I've been in the computer industry for a long, long time. So, it's no surprise to me when the company sends me out on the road to any one of two dozen or so offices all over the country. The Computer Support Team is pretty big, too. We have three or four team-members in every office. I work with some of these guys and girls all the time and others I hardly ever see.
A few weeks ago, I was in our St. Louis office working with one of the guys CS guys named Marc from one of our other offices. Since I'd met him on the East Coast a few years ago, I'd had my suspicions that he might be gay and just about every time I turned around, I could swear, I'd see him checking out other guys, but if a woman with nice tits or a shapely ass walked by, he didn't seem to notice.
Now, I'm as straight as they can get and being the analytical person that I think that I am, I took it upon myself to find out as much as I could about this guy. After all, we did work late nights together in a mostly empty office, then go back to our hotel rooms after a relaxing dinner. Fortunately, the company never asked us to share rooms. Otherwise, this might turn into a problem.
One night, we were upgrading some computers and the project ran late into the evening. When we were nearly finished, I started cracking jokes and calling Marc a faggot. He got really defensive and said that he was as straight as I was and that I shouldn't be making fun of him. Well, in hindsight, I probably shouldn't have been razzing him as much, but he was kind of asking for it all day, calling me a hillbilly and all kinds of other derogatory things about my background, so naturally, I figured he had it coming.
"Leave me alone, Larry," Marc kept saying.
I would respond with cracks about how sensitive he was and his complaints just fueled the fire. Finally, I think he'd had enough.
He said, "I've fucked lots of girls. You have no idea."
I figured it was best to be left alone at least for the moment. We left the office together and went to a corner restaurant to get a bite to eat. I couldn't believe it, but even at nearly midnight there was still a 45-mintue wait, so I asked the hostess to seat us at the bar. There were only two available seats, with a cute girl sitting between them.
"Hi," she said, looking at me, then at Marc.
"Hi," I politely replied.
"Should I move over one?" she offered as Marc and I sat down.
"No, no problem. I can sit here," I responded. Looking past her firm tits in that tight T-shirt was far better than staring directly at Marc.
No sooner had we gotten seated than Marc started talking about work again. "You know, we're going to have to do some troubleshooting first thing in the morning," he began. "If there's no connectivity, we're going to be working all night again."
"Oh, God," the hottie between us said, "Not a couple of computer nerds."
I smiled and looked at her and said, "Sorry. We don't mean to bore you with shop talk. I'm Larry. That's Marc. What's your name?"
"April," she replied.
"That's a pretty name. Is that when you were born?" I asked.
"No, April responded. My parents were hippies."
"And what do you do for a living?" Marc asked.
"I'm in computers," she said with a grin. "But you won't catch me talking about it in a place like this."
I looked around. The place was packed with a lot of people much younger than I am. Marc and this other girl are a lot younger than I am, too.
The conversation started rolling and one thing led to another. Before I knew it, the three of us were back in my hotel room and cracking into the mini-bar.
