BateBook Shorts - All Male Fiction: Caught in the Act

 By: Ryan Michaels

The morning air was still quiet when I arrived at the large office building. Hoping to make up for having to leave early the day before, I had come in much earlier than usual, long before anyone else in my office.

Needing to use the facilities right away, I hurried inside the shared public washroom off the main hallway and slipped into a toilet stall. Just a few minutes later, the heavy outer door clicked open. Footsteps echoed on the tile, and someone walked directly up to the row of urinals located straight across from the stalls. Through the narrow vertical crack in the stall door, I could see who it was: my co-worker, the very person I sat directly across from and collaborated with every single day.

As I turned back to my own business, a peculiar detail caught my attention: he was lingering at the urinal far longer than usual, and there was no sound of him pissing. Peering through the crack once more, I spotted the unmistakable motion of his right arm. A wave of disbelief washed over me as I realized he was masturbating right there in the men's room at work, standing openly at the urinal. My mind went into overdrive with questions of whether this was a one-time thing or part of some secret daily routine. Then the pieces clicked into place, reminding me that he always managed to beat me to the office.

All Male Fiction: A Real Man

 By: Tommyhawk1

 

"Where the fuck were you?" Gordon asked gruffly as I hurried into the warehouse at ten thirty at night. He was a beefy, large man with a battered face and a ready vocabulary of foul language. Just the sort you’d expect to find working in a warehouse - hard work attracts hard people.

"I'm sorry," I responded sincerely. "I missed my bus." I took my bag from "A Different Light" and hurriedly stuffed it between two pallets of boxes in the warehouse. It would be safe there until I had a chance to sneak them to a better hiding spot, but I couldn't do that now. And showing them to Gordon was out of the question. Half his curse words were "pansy" or worse when he was searching for derogatory remarks to make about someone; "faggot" to him was worse than calling someone a "motherfucker," so I stayed firmly in the closet while at work.

"What you got over there?" he asked as I lifted my hand back. His huge biceps glinted with white crescents from the sheen of his sweat and the glare of the overhead fluorescent lights. His voice was like a god's, the heavy echoes of the cavernous warehouse reverberated back every syllable a dozen-fold.

"Oh, nothing," I said.

"Then haul your pansy ass over here and help me load this truck, motherfucker," he said.

He didn't know I was gay; he talked like that to and about almost everybody. I didn't dare let him see the "A Different Light" book bag, not as big and brawny as this guy was; he could snap me in two without thinking about it.

Taking a gay book and magazines to a job where you're closeted was stupid, I knew that, I knew I should have waited, but the bookstore was right on my way to work. Passing by "A Different Light" bookstore, I made the fatal mistake of peering inside to see what was displayed in the window. A look at my watch to verify I had a couple of spare minutes, and in I went, coming out much later than intended with not only the book but with two porno magazines. And, with my stash now tucked between a pallet of Tide and a pallet of Oxydol, it could wait until I could take it home and give it proper attention.

"Come on, move it, cocksucker," Gordon growled and I hastened over to him. He handed me half of a stack of lists and said, "We got three trucks to do tonight," and I groaned.

Our warehouse takes in the boxcars from individual factories, and from there we load the items ordered by individual supermarkets. We don't handle any of the chain stores, but there are a sizeable number of Mom-and-Pop places that need to furnish their customers with Pop-Tarts and Cheetos; I had plenty of work. In fact, with three trucks needing loading I had more work than I could handle.

Each store had a long page marked with the items and quantities they wanted. We tried to keep the supplies organized so we could go right down the list and grab in order, but in practice, it's never quite that easy. So, you run around until you get all the stuff for one store loaded, then you load that into a larger, plastic shipping box which is then driven over by a forklift and placed into the truck. Gordon drove the little forklift, which was about the size of a Volkswagen, but with only the two of us, he had to jump down from the forklift and trundle a trolley like mine, too.

Once we had the truck filled with the boxes, which contained boxes that contained boxes that contained the essential items for life, we'd move on to the next sheaf of orders. When we finished a truck, we could take a short break, then move the loaded truck out (Gordon did that as well. You have to have a special license and training to drive an eighteen-wheeler) and back another one in and we'd do it all over again. But a truck would take three to four hours to load. Three trucks meant overtime whether I wanted it or not.

So, I worked away on my list, fuming about the unfairness of it all. Damn it, I'd picked up a really butch issue of "Stroke" and couldn't wait to get home and do just what the magazine's title suggested. I had only glanced at the contents, seeing a heavily built, gruff man dominating a younger, more slender man - "Stroke's" favorite form of sex – and it caused my stomach to churn, imagining that big man dominating me, forcing me to take his cock into my mouth... okay, three boxes of salad dressing and I could take this trolley over to the shipping box.

Soon enough my mind was off of sex and back onto my job, because with nothing but cardboard boxes to select from you have to pay attention to what you're picking up. A store orders a box of Ronzoni spaghetti and if you give them American Beauty instead, they don't see it as being all right, you get a nasty restock order and three forms to fill out and sign and initial. One of those goes into your personnel file and they track your performance that way. Sucks. No wonder they had such a heavy turnover of workers on this shitty job.

So, I loaded up that shipping box and the next and the next, and time passed. Soon we'd be finished with the shipping boxes; we could then load the truck with them according to the driver's schedule, and then could take a half-hour break. Sitting and jawing with Gordon wasn't that bad if you let him call you names without flinching. He didn't really mean anything personal by it; it was just his way of talking.

I finished and looked over at Gordon's last box; it was only half-loaded. Hell, he was usually waiting on me, not the other way around. Maybe the guy was slowing down. I decided I could give him a couple of comments while I helped him finish his loading. A few of his choicer comments to me would work nicely, such as "They need to hire some real men to do this work instead of you faggots." I'd like to see his face when I used that one on him!

So, I went in search of him. The warehouse was big (it had to be) so it took some time for me to find him… right by the pallet of boxes of Tide! He had a big load of it on his trolley, and on top of the trolley was a big, white plastic bag… and my copy of "Stroke" was in his hands! And he was looking at the pictures!

Bisexual Fiction: Triple Workout (Part 1)

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

I punched in my security access code at the door to the company gym and pulled the handle as the buzzer signaled the ok to enter.

The gym had been open for a year now, and I started using it regularly about six months ago to try to reduce the stress levels induced by a fast-paced Information Systems career. I had made it a priority to get down there three days a week, and I was really feeling the benefits of a good hard workout at the end of a long - and usually hectic - day.

It was about 6:30 pm and I could hear the music pounding from the big blaster in the corner of the room. I looked around to see who else was there and saw one other guy already on the Stairmaster working up a sweat.

