About Yuppie Blues

by Winnie Jerome
17 pages / 6250 words
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Brandon thinks his office job is pretty boring, so watching the construction workers across the way becomes a great way to pass the time and get over the fact that his friend Nick is getting all the action. When he meets painter Scott one night leaving the office, Brandon figures all of his fantasies have come true. He's a little stuck in his work ways, though, and Scott has to try hard to get Brandon to play. Can Brandon learn to let go and enjoy life?

Sample

Dull.  That was the operative word of the day for Brandon, and it wasn't a usual one.  Although some would argue that his job as an actuary sounded like a snooze-inducing position, Brandon never thought so.  He was always busy as hell -- his normal work week was around sixty hours to start, and it became even worse during crunch periods. 

He never complained about it, though, since he was still racking up skills to build up his resume.  His career was just starting to shape up, so punishing schedules were an expected part of the package.  Another part was that his apartment always looked like a tornado hit it and he had some interesting lab experiments in his fridge.  It was a good thing that his company had workout facilities on site, or else he wouldn't be able to keep any sort of tone in his muscles.

Brandon had problems in that area, too.  He was lithe and slender, and it was annoyingly hard for him to bulk up at all.  Not like the construction guys working on the high rise several blocks away from his office – he had noticed their buffed-out arms and chests when he passed by the building in the morning.  He was pretty sure that he didn't have a chance in hell at scoring with any of them, he was just too boyish and fragile looking.  It probably didn't help that he also tended to put his foot into his mouth at the worst times.

Still, watching men prowl around in beat-up jeans that clung just right to their firm asses gave him plenty of jerk off material.  He often fantasized about what it would be like to fucked by one of those powerful bodies, imagining the feel of someone driving a large cock into him until his eyes rolled back into his skull.

He found his gaze wandering to the high rise and he wondered when they would be done.  The interior was almost completed, and it was now almost level with his office, about thirty-two stories in height.

That didn't solve his boredom problem.  What was he to do?  After a few minutes, a thought popped into Brandon's head, and he decided to take advantage of the lull to actually stretch his legs and grab a latte from his favorite coffee shop.  It was within spitting distance of the construction site, and maybe he could get some eye candy while he was there.

It sounded like a good plan, and he was just about to leave when Nick came into his office.  Brandon immediately braced himself for the issue that was guaranteed to drop into his lap.