A Clean Start By Robcub32 From Literotica free porn video

I needed a clean start, I decided.

I was still young, only 25 years old. I was working a dead end programming job and my boyfriend of two years had just dumped me. A clean start was exactly what I needed.

It was early January. Chris and I had just got back from seeing my Mom at Christmas and then spending the week up until New Year's on vacation in Orlando. Neither Chris nor I had been to Disney, so that's what we decided to do. I had a blast at Disney and Universal and I thought Chris did, too. I was blissfully happy in my own little world, completely unaware that Chris did not feel the same.

"Pete, we need to talk," he had said.

"It's not you, it's me," he said as he proceeded to tell me that he was bored. He needed excitement. He insisted that there wasn't anyone else, but I knew him well enough to know that he wasn't being totally truthful.

I was devastated. I sobbed. I begged. None of it made a difference. Chris packed up and left. After he left, I had a very tough week.

I had met Chris online and moved to Ann Arbor to be with him. I was extremely shy and quiet, but we hit it off right away. I didn't have any other friends here. Why should I try to meet new people? Chris was the only friend I'd ever need. And now he was gone.

I was very inexperienced as far as dating and sex. I had only been with one person before Chris. It was the summer after my first year in college; I went to a party with my older brother Paul. One of his high school football buddies took me under his wing after Paul ditched me to go off with a girl. After drinking my first ever beer, I was feeling pretty happy. I walked out back with Jack and we headed out into the woods. I followed him like a puppy. When we were out of sight of the house, he stopped and leaned back against a tree.

"Are you a fag?" Jack asked. "Paul thinks you are."

"Uh, n-n-no. I like girls," I lied.

Jack groped his crotch. "So, you don't want this then?"

I couldn't help it. I knew I should run or tell him 'no', but I didn't. I just stared as Jack kneaded the growing bulge in his crotch.

"Yeah," he smirked. "I thought so."

Jack put his meaty hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees. He pulled down his basketball shorts and boxers enough so that his semi-erect dick flopped out in front of my face. The back of his hand pulled me towards it.

"Suck it," he commanded. And I did. It was my first time with another person. I took Jack's fat 6" dick and made him come with my mouth and hand and I swallowed just like he told me to.

I didn't have the courage to do it again until Chris. Chris was my first real date and then my first relationship. I was so attracted to Chris and fell in love with him right away. He was everything I liked in a guy... and everything that I wasn't.

Chris was 3 years older than me. He was over 6' tall, muscular, tan, with black hair and big brown eyes, a smattering of hair on his chest that trailed down to his pubes. Chris had a very manly, masculine face.

I was only 5'6", skinny, with smooth pale skin, red hair and green eyes. I was completely hairless except for the tufts of red hair under my arms and just above my penis. I still had a boyish face. I started wearing contact lenses in college so that I didn't have to deal with glasses. Most people described me as cute, which wasn't something I was crazy about. I wanted to be handsome, not cute.

So I was now alone. My job sucked. When my best friend Trevor called for our weekly phone call, I told him everything that happened. He said since I didn't have any ties in Ann Arbor, why not move? Trevor and Annie were my best friends in college. After graduating, they moved to Atlanta where Trevor got a job. He and Annie got married soon after. They both loved it there. The weather was great, there was lots of stuff to do, lots of jobs, lots of guys. It didn't take much to sell me.

A clean start. I put in my notice and hired a couple of guys to help me load a uhaul truck and within a month, I was moving to Atlanta. Trevor and Annie had a house outside of Atlanta, in Snellville. I put most of my things into a storage facility and moved into a spare room in Trevor and Annie's house.

When I got there, they told me they just found out Annie was pregnant. They told me that I could stay as long as I needed to. The spare room was going to be the nursery, but they'd work something out for me. I knew I had to find a place right away. They were going to be busy with the baby and they didn't need to worry about me.

***

I started to look for an apartment and a job right away. I went on several interviews and was called back for second with a company in Duluth. I was offered the job. The salary was $15,000 more than I made at my last job and the benefits were so much better. I couldn't believe my luck. I had two weeks before I started. I took that time to find an apartment. I found something nice and in my budget in Duluth, not terribly far from work.

My one bedroom apartment was on the terrace level, which was ground level from the back of the building, but one flight down from the front. There was only one other apartment on my level, across the hall from me.

I met my neighbor a couple of days after I moved in. I walked out of my apartment to do some grocery shopping. I opened the door and saw him standing at his door unlocking it. He wearing dark blue hospital scrubs. His dark blue pants were snug and he had a nice muscular bubble butt. His broad back and big arms stretched the fabric of his short sleeved shirt. He had a bald head. He turned around when he heard my door shut.

He froze for a second, staring into my eyes before breaking out in a wide smile.

"Hey, neighbor," he said. He had a deep voice with a southern Georgia accent.

"Hi."

He looked me up and down. "Toby Marks," he said, holding out his hand. I shook it.

"Pete McAlister."

Toby was breathtakingly handsome. He had bright blue eyes and a dark blond moustache and goatee. His head was completely shaved, smooth and shiny. What I could see of his left arm was covered in a tribal tattoo design from his wrist all the way up. I could see the top spires of the tattoo peeking up from his shirt collar onto his neck. He looked to be in his mid to late 20's, around my age. He was tall, at least 6'3" and 240 pounds of muscle. He was unbelievably sexy in his scrubs.

"Good to meet you, Petey," he said. "If there's anything you need, you know where to find me." He clapped my shoulder and walked into his apartment.

I let out a deep breath and continued on my way. There was a huge red Ford pickup truck parked next to my Jeep. It must be Toby's. A big manly truck for a big manly guy. Nice.

***

I started my new job that next Monday. My boss was Andrea Ballard, the director of app development. She set me up with a cubicle and got me the documentation to log into my computer, email, voice mail. She then got me started in an online training course they developed for the web app that I would be working on. I had a meeting at 10:00 to go over business requirements for the upcoming release of the app.

Andrea and I went to the conference room just before 10:00. A big, stocky guy was already sitting in the conference room with a laptop and several stacks of paper. He was definitely what you'd call a bear. He had black hair that was dusted with premature gray. He had a thick but closely shaved beard that was also dusted with gray hairs. When we walked into the room, I could see how handsome he was when he looked up and smiled. He had dark eyes, almost black in color. I noticed he had a gold wedding band on his left ring finger.

His name was Mike Sheppard and he was the director of the business analysts group. I would be working directly with him on this project since all of the business analysts were busy on other projects. Mike took charge immediately and went over the business requirements and changes needed for the upcoming release for next two hours.