He looked up and gave a nod hello as I headed for a warm-up on the bike. I nodded back and set the timer on the bike for five minutes. Josh Somebody-or-another was his name, I recalled. We had chatted amicably on the few occasions where we had seen one another here in the evening. Most of the employees who used the gym used it in the mornings before work, but he, like me, seemed to prefer to use the stress of the day to keep the ‘edge’ on his workout.

He had brought a great mixtape with him, and I found myself enjoying the music as I relaxed into a rhythm on the bike. The five minutes passed quickly, and I walked over in front of the wall-to-wall mirrors for a nice languid stretch.

Josh had finished his time on the Stairmaster and walked over to the mat area where I was now standing, stretching my quads.

"Ethan, right?" he commented pulling up beside me.

"Yup, and you’re Josh?" I commented.

"Yes. Ready for a good session?" he asked assuming a similar pose with his leg distended behind him.

"Yeah, shitty day today," I lamented. "Lots of crap happening on the system."

"I know! I was bounced on and off the network today for the whole morning," he laughed. "Geez, you guys in I.S. sure make it hard for a guy to stay connected to the internet! How the hell do you expect us guys in the plant to search for porn when you keep bouncing us off?" he joked.

I chuckled at his comment and looked out the corner of my eye as he bent over to touch his toes. "Hmm… nice body. Nice arms. Nice pecs. Hard ass. Strong legs."

Where the hell did THAT come from? I thought. Oh well - I’ve always admired the human form and this guy was a good sample of how I wanted to look by the end of the year.

"Hey! I’d like to use some free weights today instead of the Universal. Seeing as how you’re here, would you spot for me?" he asked as he headed for the rack.

"Sure. No problem."

We took turns spotting and encouraging one another and bantered back and forth a little as we did our thing. We increased the weights each round, and we had both worked up a decent sweat within the half-hour. We then moved on to some dumbbell routines and decided to finish up on the treadmill.

As we got the treadmills going, he reached up and pulled his t-shirt up to wipe his very sweaty face. I couldn’t help but notice a very nicely detailed set of abs, and a totally smooth chest. I set the timer for twenty minutes and got into a good trot. Once again, we chatted about the company, our offices, and careers - the usual idle chat that you get into while you’re jogging on a mechanical device at the office gym.

The timer on the tortuous machine dinged and I staggered off to the mats to stretch out once more before hitting the showers and heading home. Josh pulled up beside me – sopping wet now - and proceeded to do the same. We laughed about the sweat we were dripping all over the mats.

"Wow, you’re a slave driver! My wife is usually the only one who can get me this hot and wet." Then he laughed as he looked over at the locked door and said, "With the two of us in here panting and grunting and groaning, if anyone passed by the door, they'd probably think we were getting it on in here."

The thought of what he was saying had an immediate effect on my crotch, as I chuckled and said, "Yeah, it certainly did sound like it," and then began concentrating my efforts on trying to put my overactive imagination into check when I noticed in the mirror that the front of his shorts had a bit of a tent there as well. I quickly stole another glance, and when I looked up, he was also looking at my reflection in the mirror. Our eyes met for an electric moment, and then we both glanced away.

"Well, I’m hitting the showers," he said as he straightened up.  

"Yeah, me too," I said, and followed him out the door to the shower area.

Bisexual Fiction: Driven by Desire (Part 2)

By: Ryan Michaels

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My hand was almost shaking with anticipation and excitement as I reached out to knock on the door of 1203 Ridgeburn Crescent.

"Hey come on in buddy," Rob said after opening the door.

I stepped inside and took my shoes off.

"My girlfriend's in the living room." I followed him into the living room. "Ryan this is Michelle. Michelle, Ryan."

"Nice to meet you," I said.

"Nice to meet you too," she replied smiling.

"So what do you think? You wanna fuck him or what?" Rob asked.

"Rob!" Michelle said blushing. "Jesus Christ!"

"What? That's why we invited him over isn't it?"

"Yes, but he just walked in the door and you didn't have to just blurt it out in that way. There's such a thing as tact."

"Women!" Rob said rolling his eyes. Michelle swatted him across the arm.

"It's ok. He's right. He did tell me I was coming over to see if you approved and if so we were all gonna have sex together. It's cool if you two want to get right to it," I said.

"Oh, um, well did Rob mention certain details about what we wanted to do?" Michelle asked me.

"You mean about you wanting to see another guy suck his dick? Yes, he mentioned it."

"And you are comfortable with that? I mean if you aren't, it's ok, but I need to know now because that's a stipulation in my agreeing to have a threesome," Michelle replied.

"Yes, I am cool with it."

"Rob told me you are straight, so do you mind if I ask why you want to suck another guy's cock? Doesn't that mean you are least bi?"

I had no idea Rob was going to tell his girlfriend I was straight but I figured I had better play along, and I was a quick thinker so it was no big deal.

"Well, even though it's embarrassing to admit, it's been quite a while since I've been with a woman, and when Rob asked me about the threesome I was really excited about it. Then he mentioned the whole dick sucking thing and I was like, no way!"

"So why did you finally agree to do it?" Michelle asked inquisitively.

"Well honestly, and I hope I don't offend you, but Rob started describing your pussy, telling me how it was shaved and how tight it was and how good it feels. When you've gone without for so long and you have the opportunity to get some, the little head starts to take over. I've also never had a threesome before and it's always been a fantasy of mine. I'm totally straight but also pretty open-minded and I figured I could try it in order to get some pussy, and to finally get to have a threesome."

"And that's all it took to get you to agree to suck dick, the promise of some pussy?"

"Well yeah, and I mean I have some gay friends and never understood what they got out of sucking other guys dicks, and the more I thought about it I guess I was a bit curious to see what it's like. And, as I said, I am open-minded too and I just look at it as a new experience; One that I'll probably never repeat, but it's kind of cool to at least say and know that I tried it." Everything I was telling her was the truth. Except that I was actually talking about being with a woman, but she didn't need to know that.

"That's really cool, and you're right, very open-minded of you."

"Great! So you wanna fuck or what?" Rob asked getting impatient and perhaps feeling a bit ignored.

"Jeez keep your pants on Rob, we're just talking," Michelle scowled.

"That's just it, I don't want to keep my pants on. I want to take them off and fuck some pussy and have a couple of bitches suck my cock!"

"Classy isn't he?" Michelle said smiling at me.

"Yeah," I said chuckling. "But I would like to get started too, if you want to do this."

"Oh yes. I like you, and I definitely can't wait to see you sucking my straight, macho boyfriend's cock."

