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    dots Submission Name: Office Romance Part 1dots

    Author: Dyke
    Elite Ratio:    1.62 - 0/0/1
    Words: 2125
    Class/Type: Story/Misc
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       Feh. It's yaoi... Doesn't need a discription. You sick fucks are gonna read it anyway xD

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    dotsOffice Romance Part 1dots

    Office Romance
    Yaoi story part one

    I was once extremely ignorant. I was one of those men who had never once thought about being a part of a homosexual relationship. I hadn’t even questioned whether anyone I knew was gay. I soon changed my ways, but it wasn’t necessarily by choice.
    My name is Craig and I am the Vice President of ReignCorp, a company that develops website software. I have never been married, and I have no known children. I have been in love with a few women, but I was never able to find someone to live my life with. I focused on my work, and making my way to the top, which I’ve done. I’m a respectable man, if I do say so myself, but I’ve yet to set out and achieve what every man wants.
    As of late, I’ve found myself frequenting various bars in this city, trying to find a young woman who is willing to spend her life with a workaholic like me. But, today, as usual, my search is in vain. So, tonight I’ve given up my resolve and decided to get wasted. I’m not sure what happened after my third drink. I think I may have passed out. I’m not too sure. Maybe I went to another bar, but right now I can’t remember.
    What is this? Such a sharp pain. I have to open my eyes. And open my eyes I did. Above me hung a silver dog-tag, belonging to a well-built male that was also looming above me. I saw him shift and the sharp pain came again. What was that? My eyes moved to where I could feel the pain, and I realized that this larger male, was inside me. And I mean inside me. I was going to yell at him; demand he pull himself out; protest firmly against this kind of activity, but he didn’t give me the chance. The pain was back again as he moved. It felt like I was splitting in half. Every movement, every thrust. For the first time in years, I felt my eyes tearing up. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and to my surprise, I was actually erect! A low chuckle escaped the male’s mouth.
    “You know,” he began. “For an older guy… You sure have a damn big sex drive.”
    There was no way to reply. He had forced all the air from my lungs and it was becoming harder and harder to breathe. He was going to kill me, like this? I couldn’t die like this. I think I may have passed out, because the next time I opened my eyes, there was nothing but my waist aching, my eyes itching from crying and the unfamiliar ceiling above me. The disturbing events from earlier came flooding back and my stomach began to churn. I felt nothing but disgust as I groaned and tried to sit up.
    “You shouldn’t move,” came the now familiar voice of the younger man. His voice was a little husky, so I’m guessing he must have said quite a few things during our… activity. “We went for a few rounds, plus it was your first time; it must’ve been uncomfortable.”
    Uncomfortable? I felt like from my waist and down had fallen off. The younger male was now dressed in grey sweat pants and a white singlet. It was a good opportunity. He stepped toward the bed and placed a tall glass filled with—what I assumed was—water. Strength or no strength, I reached up and grabbed his singlet, pulling his face closer.
    “What the fuck is wrong with you?” a deep threatening voice escaping my lips. “You just pick up random guys from bars and screw them while they’re out cold?”
    The boy looked almost surprised. “First of all, you were conscious the whole time; the alcohol probably just wore off. And secondly, you came on to me. That’s what happens when you go to a gay bar.” Gay bar? What was he talking about? I’ve never been to a gay bar. “You’re lying,” I said.
    The male sighed and picked up an iPhone, which I assumed, was his own and tapped at it for a moment. The next thing I knew the phone was being held in front of my face with a video of a drunken man who looked just like me on it. He was being frivolous and flirtatious toward the holder of the phone. How mortifying. I felt my cheeks turn bright red as the video ended and I shuffled to burry myself under the blankets. How could I face this boy now? I felt the weight of his body as he sat on the bed next to me, but I didn’t look back at him.
    “It’s okay,” he said. “You said you were sick of trying to find a woman and decided to just sleep around for a while. I’m Jake, by the way.”
    There was no reason for me to reply to him. This situation was really not one that I wanted to be in, but the boy looked about fifteen, so I needed to say something?
    “How old are you?”
    I sat up. “What’s your age?”
    I guess I couldn’t say anything, but the fact that he was in a bar underage was still inexcusable. He must have noticed that something was wrong through my silence, because he leant down and sort of hugged me awkwardly. His arms protecting me from whatever insecurities that came my way.
    “Don’t worry,” his voice was soft, and unfortunately calming. “You were crying so I couldn’t just leave you. You said it yourself; you want to try it with guys. I won’t apologize for this, but I won’t tell anyone. For your sake.”
    How was that any form of compensation. Of course I didn’t want anyone to know, but how was that any conciliation to what had happened? I sat up to look at him, and sighed. I knew there was really nothing I could say to mend the situation. “I appreciate you not telling anyone,” I said. “If anyone found out, it’d be really bad.”
