Stephanie Vaughan

Excerpt: "Jumping the Fence"

Kevin's eyes came open at the sound of the voice, and he realized
he'd dreamed the whole thing. The weak winter sun shone on his
back, and he knew he must have fallen asleep. The best blowjob of
his life, and it was all a fantasy. He didn't know whether to sigh with
relief or cry in frustration. As intense as the whole thing had been,
he should probably be thankful it hadn't been a wet dream.

“Hey, Beltrán -- you coming?” The door leading out to the patio off
the lunchroom stood open, and the new guy, Durrance, leaned his
head and shoulders out. “We've got a one o'clock meeting.”

“Yeah. I'll be there.” Shit. Kevin tossed the remains of his lunch in
the trash and wondered how long Durrance been standing there.
How much had he seen?

* * * * *

Slipping in through the conference room's back door, Kevin tried for
unobtrusive, a tough pull at six-foot-one. Still, the meeting was a
big one and there were probably fifteen people gathered around the
room's big oak table. No time to hunt for a seat, Kevin grabbed the
first available -- next to Durrance, naturally. The pre-meeting
banter was just beginning to die down as he dropped into the
vacant chair.

“Thanks for making time, y'all. I know everybody's super busy, but
I'd like to get an update from everyone on where y'all stand with the
transition. Margaret, could we start with you?”

Still unsettled by his dream, Kevin only glanced briefly at Helen at
the head of the table before allowing his gaze to focus on the
notebook he'd brought with him, and his thoughts to wander. It
would take a good twenty minutes for Helen, the project's lead, to
work her way around the table to him. That meant he had eighteen
minutes to ruminate on what the hell was wrong with him.

It wasn't like he was gay, or anything.

Fuck, no. As much as they drove him crazy, he'd always done fine
with women. Kevin knew he was okay-looking. He was no Brad Pitt,
but wasn't a troll, either. Women liked him fine.

But, Jesus, lately they were driving him over the edge. They wanted
it. They didn't want it. They didn't do it on the first date. Didn't give
head. Could they just kiss? Not with the lights on. It made his head
want to implode just thinking about it. Whatever they possessed
that passed for a thought process was totally alien to him.

Maybe that was why, more and more lately, Kevin found himself
thinking about other guys. Not like in a gay way, or anything. But
just about meeting up with another guy. Maybe stroking each
other's tools. Checking it out. He'd like to give a hand job. Or a b.j.
God. Just thinking about it got him hard.

The chair next to him creaked as Durrance chose that moment to
shift in his seat. Kevin's eyes flicked automatically to the new guy's
crotch. An image of what the other man might have hidden there
flashed into Kevin's mind. In an instant, he pictured himself running
his fingers down the sides of it. Feeling the fully engorged shape of
it. Comparing it to his own. Would it be short and thick? Long and
curved? What about the color? And the taste? He imagined taking it
into his mouth ...

Christ! He yanked his thoughts back to the meeting. Rodriguez from
Marketing was droning on, as usual. Kevin hoped what he'd been
thinking didn't show on his face, and glanced over at Durrance.

The other man was looking back at him.

Oh, shit . He couldn't help himself. Kevin looked back. And felt his
cock, already half hard from his fantasizing, swell even more.
Durrance's gaze dipped for the briefest split-second to Kevin's lap,
where, Kevin knew, his baggy chinos couldn't entirely hide what was
happening to him. The expression on the other man's face didn't
change, but something flickered in his eyes, and Kevin knew that he
knew. Shit, shit, shit.

Kevin closed his eyes and looked away just as Bhapodra from
Finance, sitting next to him, began his report.

Shit, shit, shit.

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