chapter 3

That night Jack got home and was still buzzing from that fun and games with Ms James and her new man Phil. Everyone was chatting about it all afternoon and congratulating Jack on his biggest ever sale, a personal best. Jack was on such a high, even though it was not much of his doing at all. Just a rich man wanting to spoil a sexy girl. Jack was in the right place at the right time and all that. Jack lied back on his single bed in his small box from and was consumed with thoughts of Phil. What must he do for a job? To have so much money? How often does he work out? Steroids or natural? Does he play with men? A thought he tried to forget, as even if he did play with men, it would not be with the likes of Jack. Jack always considered himself a top and there was no way a man like that would bottom, right. Surely not. Jack thought ‘well I can dream…’ Jack started to wonder, could he bottom for a guy like that? Would it be possible? It was the type of man Jack always dreamt of and Jack got a comfortable feeling from doing as he was told by Phil. When he was asked to pick something up or do something. Jack felt a sort of small pleasure every time he did something which Phil appreciated or liked. Surely a man like that would need a submissive, after all control seemed to be his thing, right. Also what did the wink and smile at the end of Phil’s visit mean, was he just satisfied with the service? Or just good manners. Or did it mean something else like seen you soon? But how? But why would a man who had it all, the money, the sexy body, the pretty girl on his arm even give a second glance at a chubby bear like himself Jack thought to himself. And as Jack lied on his bed he could not help himself imagining. As he did his arms started to move up and down his body from his crotch and back up across his chest. As he did he became aroused. His trousers became loosened and he started to take bigger and bigger strokes of himself. Quickly working himself into a frenzy and getting more and more excited. All he could think of was Phil, undressing his sexy body in his mind. Imagining what must be under those clothes, layer by layer. Picturing it in his head that muscled torso naked in front of him. The strokes became more intense, as he quickly came to his climax. Which was short but satisfying in its own way. As Jack lye there covered in his own milky white juices, he had a sudden need to find out everything he could about this ‘Phil’ guy. What was going on between him and Ms James, he had probably seen Ms James with half a dozen different men on shopping trips like that. So Ms James will be on to a new man by next week right? Or with this man being older was he someone different maybe like a more permanent fixture. Jack lept out of bed to go and get himself cleaned up and change into his civvies, he hated wearing his work uniform out of work. Especially now it was all stained. As he showered Jack was thinking how could he find out more about Phil, he know how to find Ms James on social media every one did she had a few thousand followers. So Jack knew that would be his starting point. He also knew he could not ask at work, that would be unprofessional right. As the shower water flowed over Jack’s body, he felt his belly which was plump and a clear ‘ball’ belly sticking out almost as if he was pregnant. Jack’s hands also wondered down further to his bottom feeling it’s plump cheeks which were large, like several hands full each cheek, slightly rough to touch and hairy. Jack felt around to his crack and worked his way down and felt the outer edges of his hole which was smooth and very tightly closed. As he played with his outer hole, he felt his shaft stiffen again. It was clear to Jack the idea was arousing him again. He became conscious of this body, was it time he started going to the gym. Would that be his path to the man of his dreams and stop all these obsessions like Phil. That way he could have his man and not be coming back to the box room in his mums small two up two down house every night, like a loser. After getting dressed into a casual shirt and jeans. A standard baby blue shirt, with the top few buttons undone. With the shirt tucked into a pair of black jeans and white trainers. Beard neatly trimmed and hair slicked back with some gel and neatly combed into position. Jack sat around waiting in the lounge, for his lift to the nights dart tournament at the pub. For what would probably be a very boring evening, after all Jack ‘was the only gay in the village’. The conversation would likely all be about football, rugby and girls. The boys normally ask Jack loads of questions, seeking advice on girls, fashion and date ideas. While waiting for the lift. Jack was glued to his mobile phone, checking social media for clues on who Phil is. However the deeper Jack looked the less clues he found, Ms James social media had no references to Phil. No pictures or posts mentioning him. So there clearly not a couple, he was also not listed as a friend either. Maybe Phil was married to someone else. Maybe he was a true mystery man with far more to hide then it may seem. Jack assumed he would never know.