|
Straight Guy Space
"What in God's name was *that*?"
"What was what?" Glover was just trying to be innocent. John didn't buy it for a second. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.
John could only make a noise of frustration. He was tired of this. The innuendo, the looks, the touches that could be completely innocent, but John knew they weren't. Glover was coming on to him and it had to stop.
He stomped off, in search of a bathroom and pushed the door open entirely too hard. Glover was two steps behind him.
John ignored him. He made his way to a urinal and stared in on his business. Glover stood right next to him. Jesus Christ. Didn't he know the rules? One urinal apart. There had to be space. Straight guy space.
John stared directly at the wall. You weren't supposed to look either.
"That's impressive."
John jerked and almost sprayed all over the place. "Listen. I'm not gay. It's fine that you are or whatever. Can you just leave me alone?"
Glover just smiled. And, in a voice John had to strain to hear, said, "I'm sure that I'm a million times better than any girl you've had before."
John stared at him. He had to have heard him wrong. He couldn't believe it. Smug bastard.
"I'm *married*. I have a *wife* and *kids*."
Chuckling, Glover zipped up his pants and turned slightly towards John.
John had been too flustered to remember to fasten his own pants. He stood there, his dick still in his hand.
"You just think about it. Me on my knees, sucking that cock of yours. I bet I could swallow you…how many people can say that? I bed your wife can't."
John had no idea how to respond to that. He ignored the twitch his cock gave.
"No one would ever have to know."
John shook his head and managed to put himself away. "I'm not gay." The fact that his dick was half hard meant nothing.
Glover smirked at him. "Your loss."
He turned to wash his hands and leave.
John waited until he was gone. The only thought in his head was, "This is why we should have separate bathrooms."
[ main l rps l fps ]
|