    “Don’t worry,” he repeated, after he left a small peck on my cheek and smiled. “I’m a man of my word.” His smile was somehow innocent, and tantalizing. It made me want to ruin it. “Kid.”
    He just grinned and stood up, handing me the glass of water. I didn’t hesitate to drink it, since my throat felt like the Sahara Desert. “Hey,” I finally said. “Can I use the shower?” He was a little surprised when I asked him, but I think my nervousness was amusing him. “Sure, come on,” he said, grabbing my arm and trying to pull me out of the bed. “Oi! Oi! I can go myself. Just give me back my clothes!” He wouldn’t listen. This younger man was a lot stronger than me. I knew I was a little short for a guy, but this kid was monstrous in terms of strength. I was tossed over his shoulder and carried across the room. The bathroom, as seen when we entered was clean and white. It was almost blinding. Jake started the water and practically ripped his own clothes off. “I can bathe on my own, you know?” I was becoming a little frustrated.
    “Nope,” he refused again. “What will I do if you pass out again?”
    He did have a point, but like hell I was gonna admit that.
    The rest of, well what was left of, the night was a blur. Jake escorted me home and waited until I was ready to leave for work before he left again. It wasn’t long until, while traveling to work, that I found his business card in my over-coat pocket.
    Jake Huston
    Cain Star Industries
    65 XXX XXX
    Why would he give me his business card? I didn’t realize why until I turned it over. He had written his mobile number down on the back. As if I would call him. Walking along the side-walk, I came across a bin, and I would have thrown it out, but something refused to click, and I ended up walking away. Why? I never want to see him again, but I just couldn’t cut myself off from him. Come one! It’s not like I was a virgin! Today, I could tell, was going to be a bad day.
    Being in the office was nothing but a distraction. All I could think about was what he had done and how well he had treated me afterward. He was way too kind for his own good.
    “Mr Tanning?”
    The familiar voice of our trainee snapped me back to reality. “Sorry, Hayden, I’m a bit distracted today.” I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake myself from the disoriented memory. “That’s alright, sir,” I couldn’t understand Hayden’s change in attitude today. Usually he was full of blasphemy and attitude. Why the sudden change of heart? “You know, Mr Tanning,” he began, and for some reason, he came to my side of the desk and leant in toward my ear. “Today, you’re really sexy.”
    What? My face lit up as red as a traffic light, and I moved my chair back from him, the wheels catching on a pen that had fallen onto the floor and I was sent flying back as the chair tipped. “Ow.”
    Within seconds, Hayden had crawled on top of me and pinned my arms down. Shit. What the fuck was going on with him? “I can tell that you’re gay, Mr Tanning, and I’ve been waiting for my chance to strike, but I can’t hold back today. There’s just something..” No way. I was not going through all that pain again, but this kid was strong. Strong like Jake was. I continued to push against him, but it seemed that the struggle would be futile. “Hayden,” came my forced voice. “You’re way out of line. Get off me.” “No way.” More struggles and pushing. Nothing seemed to work, and half my strength disappeared when he began to practically chew at my neck. It hurt but somehow felt tingly. I managed to get a hand free, which crawled around, trying to find something to subdue him with, and I eventually settled with the cage-bin that sat next to my desk. I grabbed the top ring and swung it, hitting him in the head and forcing him off my body.
    My first reaction was to back away and pull my suit over my chest protectively. “W-What is wrong with you? Get out!”
    All I got was a sneer and then the boy slunk out of my office. I was a little disoriented and I wasn’t really sure what to do, but for some reason, after a few minutes when I finally found myself, the only thing I could think of doing was calling Jake.
    “Jake,” I almost screamed down the phone. “What did you do to me? My company’s trainee just attacked me!”
    “Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. First of all, who is this?”
    “Yes Craig! What’d you do to me?”
    “What do you mean? All I did was have sex with you.”
    “Don’t say it so simply! Why did he attack me?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe he’s had a crush on you for a while. Ha-ha.”
    “He said something along those lines.”
    “Are you serious?”
    “I’m pretty sure. I was a little preoccupied with trying to get him of me.”
    “Wow. So he really full on attacked you, huh? Well, are you going to fire him?”
    “I have a high position, but not that high. The President is the one who deals with employees.”
    “Oh. I’m going to save your number okay, keep me updated. If something happens let me know and I’ll deal with him.”
    “I’m not weak. I don’t need you to help me.”
    “Well you called me didn’t you? What’d you use to get him off you?”
    “A bin.”
    “ … Keep me posted. Look, we might not be going out, but I was your first guy, which makes me important to you, whether you like it or not. I don’t expect you to date me or continuously fuck me, but I brought you into the light of this world so I sorta feel responsible, you know?”
    “That’s a little... cliché, isn’t it?”
    “Hey! I’m trying to be sincere here!”
    “Ha-ha-ha! … Jake, thank you. Sure, your motives are shit, but at least you care.”
    “Fuck yeah—I care! Be careful, Craig. I’ll call you tonight and check in.”
    “Yeah, I’ll be waiting.”

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