Andrea had excused herself after receiving a phone call halfway through the meeting. Mike and I carried on without her. I asked questions when appropriate and took notes. It was hard to concentrate because Mike made me really nervous. When we talked, he stared directly into my eyes and it was very unnerving. He made a point to call me 'Peter' even after I mentioned that he could call me 'Pete'.

When the meeting was over at noon, Mike called Andrea to meet us, but she was needed to oversee a problem with one of the other systems, so Mike took me to lunch to celebrate my first day. We went to a Thai restaurant and we both had pad Thai. I relaxed a little bit around him as we chatted during lunch. He was 32 years old, had a wife and two young k**s, a boy and girl.

On the way back from the restaurant, we climbed into his Cadillac Escalade SUV. He put his right hand on the head rest of my seat as he drove. Twice during the drive, I could have sworn he touched my hair with his fingers.

Once I got back to the office, I opened up the project in Visual Studio and started learning the system and figuring out how it all fit together and what I'd need to do to make the updates we had discussed.

Over the next week, I made good progress and Andrea and Mike both told me more than once that I was doing a great job. When Mike asked me if I'd work on Saturday to help get caught up a little bit, I didn't hesitate. I wanted to impress them. Mike told me to be there at 9:00 on Saturday and to dress casually.

***

I showed up just before 9:00 dressed in jeans and a Polo shirt. I swiped my ID badge to enter the building. I noticed that Mike's office door was closed, so I walked right to my cubicle and got to work. It was very quiet since I was the only one there and it made it really easy to concentrate on what I was doing.

"Peter."

I jumped at his voice. Mike walked into my cube and leaned against the desk. He was wearing a UGA sweatshirt, snug blue jeans and an old pair of work boots.

"Oh, hi, Mike."

Mike leaned over my chair and looked at my screen. He was so close, I could feel the warmth of his body. And God, he smelled good. He patted my back and let his hand linger as he told me he'd let me get back to work. When he left, I reached down to my crotch and adjusted my stiff dick.

Mike returned a few hours later at lunch time. He walked into my cubicle and stood behind me and began massaging my shoulders. I instantly tensed up at his touch, but then it felt so good, I leaned back and closed my eyes.

"Peter, I'm ordering lunch," he said quietly. "Are subs okay?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," I quietly replied, practically moaning from his touch.

He continued massaging me a few minutes longer, then bent down and said quietly, "What do you want?"

"Oh... Turkey on wheat, please."

Mike gave my shoulders one last squeeze and then patted my shoulders and left. We ate lunch together in the conference room. He asked me a lot of questions about my personal life and my family.

After lunch, I did a deployment to the test server for Mike to start testing the changes I'd completed so far. A couple hours later, Mike came back to my desk and said to call it a day. As we walked out, he put his arm around me and told me how great I was doing. As he removed his hand, he 'accidentally' brushed it against my butt and said "See you Monday, Peter."

Mike was so obviously hitting on me. I may be inexperienced, but I wasn't that naive. He was married. Why was he hitting on me? It made me uncomfortable, but if I was honest with myself, I didn't do anything to let him know his advances were unwelcome. I was so lonely... and maybe just a little bit horny.

***

Sunday night, I ran into Toby outside our apartments as I was heading out to grab something for dinner. He looked like he was coming back from the gym. When Chris and I dated, I started going to the gym with him. I only did the treadmill for 45 minutes while he did strength, but it kept me in shape.

"Just get done working out?" I asked him the obvious question.

"Yeah. I go to a small gym about 5 miles up the road. You work out any?"

"Before I moved down here, I used to use the treadmill three days a week while my-- a friend of mine worked out."

"It's a good deal there. Be careful if you join. There's a couple guys who think it's a pickup joint. It's usually pretty empty this time of the night, right before they close."

"Okay, thanks."

"Catch ya later, Petey."

He called me 'Petey' again. I just hate that. I opened my mouth to say something, but shrugged it off.

I joined the gym the next evening after work. I was in the locker room changing into my shorts when I saw Toby come out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was amazing. His chest muscles were big and his stomach was flat and hard. He had dark blond hair covering his upper chest, making a trail down to his stomach. The hair flared out around his belly and then disappeared in a trail beneath the towel. He had a large ornate cross tattoo on his right arm. It was very artistic and beautiful and strongly contrasted against the tribal tattoo that covered his left arm from his wrist onto his shoulder and neck.

"Hey, Petey," he said with a grin.

"Hi, Toby," I blushed and then looked away. Toby opened a locker a few down from me and pulled his towel off. I hurried and pulled my t-shirt on and when he wasn't looking, I quickly glanced at his body. It was perfect. His penis was uncut and hung about 5 inches soft and fat over a large set of balls. I felt myself starting to harden and I hurried out of the locker room and got on one of the treadmills.

"Hey, you ran off." Toby walked up and stood on the empty treadmill next to me. "You only do the treadmill?"

"Uh, yeah..."

"If you want to add strength training, I can help you with that. Do maybe 20 minutes of cardio and 20 minutes of strength and it'll help give you some definition up top. You've got a nice, trim body. I don't want to bulk you up like me or anything, but a little muscle wouldn't hurt you, though."

"Um... well... maybe..."

"Think about it. I'll see ya 'round, Petey."

Toby smacked my butt as he walked past and I nearly tripped over my feet. I blushed and I had to close my eyes and concentrate on not getting a hard on.

***

On Wednesday, Mike asked me to work on Saturday again, and I agreed.

Mike arrived around 9:30 and pulled up a chair in my cube. I turned around in my chair and we talked for a little while. We were in close proximity to each other and Mike bumped me a couple of times with his leg.

Mike ordered Chinese food for lunch and I went simple and just got chicken fried rice. After lunch, I went back to my desk. I hadn't been working long before Mike called me and asked me to come to his office. As I walked in, he shut the door behind me.

Mike put his arm around my shoulders. "Peter, you're doing a really great job and I really appreciate it. It's nice to get someone in there that can get up and running so quickly. I'm pleasantly surprised to find how fast you work, and with such great quality."

"Thanks, Mike. That really means a lot to me."

I was so nervous my heart was beating a mile a minute. Mike's arm around me and his close proximity to me had me hard in my jeans. I moved my hands in front of my crotch to try to hide it.

"You're trembling, Peter," he said quietly. "You don't have any reason to be afraid of me."

I looked up at him and he bent down and lightly pressed his lips against mine. He moved around in front of me and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again, this time harder and more sensual, open mouthed. I trembled as I lifted my arms and lightly gripped his arms. When I felt his tongue lightly run across my bottom lip and then enter my mouth, I whimpered a little bit. Mike was a terrific kisser, even better than Chris. When he broke the kiss, I was panting.

