Second Chance at Love

Chapter Four

I was worried that Monday would be uncomfortable when I got to work. The development and business analyst teams had a meeting with the VP of IT Monday morning to give an update on our projects. Mike sat down next to me and flashed me a smile. I looked around the room. I was sure that everyone was looking at me and knew that I had had s*x with Mike.

When it was my project's turn, Mike gave the update. He said that the project was a month behind before I started and we were now only two weeks behind after my two weeks on the job. He predicted we'd be on track in two weeks. He also mentioned what a great job I was doing and how glad he was to have me. I blushed as everyone clapped and the double entendre did not escape me.

After work, I went to the gym and was changing into my shorts when Toby walked in. He grabbed a locker near me and I greeted him and when he started undressing, I hurried out and waited outside the locker room. I didn't want him to catch me checking him out. He seemed like he was straight and I didn't want to make him mad, or worse, bash my face in.

When he came out of the locker room he smiled when he saw me. He was wearing a tank top and running shorts.

"Ready, Petey?"

"Yeah," I nodded and I followed him to the weights. He said we were going to do a 'top down' circuit, 12 reps with 12-pound weights. He did the exercises with me, showing me what to do, but doing it with a lot heavier weights and more reps. We did back, shoulders, biceps, triceps, then what he called 'core': back lifts, crunches then squats. We then did it all again two more times. After that, he told me to do the treadmill for 20 minutes. I thought I was going to die by the time I got to the treadmill.

Right before the 20 minutes was up, Toby got on the treadmill next to me. "Push as fast as you can for a minute, then slow it down every minute for 5."

I grunted and pushed myself hard by the time the five minutes were up, my breathing was evening out. I hit stop and got off the treadmill and Toby clapped me on the back. I was hot and sweaty and my arms and shoulders were killing me.

"Good workout, Petey."

"Yeah, if you say so," I groaned, but with a smile.

A loud voice interrupted us. "Tank! Where the hell have you been?"

I looked up to see a guy walk up to Toby and shake his hand. His head was shaved extremely short, except for a short mohawk. He had a soul patch and a couple of days of beard growth. He looked to be about 6'1" and maybe 170 pounds. He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and basketball shorts. His arms and chest looked nicely defined. He had three Asian characters tattooed in a line down his right bicep. He had that douchebag jock look to him.

"Dude, I've been busy," Toby said. "I've been working extra shifts at the hospital."

"Who's this?" he asked nodding towards me.

"This is my new neighbor, Pete," Toby said. "Pete, this is Max."

I thought it funny that he introduced me as 'Pete' when he always called me 'Petey'.

"Hi, Max," I said.

Max shook my hand. "Nice ta meet ya, Pete. So, Tank, we gonna go out this weekend or what?"

"Tank?" I asked.

"That's me," Toby said. "A nickname."

"Oh. It fits."

"What, you call him 'Toby'?" Max asked. "Nobody calls him Toby, not even Kristy."

I shrugged.

"I'm off Saturday night," Toby told Max. "I'll call you."

I followed Toby to the locker room and I asked him about his nickname. He said everyone called him Tank except for his Mom. I asked if I should call him Tank instead of Toby and he shrugged and said, "If you want. I don't mind if you call me Toby."

I quickly undressed and showered. I made sure not to look at Toby even though I was dying to peek. After getting dressed, I thanked Toby, said bye, and then headed home.

Tuesday afternoon I was sitting in my cubicle and feeling a little tired. I got up and decided to go downstairs to the break room, passing Mike's office as I went. He was on the phone and I caught his eye and he winked at me. I smiled and went to the soda machine. I put in a dollar and as I pressed the Coke button, Mike casually walked up next to me. I bent down and got my change and soda and Mike grunted. He was looking down at my ass and I blushed and stood up quickly.

Mike put his dollar in the machine and whispered, "I can't stop thinking about you. Can I come over after work for a little bit?"

"Yes," I whispered back and then headed back upstairs.

Mike arrived at my apartment about fifteen minutes after I got home.

"I can't stay long, Peter, but I just had to have your ass again."

Mike pulled me to him and kissed me hard. I sucked on his tongue before he moved his mouth to my ears and my neck. He pulled me by the hand to my bedroom and we quickly got undressed.

"Where're the condoms?"

I pointed to the nightstand and he opened the drawer and pulled out the lube and condoms he brought last time. I got onto the bed and he crawled on top of me.

"Turn over," he whispered in my ear. "I want to take you from behind."

"Um... I like it better on my back," I whispered back.

"Come on, Peter, just this one time. I want to see your ass."

I rolled over onto my stomach and Mike grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto my knees. He lubed me up and unwrapped a condom and rolled it down his shaft. He lined the head up with my hole and pushed the head into me with a pop.

"Oh! Mike! Stop...," I grunted. "Wait, it hurts..."

Mike held still as he ran his hands up and down my back and sides. "Give it a minute... f**k, you're so tight and warm inside."

I winced and bit my lip as Mike pushed further into me. He slowly pulled back and then pushed in deeper.

"Oh, god," I moaned in pain.

Mike grabbed my hips and began slowly thrusting in and out of me. He gradually built up speed until he was pounding me hard and fast. His body slapped against my ass and the smacking echoed throughout the rooms with his grunts and groans and my whimpers. By the time I was starting to feel really good, Mike roared and thrust into me and came inside the condom. He pulled out and tied the condom off and wadded it into a tissue, then collapsed on the bed. I fell forward and rolled over onto my side next to him.

My d**k was hard and needed attention. I nuzzled Mike's neck and took his hand and brought it to my d**k. He rolled over, pushing me onto my back. He stroked me a couple of times, then let go. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He took my right hand and put it onto my d**k.

"I want to watch you," he whispered.

I stared into his eyes as I stroked myself. When my breathing quickened and my body tensed, he looked down at my c**k. I gripped his shoulders with my left hand and buried my face into his neck as I quickly jacked with my right hand. I moaned and shot my load all over my chest and stomach. He bent down and kissed me.

"That was hot, Peter."

"Yeah," I sighed.

"I want you all to myself, Peter."

"What?" I was a little bit surprised and confused as to what he was asking. I lifted my head up and looked him in the eye.

"I don't want you seeing anyone else as long as we're together."

That wasn't exactly fair. I mean, we weren't exactly 'together' and he went home to his wife every night, but I nodded and said, "Okay, Mike."

"Good."

Mike kissed me, then pulled me out of bed and we went into the bathroom and took a quick shower together. As were drying each other off, he told me we were gonna work on Saturday again and if weren't too far behind, we could spend the afternoon together. He hurriedly dressed and then with a quick peck on the lips and a smack on my ass, he was gone.

Mike couldn't wait for Saturday. Thursday evening, I had only been home about 20 minutes when he called and said he was on his way home and asked if could stop by for a few minutes. He walked in and kissed me.

"I only have a few minutes," he said. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. He pulled his hard c**k out of his slacks and pulled my head towards it. I gripped the base with my right hand and took him into my mouth. I quickly pumped my sucking mouth up and down while stroking and twisting him with my hand.

He groaned loudly. "Oh... f**k. Just like that, Peter. Keep it up like that and you're gonna get my load."

I kept going at a steady pace and it didn't take him long. After a few minutes, he grabbed my head and pumped his come into my mouth. When he started to go soft, I let him go and pulled myself up to my feet.

"Thanks," he said as he stuffed his softening d**k back into his pants. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."

He quickly kissed me and left. I was a little taken aback by his abrupt arrival and departure. I looked at the clock and not even 15 minutes had passed from the time he got here.