Something In The Water, Part I

[mattbarradell]

"Grab me a coffee on the way back." My manager didnt even look up at me. You kind of get used to it.

My name is Travis, I'm 23 and just like everyone else here another cog in the machine that is 'Psylon Labs' IT department. I've been working here for 4 years now, low pay, even lower prospects.

Standing in the queue at the coffee machine patiently my mind wandered. Being the only gay man in the office was hard, especially when you're surrounded by geeks in my department and the jockular sales reps opposite. They all think they are so important, but to be fair without me they wouldn't be able to sell anything. I keep their records up to date, computers running, even the phones. But damn some of them were cute.

Psylon Labs specialise in chemicals and pharmaceuticals and over the past four years I've become quite familiar with a lot of they're ranges and products. I know that some of the test samples are labelled in red, indicating dangerous content, either poisionous or could burn through stuff... although never understood how they never burn through the glass containers? There are green labels for human consumption, yellow for veterinary purposes, blue for industrial. It's all very easy to understand the general principles but as I stood there daydreaming about Ethan, the new young sales rep with the oh so perfect white teeth and angular frame, I watched as Paul walked past me carrying a corker beaker with a black label.

Me and Paul go way back. At college together I went into IT, self taught, and he went into biochemistry. After 4 years of university he asked me if there were any vacancies at my place and I got him in. He was also gay but worked in the labs downstairs. Unlike myself he was most definately out at work. With his high voice and flamboyant movements he could hardly deny it.

"Hey Trav." He flashed me a smile and a wink and went into the kitchen opposite.

Still two in front of me I took a break from waiting to get someone else's coffee and followed him in. "Hey Paul... what you got there?"

Paul looked about the room with comic suspicion. "It's something new I've been working on after hours and at break. You can't tell anyone. Promise?"

Again he flashed that smile. We dated a little in college... well dabbled, but Paul was not my type and I think I kind of just loved him as a friend and alcohol has a habit of making you blur those lines sometimes. I must admit though he did have a great smile.

"Yea course mate, you know me."

"Well, you know I've been trying to build up at the gym and it's well... gone no where." He raised an arm to show how much bicep muscle he didn't have.

I laughed sympathetically. I was no adonis but I had a little bit of definition thanks to going for a quick run every night, usually to clear my head. "It was working mate, just... slowly."

"Hmmm" He raised an obviously gay eyebrow "Well I thought, fuck it, if you can't do it the honest way, cheat! Hence this." He shook the black labelled beaker at me. The clear liquid sloshing about at me.

"Steroids?!" I half whispered half shouted back at him, now also looking around suspiciously.

"Oh god no! That stuff makes your bits shrink! And lets be fair honey I don't want to be any smaller!" I had to agree there, he wasn't the best equipped guy. I'm no size queen but I do appreciate a big... well you know and no one could accuse Paul of being well hung. Not without irony anyway. Then again who was I to talk I only beat him by an inch when we drunkly compared those years ago.

"So... what is it then?" I was actually intrigued, Paul was a bit of a bio chem genius, he'd so far come up with at least 14 patent chemicals for the company and he'd only been with us for just over 9 months. One of which was selling really well as a form of hair regrowth agent. Ethan was bragging about getting a contract with a big supermarket for it at lunch the other day.

"Well, its a little bit of this and that. Good splash of testosterone, growth hormone and a healthy sprinkle of fairy dust."

"And it works?!" I was actively trying to see the 'fairy dust' in the clear watery liquid.

"Well I don't know yet, everything points to yes, but I can't exactly trial it can I." He paused for a moment. "Can I?"

I looked at him and dismissed it. "No, course not. But imagine if you did? It'd be awesome. I take it it just encourages growth in the muscles and that?"

"Oh no, not just that, it takes the effort you make and multiplies it, don't know by how much but I've got a studly little rabbit in my lab that the rest of the bunnies can't get enough of that seem to indicate..."

Paul droned on about it and my mind wandered again. What if it did work? Imagine every guy in the world taking this stuff and becoming buff easily without too much hard work. I actually got a little hard at the thought.

"... and he doesn't seem to have had any negative side effects at all yet, so it's looking good."

"Travis!" We both snapped out of our little world as my manager, Will, popped his head around the door.

"Sorry sir, I..."

"Travis, just get back to work. I'm sure you have somewhere to be too Paul?" He spun and left but I swear I heard him mutter "faggots" under his breath as he stormed out.

"He's a douche." Paul said with his usual gay lilt.

"He is but he's right, I should get back." I stood up and walked to the door. "We out tonight?"

Paul was sat staring at this new invention. "Yea, 8 at mine?"

"Sure" I went back to my desk, pretty much forgetting about the encounter as I went back to recoding some sales data.

