Apathy And Promiscuity
Lately, I've come to a place in life where nothing feels as good as it once did. I get almost no joy from the things that I once loved. Even my favorite foods seem somewhat bland.
Perhaps its due to my recent breakup with Jorge, one of the finest human beings on the planet. I'm not sure. But what scares me is that I really don't feel that bad about it. I don't feel anything about it.
Or maybe the breakup is just another symptom of this pervasive feeling of apathy that seems to have become a way of life for me lately.
When I first met Jorge, he was my raison d'etre. We had a really good thing going between us. Although we didn't actually live together, we did spend a great deal of time together and he was more a part of my life than anyone I've ever known. Even now we remain very good friends and still occasionally engage in sex, because, well, he's fucking hot.
This feeling of ennui that I'm experiencing may just be a mild depression. I feel utterly desensitized. Everything seems to bore the hell out of me and absolutely nothing shocks me anymore.
While I was still moping about, considering what I should do to try and shake off this creeping malaise, I received a phone call from my old boss and mentor, Andrew.
He invited me to his upcoming wedding. And of course I said yes, without any hesitation or reservation. Andrew is one of the few very people in the world that I can say is a true friend. And although I never really aspired to be like him, except the rich part, he was certainly a great role model.
We share a lot of the same mental attitudes. Work ethic being the primary bond between us.
Andrew had been my boss and the comptroller of the company when I first came to work for him. He actually served multiple functions within the company because he's a very smart guy without being an intellectual snob about it.
The first time I met him was in the restroom at work. He walked up to urinal next to the one I was using and casually took a piss. Now there were seven other urinals to choose from and we were the only two people in there.
Suddenly he rips this huge fart. You know, the kind that shake the floor beneath your feet. Anyway, it was my first day, so I had no idea who he was, since he'd been on vacation during my hiring process.
"Fuck, how long have you been saving that one up?" I laughed.
"Since the staff meeting." He confided, chuckling. "I let a few silent ones go during the meeting, but they weren't particularly toxic."
Still laughing a bit, I went to the sink to wash my hands and Andrew was right on my heels. Immediately I got sense that he was going to try something. Its happened before.
"You must be Craig". He said, smiling at me in the mirror while washing his hands.
"Yeah, I just started today." I smiled back.
After drying our hands, we shook and again Andrew twisted up his face and let another one rip. Again, it was loud as hell and I busted out laughing.
"Dude, you should have that checked out. I think you may have blown a gasket on that one." I smiled.
"Yeah, fucking breakfast burritos. I've gotta start eating better." He said, looking me up and down. "Anyway, I'm Andrew Wyndham. Your new boss."
My jaw dropped.
Seeing the expression on my face Andrew just chuckled, ushered me out of the bathroom and into his office.
We had an instant rapport. We just seemed to click. And before I knew it, I was managing my department while he moved up to Chief Financial Officer. My department still fell under his aegis, so I continued to be directly under him.
He really took me under his wing, explaining everything that he did and why he did it that way. I listened and learned, absorbing almost everything. Andrew seemed to enjoy having me as his protege almost as much as I enjoyed him being my mentor.
Every time we interacted with each other he made a point of putting his arm around my shoulder and dragging me into his office or where ever he happened to going at the time.
In all honesty, I had a bit of crush on Andrew. Just watching him run a meeting or simply dealing with another employee gave me such a hardon. But I kept those thoughts to myself for obvious reasons.
For the first eighteen months that I worked there, the only image I masturbated to was the one of Andrew that I kept in my mind. Sure he was at least a decade and a half older than me, but he was still hot.
At about six foot two, he was extremely fit. Devastatingly handsome and always very sure of himself. You could see his confidence in the way he moved. In a suit, his body is utterly enthralling, but on the few occasions that I'd seen him jeans and a t-shirt, I marvel at his magnificence. The man was truly a god.
Eventually, when I left the company, it was Andrew who brokered the deal for me and my co-author to sell of our software product to the highest bidder. And that deal put us both on easy street.
Andrew was a ruthless negotiator and took nothing for himself but a thanks for his efforts. It was the art of the deal that fed his ego. Besides he was already richer than me and my co-author, several times over.
