Bared Desires

by Mason Lee

  Chapter 7

  Brent was at least fifteen minutes early but he'd been driving around for the last ten and he couldn't stand it anymore. At least if he was inside, he could sit and have a drink while he listened to his heart thud in his chest. He was a mess but he had to admit that he was thrilled at the prospect of spending time alone with Riley, regardless of what happened.

  He took a seat at the bar and kept putting his hand out at the two bartenders who scurried back and forth, neither of them paying any attention to him. Brent smiled; he was an old man in this place. Looking around, the patrons were barely legal, for the most part and looked more hip than he had ever been. In his gray suit and maroon tie, short hair combed back and especially his wedding ring, he definitely wasn't of interest to anyone, least of all the bartenders.

  Finally, the young man behind the bar approached him and said, “Let me see…you've got black hair and you're the only guy dressed like that and I guess you are kind of hot,” he sneered with one hand on his hip, “I mean, for someone your age, so you must be Brent?”

  Brent wasn't sure if it was a compliment or an insult, but answered, “I am.”

  “Riley is waiting for you, back in the private area. See those curtains?” the boy pointed and walked away. Brent was too old to speak to further and when he got up and started to make his way to the back, it hit him. Did Riley describe him as hot or was that the young man's assessment. He hoped it was Riley and by the time he had drawn the curtain back and walked to the quiet corner, his erection had decided that it must be his boss.

  “Hey, there you are. Sit down. I've been here for a while,” Riley smiled and gestured to the seat beside him rather than across from him. “I had to get the hell out of the office. I'm going a little crazy there the last couple of days.

  There was only candlelight and Riley's handsome face was half in shadow and when Brent sat down, he took in the man's scent.

  “It has been crazy,” he agreed with Riley but he was busy taking in the sight and the smell of him.

  Riley was returning the gaze and his strong hand moved over Brent's, lightly brushing it as he asked, “You didn't get a drink yet? What would you like?”

  Brent was parched but he thought it was his nerves more than his thirst, so he answered, “I'm not much of a drinker. Whatever you're having, I guess.”

  Riley snickered, “Oh, a cheap date, huh?” He raised a finger and the waitress ran to take his order. He pointed at his half empty glass and told her, “I'll have a refill and my friend will have the same.”

  When they were alone once more, Brent could feel the heat on his face. Riley was not only lightly holding his hand, but he was ordering for him. It was a date and Brent was the girl in the equation. He would have to adjust his throbbing dick in a minute. The girl put the drinks down in front of them with a smile, asking, “Do you need anything else, Mr. O'Neil?” Women everywhere tripped over themselves for the man and Brent wondered how many hearts he had broken.

  Riley's fingers curled around Brent's as he asked, “Are you good for now?” Brent nodded and Riley sent her away. “We'll eat later, I'm sure.” It seemed as if Riley suddenly noticed their hands entwined and he asked Brent, “Does that bother you?”

  Brent loved it and he didn't want it to stop, unless his hand would wander to other, even more sensitive places on his body. “No, it's fine,” he swallowed hard. Fine wasn't the word, exactly, but it was all he could say.

  “Interesting, because you know, most straight men are very uncomfortable with a man touching them…”

  Brent knew this first hand. When Doug had touched him, he felt as if he might jump out of his skin. The want began to boil over and the shame he felt because of that want was almost unbearable.

  “But you don't seem to mind, even though I'm gay,” Riley's voice was in his ear. He had turned toward him and the stranger in the sauna came rushing back. It was dark enough. They were the only two people in the back room. Who would know if they began to pleasure each other?

  It was an opportunity. He could pretend that he didn't want it, didn't need it, but Brent was far beyond that now.

  “I don't mind you touching me,” he emphasized the you and when he relaxed into the seat, he could feel their thighs touching once more, the heat building between them.

  Riley moved his hand away and picked up the drink, saying, “It's funny, a lot of gay men have the fantasy of seducing the straight man. You know, the man who says he's straight anyway but once the gay man goes down on him, he's as queer as they come.”

