Andy is Trying - Chapter 09

ANDY IS TRYING

Chapter 9: Andy goes on a Date

The firm hand groping my ass was not an isolated incident.

The next week at work was a succession of subtle, - or not so subtle -, spicy games between David and I.

We did not do anything crazy but it was just enough to keep me obsessed.  

He would adjust his crotch as I walked by; I would wear tighter jeans and pick up a pen from the floor when he was around; once, in a meeting, he even brushed his hand against my groin.

It was quick and barely noticeable, but I certainly felt it.

Another time, he had to change before going into another meeting and, taking advantage of the fact that we were alone for a brief moment, he let his office door opened and began to undress in front of me.

He pulled down his trousers to reveal the back of a pair of tighties whities and some hairy ass cheeks to die for.

Now that I knew David's intentions, there was no doubt that the tenuous moments I had caught before we even started doing anything remotely sexual were not a figment of my imagination.

All those times when he had spread his legs or opened an extra button of his shirt were intentional.

David wanted me.

He had always wanted me, from day one.

I tried to ignore him. I tried to resist. I tried to be reasonable.

I failed miserably, every step of the way.

I could not ignore him; I could not resist; and I ended up being very unreasonable.

This back and forth culminated on the next Thursday evening when David and I were once again alone in the office.

This time around, there was no doubt as to what we were about to do.

I walked into his office as soon as the last employee (Philips) left around 9 p.m.

I was already hard under my tightest pair of jeans.

I really could not play the innocent card as I was also wearing my sexiest pair of tiny, - bulge and bum enhancing -, orange briefs.

Victor had told me once that it was the hottest thing I had ever worn.

Frankly, I had done very little useful work that day, my mind was too preoccupied with the evening ahead.

We were about to launch the first surveys to target voters meaning that I should have been extra-focused, but I was all about pleasing my boss in a very different way.

No need for judging me, I was judging myself enough.

Basically, as soon as I was not with David, - standing sufficiently far away from his raw sexual energy -, I was mad at myself and I swear, trying to get it together.

I could not be that weak!

I could stay away from a hunky older man, no matter how sexy and manly he was. Right?!

I had to!

I was scolding myself and trying to fix my brain towards more appropriate thoughts or goals.

As if this method had ever worked on anyone…

This whole thing was ridiculous, it would not lead anywhere, and I had a date planned with a guy who seemed perfect, or at the very least, who was neither married nor my boss.

I should have been thinking about that instead!

The problem was, as soon as I was seeing David, I was unable to control my urges.

Just like he did not seem able to control his.

He was attracted to me like a magnet.

Yes, to me, the nerdy ginger guy with glasses!

How did this happen?

In any case, on Thursday night, I walked into his office and David was waiting for me.

And by that, I mean that he was REALLY anticipating my visit.

“Sir? May I come in?”

He was sitting at his desk. David moved his chair slightly to the side right as I came in and I saw it.

His dick, in all its glory.

The fucker had already been jerking off under his desk!

His fat cock was there, hard and leaking, wet and juicy, dominating the scene as the suit pants had fallen around the politician’s ankles.

“I was hoping you would come.” He spoke softly.

It was not the first time and it would certainly be the last, I was speechless in front of him.

Sometimes, my life felt like a lucid dream.

It was simultaneously too good, too crazy and too transgressive to be true.

David had stopped stroking his meat since I had arrived but the monster cock kept on twitching, calling me towards it.

I could not refuse the call.

My knees fell on the floor.

I did not think it, I did not process it, it just happened. I was crawling towards that irresistible crotch.

As I approached, David slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

From below, he was looking like a God. Manly, hairy, sexy 46 years-old God.

Since I could not speak, he was the one who talked again.

“I’ve been waiting for this all week long. It’s been almost unbearable to watch you walk around the office.”

I put my hands on his bare thighs, I leaned over to kiss his balls.

I took the time to smell him.

I licked his cock. I felt his veins.

This dick was mine.

“I missed you too.”

I was not sure if I was talking to David or to his junks.

He patted my hair and guided me towards his bone.

I started my blowjob. I felt much more confident than a week prior. It was thick but I had managed to handle it once, I could do it again.

In fact, I could not wait to be gagging and choking myself on his meaty stick.

“Fuck yes, that’s the stuff… You’re so good with that eager mouth of yours…”

David was rock-hard which made the deepthroat difficult but I went for it anyway.

“Grrl… Grrl… Slurp… Grrl…”

My throat was already filled.

I felt his precum sticking against my tongue and my palate.

“I can tell, baby. You’ve been thirsting over my juice. I’ll give it to you, all of it.”

I nodded yes by going back-and-forth on his cock.

Such an ingenious way to communicate mid-sucking!

David seemed to like it.

But it was not enough.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me away from his cock.

