Better Than Suicide

Sometimes life gets too tough for people to handle, I should know. There are things people can do to get through the hard times, but I can remember a time when I almost did the wrong thing. My name is Tony Kroningberger, and I am a paper pusher for one of the biggest cooperations in the country, probably the reason I was on the top of that building in the first place.

The day before, I called my mother and told her I was gay. She didn't take it very well, and I was more or less removed from the family. My parents don't want to speak to me or see me again until I "repent my sins" or something like that. Naturally, I am upset, so I call up my boyfriend of 3 months to talk about it, and it wasn't him who answered the phone. His ex had finally gotten what he wanted from my former man, so it looked like a sad end of another crappy relationship for me. I call in sick the next day, I say that I need a "personal day." I sit around the house and mope for a day. The next day when I arrive at work, I get called into the boss's office. By the end of the day, I was packing my things. I had neglected to remember my boss's previous threats of disposal when I had missed a week the previous month to go on a last minute road trip with Ronnie, my former guy, who had ruined my life in more than one way at this point.

At this point I am wondering what to do now. I don't want to go home, I would probably lose that now that I was unemployed. I couldn't run to my parents now that I am the black sheep. I had no boyfriend to help me since Ronnie was a son-of-a-bitch. I had had enough, I didn't want anything more from this damn world. I would make everyone sorry they had distroyed my life, my parents, Ronnie, my boss. I was gonna jump from one of the tallest buildings in the city and plunge to my death, a home that seemed much more welcoming from any other place I could go.

After climbing the stairs until reaching the door that would bring me to the roof of the building I stopped to catch my breath.

"Some of the last breathes I'll take," I silently said to myself.

I opened the paint-cracked door and walked across the pavement to look down at my cruel fate. A tear went down my right cheek, both because of fear and self-pity. I put one foot on the ledge to prepare to mount it when I was taken by suprise.

"You really think that's gonna make you feel better?"

I almost jumped off the roof in suprise! I quickly turned my head and set my eyed upon an extremely gorgeous man! He was tall and tan with jet black hair and the pale blue eyes that sent shivers down my spine just to look into them. He appeared to be in his late 20's, and was wearing a suit and tie, leading me to believe he also worked in this building. He was sitting on a blue metal chair, he appeared to be watching the view. I wondered how I had never seen such a beautiful creature before if he were working right under my very nose.

"Maybe if you knew about all of the problems I had, you would understand," I replied, trying to sound dramatic.

"I've seen you around this place, you work for Benson right?" he asked.

"I workED for Benson," I noted with a sharp emphasis on WORKED.

"Oh...," he paused. "I see...Well I see where you're coming from, but come on man, think about your family. Do you have a girlfriend? Think about her, what is she gonna do?" he asked, seeming a bit more frantic now, probably thinking that he was the only thing able to stop me from jumping.

He rose from his chair and took me by the arm, leading me to the chair where he forced me to sit down.

At this point I lost it, tears streamed down my cheeks. I knew now I had lost my nerve, I wasn't going to jump.

"For your information, my family just disowned me because of my BOYFRIEND...who just replaced me," I said bitterly, wiping tears from my eyes.

"Oh...well dude, that sounds tough...but I bet a good looking guy like you could find someone to treat you better anyway," he chimed, handing me a tissue.

I took the tissue from his fingers, then looked at him in suprise after thinking about what he said.

"Yeah, I know, my dad is having trouble getting over it too, so I know what your going through," he added. "I'm Mark by the way."

I immidiatly fell in love and I gave him a stare of complete lust. "I'm Tony", I replied gently.

I'm not sure who instituted it, but it was only seconds before we were tongue tied. I couldn't resist, my hands explored his body like they were looking for a treasure. His also seemed to be looking for something. While I was reaching up his dress shirt to feel his fine chest and six pack, his were undoing my belt and reaching down my pants in search of my allready hard 7 inch cock. I figured we had gone this far, why not keep going. It was starting to get dark, I thought people in the neighboring buildings probably wouldn't be able to see what we were up to anyway. And if they wanted to see that badly, I didn't really care, I had nothin to lose now.

