I hadn't seen my colleague P socially with his boyfriend D since just before Christmas, so a couple of weeks ago, we agree to have dinner together and catch up with each other. The last time I'd met D, he'd been eager to find a way of getting to know me better, but that was almost three months ago now so I hoped that it had all been forgotten.When the day arrives some other gay friends are free too, so we all end up meeting up for drinks after work in a smart City wine bar, before moving on to a nice little Italian restaurant that P and D had been to before.
"Any idea where the toilets are," I ask P while taking my coat off, and placing it on the back of my chair.
"Errr yes, GB," replies P, "see that door over there behind you? It's through there!"
Leaving P with the others, I find the gents without any difficulty, but as soon as I walk in I know that I've made a mistake. I should have realized that D had headed off to the toilets as soon as we got inside the restaurant, but I wasn't chatting to him and it just didn't register with me. So as I unzip at the urinal, the only other person in the room is D, standing at the urinal next to mine.
"This is nice :-)," says D, with an expectant tone in voice.
"Um, so how have you been?" I reply, trying to conduct a normal conversation.
To my relief, D zips up and moves over to the hand basin to wash his hands.
"I've been with most of P's friends you know :-)," says D, ignoring my question.
"But does P know?"
"He knows about a couple of them!"
Shaking his hands dry, he walks over to where I'm peeing and before I can do anything, he pops his head over my shoulder and glances downwards.
"That's a nice sight :-)!"
"Honestly, what are you like!" I reply, refusing to let myself get annoyed. I'm not worried by guys looking at me when I’m naked in the gym changing rooms, so I'm not going to worry about D either, in spite of his lecherous intentions.
For a short while D just stands there, watching me as I zip up.
"Come on, gives us a kiss!" he says, as I move over to wash my hands.
I don't say anything but when I look up to head for the door, D is standing in my way smiling at me.
I walk over to him, with the intention of walking past him to rejoin P and the others, but he doesn't move. Instead, when I'm within range, he leans his head forward with the clear intention of kissing me. I give him a quick peck on the lips, hoping he'll be happy with that, before taking a slight step backwards.
"You make me so hard!" he says in a soft, seductive voice, "I'm hard now!"
My problem, of course, is that D is a nice guy and I do find him attractive. While I'm pondering the situation, D takes my hand and places it on his crotch. Suddenly I can feel his hardness, and I like it :-). This time when D leans forward to kiss me, I don't resist! But a few seconds later, I come to my senses.
"Look," I say, coming up for air and taking another slight step backwards, "this isn't the time or the place, is it!"
"Awww," says D looking mildly upset, "I guess not :-(."
"Good, so let's go back an re-join the others!"
Back at the table in the restaurant D sits next to me, just like on the previous occasion, and apart from the occasional rub of his leg against mine, nothing particularly exciting happens. But when I get home, the txt msgs start:
Hi GB, nice seeing u. Do u want to have a drink with me next week, P is away from wed till Sunday so am free. D
Now I'm back home though, I clearly remember deciding NOT to pursue activities with D, so I try and decline:
D, you're such a naughty boy! I'm very worried about what P would think, because he's very conservative, and because I don't want to lose you as friends. Surely you've got enough prospects for *fun*. In any case, I'm sure it would eventually be an anti-climax if we did meet without P. GB
But D refuses to give up:
Don't worry about P, he is fine .. We can have a lot of fun first and maybe in the future a 3 some .. Am sure I can make u really horny and vice versa am hard now.
And half an hour later, when I haven't replied I get another:
We can try at least if it didn't work fine.. And am sure we always be good friends mmm
And then a week later, when P is no doubt away, we exchange a few more txt msgs!
It seems to be as I feared. Unless I give in to him and his manly charms, I'll always be on his hit list! So perhaps I should surrender and get it over with? After all, he is a nice, sexy looking guy :-).







Later that day, having had a delicious supper in one of the very best Parisian restaurants, we're back in our hotel room getting ready for bed. Just for my convenience, I'd booked exactly the same hotel room that 












