Exploring My True Self

Getting back to work was rough and took a lot of effort. We had a great weekend, but I was wiped out. Thank god for coffee and a coffee shop on every corner of Phoenix. I powered through my morning team meeting and my weekly meeting with Bill. The rest of the day was spent ramping up to take on our new accounts. This would pretty much be my life until we took over in a couple of weeks. Today it was interviews and more planning.

I met with Katie’s first two candidates, the third was coming from New York and couldn’t get here until Wednesday. The first candidate scared the shit out of me. She looked incredible on paper but her abrupt personality and bombastic style would rub our internal team the wrong way, not to mention Jordan’s team. Katie had met with her first and pretty much nixed her before she sent her to meet with me. She just wasn’t going to fit.

Then there was Marilee. I liked her a lot, but she was a little green. She only had four years of experience and we were looking for someone a little more senior. Katie warned me about her lack of experience up front, but she had a great reputation and understood the hospitality industry inside and out. She wasn’t ready for this position, but there was definitely a place for her on the team. That still left our key position open. Kate was going to keep sifting through resumes, but we had high hopes for Charles on Wednesday.

I got home about 8:00. Randy was there waiting for me with dinner keeping warm in the oven. He had brought his first couple of boxes over and already unpacked them. It was mostly clothes and kitchen stuff. He’d been bitching about my lack of kitchen gadgets ever since the first time he made me dinner.

“Hey, I’m just moving your shit around to find places for mine. Is that cool, or is anything off limits?” He said as I walked in the door.

“Put it wherever it fits, I’ll find it later Just don’t throw anything out without telling me. I’m so excited that you’re moving in” I said walking over to hug him from behind as he sat on the floor unpacking boxes. Then kissed him on the top of his head “this feels so right.”

I ate dinner and went to bed early, I was still tired from the weekend and had another long day tomorrow (and pretty much every day for the foreseeable future). Randy stayed up to unpack a little more and then snuck into bed naked behind me and spooned me. It was so perfect, I loved falling asleep with him holding me and waking up with him next to me.

Tuesday was more of the same. Crazy work day and home late to Randy unpacking. Then, early to bed in Randy’s arms. I was worried I was neglecting him, but he made it clear that he understood work had to come first for a while. Besides, he was busy with work too and content spending his nights moving in. He told me not to give it a second thought, he’d be fine on his own. God, I love him.

On Wednesday we interviewed Charles. Charles was originally from Phoenix and had worked for one of our competitors until he moved to New York a couple of years ago. He wasn’t loving it there, missed his family and was ready to move back. A couple of my colleagues knew him and recommended we meet.

He was a charming guy albeit a bit cocky and a bit of a nerd. The contrast made him interesting. He wore a plaid bowtie that accentuated his perfectly tailored suit. It was pretty obvious that he had a beautifully sculpted body under there. His skin was perfectly tanned, with a head full of sandy blond curls and bright green eyes that were hard to ignore, he was a beautiful man. More importantly, his background and experience were a perfect fit. He was in town for the night and heading back to New York on late Thursday, so we had planned on meeting with him before he left to put an offer on the table.

I was so excited when I finally got home that I rambled non-stop about Charles. Randy was happy we were finally getting some help. Unfortunately, it’d be a couple of weeks before we could get him on board, so I’d still be pulling late nights for a while. But, it was Wednesday night and time for our first Zoom call with Matty and Jeff. We spent most of the call getting updates on Jeff’s situation. It was weird. He hadn’t heard much of anything from Sarah since we left. She texted him to dutifully check on the kids once or twice but didn’t make any attempts to see them or try to talk to him about arranging visitation. She didn’t even attempt to come get any of her things, and he didn’t even think she had a lawyer yet. She was basically just ignoring the situation. Jeff had been in touch with Annie daily and she had pretty much the same experience with Ron. They suspected that the couple took off and was in hiding somewhere far away. The rumor mill was in full force and they were the talk of the church. Jeff’s parents were retired and staying with him to help with the boys. He seemed to be in great spirits.

Before we ended the call, we told them we were moving in together. They were genuinely happy for us. It was a good call and we said goodbye until next week.

