I'm Not Gay -

My new co-worker forces me to my knees - I'm Not Gay - Chapter 2

It took me some effort, but I managed to keep myself to myself until Tania'd finished showing me all the goings on at

Dice&Slice.

I all but stormed out of the video game studio's offices after she'd let me go for the rest of the week. I would start the Monday after.

It was now Friday, which meant that Sam would be working right down the street, probably still having his lunch in his personal office. One of the perks of being a successful realtor, no doubt. The guy at the reception was satisfied with a simple

"I'm here to see Mr. Downes."

In a flash of white-hot rage, I found myself with the collar of his shirt in my fist not five minutes later. He looked up at me in shock and dropped his sandwich on his desk.

"Did you know?"

I shook him, taking advantage of the privacy he works so hard for. "Did you know, Sam?!"

"W-what? Dude, Devon, chill out!"

"I

can't

chill out because

you

just hooked me up with a job where I have to look at

that guy's

face every. Fucking. Day."

"What guy?"

I let him go, sighing and flopping into one of the chairs in front of his desk. "That guy... from, y'know...

that night?

"

Understanding finally dawned on his face and I felt like decking him. "Whoa, you're saying Lucas Townsend works at Slice&Dice?"

"Why are you saying his name like it means something? And don't act like you didn't know!"

"I didn't! I swear, dude. I had no idea. We haven't talked about that night since. You really think I would spring him on you like that? Come on, Dev. Give me some credit."

I eyed my best friend harshly for a moment before conceding that he wouldn't do that to me. I try to control my breathing and slump back into the chair. Even now, this guy got such a rise out of me. And he wasn't even in the room with us now.

After a while, Sam says, "I can't believe Lucas Townsend works at Slice&Dice man."

"Why? He's gotta work somewhere, right? It's just my bad fucking luck that he happens to work there." I frown at Sam. He looks back for a millisecond and then suddenly averts his eyes. "What?" I press.

He inhales deeply and leans his elbows on his desk, looking at me as if he was about to share a state secret.

"Lucas Townsend u-"

"-Stop saying his full name like that, weirdo."

".. used," Sam continues, "to work at Senses."

He must have seen my mouth fall open and raised his eyebrows in response, nodding meaningfully.

"Yup. Actually, he became one of the co-owners the year before I took you there. Haven't seen him there for a while though, I was wondering where he'd ended up."

"You were still going to that place?" I asked incredulously.

"Oh yeah. Never stopped. Until I moved here to the Hague last year, of course. I just didn't realise that a little part of that place followed me here." Sam's eyes darted off towards the window, a dreamy look in his eyes. "The

best

part even. What are the fucking chances?"

I struggled not to gag. "Jesus, Sam. That guy was

not

the best part of that horrible place. And now I totally understand why that club was so fucked in the first place. The guy's a fucking creep. Did you hook up with him?"

"No, I wish." A flash of annoyance came across Sam's face. "And the guy's

not

a creep, Dev. You're just an insecure, immature flake." Sam spat.

I was shocked at what he'd said. I couldn't respond.

"Don't look at me like that, dude. It's like I said that night, get over yourself because nobody forced you to go into one of those rooms. Not Lucas and not me. No one. And by the way, It actually fucking hurts when you act as if hooking up with another guy is the worst thing that could happen to anyone. So quit that, please."

Fuck. Okay. Point taken. We'd never even continued that conversation. Never in three years had Sam or I brought it up, for my benefit. So I felt like I needed to humble myself a little bit now that I had done it myself.

"Fuck, Sam. I'm sorry, you know I don't mean it like that. It just really confused me because that's

not

me, okay? You know I'd beat up the first guy who judges you for being bi... And I

know

. It was my own fault." I sighed. "That doesn't mean that the guy isn't a dick. Who the hell goes and has sex with guests of a venue he owns? That's sick."

"It was part of the job." Sam explained.

I let that simmer for a while. Reluctantly wondering whether I was just another customer to Lucas that night, one who wasn't 'special' and someone he 'just felt sorry for'. I didn't know which one of the two made me more furious.

But it'd better be the fucking second one

I could handle being part of

the job,

somehow. If that was really all it was.

"The job? What's that?"

Sam blew out a puff of air, dropping his head back onto the back of his chair.