  Riley laughed and shook his head. Brent felt as if he were on fire, thinking about Riley going down on him was an image that he wouldn't rid himself of easily.

  “The problem is that in real life, that never works out,” Riley sighed, “the straight guy loves the sex with another man but he's in the closet and probably married and just goes back to his old life once his dick has been taken care of.”

  Brent's dick was pounding to be taken care of; he'd have to button his jacket when he stood up because the front of his pants carried the evidence of his desire.

  “It sounds like you have had that experience?” Brent asked. Had someone broken Riley's heart instead of the other way around?

  Riley was almost done with his new drink. He cleared his throat and leaned back in his seat. His hand dropped down to Brent's thigh and he continued, “Yes, unfortunately. I met a man a few years ago, a little older than me. So fucking handsome, just unbelievably hot,” he paused for a minute, reminiscing about the stud. “He was married but he said that he had always thought he was bisexual.”

  Riley moved his hand up and down Brent’s inner thigh now and Brent was just minutes away from drawing his hand up to his crotch and showing him what he was doing to his body.

  “So you had an affair?” Brent asked. He was almost as interested in the story as he was Riley's touch.

  “Yeah, it was crazy. We went to a hotel and didn't come out for three days,” he said, laughing. Brent's pulse pounded in his throat. He could feel it strumming. Riley continued, “And the man was no bisexual, let me tell you. He was about as gay as you could get.”

  Was it because the man offered himself up to Riley the way Brent wanted to?

  He had to ask. “How did you know?” Brent's voice was hoarse.

  Riley cocked his head as he looked at Brent, saying, “This is just about the most unprofessional conversation that I could have with an employee, isn't it? What am I doing?” he asked as his hand drew further up Brent's leg. “I definitely shouldn't be telling you, of all people…” Brent held his breath as Riley continued to explore him. His green eyes drew Brent in as they always did, but this time there was something else there, a longing that matched Brent's and Brent knew that he would never stop Riley's hand or anything else the man wanted from him.

  “Why me, of all people?” Brent could only whisper. Another inch or two and Riley would cup his testicles and if he touched his cock, even through his pants, Brent would cum and cry for more.

  Riley stopped. It was almost as if he were fighting it back himself, forcing himself to stop touching Brent just when Brent had given in completely.

  “I'm sure that you can tell I'm attracted to you,” Riley said and put both hands on the table and shook his head. “I always pick the wrong men, sorry.” The moment had passed and Brent was desperate to keep it. “Let's get some work done,” Riley said. He had missed his chance and Brent swore to himself that he wouldn't let another one go by.

  Riley reached for his briefcase and took out a stack of folders. One by one, they began discussing the other employees in the department and Brent remembered that Riley wasn't just handsome; he was smart and had a strategic mind.

  “So what we really need is someone who can take over the website in that position, not just a tech person, am I right?” he asked the right questions and Brent hadn't realized how quickly the time had gone until Riley looked at his watch. “Jesus, Brent, we've been here for three hours
,” Riley flashed a wicked smile, “I'm keeping you away from your wife and kids.”

  There was nowhere else he'd rather be, though, and Brent said, “No, it's fine. I told you that I'd help.”

  “Well, let me feed you at least,” Riley said with a smile. Brent was starving but he hadn't even thought of food; he was too enchanted.

  As they ate, the conversation turned back to relationships.

  “How long have you and your wife been together?” Riley asked.

  “We started dating my last year of college and we got married just after I graduated.” Suzanne seemed to be part of another life that had nothing to do with sitting here next to his boss.

  Riley was done eating and pushed his plate away, saying, “But you're happy?”

  Was he testing it? Did Riley want to know because he was just being polite or was this something else entirely?

  Brent thought as he chewed, swallowed and then shrugged. “I guess we're as happy as you can expect.”

  Riley chuckled, and said, “That doesn't sound good, sorry, but it actually sounds kind of awful.” He rested his hand on Brent's thigh again and Brent's cock lurched once more. “Are you in love with her?” Riley asked and Brent knew that it was another one of those moments that he could not let go.