Without his penis inside of my throat, I felt like a part of me had been ripped away.

Yes, I was a hopeless case.

Addicted to a future Governor’s cock, that would make a hell of a reality tv show on weird addictions.

“I want more, sir, please…” I begged.

I was for real but I was also playing. I wanted to drive him crazy.

He smiled at me.

“I know. You’ll get more, Andy. I want it too. But first, get naked.”

“Yes.”

Just to be clear, I was not willing to do anything he would have told me to do, but it turned out that everything he was asking was exactly what I wanted to do.

I started undressing as he stood from his chair to go shut the door.

Dang.

Once again, I had taken a crazy risk leaving it open without even realizing.

I did have flashes that I was playing with fire, but since I was with David, I was ignoring all the red flags.

He stripped down as well.

For the first time, we were both in the nude.

Stark naked, horny and hard.

This was when we started making out.

He sat back on his chair and I sat on his laps. We kissed for minutes on end as I was feeling his dick against my ass.

As the make-out became sloppier, his cock lodged its way further and more firmly right in the middle of my ass crack.

I started rubbing myself onto him and David was virtually fucking me… Without really fucking me.

My own dick was smashed against his hairy stomach.

Honestly, I could have stayed like this for hours.

It was because of these moments that I could not be too mad at myself.

I had never felt such ecstasy, - not even with Victor, or maybe only the very first time he had fucked me -, and such a rare moment had to be cherished.

It was worth any risk.

Besides, David had more tricks up his sleeves.

From my lips, he started kissing my neck, then my chest, my nipples, “aaaah…”; He lowered himself on the chair until he was licking my stomach and finally, he was all over my dick.

Somehow, he had slid from the chair and he was the one on his knees, blowing my cock and I was the one caressing his hair.

I had fun making them messy on purpose.

“Hmmmm… Keep going, David… Hmmm… That’s so… Hmmm… So good.”

There were few things in life I enjoyed more than sucking a fat cock but I must say, receiving a blowjob myself was definitely in the running for my favorite activities.

David was surprisingly good at it and he was meticulously swallowing my rod to my balls.

When I felt his hands gripping my ass and especially a few fingers lingering in my crack, I was damn near Heaven.

He deep-throated me for a little while, sending me to places in my mind, and then abruptly spat my cock out of his mouth.

“Now, turn around. I want to eat you up!”

“God…”

He grabbed my hips and helped me turned on myself, doggy style.

A split second later, his tongue invaded my hole and he was rimming me like a dog in heat.

This had been so long…

This felt so good…

The tickling sensation against my tissues sent me to the edge.

But David was a multi-tasker.

He did not only smother himself in my ass, he was also milking my cock from behind simultaneously.

He was rubbing his wet hands against my cockhead, jerking me off furiously, all the while his tongue was searching my insides.

“Aaah… Yes… God, yes… Aaaah…”

I lost control and without even having the time to warn him, I bust my loads in his hands after a few strokes only.

He felt my strong ejaculation as his face, and notably his nose, was still shoved deep in my ass and I sensed his reaction inside of me.

Once again, it was pretty surreal.

“Looks like someone was horny!” David eventually joked, looking at his creamy hands.

“I… It was just too… Hmmm…”

“Drink that.”

He gave me his white filthy fingers and I licked them off.

For some reason, I avoided the finger with the ring… As if this changed anything, as it made it more acceptable to eat my own spunk fed by a married man.

My sperm was literally coating on the wedding ring!

I decided to take some of the control back.

I knew that he liked that anyway.

“Now, turn around. It’s my turn.”

“You’re still hungry?”

“Always!”

The politician got on all fours in a beautiful submissive position, and I went behind him like the wagon of a train, facing his hairy fat ass.

“Bon appetit!” He said gleefully.

Right choices of word.

I could not wait to eat my dessert.

I spread his massive cheeks to help me see what the hell I was doing in the middle of the Amazonian forest which was his ass crack and I dove in.

Tongue first.

I heard him moaning almost instantly and I knew I was in the right zone.

I decided to pull the same move as he had a minute earlier and to grab his cock from behind.

The night I milked a future Governor like a cow, that would make another great title for a TV series.

His asshole was wet, musky, sweaty and everything you could hope for if you like strong smells and raunchiness.

I am not too sure how long I rimmed him but I only stopped when David too, had nutted all over my hands.

Once more, I tried to follow his lead and to give him my fingers to clean up but this time, he changed the script.

“Nah. Eat my sperm. I’ve promised you my juice.”

“Thank you…” I muttered, genuinely grateful for the honor.

“Here you go, take your time… Enjoy those proteins.”

He kissed my forehead as I thoroughly licked, sucked and cleaned my own dirty fingers.

His cum was a treat, sweet and creamy.

The shame creeped in shortly after, as soon as I was done in fact, when David hurried to take care of the mess and to dress back up.