Thursday went great. Charles accepted our offer and agreed to start in two weeks. Unfortunately, meeting with Charles and working with HR to get everything set up took several hours out of my day which meant I would be there until at least 10:00. I texted Randy to update him. About 8:30 he texted me that he was in front of my building. I went downstairs to let him in and there he stood holding dinner from our favorite sushi place. The office was empty except for me so he came back upstairs, and we ate together at my desk. He caught me up on his week so far since we really hadn’t talked much.

He had opened up an investment account for me with my bonus check. He also set up a joint account for us where he planned on depositing the money he was currently paying for rent every month once his lease was up. His big news was the he was up for a pretty massive promotion that would mean a lot more money and open up great future opportunities for him. Things were going well for us both.

After about a half hour I got up to use the bathroom down the hall. The place was eerily silent. I went in and stood at one of the six urinals against the wall to my right. I finished relieving myself and went over to the sinks to wash my hands. As I was finishing up, I heard the door open and suddenly the lights went out. “Hello?” Is somebody in here?” I asked. It was pitch dark, I couldn’t even see myself in the mirror. Suddenly someone came up behind me, I felt hot breath on my neck as a hand reached around and firmly grabbed my crotch, squeezing and kneading my cock.

“Just me, stud” Whispered Randy’s throaty voice in my ear. “I think your ass misses my dick” He whispered seductively into my ear as he reached around and unbuckled my pants and pulled down my zipper. The clang of my belt buckle as my pants hit the floor echoed throughout the tiled bathroom. Randy immediately pulled my boxer briefs down in one swift move until they were wrapped around my ankles. He had one hand around my waist and the other was pulling my head back against his lips and he inserted his tongue into my ear as he leaned forward bending me over the countertop. I could feel the cold marble on my abs, penetrating my button down shirt.

He moved his hand from my waist to my ass, teasing my hole with his fingers. He let go of my head with his other hand then lowered himself behind me, licking my from my neck, down my back, and into my ass trench. It seemed like an eternity before his tongue finally met my hairless, pink pucker. “I fucking love the taste of your hole” he breathed as he tried to push his tongue into me. I let out a deep moan and pushed my ass back to meet him. Suddenly he smacked my ass hard and it echoed through the cavernous darkness. He did it again. It was rough and primal, and the pain mixed with the pleasure his tongue was giving me had my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I reached back pulling his face deep into me.

He spit on my hole then inserted a finger, then two “There is no way in hell you’re fucking me in here,” I said, my voice piercing the darkness.

Randy snickered and said, “There’s no way in hell I’m NOT fucking you in here.” I heard him fumbling with his own belt and then the “clang” as it hit the floor. Then I heard him spit into his hand and start lubing up his cock. He rubbed the spongy head up and down my ass trench letting it touch my hole each time it passed.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck” I moaned in a deep, guttural whisper “You’re right. My as DID miss this. Oh yeah, put that cock in me, babe” He put his tongue back into me ear and I could actually feel his smile on the side of my face. He was loving this. He pushed his head against my sphincter and it opened to welcome him in. Randy pushed further, slowly, but steadily. Halfway-in, he pulled out until just the head was in me. Then back in. all the way. I felt every wonderful inch, vein and curve of his now familiar cock. He was plunging in hard and fast and pulling out slowly letting me feel every sensation.

It was so incredibly dark that it felt like the world didn’t exist. There was no atmosphere to distract us and every little sound was amplified to the Nth degree. The dankness of it all intensified the passion.

There’s something indescribable about being taken roughly by someone you love. The combination of tenderness and raw animal lust can transport you to another dimension.

Randy kept pumping into me harder and harder. As the passion mounted, he leaned forward and breathed into my ear “I’m in you, I’m cumming in you… I’m breeding you… you’re all fucking mine.” His words inflamed me. I pushed back hard meeting his every thrust, my ass slapping against his pubic bone every time making a loud, echoing “SLAP” that filled the air, competing with my moans of pleasure. I felt his warm jism filling my manhole as my own orgasm left my heavy balls and landed on the tiled floor.

Randy buried his face in my neck as we stood there with me bent over the counter, Randy collapsed on my back, and both of us panting like thirsty animals. We were out of breath and our shirts were covered in sweat as we reveled in the dirty intimacy of what we just did.

