You never found it weird that I’d pass my hands through your hair, that I’d jokingly grab your crotch or randomly hug you. We were close, like brothers. Then one day, while we were training, you told me the most wonderful thing. The night before, you said, you had watched gay porn for the very first time. And loved it. It was ‘different’. I played along, told you I’d give it a try too, if you could recommend some videos. You came back the next week with a cd full with more than three hours of men-on-men sex. Since then, you’d constantly email me links to more porn. I jerked off to every single thing you sent me, imagining you watching them with me. As the months passed, our relationship changed. We flirted, constantly. You called me once and asked me to moan. I did, loudly, I said things like ‘fuck me!’, and you were grunting on the other side of the phone. I heard your breathing get faster, I heard you screaming when you were cumming. You laughed and we hung up. I let my own cum dry. It sort of set me up for the day!’ ‘Nothing more to it, huh, Stan?’ asked Bob, rhetorically. ‘I wonder if Anne’s walking around as happy as our Stan, here?’ he asked Elizabeth, with a smirk, but the twinkle in his eye showed that he was teasing. – – – – – – – – – – Later that morning, Stan and Denise were in the Sales conference room, explaining their documentation program and its use. While the meeting went reasonably well, and most of the staff had no problems or comments, it was after the meeting that trouble occurred. Somehow or another Ewan had divined that Denise was no longer with her boyfriend. ‘Say, Denise, you fancy a drink tonight after work?’ he asked, jangling the gold bracelet on his arm. ‘No thanks Ewan, but thanks all the same.’ ‘Oh, go on. You know you want to. You don’t want to be spending the nights alone, do you?’ Ewan asked. Denise could feel the oil ooze from where she stood. Besides, she told herself, she didn’t have to be alone, did she? ‘No, Ewan, thank you.’.
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