Exploring My True Self

Who the fuck is Charlie? I thought to myself as I lay down next to my extremely drunk boyfriend. My thoughts drifted as I tried to figure out the mystery…I seriously had no clue what was going on or who Charlie was. Eventually I fell asleep holding Randy.

Saturday morning I woke up early, cleaned the house and worked in the yard. This weekend was about taking care of all the things I had neglected at home over the past couple of weeks. Especially Randy.

“Is it alive”Alex texted

“Barely, he’s still sleeping but last time I checked he was breathing.”I replied. Alex sent a laughing emoji and told me to call him later to update him.

Finally about 11:00 Randy stumbled into the kitchen and wordlessly poured himself a cup of coffee. “Good morning sunshine, how you feeling?” I chirped.

He sat there silently for a while then said, “How did I get home?”

“Alex claimed you at the lost and found at the bar and drove you here about 1:30AM. I was scared shitless. What’s going on? And who the hell is Charlie?” I asked awaiting an explanation

He looked up with his eyes wide open, I could tell the events of last night were starting to come back to him. He looked down at his coffee cup and gave me a “hrumpf” and said “The guy you were hanging all over in your office last night. I saw you through the window in the hallway.”

“Charlie?” I thought for a minute, who the hell was I “hanging all over”in my office? “You mean Charles?! The new account guy Katie hired? I was just leaning over his shoulder looking at the presentation…and how the hell do you know HIM?” I said trying to piece things together.

Randy sat in silence sipping his coffee then said “He’s my ex. We used to live together.” He looked up at me waiting for a reaction…I didn’t react, I just waited for him to continue. “I met him online like three years ago, I flew out here to meet him and then we carried on long-distance for about a year. I started job hunting and got an offer here, so we moved in together. He was my first love” He confessed painfully. This was all new information to me, but his eyes were filling with tears as he struggled to tell the story so now wasn’t the time to bring that up. “I thought things were perfect, then about six months into it I came home to a note on the fridge "I met someone else” was all it said, and all his stuff was gone. I tried to call but his number wasn’t in service. I got online to message him, but he had blocked me on all his social media. I called a couple of his friends and they played stupid or just hung up on me. Even his sister wouldn’t tell me anything, and we were pretty close. It was like he just disappeared.”

He started to cry a little and I got up and hugged him from behind. HARD. The pain was obvious, and I just wanted to make it go away. Fucking Charlie, or Charles or whatever the fuck his name was. How could anyone hurt such a sweet guy. I didn’t say anything. I just held him from behind. He grabbed my arm in an attempt to hug back and kissed it gently, I could feel his tears falling on my wrist.

He continued his story “I googled him almost every day looking for clues, trying to find him. About a year later a job profile with is name and picture showed up on a New York agency’s website as a new team member. I thought about calling the agency, but I was just starting to get over him.” He took a deep breath “I was pretty lonely. Then you showed up about a year and a half after he left, and I forgot about him completely. Then….last night…. there he was. Just inches away from you. I freaked out. All I could think about was him taking you from me, and YOU hurting me the way that fucker did...” He broke down and started to cry again.

I squeezed him harder, then let him go and moved to his side, turned his head and took his face in my hands and said “You stupid fuck, I would NEVER hurt you. PERIOD.” He didn’t make eye contact. “Charlie’s an asshole…but damn I’m glad he is, otherwise we wouldn’t be where we are. You KNOW what we have is better.” He nodded in my hands and almost smiled. “Listen…” I continued, “I need you to know that you are the only guy for me, and you can trust me.” I know deep down he knew, but he was hurting bad and just needed to hurt.

After our talk we went to pick up his car in silence, then he went back to bed and cried himself to sleep, my heart ached for the guy and all I wanted to do was to beat the crap out of that little fuck Charles, or Charlie, or whatever the hell he called himself. I needed to talk to someone, so I texted Alex and met him for lunch.

We met at a restaurant in Old Town Scottsdale, sat outside, and ordered a bunch of appetizers and a couple of Margaritas. He caught me up on the Adam saga, apparently Adam got some assignment in Phoenix for the next several months and they hooked up and started to date. Alex really liked him “I have no clue where this is going, if anywhere, but damn that little hard body is fun” He laughed then called for the waiter to bring us a couple more Margarita’s, then looked me in the eye and said, “So what the fuck is up with Randy?”