"Great! Then let's go upstairs and get naked," Rob said motioning to the stairs.

There was no argument from Michelle or from me, and we headed up the stairs to their bedroom.

Bisexual Fiction: Driven by Desire (Part 1)

By: chicagobasil & Ryan Michaels

During a company-wide computer upgrade, all employees were required to attend a full day training course. Since the work still had to get done, and with the massive number of employees within the company, obviously everyone could not attend all at once, so the course was held every day over the period of one month. Each employee was given a date and time to attend, with a half dozen or so people from each department sent each day.

Today was the day I had to attend the training session, and I was not looking forward to it at all. My outlook changed, however, as soon as I walked into the classroom and found I was lucky enough to be put into a class with a really hot guy who worked in my department. While we didn't really know each other, other than to say hi if we passed each other during the work day, I had always noticed Rob and thought he was really sexy!

Rob was six-foot-two, with blond hair and blue eyes, a great chest, muscular arms, and an amazing ass; the kind of ass that was just made for fucking! Out of all the guys in my department, he was the hottest! Unfortunately, he had a girlfriend and was always flirting with the younger women in the department; not that I ever would have had a chance with him anyway, even if he wasn't straight.

The classroom was set up with rectangular type tables, with two computers on each. Rob ended up sitting next to me, probably because the other four from our department, who were women, had already paired up at tables and I was the only other person in the group that he recognized.

As the session dragged on, I found myself sneaking quick glances at the nice sized bulge in Rob's pants. It took all of my will power not to just reach over and start massaging it. As I took yet another glance, with Rob totally unaware of my peeping, he leaned back in his chair and casually spread his legs a little wider and rested his hand next to that impressive bulge.

As I continued to check out his package from the corner of my eye, I saw Rob turn his head in my direction. I turned my head to look at him and he was looking right at me, smiling; his eyes then dropped to his crotch and he gave it a squeeze. He looked at me again, smiled, and then lowered his eyes to my crotch. This action totally took me by surprise, but it didn't prevent me from immediately pushing my chair back a bit further so that he could get a good look at my bulge. I started to get hard right away, just from knowing he was looking at my crotch.

As I stared at his crotch, my mouth literally watering, I could see his dick poking at the front of his pants as if it was trying to escape. He had the beginnings of a hard-on going on, and it looked like it was going to be a pretty impressive one! It was a good thing we were sitting in the back of the class!

I starting moving my legs back and forth, squeezing my hard dick between my thighs. As I continued to open and close my legs, I eventually let my left leg touch his. Surprisingly, he pressed his leg into mine, too, and then started to lightly rub his hard dick through his pants; seeing this, I quickly started doing the same. I figured he was just as bored out of his mind as I was with the course being taught and was just goofing around to pass the time, but I wanted so badly for us to be rubbing each other's bulges instead!

It seemed like forever, but finally we were given a thirty minute break and Rob motioned towards the door, indicating he wanted me to follow. He headed down the hall, looking back over his shoulder to see if I was following just as he approached the men's room door. Could it be? Am I really going to get to fool around with the hottest guy in my department, who also happens to be straight? I thought.

Unfortunately, Rob turned his head back around and kept walking. I stopped in the hall with disappointment, as some other people from the course passed me by and began going into the men's and women's washrooms.

Realizing why Rob had continued down the hall, I started walking again to see where he had gone. I rounded a corner and caught a glimpse of him standing at the exit to a stairwell, holding the door open with his hand. When he saw me, he went through it, and I kept following. Lagging behind him, I ended up following him up two flights of stairs, but when I entered the corridor where I had seen him exit the stairwell, Rob was nowhere in sight.

I walked along the empty hall trying to find Rob as people were busy working away in their work areas. Looking down a corridor I was passing, I noticed a sign protruding from the wall above a door saying "Men" and figured that must be where Rob had disappeared to.

As I walked into the washroom, I was correct in my assumption and found Rob standing by the sink area in this less busy washroom. He started rubbing his crotch as soon as he knew it was me who had entered. I walked up to him rubbing my own crotch as well, and when we were right in front of each other we both immediately put our hands on the other's throbbing bulge.

Within seconds we had our pants unzipped and were stroking each other's hard cocks. My own cock was a good size, measuring seven inches when erect, and was of average thickness and was circumcised. Rob's cock, however, had mine beat, and was everything I had hoped it to be from the size of that promising bulge, and more, looking to be about nine inches in length, fatter than my own, and uncut.

As soon as I saw that big, fat, juicy piece of meat, I couldn't help myself, and, forgetting my surroundings, I started to drop to my knees so I could take his beautiful hard cock into my mouth. He grabbed me by the arm, though, stopping my descent to my knees, and motioned towards one of the toilet stalls. Just as we started walking towards it, we heard the first of the two sets of doors to the washroom open.

I darted into the stall and shut the door, waiting for whomever had just come in to use the facilities to finish and leave so I could wrap my lips around Rob's massive man-meat; I was so excited that I was slowly stroking my cock the whole time the other guy was taking a piss.

The unwanted visitor finally left and I opened the stall door so Rob could join me; unfortunately I found that I was all alone in the room. I was disappointed and cursing whomever had come in there and stolen my opportunity, but I was so fucking horny now, not to mention hard as a rock, that I ended up closing the stall door again so I could give my aching cock some relief!

With neither the time nor the desire for a leisurely stroke-session, my hand was a blur on my dick, when someone came in. I looked through the crack in the stall door to see if it was Rob returning, but it wasn't. By that point, though, after all the buildup earlier, I was too worked up to even care that someone else was in the washroom and I just kept on furiously beating my meat.

As horny as I was, and working my cock the way I was, I was ready to cum in no time, and, when I shot my load, as hard as I tried to keep quiet, I couldn't, and a few low moans escaped my lips. I heard the other guy laugh under his breath as he washed his hands. I couldn't believe I'd just shot my load in the public washroom at my work with another guy in the room, and that he had heard me cumming, but it was also kind of hot! I just wish Rob had stuck around so that I could have been sucking on his cock while I was jerking off and dumping my load!

After cleaning up all the evidence and washing my hands, I returned to the classroom. Rob leaned over to me and whispered, "Sorry man, I freaked a bit when that guy came in and I just bolted." That was the first time either of us had actually used spoken words to communicate.

"No problem, I had my own fun anyway," I whispered back with a smile on my face.

Rob smiled too, and, after taking a quick glance around the room, he planted his hand in his crotch, gave it a firm squeeze and said, "I guess my fun will have to wait until later." Even though I had just dropped a load minutes earlier, my cock began to stir as I began to wonder what might be in store for after class!