  He was going to tell the truth, for once. “I love her, but I'm not in love with her,” he said. He looked at his boss and wondered if the man could see it on his face. “If that makes any sense. I think I was only really in love once before…” Was he going to confess his feelings for Doug? It made every nerve in his body pulse to say it. “But that didn't work out so well.”

  Riley's fingers were massaging him, moving up. Now if he just moved his hand to the left, he'd be at his crotch. “Who broke your heart, Brent?”

  Brent closed his eyes and finally admitted out loud, “My college roommate. His name was Doug.”

  Riley's breath was on his neck and his hand finally made the journey to his testicles, brushing his sack with his fingertips through his pants. Brent's erection pushed a constant stream of precum into his underwear.

  “Why did he break your heart? What did he do?” his boss asked as his hand moved up to the base of Brent's shaft.

  The sound that came from him was one of sheer lust and there was no stopping it. Brent would have been terribly ashamed if he weren't so painfully aroused.

  “I wanted a relationship, I guess…” This was even harder to say to Riley than it had been to type. “He just thought of me as fun stress-relief.”

  Riley felt the outline of his shaft through his pants and touched him slowly, working his way to the wet head of his cock.

  “So Doug just fucked you and then left you? Is that it?” Brent turned to look him in the eye as his boss fondled him, knowing that he couldn't stop himself from moving his hips as Riley touched him for the first time.

  Brent shook his head, saying, “No, we never fucked…” He was still a virgin in so many ways and he wondered if Riley would leave him that way by the end of the evening.

  “He never fucked you? What did he do with you, Brent?” Riley's fingers traveled to his zipper and Brent knew that he would reach inside in a minute and know exactly how turned on he was.

  Brent moaned as his boss unzipped him, his dick bobbing up and down in his underwear. “We just touched each other…” Riley's fingers were warm as he rubbed them up and down on his cock. “You know, masturbated each other.” His confession was done; he didn't even care what Riley knew now as long as he didn't stop.

  Riley's mouth was almost touching his as he said, “So you're still a virgin, Brent, is that it?”

  Brent shook his head yes, hoping that Riley would see to it to change that.

  “You've never kissed a man?” he asked.

  Just you, Brent though, again and again in his dreams. Brent felt his mouth open as he shook his head no. His whole body was trembling with want and desire.

  It began softly. Riley's lips were firm and hot and only brushed his, tiny, tender closed-mouth kisses and when Brent felt the wet tip of his tongue flicker along his upper lip, he cried out and opened his mouth for Riley. The man grasped his cock firmly, but still over the underwear. All Brent wanted was the naked feeling of skin on skin but knew that his orgasm was imminent regardless. Brent's tongue responded to Riley's and the tips collided and they began to lap at each other, long, slow licks and wet embraces. Brent's hands moved up to Riley's hair and he pulled the man closer as he began to shudder, breathing Riley's breath, tasting his mouth, his cock completely controlled by his boss.

  Riley pulled away, saying, “You're so hard, Brent. Are you going to cum in my hand, baby?” Brent bucked under Riley's touch. He was moving faster and it was so intimate.

  Brent needed the kiss now as much as he needed Riley's caress. “Yes,” he groaned and pulled Riley back, his tongue lapping at Riley's, sucking on the tip the way he had imagined sucking on the rest of his body. That thought, the thought of reciprocating, giving himself up to the more than capable hands of his boss, was the thing that sent him over the edge. He cried into Riley's open mouth, “Yes, I'm cumming for you. Oh, God, Riley, I always cum for you.”

  Riley held on to him as Brent spurt and rocked his body back and forth, the pleasure shooting through him, his ass squeezing and releasing, the nerves around his anus throbbing incessantly. His body knew what he had wanted all along. No matter how he had denied himself, it always came back to this. Riley looked quite pleased and he hadn't missed a word of what Brent had said.