"Why don't we call it a day?" he husked. "Go grab a beer?"

I nodded. "Okay."

"Or why don't I grab a six pack and then we can head back to your place? We could talk where it's quiet... get to know each other better."

I nodded again and gave Mike directions to my apartment and he said he'd meet me there. As I drove home, I realized I was making a huge mistake. I knew very well what he wanted to do at my house, and it was more than talking. He was married and it was wrong, but I found myself unable to say no.

When I got home, I picked up a little bit and turned on the TV and sat down on the couch. Mike knocked on the door about 15 minutes later and I took a deep breath and let him in. He walked in with a grocery bag and pulled out a six pack of beer. He twisted the tops off two of the bottles and handed them to me. He put the rest of the six pack in the fridge. Mike took a healthy swig of his beer as I sipped mine and I gave him a tour of the small apartment.

We returned to the living room and sat on the couch. He picked up the remote and turned it to a football game on ESPN. He finished his beer pretty quick and asked if I'd get him another. When I brought back the beer, he unscrewed the top and guzzled about a quarter of it, then pulled me down so that I was sitting right next to him. He set the beer on the coffee table and put his arm around me and pulled me to him.

When his hand moved to the back of my neck and he kissed me, I didn't resist. When he started kissing my neck, I knew that I was his. The feeling of his beard and moustache as he kissed and sucked on my neck was unlike anything I ever felt before. My ex Chris was always clean shaven, but he never shaved every day, so he always had stubble. I always enjoyed the feeling of his beard stubble on my face and neck, but this was different. It was like the nerve endings in my skin were wired directly to my dick and the hair on his face triggered all of those nerve endings simultaneously. I was leaking into my underwear and I'm sure there was already a wet spot on the front of my jeans.

Mike pushed me back onto the couch and moved on top of me, straddling my legs and we kissed and made out. He was slowly grinding his hard crotch into me. I was so turned on, it felt like I was close to coming in my pants. Mike stood up and pulled me to my feet. He grabbed the grocery bag off the coffee table and led me by the hand into my bedroom.

He tossed the bag onto the bed, then took my shirt off. He ran his hand down my pale skin. He lightly tweaked my little pink nipples and my knees buckled. He bent down and kissed me hard as he unbuckled my belt and pushed down my jeans and briefs. My erect penis snapped up against my belly. It was 6" long and hard as it could be. It was a little thinner than average and circumcised. The head was moist and red. Mike rubbed the tuft of red hair at the base of my dick, then wrapped his meaty fist around it and stroked it a few times as my body shuddered under his touch.

"Peter, you're as beautiful as I knew you'd be."

"Thank you," I said shyly.

I pulled Mike's shirt off. His beefy chest and stomach were covered in black hair, thickest on his pecs and in between. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. I pushed them down to his ankles. I ran my hand over the bulge in his boxer briefs. I pushed them down to his ankles. Mike was so sexy. He was big and stocky, but not fat. His dick was circumcised and hard as steel, angled 45 degrees away from his stomach. It was slightly longer than mine at 6 and a quarter inches, but twice as thick. He was a little bit bigger than Chris, so I thought I should be able to handle him okay.

He stepped out of them and pulled me down to the bed. He climbed on top of me and straddled my leg. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me hard. I reached around his back and gripped his shoulders tightly. Mike sucked hard on the base of my neck and I moaned his name. He tightened his grip around me and rolled over so that I was on top of him. He grabbed my head and kissed me hard. He ran his hands down to my butt and gently squeezed and kneaded the cheeks. I whimpered when he ran one of his fingers into my crack and brushed against my tight pink hole. He ran his hands up to my shoulders and applied pressure, pushing me down his body.


"I need your mouth, Peter," he whispered.

I lowered myself down between his legs and I knelt there as I grabbed hold of the base of his hard dick. I looked up at Mike's face as I gently pulled it towards my mouth. He was watching me, his eyes filled with lust. I reached my tongue out and licked the head, tasting the pre-come that had gathered. Mike moaned loudly and his right hand moved to the back of my head.

"Suck it," he whispered as his hand pushed my head down. The head slipped into my mouth and I clamped my lips around it. I swirled my tongue around as I slowly took more of his shaft into my mouth. I gently sucked as I slowly bobbed my head up and down his shaft. I used my right hand and twisted it around as I slid it up and down the shaft in rhythm with my mouth.

Mike groaned loudly. "Oh, fuck, yeah, suck my cock... faster... yeah, just like that..."

I moaned around his dick and began bobbing faster and sucking harder. I used my left hand to gently stroke his balls. I knew he was getting close by his breathing and the way his hips were pushing up trying to pump deeper into my mouth. Mike's other hand moved to my head and he gripped my head tightly and held it still. He shouted "Fuck!" and I felt his dick pulse and the first jet of come blasted onto the roof of my mouth. My mouth quickly filled with warm semen and I instinctively swallowed. He must have pulsed at least six or seven times in my mouth. I swallowed again before I let him slip from my mouth.

I moved and laid on my side on the right side of his body. He wrapped his right arm around my shoulder and kissed my forehead. I gently stroked the hair on his chest.

"Jesus, Peter, no one has ever sucked my cock so good. You were amazing."

"Thanks," I said quietly.

We laid together quietly for a while. My dick was still hard and throbbing. I wanted Mike to touch it or suck it so bad, but for some reason I was afraid to ask him. I nuzzled my nose and lips into his neck and I pressed my dick into his side hoping he'd get the hint. He rolled me over onto my back and climbed on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his beefy thighs. He kissed me passionately and moved down my neck to my nipples, which he sucked and licked each in turn. I moaned and pushed my hips up wanting him to go down further. He kissed between my pecs, then my belly button. He pushed back so that he was kneeling back on his haunches between my legs. He dumped a tube of KY lube and a box of condoms out of the grocery bag and tossed it onto the floor.

I wasn't sure if I was ready to go all the way yet. I had only done it with my boyfriend and that was after we had dated for four months.

"Mike... I don't know if--"

"Shh," he said and he covered my mouth with his and kissed me. His tongue aggressively pursued my own and I played back. I felt the cold lube being smeared around my hole, I moaned into his mouth and tried to push him away. When his finger entered me, it gently thrust and twisted and quickly found my prostate. I whimpered and relaxed into the bed and let Mike finger me. He was sucking my nipples when a second finger pushed into me.

By the time Mike was unrolling the condom onto his hard cock, all my will power had left me. I let him push my knees forward and put my ankles on his shoulders. He groaned loudly as he entered me and it hurt so bad. I wasn't ready yet. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and bit my lower lip. "Mike... wait..."