As soon as the course was over, everyone, including Rob, scrambled to get out of there. After eight hours in a boring class I could understand his wanting to get the hell out of there, but I'd thought his comment after the break meant that he was interested in meeting up with me afterwards to get that blowjob I had tried to give him earlier. I guess he had actually just meant that he was going to have to wait until later to jerk off, like I had informed him I had done during the break. Still, I figured he'd at least say something to me, even 'see you later' or something, but he didn't say a word or even look at me before bolting from the room. Needless to say, I was disappointed that I wasn't going to get to suck his cock like I had hoped, but I took some solace in the fact that I had at least gotten to see it, and even touch it; that alone was more than I'd ever dreamed of.

As I grabbed my course materials from the tabletop, there was a small piece of blank paper sitting on top of my course folder. I picked it up, and when I turned it over it read: If you want to finish what you started, meet me at Miller Park by the old shed right now. I quickly finished gathering my papers and, with that feeling of disappointment now being replaced by great excitement, I left the room to head to the park.

All Male Fiction: Secret Liaisons

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

I work for a wholesale distributor of particle board products. Not the most exciting work in the world, but the pay is decent, the benefits are good, and the employees are a pretty close-knit group. Everyone gets along really well, and we often socialize together outside of the office.

I spend my days behind a desk, managing customer accounts, and often have to coordinate the out-shipment of orders with the guys in the warehouse. Even though I'm glad I don't work in the warehouse, I love walking to the other end of our enormous building to meet with the logistics manager several times a day. Why? The answer is easy. I'm gay, and I enjoy checking out the guys who spend their days loading and unloading our trucks. You know the kinds of guys I'm talking about; those muscular guys with tattoos who've sweated through their shirts by ten in the morning, are constantly swapping crude, sexual jokes with each other, and drink a six-pack of beer every night before climbing on top of their girlfriends to grunt out a load.

Back in June, one of the girls I work with in the office invited me to attend an upcoming Metallica concert, along with several of our co-workers who were all planning to buy tickets. I have to admit, I'm not a big Metallica fan; in fact, I'm not a fan at all. I hate loud music, and the thought of being wedged in the middle of a huge, drunken crowd, listening to ear-splitting heavy metal, was just about the most horrible way to spend an evening that I could possibly imagine. But, I knew that everyone would party after, and I loved a good party, so I accepted her invitation.

Nine days later, I found myself wedged in the middle of a huge, drunken crowd, listening to ear-splitting heavy metal music.

After the concert, everyone went to Dan's house to party. Dan was our warehouse manager. There were seven of us altogether: Dan and his wife Amy, Jen, the girl from the office who had invited me, Todd and Darren, who both worked in the warehouse, Todd's girlfriend, Rachel, and of course myself. Everyone was pretty well messed up before we got there, then began doing shots of tequila together in the kitchen... while listening to even more Metallica on the CD player!

By the time three o'clock rolled around, the entire group was scattered around the living room, passed out in front of some infomercial playing on the TV. I had declined the tequila bottle, so I was still half awake as I sat, slouched on the couch next to Rachel, contemplating a much-needed trip down the long hallway to the bathroom.

A couple of minutes later I got myself up, and as I headed down the hall I could hear a woman whimpering in the last bedroom. The door was pushed almost shut, but open just a crack. It had to be Dan and Amy; that was their bedroom. They were both pretty drunk and probably didn't know the door hadn't latched shut, and must've thought everyone was asleep, or else they probably wouldn't have been fucking, or at least not making obvious sounds.

As I hesitated just outside the bathroom, it occurred to me that I'd seen Dan asleep in the recliner in the living room. Well, who the hell was it then? I tried to remember who had been missing from the living room, but my head was fuzzy from all the beer I'd consumed earlier in the evening. Unable to resist the temptation, I quietly crept down the hall to the door; I just had to know.

The lights weren't on in the bedroom, but with light from the hallway streaming into the room, I could see well enough. Whoever the girl was, it was pretty obvious she was getting a big one, and I nearly gasped out loud when I saw who was giving it to her - it was Darren!

Darren has been with the company since last summer and, unlike the majority of the other warehouse guys, he wasn't actually all that big and muscular, but more tall and lanky. Since the warehouse isn't air-conditioned, I've seen him working without a shirt during the summer, and I will say that he definitely has a hot body. He's very lean and firm, with just a hint of a six-pack, a nice patch of treasure trail hair, and several tattoos.

In the dimly lit bedroom, his naked body was lying on top of the girl as he eagerly humped his cock into her pussy from behind. She was lying flat on her stomach, with her ass slightly raised, and both of their legs were spread wide, giving me a perfect view of his thick, hard shaft as it pumped in and out of the wet hole between her legs. After every three or four thrusts he'd pause, pushing it all the way in, causing her to moan as she got his entire length. God, it was big, and he was giving it to her good!

My cock sprang to life inside my pants as I watched, and it wasn't long before I had to adjust it. Just as I was about to turn and hit the bathroom, where I could jack off while I listened, Darren shoved his cock deep, burying it just as far as he could. The girl squealed, lifting her head off the bed, and I nearly fell over when I realized it was Amy, Dan's wife, getting that big cock!

My god! Dan was just twenty feet away, snoring softly in the living room, while his wife was in their bed getting herself a good fuck from one of his warehouse boys! Without even realizing what I was doing, I suddenly found myself with my pants unzipped, gently stroking my horny cock as I watched Darren pounding away on top of his boss's wife.

After making her moan a few more times, he suddenly lifted off her, pulling his cock out, and I watched as he began pumping his big, stiff dick with his hand until it spurted several long, thick streams of cum all over her back. That's all it took for me. With a low, involuntary groan, I felt my balls release their load as a huge gush of cum suddenly flooded the hand I held beneath my cock. Fuck, it felt good.

In that same instant, hearing a groan behind him, Darren shot a brief look over his shoulder at the door. I quickly shrank back against the wall, silently praying that he hadn't seen me as I made my way to the bathroom, slipped inside, and quietly closed the door.

I stayed in that bathroom for about ten minutes, and by the time I quietly opened the door and peeked into the hallway, the house was silent. I quickly slipped down the hall and made my escape through a door in the kitchen.

Fortunately, the concert took place on a Friday night, which gave me all weekend to recover before having to face Darren again at work on Monday. To my surprise, he didn't so much as even glance in my direction when I had to visit the warehouse that day and speak with Dan about an outbound shipment. Perhaps he hadn't seen me after all. I was sure he knew someone was there, but maybe he hadn't been able to tell who it was. Actually, as long as it wasn't Dan, he probably didn't care.

