Confessions of a Bachelor

CHAPTER 2

I’m not sure when I started having feelings for Steve. Three months ago, when I started working for him, I was sure that I was straight. I have a girlfriend who I met in college. We’re still dating. And as far as I know, we are still in a relationship but seldom see each other because of my work schedule. She’s also busy as a teacher in a local university.

Yes, we had s*x. Like normal couples do. My parents know about Karen since I already brought her several times in our home. There was a time when my parents went to attend mass and I was left at home. Karen came and we had s*x. It was our first time. I never had s*x with anyone else before her. I only m*********d a lot and kept those magazines with sexy images under my pillow.

Our first time was a bit funny that I couldn’t forget it. We were in a hurry and I came as soon as I entered her. I knew that I didn’t satisfy her because she took my hand and guided my fingers inside her until I felt her tensed down there and her p***y gripped my fingers tight. Then she came. I knew because my hand got wet with all of her juices.

The second time we did it, I’ve learned to control myself and I let her came first through a handjob. I did my research about hitting the right spot of a woman’s most sensitive part. I knew that Karen loved it since I heard her moan softly especially when I circled her clits with my thumb while two fingers were inserted in her tight hole. My fingers lingered longer on her p***y and alternately swiped her slit and teased her hole. When I felt her cumming, I hastily inserted my already hard length and immediately filled her with my c*m with just a few quick thrusts. But I knew that Karen was happy and satisfied. She was soaking wet when I pulled out myself.

After that second incident, I’ve lost track of the number of times we did it at home whenever my parents were not around. We even used protection since we both agreed that we didn’t want to get pregnant until we get married. Yes, we even talked about marriage.

But how come I became like this? Steve changed my world. At first, I knew that what I felt for him was only an admiration. I grew up looking up to him because he was smart. He was good looking. When I was younger, I even believed that he was the most handsome person I’ve seen in my life. And of course, he was rich. I thought that he could pass as every woman’s prince charming.

When I was 14, I accidentally caught Steve m**********g. It happened when mom asked me to bring him fresh towels. When I went inside his room, I heard weird noises coming from the bathroom. I walked closer and peeked inside. I saw him standing, his back to the door. I was right behind the door. From where I was standing, I was only seeing his butt. It was firm and it looked smooth. The back of his thighs were creamy white and his legs were long.

I noticed that his right hand was moving fast in front of him, jerking himself off. His butt was shaking. His left hand was pushing the wall. He held his head high on the direction of the ceiling. I instantly knew that he was m**********g. I heard him moan softly until it became louder and sounded more like growling then he finally ejaculated.

Since then, I sneaked whenever he took a bath because I knew that he would be m**********g. Seeing him masturbate awakened some sensual feeling inside me. I always ended up m**********g inside my room everytime I finished watching Steve secretly. I was only 14 but my shaft was already in its full size. When I grabbed my member, it filled my hand full well. It was thick and veiny.

Now, lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling, I recounted what had just happened a while ago. I couldn’t believe that I actually touched him and even reached my orgasm just by holding him. Seriously? I did that? I was lucky I didn’t wake him up. How would I explain it if he caught me red-handed? He would probably kick me out and pull out all of his support from our family. How would I explain it to mom?

When I woke up the next day, Steve was already in the kitchen, standing behind the counter and making his own coffee.

“Greg, about last night...” He was looking at me while I couldn’t look him straight in the eye.

I interrupted him. “Huh? What about last night? What do you mean?” I was guilty and I hope I didn’t show it.

“Well, last night, I came home drunk right? I saw my dirty clothes on the floor. Thought I gave you a hard time.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. I just removed your clothes so you can sleep well.” And yes, you gave me a hard time. It was really hard and long, Steve.

“I didn’t know how I got home. I remembered Caroline calling a driver for me. Then there were bits of memories from when I took the elevator. After that, I can’t remember anything.”

“What? I’m sorry I haven’t checked your pocket if your car keys are there.”

“No worries. I just checked it earlier. They’re there.”

“What about your phone?”

