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The trip in was a lot more pleasant than the trip home had been. Now that he'd been able to make headway with his problems, he'd been able to relax. He'd gotten a few odd stares during the trip, but nothing really to worry about. He probably should have worn a shirt, but having two tops open down the centre, spilling his chest hair out for everyone to see.

Before, Jake wouldn't have ever even considered showing off his mid-riff to everyone. Even when he had kept up with his exercise regime. He simply hadn't had the confidence to say "fuck it" to propriety. He looked down at his bristly, exposed skin. "I'm actually okay with this," Jake realised. He thought about Chet, and the back room of the adult store. It had been strange, certainly, but Jake had fallen into it almost naturally. He was okay with that too: having sex with some stranger in the back of an adult store.

A stupid grin appeared on his face, as a strange euphoria set in. It was kind of relieving in a way. Just acting on his boosted sexual desires, not having to worry about work or responsibilities. Did he even care what the lubricant is doing to him any more? He thought about it while riding the bus: he definitely felt better than he had in a while, far more relaxed and - aside from needing to orgasm - having no obligations.

"No," he decided in surprise, enjoying the feeling of his hot breath shifting the many hairs on his chest. "I don't actually care. I like this."

Even so, he still needed to find out what was happening to him. If it was going to kill him he wanted it stopped. Besides he needed his wallet back, and this gave him an excuse to see Chet again. He could definitely have done a lot worse when losing his "gayness" virginity: the guy was smooth, and lean, and probably in a less awkward situation probably a really good fuck. He wondered if he could maybe get Chet to do more. If getting fucked in the ass was anything he'd had earlier in the shower, he definitely wouldn't mind trying that; he also wouldn't mind feeling that tightness around his own shaft.

"At least the edge is off," Jake thought. Now, he could see himself going out, hitting a gay bar - he'd have to ask Chet about that, too - to get drunk and cruise for guys. The fabric covering Jake's crotch was bulging obscenely, his active imagination in overdrive. He coughed, covering his groin with his hands. Since the lube, he'd been absolutely boiling with sexual desire; he could get horny if he so much as breathed in the scent of another guy. "I probably should have jerked off before I left home," Jake thought, trying to adjust his crotch to hide the heavy snake in his pants. At some point, he decided, he'd need to figure out some balance between his regular life and his increased need to unload his balls.

He pulled down his cap, disembarking from the bus. He took his cap off, using it to cover his junk. "At least I'm not leaking," Jake thought, crossing the road and entering into the pornography store; the sweatpants would soak up his fluids.

In a reverse of usual custom, he put his cap back on; if anyone was in an adult store, they could just deal with some guy with an obscene package. Half the people who came in here were probably here for that anyway.

"Hey!" Chet greeted; he seemed to wave, until Jake noticed his wallet arcing through the dim air. Reacting on instinct, he put up his hand, the leather wallet falling into it with a hefty smack. "Nice catch," complimented Chet.

"Thanks," Jake mumbled, looking at the desk. Papers covered the top of the counter, with boxes on either side of the desk. Jake tucked his wallet into his pocket.

Chet handed him a bunch of papers, stating "I haven't found anything yet, but if you're here, we should be able to go faster." He looked over Jake, and comment, "Wow, have you gotten hard again?"

"It would seem so," Jake noted. "I'm not going to go crazy again, though. Hopefully. I mean, if you're offering..."

Chet mused, "Well, I am curious to see if you can cum like that again, so I'm not saying no, but I kind of feel a bit skeezy taking advantage of you. I mean, you're kind of drugged up at the moment."

"Sure," Jake mumbled, "why don't we just take a look at these papers first?" Chet agreed with a nod, and Jake joined in going through them. Most of it seemed to be quite useless: invoices and video descriptors. After a while, though he began to notice some patterns, able to pre-screen some of the papers after a mere glance. However, there were still boxes of papers that still needed to be pored over.

Jake only half-looked at the papers; his eyes kept going to Chet. Chet had a hot body, and a pretty amazing cock; not that Jake had a lot of experience to make a good comparison. He looked even better now, with a couple of hours' worth of hair growth of hair. Jake wanted to do him again, just tear off each other's clothes and fuck on the ground. He didn't care if anyone came in and saw them. He groaned; his cock head leaking into the fabric.

"You okay?" asked Chet.

"Yeah," Jake said, putting down the papers he'd finished inspecting and gripping his knees. "I can't help it. Since last night, I've jerked off twice then ejaculated on you like a fucking fire hose, but I still feel like I've not gotten off in a week."

Chet laughed, "Dude, someone's going to make a fortune from finding out whatever did this to you. If I were you, I'd get a lawyer and make sure you get a cut." Their conversation broke off for a moment, the two of them going through more of the papers. After the pause, Chet inquired, "So, are you going to get cured?"

