This is a first effort, first time trying to share a story. I am looking for polite feedback, which is one thing I love about the Literotica community, so don't be a dick and ruin it for everyone. Here goes...
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Pump, breathe, pump, breathe, pump, breathe, pump... pushing his silver Schwinn up and over another hill in the sweltering heat of an Arizona day, Jeff just wished the summer could be over. The effort of cycling to his job at a Phoenix call center for a hotel chain might kill him one of these days when it got to 115 degrees. But once he got there the work was easy. Jeff would get inbound calls from people all over the country who needed a place to stay. Sometimes they were planning their vacations well in advance. Sometimes they realized that they were too tired or the weather was too rough and they just needed to find a place to hole up for the night. Every once in a while, someone was trying to find a nice place to do the naked bunny hop without being noticed by their neighbors or church pastors. Of course, they never just came out and said that, but after a while it wasn't too hard to read between the lines, when they were looking for something about thirty miles outside a city... in any direction.
As a bright eyed twenty-year-old college student from Oklahoma studying political science, Jeff had managed to make his parents very frustrated by attending a private university sponsored by a religion that they hated but his girlfriend Yvonne loved. Jeff and his parents argued all the time and he dreaded spending the summers at home. Fortunately, he had a great relationship with his widowed aunt, named Mary, and when asked she graciously said he could spend the summer in her spare room. When he arrived at the beginning of the summer she greeted him at the airport with a hug and a smile.
She pushed back her blonde hair and put a tanned arm around his shoulders as they walked back to her SUV in the parking lot. "Kid," she said, "I couldn't swing you a spare car to get around this summer, but I found you a nice bike. Can you make that work?"
"Sure," he answered, "that's a great start, and should keep me from getting an early heart attack, right?"
She laughed as they loaded his bags into the SUV and headed back to her little house in the desert with a spare room.
Since then, Jeff would get up in the morning, stare in the mirror at his sandy brown hair and green eyes, and remind himself that today would be worth it, for the sake of his girlfriend and their future. Then he would mount his bike and race to the local community college where he took a few summer classes. Afterward he was zipping back to his Aunt's house by noon. He'd hop in the backyard pool to cool off and sometimes Mary would make a quick sandwich for him. Then Jeff would jump back on his bike and pump those pedals over the hills into Phoenix wearing nothing but shorts, shoes, and a backpack that carried his work clothes. He'd take a quick shower and change in the small bathroom that the office building supplied. Then late in the evening after work he'd ride back home, letting the cool air wash over his body. On weekends he had a second job working all alone at a local bowling alley after it closed, cleaning into the wee small hours of the morning.
When Jeff's summertime job began there was an orientation for the ten or so people who were all hired at the same time. A place like that had a lot of turnover. While a hefty Hispanic manager droned on about the joys of working a phone, Jeff caught the eye of a gorgeous girl a few seats away. He hadn't exactly meant to even look her way, but she had asked a question which drew his attention and now he found himself entranced. She was a beautiful mocha colored young lady with pleasant curves. She looked at him and gave him a sarcastic grin and a shrug that seemed to say, "I've got this manager on a string."
During a break Jeff went outside and found the girl sitting a break table. Faithful to his girlfriend, Jeff wasn't looking for any action, but time spent in the company of a pretty girl was always preferable to being alone, and this lovely lass with a smile promised a fun conversation. As he walked up she lit up a cigarette.
"Hey, mind if I sit here?" Jeff asked.
"Of course, not, but you know this is the smoking area, right?" she responded.
"Sure, sure that's fine. I'm too cheap to take up smoking but unfortunately I've picked up the habit of second hand freeloading."
Laughing she said, "Well it's good to know you're saving your pennies. You're Jeff, right?"
"Since the day I was born, " he quipped back. "How did you know?"
"We're all wearing name tags, Jeff." She emphasized this fact by pushing forward her ample chest so that he could see all of her tag, which bore the name, "April." He also noticed a heart shaped tattoo hugging the curve of her breast, peeking out from behind her tight tee-shirt.
"Well so we are, April! Thank you for the reminder." They were then interrupted by a guy at the next table who wanted to know if they were interested in ride sharing. Jeff was coming from the opposite side of town and had his bike, so he resigned from the conversation. Sighing, Jeff went over to a nearby chaise chair and let the warm summer sun soak into his skin. When April got up she stretched and twisted her petite frame before stubbing out her cigarette and returning into the office. Jeff followed her inside.