"He started out as one of the first bartenders there seven years back, just after it opened. They all got paid extra for getting customers to come back and bring their friends... best way to do that is to.." Sam poked the index finger of one hand into the fist he made with his other. ".. you know."

I scoffed, more in surprise than anything else. "Yeah, got it. You were there

seven years ago?

Dude, you were 19!"

Sam rolled his eyes at me. "So what, dude? I was allowed in at 18, and I waited another year, like a responsible little adult. Then I went with Alice my first time, from History class, remember her?"

I nodded. "I can't believe I didn't know this. Why didn't you tell me when you brought me there 3 years ago?" I asked.

"You didn't ask. Anyway, Lucas was there the first time I went. Just as hot as he was

that

night. I had a thing for him. Everyone did. But he was always picky when he hit the floor after his shifts. We never hooked up." Sam explained, that annoying dreamy look of nostalgia plastered on his face. Which was way too young to understand the meaning of the word. "You can imagine how surprised I was when I saw that he was taking you into one of those rooms. So many people were jealous of you that night, dude. And you had no idea."

I didn't want to remember any details about that fucking night at all, but I still felt angry and a little confused. "Of course I didn't know! You didn't tell me a fucking thing Sam. Not before and not after!"

I could see that he was getting fed up with me, but I didn't care. "Fuck Dev, I didn't wanna risk mentioning that fucking night to you ever again! Let alone Lucas Townsend's name!"

"I know." I sighed, "I know, okay? I'm just... confused, I guess. And really fucking frustrated. Why did that guy need to pick me to.. y'know, to fucking.."

"To 'fucking' what? Now that we

are

talking about that night, what did you guys do that night, Dev? I've been really curious and my fantasy's been running wild ever since." Sam smirked at me before taking a bite out of his sandwich. "Did, he suck you off or something? Did you get to fuck him?"

I felt my ears heating up. "Fuck off, Sam. I'm not gonna talk about it..."

"Ugh, fine you prude. But you've got to at some point. It's clearly eating you alive. Keep the juicy details to yourself for now. Maybe you'll

both

pass into legend." He took another bite and I eyed him, frowning my silent confusion. "The first-timer who bagged Lucas Townsend, and the guy who got straight Devon Hughes to give up his what, six years of celibacy? With another dude..!" he explained, drawing out that last word in a mocking sing-song tone.

I flicked a pen and hit him square in the forehead. "Eat that sandwich quickly before I stuff it up your asshole, dickhead." I stood up, not feeling better per se, but sort of glad that Sam and I were on equal terms again. Apparently, I

did

need to talk about it.

"Drinks on me tonight? You can show me the best spot in town." I asked, opening the door to his office.

Sam rubbed the spot where the pen had hit him, but winked at me all the same. "Sure thing, boo. You can pick me up here at 6 and I'll show you how the Dutch party."

"Great." I stepped out. "Thanks, Sam." I offered, before closing the door behind me and making my way to the parking lot.

I felt a little lighter. Unsure whether it was the talk with Sam or finally being confronted face to face with that douchebag of a mistake I made three years ago. Maybe tonight, was the night I could let it all go. New town, new job, new friends? Maybe, I could pick up a girl tonight.

I hadn't touched another human body after that night three years ago. And I was painfully aware that this meant that I'd had sex with exactly

one

individual over the past.. eight years, total?

And nobody needed to know that.

Let's change that shit tonight.

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I decided to get out of my office wear and taking a shower before picking up Sam at his office. I could use a little confidence and a gym session, clean-shaven face, carefully styled head of dark blonde hair and a nice cologne would help me with that. I pulled on some dark slim-fit jeans, white sneakers and my favourite dark blue shirt. Rolled up sleeves showed off my pumped forearms, accentuated by my watch and bracelet. The tan I'd picked up in Turkey peeked slyly out of my loosened top buttons.

One last look in the mirror had me nodding to myself, the perky female receptionist's eyes following me through the lobby at Sam's office building had me smiling to myself. But Sam's dropped jaw as I sauntered into his office confirmed my confidence for the night.

"Fuck. Off." He muttered. "How am I gonna get laid tonight if we're having drinks at the same bar? How am I supposed to even keep my hands to myself?"

I winked at him. "Call it payback."

"What, for getting

you

laid? I'll be back in five." He strutted past me, making for the bathroom and taking a whiff of me as he went.

