(This is the first of a series about a single guy who gets laid pretty often but likes the Bud Side, too. A close associate at works sends an email that stimulates conversation, and a whole lot more. As with all my stories, there is no basis in reality and the characters reflect no one I know now nor have ever known...these are merely the expression of a wild imagination. Copyright is reserved. Hope you enjoy it!)
"I got the strangest email this morning," Sam chuckled, shaking his head. We were enjoying the last warm days of late summer, sitting outside the company lunch room at one of six picnic tables. We always took a late lunch and had the area almost all to ourselves. It was a bright sunny day but without out the oppressive humidity the Northeast is sometimes noted for. "Not sure if I even want to tell you what it was about."
"Yeah, my inbox gets loaded with all sorts of crap. I thought the server filters were supposed to stop that stuff before it even got in the system," I replied. "Maybe you should ask the IT department about it. Was it spam?"
"Well, I doubt the server would catch it, seeing as how it was generated within the company here. And no, I don't think it was spam," Sam said. "It was written directly to me and not part of some spam mailing. You can always tell those. No, this was very different...and very personal." He chuckled and shook his head again.
Sam was a good guy, married but no kids yet. He and his wife were both working to pay off college loans and then save for a down payment for another house. He is one of those guys that is a good confidant, keeps his mouth shut, works hard, and leaves the job at work. He also regularly works out at the company gym, hunts some and even plays golf. Both in our early thirties, we'd hit it off right from the very beginning when he first was hired. I'd been with this company for three years when Sam came on board and we were assigned to work on several projects together early on. Working side by side someone can either make or break any potential friendship. His easy going manner tempered the overall stressful nature of the job and I gravitated toward him over the course of time. He has a dry sense of humor and a quick wit. You did not have to try hard to like the guy.
My eyes darted around even though there was no one close enough to hear. "I got a strange one myself. I didn't know what to make of it, seeing how I never got one like it in all my email life. It was kind of funny on the one hand because of what it contained but then it made me stop and think. I wondered who would write something like that to me," I said.
"Come on, Pete. You tell me what was in your email and I'll tell you what was in mine," Sam said, looking right at me with all kinds of curiosity leaking out his eyes.
I shrugged. "It was pretty personal in a sense and at first I couldn't tell for sure if a guy wrote it or a woman," I said. "The email went something like this: You and I work together. I can't tell you who I am because I do not want to spoil an otherwise good atmosphere here at work. There's just something about you that turns me on and I really want to have s*x with you. If you are interested, just reply to this email. Don't bother trying to trace the source of this email backward. You won't be able to do it. That's all mine said. What about yours?" I asked.
Sam leaned toward me and spoke quietly. "That's about what mine said, too, except the fact that I'm married was mentioned. It went something like this: You and I work together. I know you are married and you seem happy and believe me, I don't want to ever come between you and your wife. You are a pretty plain person but you seem to have a good heart. There's something about you that turns me on a lot. I'd really like to get it on with you sometime soon. If you are interested, just reply to this email. Don't bother trying to track this email back through the system. You won't be able to do it. That's it. I also could not tell if a man or woman wrote it but I am leaning toward the source being a guy. You?"
I nodded, "Yeah, same here. I figured if it was a woman, she'd just come on to me, unless it's someone higher up the food chain. So that's a possibility. But I just had the sense that it was a man. It's somewhat direct, despite the attempt at anonymity. Probably some guy wants to get his rocks off but doesn't want to show his hand at work and get outed. I'm kind of put off a little in some ways but it's got me wondering who would send something like that in the company email. Any ideas on this, Sam?"
"That's about what I came up with," Sam said. "On one hand, it's intriguing to think that someone has noticed me. It's also stimulating to think that someone other than my wife wants my body. If it's a woman, there's almost always some emotional connection that they want. I'm already connected that way and really, who needs the extra diversion? On the other hand, if it's a guy, I wonder exactly what he'd want from me. Does he want to blow me? Does he want me to pork him? I mean, what?"
"Well..." I said, not sure how much to share, "I'll confess to you, I've had quite a number of blow jobs in my life. Some were real good, others were real amateurs. But the best one I ever had came from a guy in college."
Sam looked at me, eyes probing to see if I was just bull shitting him. I stared back, eyes direct and unwavering. Sam blinked first, looked away briefly, then took a sip of soda and turned back to me. "Since you opened the door, I'll also confess I had several of them in college," Sam said. He seemed to get more animated as he spoke further, "The best blow jobs I ever had came from this one guy. Let me explain a little. In the frat house, we would do all sorts of things. You know how that is, guys walking around naked half the time. There was a guy on the regatta team, he always had chicks hanging on his arm, he got laid regular just like the rest of us. He was usually kind of quiet, studied hard most of the time, kept in shape, kept to himself most of the time. It was the same way for me, chicks always somewhere near at hand, gym time, golf team, yada, yada. We had pretty similar schedules for three semesters running and we'd often end up in the showers at the same time. At first, we were both demure, you know, not necessarily shy but not overly chatty either."
"Well, this is news," I said. "All of a sudden, anonymous emails open the door to a conversation I never thought I'd want to have. Go on, then, what about the showers?" Secretly, I was excited and interested.
"Well, you're not slowing me down are you? There's a lot more interest than I would have thought...hmmm" Sam said, then kept right on going, "Anyway, one morning, we were showering, you know, just guys in the shower doing our own thing. I got done, turned the water off and it seemed to me that this other dude was timing things so we would be done together. I began to towel off and he came over and we made small talk. Then Eric, that's the guy's name, he reaches over and squeezes my upper arm and says to me, 'Hey, can I talk to you about something? It's kind of private. Could we go talk in my room...that is, if you have a couple of minutes.' I wondered what was up but I thought maybe he just needed a different perspective about something, a different angle maybe. And that is part of having a frat brother anyhow. So I agreed."
"Well, okay Sam, I took the bait by asking you to continue," I said. I looked him right in the eye and said, "Now it seems like you are setting the hook. Go on, then, finish your story."