"Give it a second... you'll get used to it... I'll make it feel really good..."

Mike stayed still for a moment, then grabbed my ankles and bent forward. My legs slid down and the back of my knees locked around his elbows, his hands planted on either side of me. He began slowly thrusting. I whimpered when he slid past my prostate. He took that as encouragement and began pushing in and out harder and faster.

He was grunting and moaning loudly and the bed was groaning and thumping rhythmically under us.

"Unh... fuck... Peter, you're so fucking tight."

Mike was fucking me hard and fast and I finally couldn't stand it anymore. I reached down and grabbed my dick and began jerking it in rhythm with Mike's thrusts. I got to the edge quickly. "I'm gonna come, Mike!" I panted.

The first shot hit Mike's chest and dripped down onto me. The remaining shots coated my chest and stomach. My contracting and throbbing hole were too much for Mike and he shouted out as he filled the condom with his seed. Mike pulled back and let my legs fall to the bed. He pulled the condom off and tied the end. He grabbed a tissue from my nightstand and wadded the condom up inside it.

He collapsed on the bed next to me and tried to catch his breath.

"I need to get going, Peter. Do you mind if I take a quick shower?"

I got up and wiped myself off with my t-shirt, slipped my briefs on and got a clean towel and washcloth for Mike and told him to help himself to the shower gel and shampoo.

I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of water and sat the table and drank it. Mike came out a few minutes later fully dressed. He looked at his Blackberry.

"I gotta go, Peter."

I got up and walked Mike to the door. Mike leaned down and kissed me.

"I had a good time," he said. "I'll see you Monday morning."

"Okay. Bye, Mike."

I shut the door and bolted the lock. I heard Toby's southern accent outside the door.

"Hey, bub," he said.

"How's it going?" Mike replied.

I looked out the peephole and saw Toby disappear into his apartment.

***

I was worried that Monday would be uncomfortable when I got to work. The development and business analyst teams had a meeting with the VP of IT Monday morning to give an update on our projects. Mike sat down next to me and flashed me a smile. I looked around the room. I was sure that everyone was looking at me and knew that I had had sex with Mike.

When it was my project's turn, Mike gave the update. He said that the project was a month behind before I started and we were now only two weeks behind after my two weeks on the job. He predicted we'd be on track in two weeks. He also mentioned what a great job I was doing and how glad he was to have me. I blushed as everyone clapped and the double entendre did not escape me.

After work, I went to the gym and was changing into my shorts when Toby walked in. He grabbed a locker near me and I greeted him and when he started undressing, I hurried out and waited outside the locker room. I didn't want him to catch me checking him out. He seemed like he was straight and I didn't want to make him mad, or worse, bash my face in.

When he came out of the locker room he smiled when he saw me. He was wearing a tank top and running shorts.

"Ready, Petey?"

"Yeah," I nodded and I followed him to the weights. He said we were going to do a 'top down' circuit, 12 reps with 12 pound weights. He did the exercises with me, showing me what to do, but doing it with a lot heavier weights and more reps. We did back, shoulders, biceps, triceps, then what he called 'core': back lifts, crunches then squats. We then did it all again two more times. After that, he told me to do the treadmill for 20 minutes. I thought I was going to die by the time I got to the treadmill.

Right before the 20 minutes was up, Toby got on the treadmill next to me. "Push as fast as you can for a minute, then slow it down every minute for 5."

I grunted and pushed myself hard by the time the five minutes were up, my breathing was evening out. I hit stop and got off the treadmill and Toby clapped me on the back. I was hot and sweaty and my arms and shoulders were killing me.

"Good workout, Petey."

"Yeah, if you say so," I groaned, but with a smile.

A loud voice interrupted us. "Tank! Where the hell have you been?"

I looked up to see a guy walk up to Toby and shake his hand. His head was shaved extremely short, except for a short mohawk. He had a soul patch and a couple days of beard growth. He looked to be about 6'1" and maybe 170 pounds. He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and basketball shorts. His arms and chest looked nicely defined. He had three Asian characters tattooed in a line down his right bicep. He had that douchebag jock look to him.

"Dude, I've been busy," Toby said. "I've been working extra shifts at the hospital."

"Who's this?" he asked nodding towards me.

"This is my new neighbor, Pete," Toby said. "Pete, this is Max."

I thought it funny that he introduced me as 'Pete' when he always called me 'Petey'.

"Hi, Max," I said.

Max shook my hand. "Nice ta meet ya, Pete. So, Tank, we gonna go out this weekend or what?"

"Tank?" I asked.

"That's me," Toby said. "A nickname."

"Oh. It fits."

"What, you call him 'Toby'?" Max asked. "Nobody calls him Toby, not even Kristy."

I shrugged.

"I'm off Saturday night," Toby told Max. "I'll call you."

I followed Toby to the locker room and I asked him about his nickname. He said everyone called him Tank except for his Mom. I asked if I should call him Tank instead of Toby and he shrugged and said, "If you want. I don't mind if you call me Toby."

I quickly undressed and showered. I made sure not to look at Toby even though I was dying to peek. After getting dressed, I thanked Toby, said bye and then headed home.

***

Tuesday afternoon I was sitting in my cubicle and feeling a little tired. I got up and decided to go downstairs to the break room, passing Mike's office as I went. He was on the phone and I caught his eye and he winked at me. I smiled and went to the soda machine. I put in a dollar and as I pressed the Coke button, Mike casually walked up next to me. I bent down and got my change and soda and Mike grunted. He was looking down at my ass and I blushed and stood up quickly.

Mike put his dollar in the machine and whispered, "I can't stop thinking about you. Can I come over after work for a little bit?"

"Yes," I whispered back and then headed back upstairs.

Mike arrived at my apartment about fifteen minutes after I got home.

"I can't stay long, Peter, but I just had to have your ass again."

Mike pulled me to him and kissed me hard. I sucked on his tongue before he moved his mouth to my ears and my neck. He pulled me by the hand to my bedroom and we quickly got undressed.

"Where's the condoms?"

I pointed to the nightstand and he opened the drawer and pulled out the lube and condoms he brought last time. I got onto the bed and he crawled on top of me.

"Turn over," he whispered in my ear. "I want to take you from behind."

"Um... I like it better on my back," I whispered back.

"Come on, Peter, just this one time. I want to see your ass."

I rolled over onto my stomach and Mike grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto my knees. He lubed me up and unwrapped a condom and rolled it down his shaft. He lined the head up with my hole and pushed the head into me with a pop.

"Oh! Mike! Stop...," I grunted. "Wait, it hurts..."

Mike held still as he ran his hands up and down my back and sides. "Give it a minute... Fuck, you're so tight and warm inside."

