Having sex in a car with my straight male colleague

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I fantasized about having sex with him in a car. He was strong and muscular, showing signs of working out at the gym. His neatly trimmed mustache was clearly well-groomed, and he even left a lingering scent of Kenzo water after passing by my seat.

On his first day at the company, I bet my best friend he was almost certainly gay, or I'd treat him to dinner. A team-building event was soon held at a Japanese buffet, but he brought a cute and playful girl. During the meal, he peeled shrimp for his girlfriend, mixed wasabi for her, and when she whispered in his ear, his mustache practically gleamed with laughter. His face was radiant with happiness; it was undeniable. I never considered the possibility that he was gay again. One day, after finishing overtime, I left the company in the pouring rain. I was standing on the roadside waiting for a car without an umbrella when a car suddenly stopped in front of me. The window rolled down, and there was his face. "Get in, it's raining so hard, I'll take you home." "No need, I'll wait for the bus, it's not on my way." "Don't you live in the north? I saw you once, get in, it's on my way, we can't stop here for too long." After I opened the door and sat down, he handed me a towel. "Here, dry your hair, don't catch a cold." The car's heater was on full blast, and the faint perfume, the indistinct sweat mixed with the damp, earthy smell I brought in from outside after the rain, made me feel like I was walking on clouds, a kind of unreal feeling. "Hey, I'm talking to you, do you have a boyfriend?" I was startled as I dried my hair, "Huh? What?? Who told you??" He smiled, "It really is, I was just asking." "Ugh, that's enough. No, what, are you going to introduce me to a guy?" Then he chuckled twice, and we didn't say anything more. The rain was getting heavier, falling on the car window like small pebbles, meandering into a river. He dropped me off at the entrance of my apartment complex. As he got out of the car, he handed me an umbrella and said, "Go home quickly, return it to me at the company tomorrow." I took a couple of steps, turned around, and all I saw was a vast expanse of white; there was no trace of him left. ? 02 ? After that ride with him, sometimes he would ask me what time I got off work and suggest we walk together. Feeling a little embarrassed, the third time I rode in his car, I insisted on giving him some money for gas. He didn't insist and accepted it. One Friday, it was raining and I was working overtime. We were sitting in the car. Just before I got out, he said, "Hey, let's chat, keep me company." I looked in the mirror; his face looked like a bitter gourd hanging from a vine. "My girlfriend and I had a fight," he said, lighting a cigarette and rambling on. He and his girlfriend had come to Beijing after graduating from university and had been together for five or six years. Now his girlfriend wanted to get married, but he felt it wasn't urgent. He exhaled a smoke ring, the smoke completely obscuring his face. "Well, to be honest, I don't like her that much. I do like her, I have feelings for her, but it's not to the point of marriage yet." I coughed, and he rolled down the window a little, letting in a rush of cold air. "Actually, I'm quite envious of you singles. You're free, you can do whatever you want, you can be happy on your own, no need to accommodate anyone else, isn't that great?" I don't remember what else he said, only that his Adam's apple bobbed, his slightly weary face made me uneasy. I had to quickly find a topic to avoid letting my imagination run wild. "Why did you agree to give me a ride? I can understand if you're not against homosexuality, but logically speaking, straight men wouldn't actively interact with us, right?" He smiled at me, winking, and said, "What am I afraid of? You're just a bottom at best!" "Go to hell, am I that obvious? I thought I was straight!" Later, I got out of the car and went home. I think I could still see his car after I went upstairs. · 03 · Our relationship gradually developed during hitchhiking trips. I really wanted him to sleep with me, always had, but I kept remembering his smiling face as he served food to his girlfriend, so I always stayed within bounds, not daring to take any risks.

Things changed on an ordinary day after work. I finished overtime around 10 pm that day, and I was almost asleep in the car. I vaguely felt his hand on my thigh. I was wearing thin pants that day, and his hand was very hot. It moved slowly from near my knee to my thigh. My whole body stiffened, and I didn't know how to react. Only one part of me became involuntarily engorged with blood. "I know you're not asleep. Want to try it with me?" These words were like a spell. I suddenly started touching him. Like a wildfire, it spread like wildfire in an instant. In the cramped car, we rolled around like a lump of mud. After it was all over, I didn't dare to look at his face. I dried myself off with a tissue and ran back home. Actually, I thought, "He's the one who initiates, so what am I afraid of?" But something just felt off, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Lying on my bed at home, I felt a mix of guilt and a triumphant thrill. I put my hand to my nose; the smell of his bodily fluids lingered. I put my hand in my mouth, imagining his strong body, his erect penis, his powerful ejaculation, replaying scene after scene like a movie. My other hand quickly masturbated, and I soon came again. Standing under the showerhead, sadness and guilt crashed like waves, leaving my mind blank. "Bang!" There was the sound of a door opening, and someone said, "Working so late again today, baby? I bought your favorite milk tea in the fridge. Drink it after you shower. Oh, and I bought tickets for your favorite play this weekend. Let's go see it together." "Okay, sure." I tried my best to hold back my tears. There was a couple's electric toothbrush in the bathroom, bought three years ago. I whispered in my boyfriend's ear, "It must have been tiring lying to me all this time, pretending to love me. Thank you for your trouble."

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