Jake asked, "Cured?"

"Well, if something did this to you," Chet reasoned, "there might be a cure, right?"

"Maybe," Jake thought. "But I don't know. I kind of, I don't know, like it. Even if it does have its problems, they're not really that bad. I just have to figure out what I need to manage them."

Chet rubbed his eyes. He fanned himself off a bit, asking, "Is it hot in here?"

"I don't know," Jake said, "my body's a fucking furnace at the moment, but it's probably just my body needing to get off." Chet's stripped off his singlet; Jake sniffed, noticing other man's sweaty scent. Chet's muscles glistened, and Jake moaned approvingly. "Well, if it's not how in here, it certainly is now," he observed.

Chet grinned, "Hey, I'm still not going to fuck you again."

The two were interrupted when a group of guys came into the store, laughing and joking. To Jake's disappointment, Chet slipped his singlet back on. They looked young, probably from the university. One of their friends was apparently getting married, and they were looking for some dumb shit to get for his stag do.

Jake ogled the guys. Most of them were probably as naive and disinterested as he was in gay sex, but they were young and probably dumb and horny a lot. Getting one of them into bed would probably be really enjoyable. "Pull yourself together," he warned himself, dropping his hat into his lap to hide his leaking bulge and tried to focus on going through more paper as Chet served the customers.

He could hear a few that had wandered around the store talking about Chet and his "boyfriend". Jake wasn't nearly naive to think he and Chet were actually in a relationship, but it did give him a good chuckle if these guys had come in a couple of hours earlier.

Chet managed to get them out of the store, and returned to Jake, pulling off his singlet again and grinning. "God, I remember being that young," he reminisced.

"What, all of five years ago?" joked Jake.

Chet grinned, "Yeah, but still, I feel a lot older because I've lived long enough to have made enough dumb decisions to fuck me over."

Jake nodded in understanding. Even though he'd made most of the "right" decisions when it came to getting by, he'd ended up rather lonely and work-obsessed. Plus, there was always some decisions in life you looked back on and thought you could have done better on.

"So, I was your first, huh?" Chet asked; going through the papers had gotten tedious for both of them, the interruption notwithstanding.

"Yep," Jake said, nodding.

"I remember my first," Chet chuckled; a tune alerted him to a text message, and he relayed his tale as he checked it. "It was fucking awful. We were stupid teenagers, and we'd gotten drunk. He tried to fuck me in the ass, without lube or anything. It didn't work, so we just jerked each other off. His grip, it was like a dead fish."

Jake chuckled, "Well, you seem to be able to handle yourself well now."

"Yeah," Chet shrugged, sporting a rather tired grin, "it's just a matter of getting in the practice." Jake got the impression Chet had been into some serious shit at some point. He didn't want to pry; besides, it made him more mysterious and even a little hotter.

"I kind of envy that," Jake admitted, sorting through another handful of papers. "I'd never been interested in guys before now. Never had much luck with women either, to be honest. I kind of just ended up on my own, dedicated to my work, jerking off to porn." Chet wanted to say something, but Jake put up his hands, admitting "Hey, I'm not complaining, I've had it better than most people." Stretching his back, he asked, "You want to take a break?"

"Yeah," Chet said, dumping the papers on the pile he'd been reading from, "I'm going cross-eyed from looking at all these invoices and catalogue images."

"You want to..." Jake asked, tilting his head towards the back door.

Chet laughed, "Yeah, okay. You need some education in the ways of the gays. Besides, I think you're rubbing off on me: I'm kind of feeling all pent up too?"

Jake felt an odd chill wash over him; it had been one of the few things that had broken through his lust. "You don't think I... I gave it to you, did you?" he asked worriedly.

"Probably not," Chet replied, "the lube would have dried by now. Though it might be part of it. You smell really fucking good for some reason." Stepping around the boxes of inspected and uninspected papers, Chet went and locked the front door. "Probably shouldn't leave the store open like last time, someone might come in and steal something and then the boss will have my ass."

"I want your ass," Jake stated; his face blushed a bit, and he added, "Wow, uh, sorry if that was a little too forward."

"Dude, I've gotten used to it," Chet laughed.

The two headed towards the rear of the store; Jake following Chet, spending the short trip staring at the other man's butt. He pulled down the front of his pants, letting his cock drip pre-cum onto the tiled floor. He stroked himself a little: not too much - he wanted to enjoy what was coming next - but he needed some kind of touching to take the edge off. He took off his jacket, throwing it onto the chair.

As Jake fumbled to remove his shoes, Chet whispered, "Sorry, Jake."

"What do you mean?" Jake asked. That was when he felt the sharp burst of electricity hitting him in the ass.