I winced and bit my lip as Mike pushed further into me. He slowly pulled back and then pushed in deeper.

"Oh, god," I moaned in pain.

Mike grabbed my hips and began slowly thrusting in and out of me. He gradually built up speed until he was pounding me hard and fast. His body slapped against my ass and the smacking echoed throughout the rooms with his grunts and groans and my whimpers. By the time I was starting to feel really good, Mike roared and thrust into me and came inside the condom. He pulled out and tied the condom off and wadded it into a tissue, then collapsed on the bed. I fell forward and rolled over onto my side next to him.

My dick was hard and needed attention. I nuzzled Mike's neck and took his hand and brought it to my dick. He rolled over, pushing me onto my back. He stroked me a couple times, then let go. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He took my right hand and put it onto my dick.

"I want to watch you," he whispered.

I stared into his eyes as I stroked myself. When my breathing quickened and my body tensed, he looked down at my cock. I gripped his shoulders with my left hand and buried my face into his neck as I quickly jacked with my right hand. I moaned and shot my load all over my chest and stomach. He bent down and kissed me.

"That was hot, Peter."

"Yeah," I sighed.

"I want you all to myself, Peter."

"What?" I was a little bit surprised and confused as to what he was asking. I lifted my head up and looked him in the eye.

"I don't want you seeing anyone else as long as we're together."

That wasn't exactly fair. I mean, we weren't exactly 'together' and he went home to his wife every night, but I nodded and said, "Okay, Mike."

"Good."

Mike kissed me, then pulled me out of bed and we went into the bathroom and took a quick shower together. As were were drying each other off, he told me we were gonna work on Saturday again and if weren't too far behind, we could spend the afternoon together. He hurriedly dressed and then with a quick peck on the lips and a smack on my ass, he was gone.

***

Mike couldn't wait for Saturday. Thursday evening, I had only been home about 20 minutes when he called and said he was on his way home and asked if could stop by for a few minutes. He walked in and kissed me.

"I only have a few minutes," he said. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. He pulled his hard cock out of his slacks and pulled my head towards it. I gripped the base with my right hand and took him into my mouth. I quickly pumped my sucking mouth up and down while stroking and twisting him with my hand.

He groaned loudly. "Oh... Fuck. Just like that, Peter. Keep it up like that and you're gonna get my load."

I kept going at a steady pace and it didn't take him long. After a few minutes he grabbed my head and pumped his come into my mouth. When he started to go soft, I let him go and pulled myself up to my feet.

"Thanks," he said as he stuffed his softening dick back into his pants. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."

He quickly kissed me and left. I was a little taken aback by his abrupt arrival and departure. I looked at the clock and not even 15 minutes had passed from the time he got here.

***

Friday night, I met Toby again at the gym after work. This was our third workout this week. I didn't feel so bad after Wednesday's workout, so I hoped tonight would be the same. We went through our same circuit, but he told me that next week he was going to change it up a little bit. As we were doing our cardio on the treadmill, he asked me about Mike.

"I've seen this guy coming out of your place a couple times now. Is he your boyfriend or something?"

I wasn't sure what to say. "Um... Kind of. He doesn't want me to see other people, but... um..."

"He's married."

I nodded and when I saw the look of disappointment on Toby's face, I had to look away because my eyes were filling with tears. I felt so ashamed.

"You deserve better than that, Petey. That's all I'm gonna say on that."

After quietly taking my shower and getting dressed, I thanked Toby again for the workout and headed home.

***

Mike and I left work Saturday afternoon around 2:00 and went back to my place. We spent time on the couch sitting together and talking about people and work and I told him all about Chris and how I came to move down to Georgia. It felt really nice to be able to talk to someone.

We went to my bedroom and we made love, me on my back with my legs around his butt, he on top with his body pressed against mine. We kissed the entire time as he slowly and steadily thrust in and out of me. When he started to get close, he raised up onto his hands and pumped me hard and fast. I gripped my dick and jerked it in time with his thrusting.

"Oh, god, Mike," I cried as I came all over myself. He grunted and swore and shoved into me. I could feel him pulsing inside me, filling the condom.

We laid together and Mike spooned up against my back and we fell asleep for a couple of hours. I woke up when Mike rolled over onto his back and yawned and stretched. His dick was hard. He saw me looking at it and he pushed my head down. "Suck it," he whispered.

I worked him for good ten minutes with my mouth and hands until he couldn't hold back any longer and shot into my mouth. I swallowed every drop then flopped down onto my back. My stomach growled. It was almost 6:00 and I was feeling hungry.

"Do you want to get something for dinner?" I asked. "Or maybe we could order something in?"

Mike sat up and then pushed himself up out of the bed.

"I can't. I need to get home. I'm already running late."

I sighed quietly. "Okay."

Mike walked out to go take a shower. I rolled over onto the side of the bed where he was laying. It was warm and smelled like him. I pulled the blankets up over me and tried not to start crying. I was starting to have feelings for Mike and it hurt when he left like this.

After he showered, he walked back in and got dressed and kissed me and left. I got up and took a shower and went to the kitchen. I dumped a can of soup into a bowl and microwaved it. I sat on the sofa and ate while watching a bad TV movie of the week on the Sci Fi channel.

A loud knock on the door scared the crap out of me. I got up and looked in the peephole to see Toby, then opened the door. Toby, Max and a blond woman were standing in the doorway.

"Hey, Pete," Toby said with a smile. "We're going to the movies, then out for a beer. Wanna come?"

I didn't have anything better to do. "Sure. Let me get changed."

I invited them in while I rushed to the bedroom and pulled off my sweat pants and pulled on a pair of jeans and a Polo shirt.

"Have you met Kristy?" Toby asked, referring to the blond who was holding onto his arm. Max had mentioned her before. I guess she was Toby's girlfriend... and Toby was straight.

"No, nice to you meet you. I'm Pete."

"Nice to finally meet you, Pete. Tank's told me all about you," she said with a smile.

Toby and Kristy got in the front driver and passenger of Toby's huge pickup truck. Max scowled and climbed in the back seat with me.

"Push the seat up," he grumbled to Kristy.

I was sitting behind Toby and there was actually a lot more room than I thought there'd be, but then I wasn't as tall as Max. We went to the theater and caught the latest action show. I ended up sitting between Kristy and Max. Toby and Kristy shared a large popcorn and Max and I shared one too. At one point in the second half of the movie, Max put his arm on the back of my chair and leaned in and whispered in my ear. He was so close his lips tickled at my ear as he made a stupid comment about the movie. We both started laughing and he moved back upright, but kept his arm on the back of my chair. A few minutes later, I felt his hand slowly rubbing circles on my shoulder.

