I had been working with Tony for about a year. He was smart, funny, good looking, and gay. While he was not flamboyant or a queen by any stretch, he was did not try hide the fact or flout it. He simply was who he was and people for the most part accepted that. I had worked with Tony on a few projects and always in enjoyed it. As I mentioned he was smart, so I always learned something new, and he was a lot of fun and was quick to laugh or make a joke when things were getting stressful. Sometimes I couldn't help but notice how good of care he took of himself. He was always well dressed in a tailored shirt and tie, rarely a suit, but sometimes a tie. He wore a couple of different types of cologne. Never too overpowering, but sometimes when he would lean over my shoulder to look at the computer screen I couldn't help but notice how good he smelled.
I guess I've been bisexual all my life. I've always found men and women beautiful, exciting, and sexy. Over the years I've explored both sexes and love the differences and the similarities. However, I've always been very closeted about my "gay" sex life. No real surprise why in a society that is quick to judge and scorn homosexuality. Because of this it has often made it difficult to male lovers. I couldn't help but respect and admire Tony's willingness to take the subtle, and not so subtle, remarks and comments. Over the year that we have worked together I had begun to fantasize about him. What his kisses would taste like. What his chest would feel like. How his arms would feel around me. How his cock would feel driving into my tight ass. Sometimes I would jerk off and let me cum drip down my hands and then lick it up imagining tasting his hot salt cum. As time passed, I found these fantasies creeping more and more into our working day. Sometimes he would catch me staring at him a little too long, and would give me a little smile, but for months that is all that we did. That was until our last project together.
It was the usual project. Under funded, under resourced, and not enough time to deliver, but we dove and began to burn the midnight oil. Day after day we worked until 9pm or later. That was okay for me as my dating life has sucked for the last couple of months, so it beat sitting at home jerking off to porno movies. So we worked night after night, until at last the final night came when we were finished. It was almost midnight and we sat in the bullpen across from each other leaning back in our chairs. The office was dead quiet and all the lights were off but some emergency lighting and our two desk lights. Even the cleaning staff had come and gone hours ago. I let out a deep long sigh and said, "Well, we did it".
Tony, looked back at me with a smile, "We sure did". "We deserve a party!"
"Sounds great!" I laughed, "Lets hit the club and cut loose!"
Tony's eyes lit up and he grinned a little mischievously as he said, "Well, I don't think that we have the same taste in clubs."
"Hey, you never know" I replied, grinning as much as he was. I could feel my heart pounding. Were we flirting? How far should I take it? "I might just surprise you."