As I nonchalantly watched him work, I wondered just how long he'd been servicing Amy with his big equipment. Had that been the very first time, or had he been slipping over to the house regularly when Dan wasn't home to make her whimper from his big cock? Returning to the office, I resigned myself to the fact that I would more than likely never know.

On the following Thursday, my car broke down at work. It was shortly after five o'clock, and my sorry little Mazda had decided it just didn't feel like driving home that night. As I sat there, coaxing it into turning over, getting more and more frustrated by the second, Dan and Darren came walking across the parking lot together, heading for their cars. A few minutes later, seeing that I was having car trouble, they came over to assist and were soon both poking around under the hood, trying to help get it started.

Once it finally turned over, I was surprised when Darren offered to follow me in his car, just to make sure I made it all the way home.

When we arrived at the parking lot of my apartment complex, he pulled into the parking spot next to mine, waved, and smiled. I thought he was going to drive off, but he simply sat there as I got out of my car and locked the door. Not exactly sure what he was waiting for, I leaned down on the passenger door of his car in front of the open window to thank him for seeing that I made it home okay. I was surprised when he grinned and said, "I was kinda hoping you were gonna thank me with a beer."

A few minutes later we were sitting in my living room, having a beer together while we enjoyed the coolness of the air conditioning. Being mid-June, it was unbelievably hot and humid, and Darren's hair was soaking wet and stuck to his head from working in the heat all day. He was wearing a white, sleeveless "Counting Crows" t-shirt, and a pair of old, faded blue jeans with a large, frayed hole on his inner left thigh. As much as I tried, I just couldn't keep my eyes off that hole. Although I fought to push the thought out of my head, I kept finding myself hoping for a brief glimpse of the long dick that I knew was tucked inside those dirty, thread-worn jeans.

I didn't know for sure if he'd caught me looking, or if he simply did it on impulse, but he dropped back against the couch with a long, tired sigh and began casually fingering the hole in his jeans as he swigged on his beer and took in his surroundings.

I was nervously chattering away about nothing of importance while picturing him thrusting his big cock into Amy, when he looked over and said, "Can I ask you something?"

Surprised by his sudden question, I shot back, "Sure."

Straight Fiction: Working Overtime

By: billy_strokes

I spent the majority of my day distracted from my work, in a state of constant arousal, and it was entirely her fault. She was a new girl at the office and it was her first day, and she was hot! Because of that distraction I was now stuck at the office working overtime.

I don't know if it was because I was exceptionally horny or what, but everything about this new employee made me want to cum. Every time she walked by I couldn't stop staring at her boots and thinking they screamed "Fuck Me!" When I walked by her desk at one point, she had dropped something while setting up her cubicle and she was kneeling beneath it, on her knees, with her ass in the air, and I thought I was going to bust a nut right then and there. I was practically crazy from lust.

I spent most of the day gently massaging myself through my pants between phone calls and assignments. Every time someone walked by I had to quickly move my hand away so I wouldn't get caught. Every time she walked by, even after removing my hand, I was still afraid that I would leave a huge cum stain on the front of my pants. Eventually, in the later part of the afternoon, I moved to the boardroom to hopefully keep me focused.

Moving to the boardroom did keep me more focused, slightly, but I was still extremely horny and thinking of her. Finally, the day was over for everyone else, and I waited to hear the outside door close after the last person left, and then I practically ripped my pants open to relieve my pent-up cravings. It wasn't like I had ever done that at work before, but I still had a couple of hours of work to catch up on, and I would never be able to concentrate if I did not take care of myself, I knew that.

Leaning back in my chair I got comfortable and began gently stroking myself. I was thinking back to the new girl on her knees beneath her desk. I imagined her gently sliding her lips up and down on my dick. My fingers gently caressed my shaft, sliding up and down, and occasionally circled around the edge of the head. The sensations raced throughout my entire pelvis, my balls swelled and I squeezed the muscles of my ass. My hips slid back and forth in my chair as I pretended I was pumping in and out of her luscious mouth. I could feel the pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock, down onto my fingers, lubricating me further and making the sensations even greater.

It wasn't long before I felt myself getting close. I didn't want to cum on my dress shirt and tie, so I stood up to shoot on the boardroom table. Now standing, I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and pumped myself toward the orgasm that had been building all day. I could feel my dick twitch in my hand and feel my balls begin to tighten. I was about to spew a massive load of cum the table as I imagined it to be her face.

Suddenly I was yanked from my fantasy, hearing someone calling my name to see if I was still there. Before I could get my hand off of my dick, let alone put it away, she was standing in the doorway. She was in mid-sentence, saying something about forgetting her cell phone after an earlier orientation meeting, when she stopped dead in her tracks.

All Male Fiction: The Night Caller

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com

 

 

 

Jake and I first met when he came to work at my office a little over ten months ago. The fact that he was an extremely handsome and masculine man was obvious to everyone, even if he never overtly impressed it upon another, even casually, and his overbearing masculinity made it difficult for me to conceal my obvious weakness for his sexual charm. It didn't help that part of his job overlapped with mine and we met at my cramped cubicle once or twice every day, where he would assist me in my editing task.

He didn't speak much when we were working together in my small cubicle, nor did he ever give me a second look or talk much when we were each working on our own. But I did eventually learn that he was twenty-seven, had been married for some six years, and had two children; a five year old daughter and a two year old son.

All that I had learned about his life and quiet personality only confirmed my conviction that he was this wasted piece of manhood who would live the conventional married lifestyle of marrying young, producing his share of offspring, and spending his life working hard to support them, while eventually, in the end, being labeled as the ideal husband and an exemplary father who had been a good provider to his family.

Even so, I couldn't help the desire I felt, and the last ten months had been tortuous. Every single time he came to my cubicle that desire boiled and bordered on the danger of his being molested by me. My energies became more focused on the task of keeping my emotions under control whenever I was around him rather than on my actual work.

Eventually I got used to the fact that Jake was straighter than a flagpole, although to have a man of one's dreams so close at hand and yet not be able to make a move was about the most unfair and inhuman punishment I could think possible. But such is life, and as much as he got me hot still, I somehow managed to maintain a strictly professional relationship with him at all times, as I always had, and as he always had with me… or so I thought!

It was a Friday, and as I got to my car I realized that I had left my flash drive in my office. I would need it, as I had a bit of work to catch up on before Monday, so I headed back inside to retrieve it. I had worked about half an hour past quitting time, so the place was empty, or so I assumed.