"Ow!" Max exclaimed and pulled his hand away. I looked at him and he was leaning back scowling behind me. I turned my head and Toby was scowling back at him. I wasn't sure exactly what happened, but it looked like Toby knocked Max's hand away from me.

After the movie we went to a sports bar and shared a pitcher of beer. I didn't drink very much since I could get drunk off one glass. After finishing the pitcher off, we headed back home. Max tried to put his arm around me and kiss my neck, but I squirmed away.

"Knock it off, Max," Toby growled from the driver's seat.

"Mind your own business, Tank."

"Pete's got a boyfriend. Leave him alone."

Max scoffed and mouthed 'cock block' to me and slumped back into his seat. I giggled in spite of myself. When we got back to the apartment, Max said goodbye and sped out of the parking lot in his sports car. I thanked Toby and Kristy for inviting me and watched as they disappeared into Toby's apartment.

***

Things had been going pretty much the same for the past few weeks. I worked out with Toby three days a week. Mike would stop by on the way home once or twice during the week and usually for a few hours on Saturday afternoons. I went out with Toby, Kristy and Max most Friday or Saturday nights, depending on their schedules.

I was embarrassed when I realized after that second weekend that Kristy was Toby's sister, not his girlfriend. It was strange going out with them. They were all so outgoing and fun. I was shy and quiet, but when I was with them I had a good time and I laughed a lot. Max was really funny and always made me laugh. I liked Max, but I was starting to develop a crush on Toby.

Even though no one said anything, I realized that Toby was indeed gay. He was very protective of me when we were out, but it was like he had a split personality. He would be attentive and friendly one second and then the next he'd back off and ignore me. I thought maybe he liked me, but was being respectful of my 'relationship' with Mike.

Saturday late in afternoon, Mike and I were sitting on the couch watching TV and having a snack.

"Pete! Hey, Pete!" I heard from outside.

I walked out to the patio door and looked outside. Max was standing in front of his Mustang smoking a cigarette. I opened the patio door and stepped out.

"Max, be quiet," I hissed.

"Have you heard from Tank?" he asked.

"No. He's probably still at work if he's not at home."

AHEM.

Mike stepped out onto the patio and cleared his throat. He glared at Max. Max took a final drag of his smoke, then stomped it out and exhaled. He walked up to the patio and held out his hand to Mike.

"You must be the boyfriend," he said. "I'm Max."

"Mike."

I saw Max eye Mike up and down and then cut his eyes at me. Toby's rumbling pickup truck pulled in next to my Jeep.

"There's To-- I mean Tank now," I said.

Toby hopped out of his truck wearing his hospital scrubs. They were stained with God knows what from who knows where. Toby walked up to my patio and stood next to Max.

"Hey y'all," he said. "The ER was a nightmare today. I need a shower bad."

"You smell like shit," Max said.

"Hey, I don't think we've formally met," Toby said to Mike. "I'm Tank."

"Mike."

Mike shook Toby's hand and then said "Excuse us."

He slid open the patio door and then motioned for me to go inside. I glanced back at them and they were looking at each other as they walked to the terrace to go into Toby's apartment.

"You're not going out with them," Mike stated.

"What?"

"I don't like them. I don't like the way they look at you."

"But, they're my friends."

"Don't be naive. They're not your friends. They just want to fuck you."

"That's not true, Mike. They're they only friends I have. Trevor and Annie are too busy with the baby coming, so I don't get to see them hardly ever."

"I don't like it. You're not going."

"That's not fair. You expect me to sit around the apartment alone?"

"I expect you to not slut around behind my back."

"Fine," I pouted. "I'll stay home."

"Good. I gotta get going. I'll try to call you later tonight."

"Why? To check up on me?" I said sarcastically.

"Don't do that. It's not cute."

I sighed.

"Listen, Peter. I know you're frustrated. You want more time with me, I know that. I'm working on it, okay? Soon, you'll have me for a whole night, okay?"

I nodded and wiped my eyes and sniffled. "Okay."

"Okay. Now give me a kiss before I go."

Mike gave me a hug and a deep kiss and then left.

When Toby, Max and Kristy stopped by later, I told them I wasn't feeling well and that I was staying home.

"That's bullshit," Max said. "Did he tell you not to go out with us?"

I shook my head and said, "No. I just don't feel well."

"Just leave it, Max," Toby said. "If Petey doesn't want to go with us, he doesn't have to."

I shut the door and bolted it. The look on Toby's face hurt. I wasn't sure if it was anger or disappointment or maybe both. I leaned up against the door and cried.

***

I continued to work out with Toby for the next few weeks, and he was friendly but guarded. After asking me to go out with them and me making excuses not to go, they stopped asking.

Mike kept coming by for quickies during the week and longer Saturdays. Over the weeks, Mike had become much more intimate with me. He was gentle and loving and called me 'baby.'

One Saturday, he was finally able to get away all day. We had lunch together, spent all afternoon in bed, making love twice. We dressed up in suits and went out to a very nice dinner and then returned to my apartment.

Mike was sitting on the couch looking particularly sexy in his suit. I straddled him and sat down on his lap. His hands massaged my ass as we kissed and made out. He was pushing up into me and I was grinding my ass on the hard bulge in his suit pants.

He broke the kiss and whispered huskily, "Take your clothes off, baby."

As I slowly undressed in front of Mike, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock and began stroking it until I was complete naked. I knelt in front of the couch. I kissed and licked him all over over the shaft before I finally took the head into my mouth. I looked up at him and met his eyes as he watched me suck him. He was still wearing his suit jacket, shirt and tie and he looked really hot. He pulled me up off my knees and pulled me onto his lap. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a lubricated condom. He unwrapped it and rolled it onto his cock. He spit into his fingers and smeared it into my asshole. I whimpered and moaned. He spit again and smeared it on his latex-covered dick head. He moved me into position and grabbed my waist and pushed me down onto him.

I cried out and leaned into him and buried my head in his chest waiting for the pain to subside. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, then started thrusting up into me nice and slow. I held onto his shoulders and he kissed me. He grabbed the sides of my waist and began bouncing me up and down on his shaft faster and faster.

We were kissing hard, our tongues wrestling and playing with each other. He was holding my hips tight as he furiously thrust up into me. I bounced hard up and down trying to bring him pleasure.

"Oh, fuck! Yeah, baby, that's it! You got it, baby! I'm coming!"

He gripped me tightly and held me as he pushed his hips up and held still. I could feel his dick jerking wildly inside me as he shot his load over and over. I relaxed onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. I felt him soften and slip out of me and I climbed off his lap and sat next to him.