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Over the course of the summer Jeff's skin began to bronze from his time in the pool and on his bike. What began simply as a pale and trim physique turned to the bronzed and chiseled six-foot form that was easy on the eyes. His aunt noticed and began to tease him, giving him a wolf whistle when he emerged from the pool, or asking him if he had thought about working as a male stripper on the weekends instead of a bowling alley janitor. Jeff took it in stride with a blush, but it didn't help him to not think about the joys of the opposite sex.
Alas, Jeff's girlfriend was both miles and months away, and to be honest, Yvonne was a loving girlfriend, supportive to the end, but just not that interested in being sexy. Jeff had tried to woo her with gifts and time, with affection and romance, but while she said she had never had a better boyfriend, it never seemed to make a difference when he was trying to get past her panties. Jeff had spent many nights alone with his cock in his hand, hoping that Yvonne would suddenly realize how amazing it would be to give themselves completely to each other and be lovers. Yvonne's strong religious beliefs were part of what made her so amazing and faithful, but at times it wore on Jeff's heart.
For better or worse, April had recently been relocated into the cubicle next to him at work. She loved to wear the minimum that office decorum allowed. There were tank tops and shorts and skirts and plunging necklines. She seemed to delight in catching him when his eyes were tracing the smooth contours of her legs, and her rich brown eyes could hold him for as long as she wanted, until she giggled and jumped on another call. It was torture. When April took a cigarette break Jeff would go with her and keep her company while he got his "secondhand fix". They would toss jokes back and forth and found a nice routine. Still, spending time with her was a kind of torture. A delicious torture, to be sure, but torture none the less.
One night, exhausted from study and work and April's teasing, Jeff fell into bed and began to think of what being with April would be like. He imagined April cornering him in the hallway and staring deeply into his eyes. Jeff knew he could never make the first move, so he imagined her taking control and kissing him. He knew he would kiss her back, hard and passionate, pushing her back against the wall and letting his hands roam her tight little body, desperate to know every inch, every curve.
Lying in bed, Jeff's hands slipped down his front and found the fly to his boxers. He fished out his cock and began to stroke it slowly, letting it firm up in his hands. He always preferred to jerk it like this, so that the fabric of his underwear could brush against his balls while his shaft got the help it needed. In his mind he imagined April pulling him into a bathroom at work and locking the door behind them. His hands would be cupping and squeezing her ass while he kissed her, crushing her perfect tits against his chest. Their bodies would begin to writhe against each other, trying to merge in a moment.
As Jeff stroked his cock in bed he saw April reaching into his pants and taking his cock out and tracing its length with her fingernails, then holding its rock-hard shaft in one hand she bent down and slowly took the bulbous head into her mouth. He could see how her lips would stretch around how her tongue could be the firm bed on which his dick could lie. He started to imagine how he would hold her head so that he could fuck her beautiful mouth while she knelt on the floor in front of him, taking it deeper and deeper, then shallow and popping out of mouth. That thought sent him over the edge and he came, harder than he could ever remember, sending his hot semen onto his abs and chest. He wiped up and went to sleep, wondering what his fantasies really meant.
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The next morning, he decided to call Yvonne and reconnect with her. He knew a long-distance relationship would be difficult, but Jeff loved his girlfriend and knew that it was important to find ways to make it work. So, he grabbed his cell phone and dialed her up. Then he heard the ring go off once, twice, three times, and he was just about to hang up when the connecting click told him to stay on.
"Hello?" said an unfamiliar voice. Worse, it was an unfamiliar male voice.
"Um, hey, this is Jeff, can I talk to Yvonne?"
The guy snorted and said, "Sure thing, buddy," and then I heard him cover the phone mic with his hand. "Hey babe!" came a muffled voice, "your *boyfriend* is on the phone."
That's weird, Jeff thought. He waited.
"Um, hi Jeff!" came the sweet bright voice of his girlfriend from a thousand miles away. "I'm so glad you called! How are you doing? Are you coming home soon? We really need to talk."
Jeff slowly responded, like he was in a dream, "About what? And who was that answering your phone?"
"Oh, stuff, you know, and that guy is... well... he is just..." She stopped. "Oh, Jeff, I can't do this! I hate myself so much right now!"
"Why?" Jeff asked, his voice rising, "because you have a new boyfriend, one who sleeps over and this there for you first thing in the morning? A new boyfriend that you'll actually fuck?"
"Oh jeez oh shit oh fuck," she answered, "I knew it was going to be like this!" She covered the phone for a second, "I hate you Jeff!"
"You hate me?" Jeff piped up, "Well that explains some things."