"Fucking prick with his man's man cologne."

I heard him mutter to himself.

Fifteen minutes later he walked back in. And I had to hand it to him, Sam knew exactly how to clean himself up. His light blonde hair and sky-blue eyes popped after having been freed from tightly professional and being carried to office casual instead. Ladies and gentlemen alike would be after him in his equally sky-blue shirt and black slacks.

"What, too insecure to give your best bi bro an honest compliment now?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, you look like a million dollars, princess." I grinned and smacked his butt for good measure. "Didn't I tell you the gym was going to do you wonders?" I asked.

"Well, I have to admit. People have been eyeing me. More than they already did, I mean. But I don't wanna get bigger than this. What you've got going on is too much for me. I wanna still be flexible enough to get railed in every position my Kama Sutra guide has to offer." He smirked.

"TMI, dude. Let's get going."

Sam smiled and led the way out of the building.

Apparently, we could walk it from there. Fifteen minutes and we'd hit the town. Everywhere around were small dive-bars, terraces and loud music playing.

"Friday's special here in the Netherlands. Everyone from twenty to forty goes out to have after-work drinks together. It gets pretty crazy if you stick 'til after nine." Sam explained as he led us through the crowds. He was right, it seemed like all of the Hague was out to enjoy the warm August night. I was getting excited. It'd been too long since I had gone out. My eyes were tracing short skirts and curvy racks in mesh tops. I caught a few stares of my own as we went and grinned back.

"So, am I fresh meat here too?"

Sam looked back at me before making a right turn into a busy alley. "You wish. They stare, but they don't touch as quickly. Won't be

that

easy this time over, Mr. Abercrombie." He pulled me by my hand and I followed him into the next street. "Although," he continued, "gotta say, the locals here sometimes go crazy for an American who's not wearing an

'I LOVE THE HAGUE'

t-shirt or who gets completely wasted on his first night. So enjoy yourself but make sure you don't overdo it."

"Noted." I said as Sam finally stopped in front of a bar. It still looked like another dive, but bigger. And with a few flashing lights in the back.

"Welcome to my favourite watering hole, buddy."

It was cozy inside. A lot of varnished wood, leather topped bar stools, booths and smaller tables. Not packed, but cozy. And the music was good. I noticed that the dancing part of the bar was indeed in the back, which looked like it was set up like a disco. But the front here was far away enough that the different ambiences didn't mix.

"Alright, let's get a beer." I said as I made my way to the bar. "You take that booth over there." I nodded Sam in the general direction and ordered two craft beers that looked nice. I was up for trying it all now that I was here. The ginger bartender was kind enough to get me a side of fries as well, when I asked. The guy was about my age. Probably the owner or a working student. The two girls sitting at the bar next to where I was standing were looking me up and down. I didn't have to check to know. They talked silently under the sound of the music, giggling.

Still got it, grandpa

I reminded myself that I was only 26 and bobbed my head to the soft rock as I made my way back to Sam.

"If you don't get lucky tonight, I'll suck you off myself." Sam promised as he dug into the fries gratefully. I knew he hadn't eaten a thing apart from the sandwich he'd had at lunch.

"If you try, I'll choke you with it and throw you into the canals."

"Mhhmm mmkinmky..." He mused through a mouthful of fries.

I looked back at the girls at the bar as I took my first sip. The sexiest one, probably Spanish with dark eyes and cherry red lipstick smiled back at me. I winked and let my eyes linger on her full bra for a bit. If she was wearing one under that tight white t-shirt.

Not yet, Dev. Not even close.

I was feeling strangely confident after the talk I'd had with Sam that afternoon. As if a weight was lifted from my shoulders. But I knew I needed to take things slow still, not wanting to embarrass the fuck out of myself.

"Nice one." Sam quipped.

"She is." I confirmed. "But I need a few more drinks first. I'm out of practice man."

"You were never

in

practice, Devvie."

"Can it." I said and raised my glass to clink it against Sam's. "To new beginnings, dude. Thanks for getting me here, Sam. To the Hague I mean, and Slice&Dice and all."

He smiled, genuinely for once. "All for my own benefit, dude. I've missed you like hell. To us!"

"To us!"