  “What do you mean you always cum for me, baby?” He held him close now, not waiting for him to answer before kissing him tenderly again and again.

  Brent would never have thought he'd have the nerve to tell him, but it was too late to go back now.

  “Ever since we met, I've wanted to be with you,” he moaned. His new revelation was something he hadn't said out loud. “I want to feel you inside me.”

  Riley touched his face and smiled, saying, “It's definitely mutual. I picked you out of the crowd before I even knew who you were. Oh, Brent,” he sighed and sat back in his seat, running his fingers through his hair, “what am I doing? I just told you how it never works out with married guys.” He shook his head, “I don't want to fuck things up at work.”

  Screw the job, Brent thought immediately but now that he'd had his orgasm, his common sense came flooding back. He had responsibilities, regardless of what he wanted. He had bills to pay and promises to keep.

  “I don't either,” he whispered. In a perfect world they could have both but Brent knew it was risky.

  Riley had made a decision.

  “I better go, before I do something that I regret, no matter how much I want to.” He quickly asked for the check and when Brent began to take out his wallet, Riley shook his head, saying, “Absolutely not.” He was taking Brent out; Brent was reminded again of his female role in this. Once they were outside, the chilly air hit him and the last few hours began to sink in. Riley walked him to his car, saying, “Thank you for tonight.”

  What do we do? Shake hands? Doug would occasionally high five him and it had cut Brent to the quick.

  Brent didn't ask, he simply darted forward and kissed Riley deeply. His mouth open, his body almost limp, his tongue tracing a soft circle around Riley's. The man sighed and pushed himself into Brent. He felt Riley's cock against his pelvis for the first time and the heat that came from him and the thickness of him were memories that he knew that he'd explore later in the den. Riley stopped the kiss and pulled away. His eyes said yes but the rest of him said no.

  “I can't right now, Brent. I have to go,” he said as he made his way quickly into the night, leaving Brent alone with his new erection and his heart swelling.

  He finally said it to himself when he sat alone in the driver's seat.

  “I love you, Riley.”

  There, it really hadn't been that difficult after all.

  Chapter 8

  For the next two days,
Riley was gone more than he was present. His schedule showed back-to-back meetings and the one time that Brent had seen him in the hall, he barely made eye contact and only gave him a wave. Brent couldn't believe how distraught he was. He kept telling himself that it was ridiculous. It was just a hand job, for God's sake. And it wasn't even a real hand job. It was nothing. Riley was a good-looking guy but, besides having a boyfriend, he probably had plenty of action elsewhere and it probably meant nothing to him.

  Brent felt nauseous at the thought. He had been so stupid. He never should have let himself get so carried away. Now his boss knew far too much and it left him in a very vulnerable place. Of course, all of that changed when he was alone in the den at home. In his fantasy world, Riley kissed him the whole time as he took his clothes off. Once he was naked in the man's arms, it was easy to confess his true feelings as he felt the head of Riley's perfect cock approaching his virgin entry.

  On the third day after their date, Brent finally broke down and reached out to Doug for advice. Really, he told himself as he typed, it was Doug's fault for encouraging him. Something about being happy, he snarled to himself. He felt crazy right now, definitely not happy. He reread it before hitting send.

  “I followed your advice. It definitely was a date. My boss was holding my hand and then he started touching my thigh under the table. We kissed and it was amazing. He made me cum just touching and kissing me. But then he stopped and said that he didn't want to do something that he regretted and he hasn't talked to me since. So now what?”

  It sounded almost as impatient as he felt. The suspense was killing him. Even if Riley took him into the office and said it was all a mistake and noting would ever happen again, at least he would know. He'd have to find another job quickly because he knew that he'd never be able to bear looking at the man with the ache in his heart.

  He kept himself busy for the next several hours and it wasn't until he looked up and saw that many of the lights were off around him that Brent realized how late it was. It was almost seven o'clock and normally he'd be at home with his family. There was still no sign of Riley. He stood up and checked the office, letting out a long sigh as he began to pack up for the night.