I had been transferred to south Florida by my job, which turned out to be a mixed blessing. Fabulous weather, but my girlfriend was 900 miles away. My social life sucked, since I was working 12-14 hours a day, so basically it was home to work, home to work. I did have a privae balcony on my apartment, so I was able to get a nice allover tan, not that anyone got to see it.
The only friends I had made were 2 gay guys who lived upstairs from me. Jay had seen me moving furniture in, had helped me carry stuff up to my place, and had offered to let me use their phone until mine got hooked up. He and his roommate, Larry, dropped by later with some cold beer, so we took a break and chatted for a while. It turned out that Jay had on office on the ground floor of the building where he ran a travel agency, and Larry tended bar at a gay club. After that, we occasionally got together to have a beer and talk. I got the impression that Jay was interested in me, but I had made it clear from the start that I was straight. I've got nothing against gay people, we just disagree on who we like to fuck. Jay had just laughed when the subject first came up and said, "Well, if you ever change your mind and want to try it, I'll give you a night you'll never forget." We all laughed, and that was the end of the matter.
Several months went by rather quickly--time flies when all you're doing is working, when I got 2 pieces of news. One, I was being transferred back home. That was great, until my girl called immediately after that to confess that she had been sleeping around ever since I left, had met someone and was moving to Europe. Needless to say, I was not in the best of moods. I went back to the apartment and decided to drown my sorrows.
I had had a few beers, had gotten over the initial melancholy state, and was just feeling lonely. It was a warm night, so I'd been sitting out on my patio in just my running shorts and a tank top, probably sweating the beer out of my system about as fast as it was going in. About 10 o'clock I went inside to see what was on the tube--I channel surfed until I came across a soft-porn flick on HBO--no real plot or dialoge, but at least the babes were naked a lot, and nice to look at. So, in no time I had a nice boner, not that it was going to do me any good by myself. Rather than let my newly-single status get me down again, I turned off the tube and went to get another beer.
"This is fucking perfect!!" I yelled when I opened the fridge to find no beer. I grabbed my wallet and caught the elevator down to the ground floor, hoping to catch the mini-mart before they closed. I got there just as the owner was locking the door, but he was nice enough to open it and sell me a six-pack. I left so he could get home and started walking back down to the elevator. I noticed the lights on in Jay's office, so I peeked in the door. Jay was on the phone at the receptionist's desk, but saw me and waved. I help up the beer and mouthed "Want one?". He nodded, came over and unlocked the door and let me in, never stopping his conversation. I didn't want to listen in, so I sat down in his office, opened a beer and waited for Jay to get off the phone.
Jay covered the phone with his hand and said "Sorry about this--I'm trying to finalize vacation plans for this couple, and they have a million questions." His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "There's a joint in the top drawer, why don't you light it up and we'll get high while I try to get off the phone."
That spounded like a good idea to me, in my present state, so I lit up, took a hit, then walked over to Jay and handed him the joint. He took a big hit, handed it back to me, all the while nodding and saying "Uh-huh" to whoever he was taking to. I walked back into the doorway of his office so I could smoke unnoticed by whever walked by. Jay would reach out for the joint and I'd pass it to him, then retreat back into his office. It didn't take long to finish the joint, so I sat down in Jay's office to wait for him to get off the phone. I was getting a REALLY good buzz from the grass and beer, so I just sat back and propped my feet up, letting my mind wander. I replayed a couple of the better nude scenes from the movie earlier in my head, wishing I could be acting them out with my girlfriend, or any girl. I opened my eyes when I heard Jay start to laugh. "Looks like somebody's feeling good tonite," he said, looking right at my crotch. I looked down and realized a had a huge erection sticking out the leg of my jogging shorts--grass will do it to me every time. I was too stoned to really care, so I just laughed with him. He turned back to make notes at his desk about flight times or something. In the meantime, my mind started working. I was horny as hell, my girlfriend had just dumped me, there was somebody sitting 10 feet away who wanted me--when you're fucked up all this makes sense. I decided "what have I got to lose, I'm leaving town in a week anyways" and decided to take Jay up on his earlier offer. Only problem was, he obviously wasn't going to get off the phone anytime soon, and I knew if I waited I'd lose my nerve.
I looked around in his desk drawer and found a note pad and pen. I quickly jotted a note a both sides, then walked over to where Jay was talking on the phone. He glanced down at the note and read "Wait one minute, then turn over".
He looked up, puzzled and started to turn the paper over. I stopped him, pointed to where it said "one minute", then walked back into his office.