I thanked him for getting him home safe last night, then told him the whole sorted tale. He was as pissed off as I was “That little fuck. How in the hell could anyone hurt that sweet guy?” He said with sympathy, “So, what are you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing. If I could fire the little fuck for breaking his heart I’d be packing up his desk right now, but I can’t. He may be an asshole, but he’s good at his job, and frankly, we need the help. We have a business relationship, and this is a personal issue. This is between him and Randy, I’m staying out of it” I said as Alex frowned at my decision. We finished lunch and decided that the four of us would get together next weekend. After I left Alex I stopped and picked up a couple of lobster tails and two big steaks for dinner.

When I got home, Randy was on the couch with his laptop working away. He looked a lot better, “Hi, where were you?” He asked I told him about my lunch with Alex and showed him my bag of groceries “Surf and turf for dinner” I said

“My favorite” he said with a half-smile. “Listen, I’m really sorry about last night. I know there’s nothing between you and Charlie, and I know you’d never hurt me. I just kinda lost it when I saw him…” I cut him off

“I get it. Are you gonna be okay with us working and traveling together? We’re heading to Vegas Monday, and again next week.” I said

“I don’t have a choice, I’ll have to be okay with it. I really do trust you.” He said then reached his arms out for me to come in for a hug. I dropped the grocery bags and squeezed him with all my might. God, I love this guy.

We had a nice romantic dinner and spent the rest of the night cuddling and talking. On Sunday we rented a U-Haul and Alex and Adam helped us moved the rest of his furniture in. We took whatever we decided to get rid of, a few pieces of furniture, some dishes and kitchen stuff, etc. (mostly my stuff) to a charity for LGBTQ homeless. By Sunday night he was officially moved in and ready for a fresh start. We fell asleep with me being the big spoon.

Randy seemed his old self again, but I knew he needed closure. All I could think about was how I was going to deal with “Charlie.”

Monday morning I left the house with my suitcase ready to head to Vegas for the night. We were flying in today, presenting tomorrow and flying back after our meeting. The Monday morning team meeting went fine as did my weekly with Bill. We were ready for our first creative presentation with Jordan’s team. Our plan was to present and then spend a couple of hours working with his team.

I promised myself to stay out of the Randy and Charles issue, but I couldn’t. It was killing me to know Randy was hurting. I had to do something to make it better for him, so I invited “Charlie” to lunch.

We ate outside at a nice café near the office. We talked about how he was adjusting to the new job and being back in Phoenix. I told him I thought he was doing a great job, all “lunch with the new boss,” kinda stuff. He really was charming, and I could see why Randy fell for him. Halfway through lunch I decided to strike.

“We have a mutual friend,” I said.

He looked at me excited to make a connection with his new boss and said, “We do, who?”

“Randy Ashton.” I said watching him for a reaction as I continued to eat. He just nodded slightly and was silent “He’s my partner” I added.

“Oh” is all he said

“Listen, he stopped by the office the other night, saw you there, and told me the whole story. You hurt the guy bad, I think a little closure would really help him, maybe you guys could meet for lunch or drinks or something and talk.” I suggested

"Will it impact my employment if I don’t?” He said, now looking me in the eye. It was less of a question and more of a threat. He was making it clear that if I pushed him he would push back.

“Absolutely not, this has nothing to do with your job. I’m asking on a personal level.” I said

“Then, no thanks. I’m good” He said with a smug look and went back to his lunch. We finished in silence and walked back to the office. He really was a cocky little prick. When we got back it was time to head to the airport.

The flight was uneventful and so was dinner with the team. I went to my room at Jordan’s third hotel, facetimed Randy and turned in about 9:30. Charlie and I decided to have breakfast together at the buffet above the hotel to go through some last minute notes. When we walked in to the restaurant Antonio spotted me from across the room and came running. He seated us in his section and asked where Randy was, I told him this trip was strictly business then introduced him to my new business associate, Charles.

My associate quickly reached out his hand and corrected me saying “Charlie.” So, I guess that’s what we’ll call him now.