I looked down at his crotch. The condom hung off his semi-erect penis. Mike pulled it off and tied the end and handed it to me. I pulled on my t-shirt and underwear, walked to the bathroom and tossed the condom into the trash. I washed my hands and wet a washcloth with warm water. I walked back into the living room and sat down next to Mike and carefully cleaned his dick with the washcloth. He winked at me and stuffed it back into his pants and I cuddled up next to him on the couch.

"I wish you could stay the night, Mike."

"You know I can't."

"I know, but don't you sometimes wish you could? Just one night... one night to not have to pretend."

"Pretend?"

"Yeah, to stay the night with me and be yourself for once and not have to worry or pretend to be something you're not."

Mike pushed me off him. His face turned red. "I'm not pretending nothing. I love my wife and k**s. I'm not leaving them to be with some faggot if that's what you're thinking."

My mouth fell open. I couldn't believe he was talking to me like this. "Mike, I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

Mike stood up and went to the bedroom and grabbed his bag.

I put my hand on his arm as he walked towards the front door. "Mike--"

He shrugged my hand off him and turned and pointed his finger in my face. His face was beet red and he was pissed. "I'm straight, you got that? You're the faggot. I fuck your ass and you suck my cock. That's all this is ever gonna be."

My eyes filled with tears. "I--"

"You knew that going in. You knew what you were doing. You walk into the office batting your eyes at me, shaking your ass. You faggots love straight dick and you'll take it any way you can, won't you?"

"Stop calling me that," I said as the tears fell down my face.

"Why? That's what you are."

"Yeah, that's right, that's what I am. Is that what you want to hear? You know what's the difference between you and me? At least I'll admit I'm a faggot instead of playing make believe with a wife and k**s."

Mike backhanded me hard across the face and I stumbled backwards. I covered my right cheek and gasped.

"Get out," I cried.

Mike's eyes widened in shock. "Oh, Jesus. Peter, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby."

He reached out to hug me.

"Get out!" I sobbed.

I walked to the door and opened it. Mike picked up his bag and left. I laid down on the couch and cried.

When I heard a knock on the door a few minutes later, I wasn't sure if I heard it or not. I sniffled and listened for a second. The knock was louder this time.

"Petey? Are you okay?" said Toby's voice from the other side.

I wiped my eyes and opened the door a crack.

"Hi, Tank. I don't really feel good tonight, so I don't think I can go out with you guys."

Toby pushed his way into my apartment and shut the door behind him.

"I wasn't trying to listen, but I heard shouting when I came home. I heard your boyfriend leave and I thought I heard you crying."

Toby turned my face and looked at my cheek. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" he asked in a calm and quiet voice.

I shook my head.

"I'll be right back," he said.

He got up and went into the kitchen. I sat down on the couch as I heard him go through a couple of drawers and then open the freezer. He returned with a towel filled with ice cubes. He gently held it to my face. He was being so sweet and tender. I started to cry and then started sobbing. He put his arms around me and held me.

"It was awful, Toby," I said. "We were cuddling on the couch one second and the next he was yelling at me that he wasn't leaving his wife for a faggot."

Toby tensed up momentarily and then softened and kept one arm around me and the other holding the ice on my face.

"He said such awful things and I got upset and then I said," I sniffled before continuing. "I said at least I can admit what I am instead of pretending with a wife."

"Ouch," Toby said quietly. "I guess that's when he did this?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "He said he was sorry."

"I'm sure."

"I don't think I can see him again after that, no matter how sorry he is."

"I'm not here to judge you, Pete. But, this guy has issues he needs to work out for himself. You can't help him with that. You'll end up getting hurt if you try."

"You're surprisingly calm, Toby. It's kind of freaking me out."

"Well, it's instinct, I guess, because of my job. But don't worry, on the inside I'm trying to think of ways I can kill the fucking son of a bitch without getting caught."

I started to laugh, but the pain in my cheek stopped me. "Ow."

Toby chuckled. "You're gonna be okay, Petey."

I heard a knocking in the distance.

"That's probably Max," Toby said. "Why don't we go over to my place and hang out? I got enough beer and whatever else we need."

I nodded and we stood up. I headed to the door, but Toby looked me up and down and said, "You might want to put some clothes on."

"Oh!" I blushed in embarrassment as I realized I was only wearing a t-shirt and briefs. I went into my bedroom and pulled on a shirt and some sweat pants. I went out to the living room and the door was open and Toby was talking to Max in the hallway. I pulled my door shut and locked it and followed them in to Toby's apartment.

I had never been in Toby's apartment before. It was the same as mine, but the mirror image. It was decorated really nicely for a single guy.

I sat down on the couch with Max. Toby returned with an ice pack and bottles of beer for the three of us and sat down on the other side of me. I held the ice pack as I sipped my beer. I glanced at Max a couple of times. He looked really pissed off.

"Are you okay, Max?" I asked quietly.

"I'm fine," he grumbled.

"You're not upset with me are you?" I asked as I blinked back tears.

Max's face softened. "Of course not, Pete. It's your boyfriend. I'm gonna kill that motherfucker!"

"Knock it off, Max," Toby said. "You're not helping."

"Maybe you don't care that Pete has a black eye, but I sure as fuck do. I mean, what kind of asshole hits a little guy like Pete?"

My cell phone beeped and I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the screen to see:

MIKE SHEPPARD: im sorry peter

Max leaned over looked at the screen. "Fuck that shit! 'Sorry' my ass! Tell him to fuck off. Give me your phone."

Max grabbed the phone out of my hand.

"Max!" Toby yelled. "Just ignore him, Petey."

"Who? Mike or Max?" I said and laughed. Toby and Max joined in.

The three of us sat on the couch and watched football, drank beer and ate popcorn. I had a really good time and I felt so much better. At some point, I fell asleep against Toby's shoulder. When I woke up, I sat up and he looked completely uncomfortable.

"Sorry, Toby," I said.

"It's okay, Petey."

Max sighed and shook his head. I yawned. "I guess I should go. I'm tired." I said goodbye and thanked them for being so nice and I went back to my apartment and went to bed.

***

That next afternoon, Mike called me. I debated on whether or not to answer it and I decided I should since I had to work with him the next day. He apologized again and said he'd make it up to me. I told him that I accepted his apology, but that I couldn't see him anymore. I told him that I deserved better than being someone's second choice. He said he wanted things to go back to the way they were and he'd give me some time to think about it.

That week at work was pretty uncomfortable. In the Monday morning staff meeting, someone actually asked me what happened to my face. I simply said that "I was careless and stupid and this is what I got in return". I avoided Mike when I could, but still did my work.