I took off his brown sports coat and carefully untied his tie. I then proceeded to lift his shirt above his head, giving me full access to his nipples. My hands continued to caress his slightly hairy chest while I sucked on his right nipple. This whole time he had been struggling with my belt, and had just now managed to put my pants down at my ankles. I had no choice but to pull away from him so that I could get my shoes off so he was able to finish the job. I sat on the chair, and he took que to get his own pants down. When we were both down to nothing but underwear, me in black silk boxers and he (to my suprise) in a dark red man-thong, we gave eachother one last look of encouragement and dropped our unmentionables to the ground.

Naturally we were both hard as rocks. Like me, his cock was about 7 inches long and cut. His manhood was just as tan as the rest of his skin, giving me the impression he must sun bathe nude. This summer had been a hot one, I thought ironically.

I got up and returned my lips to his. We took eachother's cock's in our hands and worked them up and down the shafts, playing with eachother's nut's with the other hand. At this point he was driving me to the edge, our lusty groan's were getting louder by the minute. I had to put my mouth around that magical love wand of his. I disconnected from him again. I dropped to my knees, and looked up into his eyes.

"Oh yeah, suck it like that...OH FUCK...no, keep going, I'm allright baby," he babbled in incoherent enthusiasm as my tongue worked up and down the shaft of his cock.

He put his hands on the back of my head and forced me to put the whole thing into my mouth and set a pace. I bobbed back and forth, making out with his prick. When I got him to a breaking point several minutes later, he warned me.

"Man, I'm gonna fuckin shoot! Oh my GOD!!!," Mark yelled. "Oh yeah, swallow my load, get it all! Oh damn, damn, damn..." he then staggered against the wall, where his firm ass landed on the hard cement of the ledge. He was mooning all of the cars below with that fine ass, but he didn't give a crap. I looked at his ass sitting on the ledge, then to the ledge itself. I took note of his wide it was, and had an idea. I pulled the chair up to where he sat on the ledge and stood in all my glory before the world to see.

"Are you up for some dangerous and public ass fucking?" I asked with a toothy grin.

"If you can fuck better than you suck dick, I gotta feel it!"

When he layed in position in front of the chair where I stood, his head was half off the ledge. He didn't seem to mind. I bent down and worked my tongue around his asshole, then into it, hoping to loosen up his tension a bit and get him somewhat lubricated. I was suprised by how calm this guy was, knowing we were about to fuck right above hundreds of possible spectators, if they were to look up, and had 20/20 vision. I spit on my hands and rubbed my saliva up and down my throbbing member, lubing myself up naturally. I spread his ass cheeks and began to insert the head of my prick. He immidiatly began moaning wildly, encouraging me to continue. I worked half way into him, slowly, then the rest.

"Now fuck me like a real man!" Mark ordered.

I liked that idea and started to work in and out of him quickly. His legs went on my shoulders and he clenched his hands down in excitement. I worked in and out, in and out as hard as I could. This was the greatest fuck ever. I grabbed his dick, which was well hard again, and worked it up and down to add some more pleasure to him. It wasn't long before he was blowing another load, which shot so high it hit me on the side of my lip. I licked it off, which set me off, and I shot load upon load into his fine ass.

I dismounted him, and got down and was dazed with amazement. We both got dressed.

I abandoned my car in the parking lot, Mark drove me back to his house in his car. From that day on, things changed. He and I are together, and not only is he the sweetest guy in the world, he is twice the fuck Ronnie ever was. We dealt with our un-accepting parents together, knowing we always have eachother. Better yet, he got me a job as his personal secretary. Turns out he's vice-president of the whole company! I suppose he was the best thing that ever happened to me. I got a boyfriend, a job, an afternoon of sex, and it didn't even cost me my life! Oh, and that wasn't the last time we had a romp on top of that building, but that's another story...