While approaching Jake's cubicle on my way to my own, I heard whispers and, as I came to pass the side of it, I heard him more clearly and stopped dead in my tracks, with my mouth gaping. What I was hearing was a whispered, shockingly explicit, sexual conversation between Jake and some unknown person on the telephone. There seemed to be an element of something remotely familiar in what I heard.

Unaware of my presence on the scene, I heard Jake make out sexual whispers to the other person, and then it dawned on me that the standard phraseology of his conversation was something akin to what I had masturbated to last night, and most every night before that for months now.

For a moment I felt my ears warm up and my knees weaken, and then there was a flash in my mind, and I realized that I had been talking with him for the past many months without even the slightest suspicion that he was the secret admirer who had haunted many of my nights with his mysteriously dirty calls that drove me to jerk myself off passionately.

As if to confirm that he was my secret caller, I heard him say, "I wanna suck your cock," which is how the night caller, as I had dubbed my mysterious caller, always started his conversation with me.

That familiar, masculine, gruff voice that I knew so well confirmed my suspicions, and I immediately hatched a plan. I quietly snuck over to my cubicle, grabbed my flash drive and then very quietly left and headed back to my car.

Sure enough, later that night, the phone rang at the usual time, just like clockwork. "I wanna suck your cock," the 'voice' said when I answered.

"Mmm, I'd love that," I moaned.

"Are you naked?" the 'voice' asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Are you touching your cock?"

"Oh yeah," I breathed.

"Is it hard?"

"Rock hard! Is yours?"

"Yes, and I'm touching mine too. You gonna let me suck that hard dick?" the 'voice' asked.

"Fuck yeah, I'm gonna let you suck it!"

"Mmm, yeah," the 'voice' moaned. "I'm running my tongue in circles on your balls. Now I'm running the tip of my tongue slowly up your shaft to your cockhead. I'm taking the head in my mouth and now I'm sliding my mouth down over the shaft. I'm going lower and lower, taking your entire cock right down to the…"

"Why don't you come over and do that for real," I said interrupting him, putting my devilish plan into gear.

"Huh?" the 'voice' responded in surprise.

"You heard me. You've been calling almost every night for months now, describing how you'd do it, so why don't you do it for real," I said.

"Well I… uh… I'm really more into just getting a quick load off on the phone with a stranger before bed. That's why I always call at this time, so I can get off with you before I go to sleep."

"Well getting off with a guy on the phone is fun, but after so many months of all the teasing, I really, really want to have you do it for real."

"I can't," the 'voice' said sounding very nervous. "I'm married and have to be discreet, and only hook up with guys that I meet in places like public restrooms and stuff. You know, just some quick, anonymous action, knowing I will never see them again."

Of course, I knew why he was so hesitant. He had no idea that I knew it was him on the other end of the phone, and if he came over, then he would have to reveal his identity to me, along with his secret: that he liked to suck dick. If that happened, I'm sure he'd be worried I might tell some people around the office and then it might get back to his wife. However, I had already fully planned for the likelihood that he might not want to come over and reveal himself to me, and so I put that part of my plan into motion.

"Hey I understand," I said. "But I really want a real blowjob, not just a spoken one, and I want you to do it, so, tell you what, to make things easier, why don't we do this? I will give you my address and leave my front door unlocked. I'll tell you on the phone how to find my bedroom, where you will find me on my bed, totally naked, with a throbbing hard-on, and a pillowcase over my head. You just walk in, suck my dick, make me cum, and then just take off. That way you get the opportunity to get some cock, and I get a hot blowjob, without either of us being able to see who the other is, so it will be totally anonymous."

"Um, that could work," he said.

"Great!" I said excitedly, a broad smile forming across my face, and my cock achingly hard at the realization that my plan was actually working, and that I was actually going to get to have sex with Jake. "You got a pen and paper to write down my address and directions?"

"Hold on," he said.

When he came back, I gave him my address, directions on how to get to my house, and directions on how to get from the front door to my bedroom.

All Male Fiction: I Spy (Part 1)

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

Eric slipped into Coach Anson's office at the back of the boys' high school locker room. Eric, who was five-nine, weighed one hundred and sixty-five pounds, with dark hair, and brown eyes, and who was muscular and fit and had a bubble butt was one of Southfield High's up-and-coming athletes. He had just turned eighteen and, like most guys his age, was horny all the time. Which is why he was in Coach Anson's office snooping around. He was looking for the key to the Coach's desk. Rumors abounded that the Coach kept porno magazines locked in the bottom drawer, and Eric desperately needed to get off right then and wanted to go into a stall and pump out a load of sperm while looking at porn.

Before he had managed to locate the key, though, Eric suddenly heard voices entering the locker room. It sounded like two voices - a man and a woman – and as the voices got closer, with no way to escape without being seen, Eric ducked inside a locker housed inside Coach Anson's office that held the Coach's clothes as well as some personal hygiene products on the top shelf.

Looking through the slats in the locker door, Eric recognized Mr. Diego, along with a sexy young brunette woman he hadn't ever seen before as they entered Coach Anson's office.

Mr. Diego was Eric's geometry teacher, but to everyone else, he was "Alex." Alex was in his mid-twenties and made all the girls at Southfield swoon. He was Hispanic and handsome, stood five foot eleven, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a muscular frame that rippled when he walked. The cut of his pants showed off every finely sculpted muscle of his ass, and his arms and chest popped out of his short-sleeved polo shirts.

As Alex and the young woman entered Coach Anson's office, Alex's hand was wrapped around the young woman's ass. They were laughing and hanging on each other. Then Alex spoke. "We'll have some privacy in here."

The young woman replied with a smile and her hand reached around Alex's sturdy torso and cupped his luscious ass firmly. Her hand then darted back to the front of Alex's pants and began unbuckling his belt. Eric watched as they began to undress, standing only ten feet away from his hideout in the locker.

Alex's pants dropped to the floor. He was not wearing any underwear, and his cock, which was fat and uncut, was semi-aroused already, jutting out slightly. She handled Alex's cock as he reached to unzip her skirt, and Alex's cock became harder and thicker as she played with it, and got rock hard in no time. Alex's cock wasn't only thick, it was also pretty long. It had to be at least eight inches.

Alex hiked up her skirt over her abdomen and turned her around and bent her over Coach Anson's desk. She was now facing away from the locker, but Alex blocked her view from Eric when he came up close behind her. His ass cheeks faced Eric; they were hairless and bronzed. They hung like cantaloupes, tight and bouncy at the same time.

The next thing Eric witnessed from his hiding spot was Alex entering the young woman from behind. Alex slipped inside skillfully and began to buck faster and faster, holding onto her shoulders for support. He then grabbed her hips and fucked her harder and harder.