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When 10 PM rolled around, Sam and I were both riding a nice buzz. We'd danced with the two girls at the bar twice. Caterina and Sofia, who were both exchange students, were definitely out to get some. I didn't want to get into any kind of drama, so I was happy to learn that they were both 24 and both not looking for anything serious. Sofia took a liking to me and her red lipstick had already left traces on my cheek and neck. It took some effort, and some assurances from Sam that I wasn't being too loose with myself on my first day in town, which happened to be the same town where I was supposed to build a new career.

"No one from Slice&Dice would come and spend their evening here when they can play Pup Gee, or whatever all Friday night bro. Trust me Dev, you have nothing to worry about."

At least one of my new colleagues didn't strike me as the type to get lost on DIscord until 3 AM, but I gave it a rest.

What are the chances?

So I got into the flow. And I felt amazing letting my hands wander over Sofia's jeans-clad ass. And her belly when she turned around to grind into me. And a little lower than that. I didn't have to feel uncomfortable or out of place, most people around us were doing the same thing. We had a few snippets of small talk in between our dancing and kissing. I learned that Sofia was working on a thesis for her master's degree in corporate law. I decided to keep the

'could have fooled me'

comment to myself. She was smart and pretty funny, getting a few genuine chuckles out of me. As well as a few moans. My dick had gone hard and soft again throughout the night. She would smile every time she felt me brushing and grinding against her ass.

So reel her in and take her home

I was about to, but at around midnight, Catarina came over to us. I was annoyed when I saw her face moving through the crowd towards us. I'd almost said something to Sofia about getting out of here when her friend reached us and whispered in Sofia's ear. A second later, Sofia wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Next thing I knew, I heard a soft voice in my left ear.

"Got room for one more? Your friend has been talking with this couple for the past half hour. I'm feeling lonely."

Catarina's tongue licked up my neck as Sofia separated our mouths and winked at me, before turning around again and grinding herself against my front again. My dick was harder and growing. For once, I was thankful for how much of a shameless horndog Sam is. She hadn't felt that yet and moaned softly against my cheek, caressing my neck behind her. Meanwhile, Catarina's hands travelled along the top of my jeans. I groaned involuntarily.

Are we still on a dancefloor in the middle the Hague?

I scanned the room around me. No one was looking at us, and there was a guy with his shirt off having the same lucky strike I was having and enjoying it more openly.

No need to worry then

And I moved my own hands back to the front of Sofia's jeans, now sandwiched between the two girls. I felt confident. Manly. Back in business, in control and sexy. And I was pretty sure I'd get to have a threesome most guys could only dream of tonight.

I should have known it was just

too good

to be true. Just as I started to feel myself leaking in my briefs, moving in this sex-crazed dance with the two hottest chicks in the building, my eyes wandered across the room.

Just for a moment or two. I don't even know why I wasn't looking down at Sofia's breasts bouncing up and down hypnotizingly.

Invitingly.

Maybe I was looking for a challenge. Or wanting to see Sam's face when he looked at how I was getting along.

But my eyes didn't lock on Sam's. These eyes were way different.

Piercing.

Expressionless. And then amused.

And something else.

He kept looking at me. And I kept looking at him as he lifted his beer and drank. Elbow raised, in true frat boy fashion, eyes trained on mine as he swallowed. Then he looked away as if he hadn't seen me, a small smirk playing on his lips.

Fucking asshole

Sofia moaned again and I registered that my dick was throbbing against her, into the crevice of her butt cheeks. "Oh, baby. You think it's time we take our little party elsewhere? Can you walk us home, maybe? Cat and I live close, but we don't like going out on the street just the two of us. You'll take us, right?" A grin and a kiss. "Home, I mean." And I heard Cat giggle shyly in my ear.

I wasn't under the illusion that I was going to be their first threesome then, but that didn't bother me. I needed to fuck.

Now.

I nodded and wrapped my arms around both of them, steering them away from the dance floor and back to the dive bar area. I scanned the dance floor one more time as we went, wanting to make sure that I was keeping us as far away as possible from Lucas fucking Townsend, and whatever poor soul he was chatting up tonight.

No sign of him. Good thing too, because Cat had chanced a full-on grab at my hardness as we passed through the small sea of people. Apparently deciding that we were covered sufficiently by the crowd. Her hand was down my pants until we reached the bar, where it was way quieter. Just before we entered, she made a point of showing me how she sucked a bit of precum from her pinky finger.