After a few minutes we regained our composure and pulled our pants back up. Randy felt his way back to the light switch and flipped it back on. The brightness was blinding. We looked at each other with huge grins on our faces. I cleaned up the mess on the floor with some paper towels and we headed into the hallway back toward my office. We finished dinner and Randy went home so I could finish up for the night. I got home about an hour behind him and we went to bed, him spooning me.

This was our life for a few weeks as I spent most of my nights at the office bringing the new hires up to speed and turning us all into a well-oiled machine. We had our first creative presentation to Jordan’s team coming up in Vegas and we were going to knock it out of the ballpark.

Randy was above and beyond the perfect partner. He pretty much finished moving in except for the bigger items which we were going to move together on a weekend with a UHaul. He supported my late nights by bringing me dinner every couple of days.

It was a Friday night. Our big presentation was coming up on Tuesday and I would be in Vegas for a couple of days. The team decided to work late that night so we could take the weekend off and relax before our trip.

It was about 8:00, Charles was sitting at my desk with his bowtie undone and the first couple buttons of his shirt open, and I was leaning over his should looking at the presentation on his computer screen. We’d been in this position for a couple of hours as we tweaked and perfected our masterpiece. Katie came in with a couple of food containers and said, “Randy asked me to give this to you.”

“Thanks. Is he coming up?” I asked

“I met him in the hallway as he was leaving, I thought he was already up here,” she said.

That’s weird, why would he leave without stopping in. He always came in. I texted “thank you for dinner, why didn’t you come in?” no response. We finished up a couple of hours later and we all went home. I couldn’t wait to see Randy and spend a quiet weekend with him. When pulled up I didn’t see his car in the driveway, and the house was dark. I called his phone and was sent right to voicemail. Something was up. I went in and changed into my sweats hoping he’d walk in.

About two hours later there was still no sign of him. I was starting to panic a little, this wasn’t like Randy. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep. I left a note for him on the refrigerator in case he came home, and I headed over to his apartment to look for him. I put my key in the door and went in. the place was pretty much empty except for the furniture we hadn’t moved yet. I walked through, and no Randy. I drove past his office but the parking lot was empty and the building was dark. By this point I was a mess thinking I should call someone or do something. But call who and do what? So I headed home.

I pulled up in the driveway, my heart pounding heavily and a million awful thoughts running through my head. As I opened the car door to get out another car pulled in beside mine, it wasn’t Randy’s.

It was Alex. He got out and said “I think this is yours” motioning towards Randy laying across the back seat, passed out cold.

“What the fuck happened?” I asked

“No. clue.” Alex said as I opened the backdoor to claim my boyfriend. A voice from the front seat startled me with “Hi Kevin,“ It was Adam. I looked back at Alex and he just grinned and shrugged (I’d have to get the details later). Adam jumped out to help and the three of us dragged his limp body out of the car and into the house. He didn’t stir at all, he was dead weight. We brought him back to our bedroom, dumped him on the bed, stripped off his ripe clothes, and tucked him in.

I poured the three of us a drink and we went into the living room to talk. Alex and Adam told me they had been dating for a couple of weeks. They went out and stopped at the bar for a couple of drinks earlier. Randy was there, already wasted. He came up and hugged them both, hanging from their shoulders and mumbling incoherently. Alex said all he could take away was “I loved him, and he was just gone.” Apparently, he kept repeating it shaking his head, then stumbled away. About a half hour later Alex saw him passed out with his head on the bar and the bartender ready to call the cops. So, they laid claim to him and brought him home. Randy’s car was still parked at the bar.

I was dumbfounded by his story. What the hell was he talking about “I loved him, and he was just gone?”

We finished our drinks. I walked the guys out, thanked them with a hug and promised to call in the morning with an update. I went into the bedroom to check on Randy, and kissed him on the cheek, so grateful he was home. He stirred when I kissed him and looked into my eyes “Did you fuck him” he said with an emphasis on the word “fuck” and his speech completely slurred.

“Fuck who?” I said in total confusion

“You know who…” He slurred out “Chaaarrrrlliie. Everybody wants to fuck Chaaarrrrlliie” He said the name in a sing song mocking tone. Then passed out again.

To be continued…