When the deal was done he patted me on the back and said, "You don't ever have to work again for the rest of your life." And he was certainly right about that.
I genuinely loved Andrew. And I'm sure the feeling was mutual.
When I moved from the Midwest out to the west coast, he came out several times to help me flesh out the plans for my new house. That was about five years ago.
So when I got the call about his upcoming nuptials I was a bit surprised, but certainly glad to hear from him. We chatted about this and that for a while, then he told me about his new fiancee.
"Well, what did you do with the last one?" I chuckled into the phone.
"Well, you know, sometimes, these things just run their course. She got a pretty good settlement." He laughed. "Now down to brass tacks, how soon can I expect you? You'll stay at the house of course."
"Well how soon, is soon?" I inquired.
"ASAP!"
"I can be on a plane tomorrow." I assured him. "Is that soon enough?"
"Outstanding!" He boomed, in classic fashion. "I'll send a car to meet you."
Andrew's house is magnificent. A huge sprawling affair, superbly appointed. I was thrilled every time he invited me over, which was fairly frequently when I worked for him.
On the flight from LAX to Cleveland, I noticed a good looking young man sitting across the aisle from me. Every time he caught my eye he'd give me a slight smile.
I could feel a little bit of the old me coming back to life. For the first time in months I felt something more than apathy and indifference. And that something was a powerful erection. Pretty soon the young man got up and walked toward the bathroom.
A few seconds later I followed him. He wasn't in there very long. Standing very close to the door, I waited until I heard him open the latch and stepped closer. When he opened the door I was standing right there, looking at him.
He looked rather startled to see me standing there, as well he should. We locked eyes for a moment and then I stepped forward pushing him back into the small lavatory. I quickly locked the door behind me and stood almost nose to nose with him. I was completely still and just stared at him. Finally a little smile crossed his face and he reached up and put his hand on my chest.
It was cramped as hell in that tiny space. There was barely enough room to move. But we were able to kiss while opening each other's trousers. Soon we both had our pants down to our ankles and were fondling each other's cocks. I squeezed his hairy little ass with both hands and he immediately knew what I wanted, so he struggled to turn around.
He used his spit to lube his hole and I used my spit to lube my cock. Then I took aim at his hole. He pushed himself back and I pushed forward. Even with spit it was still a very dry fuck.
Eventually I was able to force my cock inside him. He moaned very quietly as I slid myself up into him. Soon he was rocking back and forth on my cock. And while I fucked him from behind I was able stroked his meat, apparently to his great delight.
The heat of his body and the closeness of our proximity had me pouring sweat. I was fully inside him and my cock was throbbing wildly as it sliced through his body. He took over jerking himself and suddenly he shuddered. I knew he was shooting his load when I felt his hole constrict tightly around my rampaging member.
That set me off. I felt my own body start tighten and my pace quickened. I drove into him as fast as I could. I was straining for release and then it happened. I exploded with a massive rush of fluid up his backside. Torrents of cum flew from my cock as I convulsed and drove myself deeper into him.
When I was done, incredibly I was still hard. But of course I knew I had to pull out. As I went to slide out he grabbed my butt cheek and held me still while he ground his backside into my crotch and sighed a little.
Finally we both cleaned up and straightened our clothes. We never said a word to each other. Just smiles and a few pecking kisses. I went out first and took my seat once again. A minutes later he returned to his seat. He flashed me a great big grin and I gave him a wink, then nodded off to sleep.
Not the best fuck I've ever had, but it certainly was satisfying. Like a cold beer on a really hot day. Usually I feel some twinge of guilt about having anonymous sex with a stranger, but this time I felt nothing but satisfaction. I was glad that he didn't speak.
When I got off the plane Andrew's driver was there waiting with a sign that had my last name on it. I felt a little like a rock star. Before I knew it I was in the back of a limousine and slowly moving out away from the airport.
I hadn't been back to Cleveland since I left, but not much about the city appeared to have changed in the intervening years.
When we pulled up to the house, I was not at all prepared for the young man who opened the door at Andrew's house.