“I cannot leave the office too late tonight.” He stated.

That was rough.

One minute, I was on cloud nine, the minute after, I was crashing hard on the ground.

That man could switch from sex machine to professional politician in a blink of an eye.

I was not so good at compartmentalizing.

“Do you think we should keep doing this?” I asked as he was checking if his shirt had not gotten dirty.

We had been more careful this time.

“Why? You think we shouldn’t?”

I took a deep breath.

“David, I don’t want to destroy your family. There’s also your career, and mine, on the line. You know this is wrong.”

It was the first time I was addressing the situation upfront. It was about time, I know, but even then, I surprised myself to have the balls to say that.

I was taking the risk to end it all, whatever we had going on between us.

David seemed to think.

He was doing that sometimes during a meeting or when Rebecca was pressing him.

Instead of stammering or thinking out loud, he would impose a moment of silence to the entire room, and then, most often, say something quite definitive.

This was part of his natural charisma.

He looked at me in the eyes when he spoke again.

“To address your concerns, you do not have the power to destroy my family. My family can only destroy itself. Regarding our careers, I understand, if we were to be caught, the scandal would destroy my political chances but would impact your life as well. This is a risk you need to calculate for yourself. As to know whether this is wrong, this is tougher question. Who can decide what’s wrong and what’s right? As far as I’m concerned, that felt pretty good.”

He was smart.

The man had no tangible policy and no backbone regarding his agenda for Pennsylvania but he was clever.  

“And so? What do you think we should do?” I insisted.

“I believe that we can be smart enough so we won’t get caught. I admit, I may have gone a little bit too daring when we were in public, I can handle that part better. I also believe you’ll get tired of me before I get tired of you anyway.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes, you’re young, you’ve just arrived in the city… I assume you’re seeing people.”

“I might be… I have a date tomorrow.” I admitted.

“See! That’s good though. You should meet someone. Soon, you won’t even see the point of entertaining the life of a married man.”

“I’m your entertainment?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

I did not know what I was trying to achieve here. Make a scene? Be jealous? Ask more from him?

Even he had wanted to, I would have never ever let David Crown jeopardize his family for my sake.

“Okay then. I guess… I guess I’ll see you at work and… Well, next Thursday for… For this?”

“Or maybe not. The most important thing I wanted to say to you Andy, is that obviously, I cannot ask anything from you. The second you decide this is over, it’s over. Period.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m the one who decides when and if this is happening.” I replied, jaded.

He smiled.

“Exactly.”

“Bye, David.”

“Bye, Andy.”

*

As you can imagine, the post-rimming conversation did nothing to help clearing my mind.

I had no idea of what I wanted and where I was going with this “situation” (for lack of a better word, - I could not call this a relationship), and when I remembered that I was supposed to go on a date with Darius the following evening, I got even more confused.

In the end, I convinced myself that a date was exactly what I needed to get my mind in check.

I could not have forgotten about the date anyway since Laurie was relentless about it.

She was here when the whole thing had been planned after all, and it was partly thanks to her that I was finally going out.

She even helped me arrange my outfit so I would not look, and I quote, “so much like a dork.”

I took her advice and I did unbutton the top of my boring white shirt.

“I’ll go with you to the Impero for dinner.” She told me by the end of the afternoon.

“You wanna see Cody?”

“I might. But don’t think it’s gonna be a double date, you need to meet with that sexy cook by yourself.”

“Well, good. You think I wanted you there, baby-sitting me? I certainly don’t want Cody or you looking at me like I’m some sort of scientifical project, the desperate guy trying to date someone, while I’m getting to know that guy.”

She laughed but then she stopped teasing me.

Neither of the Crowns were at the office that day and the atmosphere was pretty light. Even the serious Philips joked around!

Frankly, it was a good way to detoxify myself from David.

I had to treat him like a serious addiction at this stage and the best way to deal with it was to stay as far away as possible.

We also left the office pretty early for once.

At the restaurant, I first came by the kitchen, - it was very early in the service -, to let Darius know that I was here.

I tried not to over-think everything and to listen to my guts.

“Hey, I… I just wanted to let you know I’m getting dinner with Laurie. We’re still on for later?”

“Of course, we are! I’ve been looking forward to see you all week.”

I remained a fan of his work outfit with the sleeveless tank top exposing his arms and the apron.

He honestly looked great. A ten out of ten.

We hugged a bit awkwardly but he seemed more relaxed than the last times and happy to see me.

Phew!

Maybe the night would be nicer than I had anticipated!

I was so much in my own head that I had not even considered that I might actually enjoy my time with Darius.

As always, the food was delicious, which was definitely a plus. Especially when I was not paying for my meal!

Cody was bar-tending at the other side of the restaurant and offering Laurie and I additional shots.