Alex's bucking quickened and then he withdrew as he began to cum. Eric soon saw Alex's cum running down her leg. Alex stepped aside and trailed his finger through the little rivers of cum, drawing his finger upwards, and then inserted his cum-coated finger into her mouth. He smiled and whispered, "Just want to leave you something to remember me by."

With that, Alex and the young woman quickly dressed and moved towards the door of Coach Anson's office. They were both stunned when they realized Coach Anson had been standing there quietly for several minutes, observing their fuck session. Eric had been so involved in watching Alex and the woman fucking that he hadn't heard or noticed the Coach come up to the door, either.

Alex, the woman, and Eric all stood silently looking at the coach, wondering what was going to happen next as he eyed both of them.

After an awkward pause, Alex spoke first. "Hey, Coach, didn't see you standing there."

Coach Anson motioned for the young woman to leave, and she scrambled through the door, but his arm moved across the doorframe and blocked Alex's path when he moved to follow her out.

Coach Anson was in his mid-thirties, with dark blond hair and brown eyes, stood five-ten, and weighed about one hundred and ninety pounds. He was fit and built; his hairy muscular forearms stretching the arms of his light-colored t-shirt, his bulging pecs straining the thin t-shirt across his chest. Coach Anson's ass was a muscular silhouette filling out his navy track pants. He was pumped like he'd just completed a strenuous workout.

Coach Anson retorted, "That's because you were too busy banging that chick. How many times do I have to come in here to find you slamming your meat into one of the substitute teachers?"

"Just trying to make her feel welcome," Alex joked trying to break the tension, moving backward as Coach Anson stepped forward.

Coach Anson followed as Alex backed toward his desk and spoke sternly, "I already caught you in here once this week, and once a couple of weeks ago." He then asked, "What did I say, Diego?" as the back of Alex's legs bumped into Coach Anson's desk.

Alex thought for a moment, his face showing a thought crossing his mind. He didn't say a word.

Coach Anson followed up. "I said, I would teach you to keep your dick in your pants, and I guess that's what it's come down to."

Eric watched in awe as Coach Anson swiftly grabbed Alex's left hand and twisted it behind Alex's muscled back. Alex tried to squirm away but was trapped. Coach Anson wrenched Alex's hand tighter against his back until Eric could see the pain visible on his face.

Alex winced and breathed in quickly, whispering, "What do you want, Coach?"

Coach Anson kept Alex's left hand pinned while his free hand reached around Alex's waist and undid Alex's belt. With one swift move, Alex's pants fell to the ground again, exposing his soft cock and naked ass.

All Male Fiction: The Staff Party

By: canoehead & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

After I graduated from high school, I decided I didn't want to go to college. It wasn't that I couldn't get in - I had gotten decent grades – or that my parents couldn't afford it. I was just never very fond of school and had no interest in seeking higher education. I preferred to learn on the job.

After several minimum wage jobs, I landed a job with a big company. My high school buddy, Nathan, had gotten hired there about six months prior and had told me they were hiring again. I dropped off my resume and ended up getting one of the available jobs. It was an entry-level position (as was Nathan's job. We actually worked in the same department) but it paid way more than minimum wage and there was the opportunity to learn and move up in the company over time.

Tonight the company was having a party for the staff. The company had recently taken over another company and the party was a way of thanking the staff for all of their hard work during the acquisition. It was a dry event, and, at twenty, both Nathan and I were underage by a year anyway, so the two of us would sneak down to the locker room every hour or so to drink some beer we had hidden in our lockers.

Our workplace provided workout facilities for the staff and we had a great locker room to go with it - showers, and a sauna – which afforded lots of opportunities to see my co-workers naked. Nothing ever happened, though. This was a professional workplace and most of the other male employees were much older than Nathan and me. There were some who were in their late twenties and thirties, but most were in their forties and fifties. In fact, Nathan and I were the youngest guys working there. Still, I got to see a lot of nice cocks and asses - older, younger, it didn't matter.

Nathan and I had never done anything sexual together. In fact, he had a reputation for his experiences with the ladies. And, having seen him naked many times, I can see why. He was solid, muscular, and had a long, fat cock.

On our fourth trip down to the locker room, we were enjoying another beer and Nathan was telling me about one of our female co-workers, Lisa, with whom he had hooked up. Nathan was leaning against the lockers and I was sitting on the bench about five feet away from him as he told me what they had done together in bed and how he'd nicknamed her the 'screamer'.

We both laughed as he told of her screaming when he fucked her, and then I tried to mimic her getting fucked by Nathan: "Fuck me, Nathan. Yeah, c'mon, give me that big diiiiiiick…" I squealed the word dick and then I covered my mouth with my hand and let out a scream into it.

Nathan was laughing at my imitation and said, "Yeah, take it, bitch, take my big fuckin' cock!"

I stopped screaming into my hand when he said that and snuck at look at his crotch. Nathan looked like he had started to get boned up. Not even noticing where my eyes were, his hand fell to his crotch and he rubbed it through his pants and said, "Man, I need to get laid tonight! I am so horny!"

It had been a while since I'd had sex too, so I rubbed myself as well and said, "I hear you, man."

We both got kind of quiet as we continued to casually rub ourselves through our pants. Nathan's gaze stayed affixed upon his own crotch while mine stole glances at his as well.

A few moments later, Nathan broke the silence. "You want to jerk off together before we go back up?" he asked rather casually. "I gotta drop a load so bad."

There was nothing I wanted more than for that to happen, to see Nathan's cock, to see it rock hard, to see him cumming, but I didn't want to sound too excited by the idea so I decided to just respond as casually as he had asked the question, making sure to put it on him, his idea. "Sure, I mean, I'm pretty horny, too. So, if you really want to, then I guess I'd be cool with it."

Nathan didn't respond, verbally anyway. He just pulled down his zipper, whipped out his cock, and began pumping it.

"Oh. You want to get off right here, both of us, in front of each other?"

Nathan nodded. "Unless you're too chicken shit. But if you are, I'm gonna think you have a small dick and you just don't want me to see it," he laughed, taunting me.

"Fuck, I don't care if you see mine. I just never thought about jerking off with another guy before," I lied.

"Yeah, me neither," Nathan said. "And I probably would never do something like this with any other guy, just you, because you’re a good friend and I know you won't tell anyone… and because I'm so horny, had a few beers, and just don't wanna get up right now," he finished with a laugh.

"Yeah, same here," I said and pulled out my own cock and began stroking it.

For all the times we'd hung out naked in the change room during high school and the locker room at work just talking, or in the showers, it didn't seem awkward at all.