Thursday in the break room, he said he wanted to come over, but I told him no and that I thought it would be best if we were just co-workers. I could tell he was frustrated and angry and wanted to talk more, but there were people in the break room.

Friday afternoon, Andrea called me into her office and shut the door. She told me that Mike said that I had been ignoring some of his phone calls and requests and that I had made a mistake and had to re-do it, which cost a day. I was stunned. She said she was disappointed that I was slacking off already. I promised her that I'd try harder.

When I got to the gym after work, Toby was already there. I waved to him and went into the locker room to get changed. Max walked in and took the empty locker nearest me.

"Hey, Pete."

"Hi, Max."

I got undressed and quickly pulled on my jockstrap as Max started removing his paramedics uniform.

"Looking good, Pete," Max said quietly.

I blushed and smiled and hurriedly pulled on my shorts and t-shirt. As I walked out of the locker room, I glanced back and stole a peek at Max's naked body. He caught me looking and winked. I blushed and hurried out to start my workout with Toby. Max worked out with us and then continued on weight training with Toby while I did my cardio on the treadmill.

After working out, the three of us walked into the locker room. As we got undressed and walked to the shower, I told them what happened at work today. Both Max and Toby were pissed.

I'm not sure what it was, but I wasn't feeling very shy today. When I turned and caught Toby looking at my ass, I smiled at him and blushed bright red and he actually looked embarrassed and turned away. Later he caught me looking at his huge uncut dick and I blushed again and he chuckled.

After we got dressed, we all drove to Chili's and had dinner together. Max wanted to go out, so he took off and Toby and I returned home.

Toby looked at his watch. "It's still early. You got any beer?"

I invited Toby in, and we sat on the couch and watched TV and sipped our beer. Toby was leaned back on the couch with both of his arms on the back of the couch. I was on his left, sitting cross legged facing him. We were talking and laughing and flirting with each other. I ran my finger over the tattoo on his left arm, tracing the points with my index finger.

"You like my ink?" he asked with a chuckling grin and pulled his t-shirt sleeve up so I could see and touch more of it.

"Yeah, it's really cool. And the cross on your other arm is really beautiful."

Once second we were smiling at each other and suddenly his smile was gone. He looked away for a second and then said he needed to get going. He had to be at work early in the morning. I walked him to the door and I touched his hand and squeezed it. "Goodnight, Toby."

"Night, Petey."

He gave me a half-hearted smile and I closed the door behind him.

***

Monday morning when I got to work, I got in a little bit early and really got into my work. I wasn't slacking, but I wanted there to be no doubt that I was doing my best and doing good work.

When my desk phone rang and I saw it was M SHEPPARD in the caller ID, I picked up right away. He wanted to see me in his office, so I went in and he shut the door behind me. I backed away from him.

"Peter, please don't be afraid of me," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I really do care about you, and I know you know that. I'm sorry for what I said to Andrea. I was pissed at you and when she and I were talking... it just came out wrong."

"Okay..."

"We need to work together. I want us to be friends, okay?"

I nodded.

"So, we're good?"

"We're good."

"You'll call him off then?"

"What?"

"You know, Peter. Your neighbor across the hall."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Mike seemed to be agitated and upset. "Peter, he came to the house. He told me to leave you alone or I'd be sorry. He said if people found out about us, all you had lose was a job, but I'd lose a whole lot more. My wife can't find out, Peter."

My mouth fell open. I was speechless and I was angry. Toby didn't have any right to do that.

"It's okay, Mike. I won't tell anyone and I'll tell Tank to leave you alone."

Mike gave me a friendly hug and I hugged him back.

When I got to the gym, I was still mad at Toby. When he came into the locker room as I was getting dressed, I confronted him about it.

"Why did you go to Mike's house, Tank? Why would you do that?"

"I was trying to help you, Petey."

"I didn't ask for your help. I can take care of myself!"

I slammed my locker shut and walked past him and got on the treadmill and ignored him when he came out. By the time I had been on the treadmill for 30 minutes, I had calmed down some. I could see his reflection in the mirrors. He was really hitting the weights hard. He brow was furrowed and he was scowling. I sighed and got off the treadmill and grabbed a towel. I wiped my head and walked over to him.

"Toby?" I said quietly.

He stopped doing his hammer curls and looked up at me.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I know you were trying to help and I overreacted."

Toby racked his weights and sighed. "I shouldn't have stuck my nose in where it doesn't belong. I just don't like to see my friends get hurt."

I smiled. "Do you want to go grab dinner? My treat?"

Toby grinned. "Sure."

Toby and I returned to the locker room and showered next to each other. I shyly smiled as I checked him out and he just smirked and let me look. I could tell he kept looking at my ass. After getting dressed, we drove to Longhorn and had a couple of steaks for dinner. We had a nice quiet conversation. I found out a lot more about him. He and his older sister Kristy were always very close. He was 27 and she was 29. He met Max in college and they've been best friends since.

As Toby and I talked over dinner, I realized how much I liked him. I had a huge crush on Toby. He was a really nice guy, handsome, big and sexy. I wanted to kiss him and run my hands over his bald head.

I pulled into the apartment parking lot outside our building just before him and waited outside our doors for him. I took a deep breath and decided to make a move. I grabbed his hand.

"Toby... it's still early. Do you want to come in? We can continue our talk... I really like you... and I'd really like to get to know you better."

He looked confused, like he wasn't sure if he was going to accept or not. I dropped his hand when he shook his head.

"Sorry, Pete, but I got an early shift tomorrow, so I'm gonna do a little reading and then hit the hay."

"Sure, Toby. I understand. See ya later."

I quickly unlocked my door and hurried inside so that he didn't see the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I was embarrassed and rejected and I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to face him again without feeling humiliated.

***

Things got slightly better the rest of the week. Mike and I got along fine at work. He was as friendly as before, but without any sexual undertones. I caught him checking out my butt once in the break room, but he didn't make any advances.

When I worked out with Toby on Wednesday, I was a little bit embarrassed having been rejected by him two days ago. He appeared to be uncomfortable as well and that made it worse. But by the end of the workout, things were mostly back to normal. After our workout, I followed Toby into the shower trying not to look at him, and took the shower furthest from him on the other side of the room. I quickly showered and said 'See ya later, Tank' as I hurried out of the shower and got dressed and left before he was finished.

Max joined us at the gym again on Friday. They helped me with my strength workout and while I did the treadmill, they continued their workout. Afterward, I stopped and got a drink from the water fountain. By the time I got undressed, they were already showering, and I picked the shower furthest from them.

"What're you doin' way over there?" Max shouted to me as he soaped himself up. "You gon