his belly and I shuddered with excitement. I pushed his jeans down his thighs and he quickly kicked them off along with his shoes.
“Now you’re right on target.” He whispered. I nodded slowly and stepped back to study him.

He was stunning. His chest was broad with a fine covering of dark blond hair. A broad path of fur ran over his belly and disappeared under the elastic of his shorts. The bulge in them was very prominent now and his slick wetness was soaking through the fabric. I couldn’t wait to see what was hiding in there. His legs were long and lean and wonderfully hairy. I adore hirsute men so this was a big bonus for me.

His eyes travelled up and down my body and I was glad that I had a good physic. I worked out regularly so I knew that my body was tight and well toned. His eyes lingered on my chest, taking in the light spread of dark brown chest hair.
“Nice.” He whispered huskily. “Really nice.” I couldn’t help but notice that the swelling in his shorts jerked and pulsed rhythmically.
“Come here.” He said softly and pointed at the floor directly in front of him.

I slowly moved closer to him, my eyes on his, until I stood inches from him. So close that our swollen crotches were almost touching.

“I dare you to kiss me.” He whispered. I reached up, pushed my hands into his hair, gripped his head and kissed him. I let my tongue probe at his lips, which he opened quickly. His tongue met mine and twisted around it sensually. His hands went around me and slid down my back and under the elastic waistband of my shorts. I felt his warm palms slide over my butt cheeks and grip them. He pulled my pelvis hard against his and our very swollen groins collided with each-other. The heat of him was electrifying and I could feel his solid cock throbbing against mine with only two thin layers of cotton separating them. I gasped under his kiss and then moaned softly with the intensity of my desire.

Then he slowly pulled his lips away from mine, held me against him and sighed. I nuzzled the side of his neck with my lips and nose and drew the pure male, animal scent of him into my lungs. He slowly massaged my butt cheeks and gently nipped at the skin across my shoulder with his teeth.

“I don’t want this to end.” He whispered. “I don’t want to let you go.”
“I don’t want you to.” I said softly.
“My how quickly the worm can turn.” He said with a laugh. I pulled away a little and looked into his face, my eyebrows raised questioningly.

“Not ten minutes ago, you wanted to throw me out.” He said and grinned. “And now I have my hands inside your shorts and on your bare butt.”
“Ten minutes ago you were one of them!” I said. “Trust me, if I thought you still were, your hands would be nowhere near me, let alone my butt!”
“Why do you hate straights so much?” He asked.

“It’s not that I hate them.” I said. “Hate is too strong a word. I find that the best line of defense is to keep myself distanced from them so I make myself . . dislike them.”
“Line of defense?”
“Yeah.” I continued. “My biggest fear is that I’ll fall in love with a straight man.”
“I see.” He said. “So you ‘disliked’ me because you didn’t want that to happen, right?”
“Right!” I replied.

“So by inference,” he said carefully, “you could fall in love with me?”
I kept silent and thought about this for a moment. I could so easily fall in love with this man. What I was feeling, what he was making me feel was something I’d never felt before. There was desire there, yes; and maybe a great deal of lust, but underlying that there was another feeling entirely. It was quite new to me and I wasn’t sure what it was so I decided to ignore it for the moment. I shelved it at the back of my mind for later examination.

“Yes.” I said softly, my eyes on his. “Yes, I think I could fall in love with you pretty easily.” He sighed and smiled.
“Good.” He whispered. “I’m glad.”

Then he bent his head and kissed me again. This time his kiss was demanding, hungry and demonstrated his intense desire for me. It thrilled me to the depths of my soul.
He withdrew and looked deep into my eyes.