I went to the bathroom and left those two to flirt. When I came back, Antonio was still there, and Charlie excused himself to use the bathroom.

“He’s adorable” Anthony squealed

“He’s a prick” I retorted and quickly told him the whole story.

“That little bastard! Um….he said he was going to be in town next week and I asked him out for Friday night,” He confessed “I hope that’s not awkward for you, I can cancel.”

“No. I don’t care, but be careful” I said.

Antonio thought for a minute then said “You wanna get a little revenge for your boyfriend?” He smiled mischievously.

“What are you thinking?” I ask with a smile that egged him on, just then Charlie came back. Antonio wrote his number on his order pad, handed me the slip of paper and mouthed the words “call me” so Charlie couldn’t see, then went off to grab the coffee pot.

The presentation and meetings went well, as always, Jordan was the model client. I introduced him to Charlie, He was cordial but didn’t give him the booming greeting he usually gave me. The rest of the trip was uneventful. When we returned to Phoenix, I got in my Jeep and instantly called Antonio “Hey it’s Kev, what are you thinking?” He told me his plan, it was a little bit far-fetched and a lot bit nasty. I loved it! It would bring Randy some closure and put that arrogant little prick in his place. Antonio gave me a to-do list. My main role was to get Randy to Vegas on Friday of next week.

I was excited, I called Alex as soon as I hung up and filled him in. “We want in!” he exclaimed, “We’re coming to Vegas with you next weekend!” 

When I got home Randy was in the kitchen and came outside to greet me at the car. We hugged, kissed, and then both waved at Bonnie who always seemed to have a reason to be in her yard watching us.

We went into the house, I unpacked while Randy finished cooking. We sat at the kitchen Island and ate. I told him that my follow-up meeting was at the end of next week and I wanted him to come to Vegas for the weekend. “We could invite Adam and Alex too…like a couple’s trip.”

He lit up “I’m in. We need a break! I’ll text Alex later. I can drive.” I didn’t tell him anything more.

Over the next week it was business as usual at the office as we prepped for our presentation on Wednesday. Things were going great, Charlie had his head in the game and we kept all of our conversation strictly on a business level. He was starting to understand that his best career path here was to align himself with me. Frankly, I was the golden boy at the moment and he knew it. Taking me down would be rough since I was the key to our biggest client.

I spoke with Antonio, Alex and Adam several times during the week building and tweaking our plan. Neither Charlie or Randy had the slightest clue what we were up to. 

By this time in our business relationship, Jordan had pretty much given me full use of his properties stating, “for business or personal use…I want you to experience my business on every level.” It was a great perk. So, I booked the four of us in one room with two king beds. I got to Vegas on Wednesday morning with my team, Randy and the boys took Friday off to drive-up and got there in the afternoon. They were waiting for me in our room when I finished my meetings.

By the time I got there they had raided the mini bar and were having fun. It was about 6:00 when we headed to dinner. Randy was all about making a plan “What are we doing tonight guys? Let’s do something wild.” He said.

“I saw Antonio at breakfast and he invited us to see a leather BDSM show at the private leather club where he works on the weekends.” I said, “sounds wild to me.”

Alex and Adam instantly jumped all over the idea. Randy went with the crowd. Our plan was in motion. After dinner we went back to our room, Adam and Alex jumped in the shower. From the sound of it Adam was getting his ass filled with ginger dick. Randy and I snuck in as the moans got louder and clapped and cheered as Alex shot his load up the hot Marine’s ass and Adam unloaded on the shower wall. They both turned to us with surprised looks on their red faces, then Alex broke into a smile and said, “Hopefully that’s not the best show you see tonight.”

After they finished up and dried off, Randy and I jumped in. Randy instantly pushed me against the wall and ate my ass out. I flipped around and shoved my cock into his mouth, he eagerly took it to the hilt. I pumped in and out as he grabbed onto my ass and pulled me forward, taking me as deep as he could, his nose pressed against my pubes as the water cascaded over him. I hadn’t cum in several days and wouldn’t last long. Randy knew it and stood up, turning his back to me. He reached for the body wash and lubed up his ass with one hand and my cock with the other, then pushed his sweet little hole onto my throbbing cock, I was so hard that it was painful. The veins stuck out noticeably, giving my dick a three dimensional texture.