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About 4 I headed over to the bathroom, my manager had calmed a little and got me a coffee. A rare example of his humanity but I guess that's why I appreciated all the more. Now all I needed to do was pee. You know when it's got that bad that it becomes the only thing in your world. 'Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee'

Striding in I went to the urinal and whipped out my cock and let the pee stream out. Oh god that was better! I let out a satisfied 'Ahhh'

I hadn't noticed until I heard the snicker to my left. Ethan was stood there cock in hand also peeing other hand on the back of his hip. The way he stood I could only imagine it was to show off as he just exuded confidence.

"Needed that huh?" He nodded at me, glancing at my cock and smiling wider.

I laughed it off. "Yea guess I did." I was still peeing and he had clearly finished. He stood there looking all hot, and sexy it was actually a little maddening. He was just 19 years old and had sandy blonde hair about 5'10 so a good three inches taller than me, slim build but with an obviously powerful chest. He was wearing a grey pin stripe pair of trousers, a white shirt and a matching grey pin stripe waistcoat. He flashed that god damn beautiful smile at me and his green eyes left mine and stopped at my cock. Obviously staring at it.

I felt a little brave and did the same. Dear god he was a big boy. It took all my willpower not to get hard there and then. It I had I would have had a face full of pee!

"Yea, I know." He chuckled and put his cock back in his trousers. Life was so unfair. "Don't get me wrong dude you're adequate but I like a little more than a tickle."

I was taken aback by this. OK I'm not huge but I'm average and I've never had any complaints... not that there have been many to complain but still.

"Are you..." I shook off and tucked myself back in and stood next to him at the sinks.

"Shh yea but no one needs to know that dude. All the other guys think I'm banging Stephanie from accounting." Stephanie was actually quite plain but had a good body so I could understand why he chose her as his beard.

"Oh... well I wouldn't say anything... How did you?" I was curious as to why he would reveal this to me. We'd probably shared maybe 10 words with each other previously, other than the cursory "Morning" and "Night".

"Dude you're quite obvious, especially when you hang round with a queen like that science guy. You two fucking?" He was so confident it was annoying... and a huge turn on.

"You mean Paul? Oh no, we're just friends. Well best friends really." As soon as I said it I realise how high school that sounded.

"Hmmm" And with that he left the bathroom and I was stood with wet hands, a slight hard on and total confusion.

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I arrived at Paul's at 8 on the dot. I was always on time, hated being late. Paul didn't share the concern. He was out.

I had a key to his place, just as he had a key to mine, so I let myself in and waited for him. 20 minutes later I heard him come in, slamming the door.

"Oh! Hey Trav, so so sorry I'm late. I was at the gym." I thought he'd given up on that? "Lost track of time. Give me half an hour and I'll be all beautiful again." To be honest he looked good to me. He had a healthy shine to him that only a good workout can give... so I've heard. And he seemed actually quite cute in his joggers and vest. OK he could stand to lose the pink headband but still he was working it well.

"I'm used to you mate, take your time." I sat watching his TV, drinking one of his alcopops. Paul didn't believe in beer, he used to tell me 'why would I drink beer when I can drink something sweet and tasty and get drunk quicker?!' Couldn't argue but still I wasn't an appletini kind of guy.

15 minutes later me came out of the bathroom, towel around his waist drying his hair. I took a double take. He was kind of turning me on and I had no idea why.

"What?" Paul looked around confused, checking his towel to make sure he hadn't slipped out. "What?"

"Nu... nothing I just... I just like what you've done with your hair. It suits you." I turned back to the TV.

"Oh Travis, thank you, I've been trying this new product, it's meant to make your hair all shiny and fuller. Though from the ingredients I have no idea how, I just like the smell to be honest." One last swish of the towel he dropped the towel in the hamper next to me and he went into his room to change.

I sat there trying to get myself together. And then in the next moment I was stood by the hamper staring down at the wet towel. Peeking from underneath it was Paul's joggers. I reached out shakily and stroked the fabric.

Snapping my hand away I forced myself to sit back down and wait. What was I doing?! This is Paul. Camp as a box of hair Paul. Not my type, my friend!

"Ready!" He flounced into the room wearing shiny white trousers, cut tight to show off his bum and a pink t-shirt with a picture of a chicken on it with the slogan "Like my cock, you should see my ass"

A quick flush of adrenaline and I was up staring at him dreamily.

"You look good mate. Really good." I was stammering a little. What the hell was going on.

"Travis what is with you tonight?" He shook his head, his short but stylish hair flopped with the action and my first thought was of running my fingers through it. Stop it! "You're not usually so complimentary. In fact I think I remember you telling me this tee was far too obvious and we could get beaten up on the way to Slinkys."

"Nothing's up with me" I immediately got defensive. "I was just being nice is all, sorry."

"Weirdo." Paul laughed at me. "Come on, before the man of my dreams wakes up!"

We headed to Slinky's for out usual Friday night of dancing and man watching. Deep down I knew tonight was going to be torture but I didn't know why...

[Mad Dog]

Very interesting... :3

[arpeejay]

Yum!

More please and soon!

xoxo

richard

[mattbarradell]

Cheers

I'm working on part two now

[GTlifter]

Nice. I like it I can tell this is going to be good and have multiple things going on at once. Keep up the good work man.