“They’re there, too.” Steve laughed at me then asked. “You tossed my clothes on the floor, didn’t you hear them thud?”

I cannot tell him that nothing could be more important than his mightiness at that time the reason why I didn’t notice anything.

“Oh well.” I just shrugged and proceeded to make my own coffee.

Standing so close to Steve brought memories of last night. I could feel the warmth of his body beside me. I instantly felt my erection building and forming a tent down there. Damn, I forgot to wear briefs. These pajamas are so thin.

“Greg, how about we take a break today and let’s play tennis?” Steve suddenly said and I was startled from my lustful thoughts. I accidentally poured the hot water on my hand.

“Greg! Be careful!” As Steve shouted, he immediately held my hand on his then rubbed it gently to ease the pain.

But it was not pain that I felt that time. Him holding my hand was some kind of feeling which I couldn’t really explain. My already building erection was starting to show on my pants and I didn’t know how to cover it. I panicked and abruptly pulled my hand from his grip.

“What are you doing, Greg? Let me take a look, it might need some ointment.” He grabbed my hand again and led me to the kitchen sink.

He opened the faucet and let water ran on the reddish spot on my hand. He was still holding it and his body was so close to mine that swear to God, I really felt something hard brushed lightly on my behind. I was trying hard to hold back and I’m not sure if Steve even noticed but I was perspiring, and I couldn’t breathe normally.

“Greg, are you okay?” Then with his free hand, he touched my forehead to check my temperature. “You're feverish, Greg. Come here, let me get the thermometer.” He closed the faucet and guided me to sit on the dining chair then turned to leave.

Greg, what are you doing? Get a grip, Greg. I scolded myself for my stupidity.

“Here, Greg, let’s put it here.” Without asking for permission, he grabbed my arms and held it upward then placed the thermometer under my armpit. I was wearing a sleeveless top so he didn't have a hard time inserting the thermometer on my armpit. He brought my arms down and just held on it.

I was unable to move. My hand was placed on my thigh while waiting for the beep sound of the thermometer. He was holding my hand as if making sure that the thermometer won’t fall. I could feel his warm hand on my lap, and it didn’t help that I was wearing only thin pajamas.

Oh, gracious heaven, please calm me down. Please, please, don’t show too much... I silently prayed that my bulging erection won’t be noticed ‘coz I couldn’t help it like it has a mind of its own. It automatically reacted to his touch.

BEEP BEEP! Whew! The thermometer sounded off then I silently heaved a sigh.

“It’s normal. At least you don’t have a fever. Good. Let’s just put some ointment on your hand.” Then he grabbed my hand again and carefully applied ointment on the slight burn.

“Thanks, Steve.” Was my short and only words to Steve.

“Don’t mention it. It’s nothing, Greg.” He finished applying the ointment and we both proceeded to finish having our morning coffee.

Steve insisted that we play tennis. I took a bath and changed into tennis clothes. After a few minutes, we were both inside the car headed to our favorite tennis club.

On our way there, I heard Steve’s tummy growling. I looked at him and we both laughed out loud. I swerved to the nearest take-out counter and ordered some food to go. It took us 5 minutes to get our order before we drove off again.

I didn’t want Steve to get hungry. I didn’t want to see him tired. I didn’t want him to feel pain. I would protect Steve with my life if needed. That’s how I am to Steve. But why am I suddenly crossing the line? I’ve been protecting him and serving him since the first day I’ve worked with him. But lately, I’ve been having this weird feeling toward him. Must be love? Yes. Brotherly love? Friendly love? Well...maybe.

But Greg, what you are feeling is lust. You wanted him so bad. Your body won’t lie. I suddenly stepped on the breaks when I heard myself mentioned lust. My arms instantly extended in front of Steve to protect him from crashing on the dashboard. Then it stayed on his chest for a good few seconds.

“Why? Is something bothering you, Greg?” I saw Steve’s worried look.

“No, nothing. I’m sorry.” I drove again while silently munching on the burger we ordered. It gave me an excuse not to talk.