I did not drink too many as I did not want to be hammered for my first date in years…

Wait!

My first date ever actually.

Victor and I had never really done that, and the rest of my sex life had been made of a very few (rather pathetic) GrindR hook-ups.

Not even mentioning my most recent shenanigans with my boss…

Yes, I definitely needed a bit of alcohol to relax.

The kitchen was closing around 10:30 p.m. and Darius made himself available as soon as he could.

He did not accept the beer proposed by Cody and instead, he quickly pulled me away from the restaurant.

“I know a lot of people like to stay after their shifts for a drink. We all get along very well in here, but like, when the work is done, I want to get the hell away from it!”

“But you like it right? Being a cook here?”

“Oh yeah, the owner is cool, the coworkers are cool, I mean, you know Cody, and it gives me the space to keep learning before one day, maybe, opening my own restaurant.”

“That’s your goal?”

“It is. Well, it’s more like a dream at this point.”

The conversation started off and then, went on very naturally.

Without me noticing, we had walked nearly a mile towards a busier street a few blocks away with more popular bars.

We picked one randomly and stayed there for nearly two hours, just talking about our lives.

It began with work. Darius told me a lot about his favorite recipes, how his own establishment would look like, and when he was thinking he would be ready to take the leap of leaving the Impero.

I told him about my degree, how was my college experience during covid, I spent a little time rambling about my last internship and how my boss ended up in jail, and finally, I told him about my current job.

When he asked me about David Crown, I deflected.

That brought us to my new life in Philly, my surprise to have a roommate, - Darius had already heard Cody’s version of the apartment’s mix-up -, and finally, we talked about some more personal stuff.

This was when the evening took a less favorable turn.

Not that something wrong happened but I mentioned Victor and quickly explained that it had taken me two years to realize how toxic he had truly been, while Darius was clearly still very affected by what had happened with his ex.

I think he told me more about Jonathan and how he had discovered he had been cheating on him for a good part of their relationship than about anything else we discussed that night… combined.

The worst part was probably when he realized it.

You should have seen his face; Darius looked tired with his own self.

I could relate.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked so much about him. That’s not what I wanted.”

“That’s fine. You needed to let some things off your chest.”

“Yes, maybe, but not the best thing to do on a first date. Especially when you’re been so cool and I’ve been having such a nice time. I don’t want you to have the wrong idea.”

That answer did make up for it a little.

“I’ve been having a nice time too. Don’t worry. Although, yes, maybe next time, it could be less about your ex and more about… I don’t know, literally any other topic.” I joked.

He put his head in his hands.

“Please, tell me I didn’t fuck this up cause, I’d really like to see you again.”

“You didn’t fuck anything up. Honesty, this was great.”

He held my hand.

I felt the spark. He was warm and I felt secure.

Probably without this move, I would have not contacted him again but Darius was winning me back.

“I’m glad. There will be a next time then?”

“Sure. I mean, we can take our time. I want you to be certain this is something you wanna do. I’m not looking for a one-night-stand.”

“Neither am I.”

He tightened his hold.

He was communicating that he liked me and it worked. It felt nice.

“I think all I want is a simple healthy relationship.” I said, being real.

At the very least, at this moment, I was sincere.

“I get that. Simple and healthy is so difficult to find.”

“Yes. Complicated and messy seem to be everywhere though!”

He smiled and he leaned over the table to kiss me on the cheek.

That was cute and we left things there.

When I came back home, I stumbled on Laurie and Cody snuggling on the couch, watching a Netflix show.

I had not realized they were spending the night together, or that they were at this “cuddling” point of their relationship.

Apparently, I was not as much as in the middle of their story as I thought, they were keeping a few secrets from me.

Good for them and probably good for my friendships with the both of them.

“So?! How was the date?!” Laurie immediately asked, excited.

Cody had the same face, eager to know more.

“Noisy much?”

“Come on! Tell us! How did it go?” Cody insisted.

“I’m back home, alone.”

“Maybe that just means you’re both very respectable men.”

Respectable man. What a strange to define myself. If only they knew what I was up to on Thursday nights.

“We are respectable, yes, and it did go well.”

“And?!”

I sighed.

“And I’m not sure Darius is ready for anything serious, or anything at all.”

The two of them made a disappointed “ohhh” sound in unison.

“You don’t have to feel bad. It was cool, we’ll probably see each other again. It’s just… Let’s say that it’s not a done deal. Yet.”

“But do you like him?”

Good question. I had so many things in my mind lately.

“I think so, yes.”

Laurie and Cody high-fived.

“And that’s better than nothing!” Cody exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes and went in my room to give them a bit of intimacy.

It was a start indeed, maybe I could get something real with Darius…

Not going to lie, hearing Cody and Laurie having loud sex in the other room all night long, it sort of made me want to get to live a similar story.

My case may not be that desperate after all.