Randy slowly pushed my concrete pole into him, squeezing his ass around me as each inch entered. He gasped when my dick found his prostate and then humped himself on it moaning and groaning. He arched his back, reached back to grab my head then turned and kissed me with animalistic passion. He shot straight out his semen shooting straight up then landing on the floor while moaning passionately into my mouth. He kept bucking against me harder and harder trying to get every inch of me. I couldn’t take any more and shot my seven day load into his sweet, tight, ass. Shot after powerful shot came out of my aching, neglected balls. I was almost screaming from the welcome relief. I bit his shoulder hard, he urged me on by pulling my head tighter onto him.

We slowed our movements as our cocks started to soften, my still all the way up his canal. I stopped, catching by breath> I had missed this closeness over the past week. He pulled of my now limp dick, turned around and started to kiss me with fervor, holding my head and pushing our lips together as he devoured my tongue with his, the water still cascading over us. It was incredibly hot.

He pulled back and we cleaned ourselves up. I turned off the shower and we stepped out. We could hear Adam and Alex cheering from the bedroom (I locked the door when we got in o that they couldn’t sneak up on us like we did to them. I needed some alone time with my man).

When we walked into the bedroom Alex and Adam were both dressed in tight jeans and a tight black T-shirt that showed off every rippling muscle. On one of the beds they had laid out matching outfits for Randy and me, including a leather jock strap for each of us, jest as Alex and I had planned. I put mine on without a word.

Randy looked at the three of us scanning our grin-covered faces and said, “What the fuck is this?” I just told him Antonio said these outfits would help us blend in better at the leather club. Randy wasn’t buying it, but he knew that’s the only answer he was going to get.

We got into the rental car. Alex and Adam had packed our other gear into the trunk while we were showering. Randy sat in the front with me. He was suspicious as hell. He finally spoke up phishing for details “Tell me what you know about this show.”

So I said very matter of fact “They choose a volunteer from the audience to lay in the sling and be the submissive and …”

“NO FUCKING WAY” Randy yelled, I am not getting fucked in front of an audience. Period. Stop the fucking car.” We all laughed out loud at his assumption. Adam patted his shoulder from the backseat and said, “stand down soldier, we got your back.”

Still laughing I said, “You’re not the volunteer. You’re the guest master, and the three of us will be there to assist you.” He looked at me with that cute confused look he gets and tilted his head like a puppy dog. “Antonio thought you were so hot as a submissive at the bathhouse and wanted to see you take control, so he set it all up. We have leather gear in the trunk for you.”

“Are you fucking serious? You set this whole thing up. No way….” The three of egged him on telling him how hot he was and how awesome this would be. A once in a lifetime experience to just let himself go… it actually worked. He got an almost evil grin on his face as we explained the plan. I told him Antonio would have more specific instructions when we got there but the top-line was they pick an audience volunteer, Adam, Alex and I secure him in the sling with a blindfold and a gag, then he’s at Randy’s disposal. He seemed to quickly warm up to the idea of being in control. He was nervous but the raging hard-on in his tight jeans told me he was into it.

When we got to the club, we grabbed out stuff out of the trunk and knocked on the back door as instructed. Antonio greeted us with a hug smile. He hugged Randy and said, “welcome Master,” and then I introduced him to Adam and Alex. His smile could not have been wider as he checked them both out.

He led us to a changing room backstage. I handed Randy a big, he reached in and pulled out a leather harness and smiled “Damn, this is hot.”

“It’s just that and your leather jock, we’re all wearing the same thing” I said.

“Well there’s a couple of more accessories” Antonio interrupted as he handed Randy a cat o’ 9-tails, then gave Alex, Adam, and I each a leather hood with the eyes and mouth open and a zipper down the back. He told us to keep ours on for the entire show. They were menacing. Randy’s hard-on was starting to protrude from his jock. He was nervous, but it was obvious he was loving it.

Antonio leaned into my ear and Whispered, “Our volunteer Is in the audience and the Dungeon Master knows the deal.” Our plan was coming together.

To be continued…