As he jerked, he leaned his head back against the locker and closed his eyes, affording me the opportunity to take a good look at his cock as he was pulling on it. It went from semi-hard to fully hard pretty quickly. "Holy shit!" I said. "No wonder Lisa screamed when you put that in her!"

Nathan opened his eyes and lifted his head. He had a big grin on his face. "Yeah," he said, "it is pretty big."

"Pretty big? It's huge!"

Nathan's grin got wider. It was a proud grin. And then he looked at my hard cock. "Yours is a decent size, too."

"Decent? Next to yours, I'm tiny."

"Well, next to mine, yeah, yours does look kinda small, but you're definitely not tiny. How many inches you got?"

"Six," I said. "How many you got?"

"Nine-and-half," Nathan said, that proud grin returning again.

The entire conversation about our cock sizes combined with watching Nathan stroke his huge cock had me close to cumming, and I didn't want to cum yet, not so soon, not that quickly in front of my buddy, and, I wanted to cum watching Nathan's big cock squirt. So I looked away, closed my eyes, and kept jerking.

A minute or so later I heard movement from Nathan and opened my eyes to find him stripping completely naked, and then he moved to stand right in front of me with his big, pre-cum oozing, rock-hard cock inches away from my face.

All Male Fiction: Bomb Threat

By: Tommyhawk1

 

 

 

I was standing by Tom when the store's phone rang just after closing. He gave a sigh, looked at me, and said, "Guess I'd better take that." One of the problems of being the store manager was in having to go above and beyond the call of duty... and of the time clock.

He took the steps into the little cubby which was the store customer service area. As he did, I watched the butt in those tight pants he had on. God, what a gorgeous ass this guy had on him! I wanted to peel him out of those pants like peeling a grape, drop down and dive into those buns with my face, probing into his deep little crevice with my tongue!

The best way to describe Tom would be "delicious." An odd adjective when applied to a person, but he has this thin-stranded shock of black hair on his head, a square face, more cute than handsome, and a body that wasn't over-muscled but nicely defined. Sort of a marvelous compact package of masculinity you wanted to just eat up. Like I said, delicious!

"Carver's Grocers," Tom answered the phone.

"Hey don't block the time clock!" Gregg said to me.

"Sorry!" I said, stepping to one side. Gregg was a big black dude. He'd never tried to intimidate me per se, but he was pretty intimidating just the same without threats. When you're big, strong, muscled, and tough-looking like Gregg, you intimidate with a single look!

"Got to get out of here. Got a pretty young thing waiting for me to come rock her world," Gregg bragged as he punched his time card.

"You always have a cute young thing waiting for you," Marvin said right behind him.

"More than you'll ever get," Gregg agreed. "What are your plans for the night?"

"Given it's now ten o'clock at night, I'm ready for bed. Some of us have to work for a living." Marvin punched his own time card.

Marvin was an eighteen-year-old fresh-faced, blond-haired, sturdy hunk, who was going to be starting college next week. Where Tom was "delicious," Marvin was more like "Yummy!"

Gregg ran the checkout while Marvin was the bagger. Me, I was the stock boy, and Marvin and Tom helped me out from time to time. That was how our little small-town store held together. We stayed open until ten, but customers were thin after about eight o'clock.

"I'm out of here," Gregg declared.

"Wait!" Tom said to him and us.

"Wait for what?" Gregg asked, sounding disgusted at the delay.

Tom was still on the phone. "Yes, there's only the four of us in the store," he said, which was followed by a slight pause, and then he said, "I've already locked the front door."

"What is this?" Marvin asked, beating me to the punch by a half-second.

"I've already locked the safe; it won't open again until eight o'clock tomorrow morning. I've got what's in the register, maybe a hundred dollars."

"Tom?" I said questioningly.

Tom looked at us and the look in those eyes was haunted. "What do you want us to do now?" he asked. "No, I haven't called the police… Okay, I won't let anyone leave. Can I tell them why?"

Tom apparently got the go-ahead from the phone, for he looked at us and said, "Caller on the phone says he's got a bomb in the store… And he's watching us all right now... We make one move he doesn't want and he'll trigger the bomb," with pauses in his sentences, as the caller was telling him what to say.

"Shit!" Gregg exclaimed, but it was more like a prayer than a curse.

"Oh, man, oh, man!" Marvin moaned.

"Tom?" I said again. "Are you sure he's watching us?" I looked around. A desk calendar was on Tom's desk, and I picked it up. "Ask him what I'm holding in my hand," I said. "If he can't tell us, he's bluffing. And if he's bluffing about seeing us, he's probably bluffing about the bomb, too."

Tom thought about it, then nodded. "Prove you're watching us. What does Felix have in his hand right now?" he said to the caller.

I held it up high enough to be seen from outside, or any camera.

That haunted look returned as Tom said, "He's watching us," and nodded to me soberly.

"Shit!" Gregg said again.

"Oh, man, oh man, oh man, oh man!" Marvin groaned.

"Look, let the others go," Tom offered. "I'll stay here and unlock the safe for you in the morning and hand over the entire amount, nearly a thousand dollars."

I looked at Tom with new eyes. He was ready to play hostage to save us! It didn't work, but I loved him more for it anyway.

"Okay, what do you want from us, then?" Tom went on, desperately. "We don't have a lot of money. This is a small town and we make deposits every afternoon. A thousand is all we have, plus what's in the register."

He listened to the man on the phone in silence for some time. "I can't do that!" he said, scandalized. Pause. "Come on, we're not like that. These are my employees and my friends. You can't ask me to..."

Another long silence. "Is that all you want of us? Not the money? Just that?"

"Just what?" Gregg demanded.

"Oh man, oh man, oh man!" Marvin went on. I would have been annoyed with Marvin if I hadn't been so damned scared myself. If he needed to say "Oh, man!" over and over in lieu of screaming, I could deal with it.

"What does he want?" I asked.

"Guys," Tom said to us, and paused, gulped hard, and then continued, "He wants us to put on a show for him."

"What kind of show?" Gregg asked.

"He wants us to... to… do it... with each other."

"Do what?" Marvin asked. 

 

Gregg got it first. "He wants us to screw each other?"

Tom nodded. "Yeah, that's about it. Only he gets to pick who does what, and with whom."

"I'm not doing that!" Gregg proclaimed.

"Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man!"

"Will you cut that shit out!" Gregg snarled.

"What all is he expecting us to do?" I asked.

Tom relayed the question into the phone and then listened, his eyes growing wider. "Felix, he wants us all to… fuck you."

"Me?" I yelped.