MyJockStrap
05-09-2005, 01:49 PM
............."Not bad" he said, with a big smile on his face. He washed his hands, and quickly left the bathroom. I cleaned up the floor, washed my hands and quickly left for home. It had been the most tremendous orgasm of my life, and suddenly I was confused by my own desire. I had always been content with jerking off to these fantasies, but suddenly I wanted to suck Jim's cock, watch him jerk off, taste his cum. I was consumed with guilt as I arrived home, too exhausted to do anything but got to bed.
The next few days were a blur. I found myself surfing the net with renewed vigor. Suddenly, saving pictures didn't seem as risky as before. I choose some that I though Jim would like to see, the outrageous and the extreme. I didn't see Jim again till the next week, and was unsure of how to act around him. Everything went on like normal till the office emptied after closing time. I was surfing the net, building up my sexual energy when I heard him knock on the doorframe.
"Hi, how's it going?" He casually asked.
"Fine, just surfing awhile till I'm ready to head for home."
"Find anything interesting?" he asked as he moved closer to my chair.
"Oh, a few things. I saved some pictures I thought you might like."
I could feel Jim's heat as he stood directly behind me. My fingers suddenly didn't work, and I had problems finding the right files. As I brought the first one up, I could hear his clothing rub against the chair as he tried to get closer.
"Wow, look at that guy. I never new guys could suck their own dick. What's next?"
"Slow down guy, I only saved a few. Here the next.oh I remember this one. Look at the bubble butt on that guy. Reminded me of yours"
"My butt don't look anything like his."
"From where I'm looking, it sure does!"
"Well, thanks for the compliment. What's next?"
"This one's a cowboy on a hay bale jerking off."
"Look at that cum fly, looks like you the other day!"
"Thanks you for the return compliment."
The sexual banter continued as well continued on the pictures I had saved. I couldn't look directly at Jim, but knew that he was horny. After the last picture, he left to complete some work. As if on cue, I left for the men's room, hoping for a repeat performance. I was very disappointed when he was not there, so I went into the stall, and began alone. I had kicked off my trousers from one leg so I could spread my legs. I was just getting going when I heard him enter the room.
"Jim, is that you?" I asked.
"Yes, don't worry, you're safe" he replied. I heard him step up to the urinal, and could see his feet. Suddenly they turned, and I saw his head over the top of the stall.
"What-cha-doing?" he asked.
"Writing my master's thesis. What do you think?"
"Interesting topic. I can see that you've expanded the subject."
Knowing that he was watching was quite a turn on. I spread my legs further, and played with my balls as he quietly watched. I slid forward on the seat, and leaned against the tank, as I approached orgasm. My cum hit my chest and filled my navel. I reached for some toilet paper to clean up. I pulled up my pants, flushed, and left to wash my hands. Jim entered the stall, and closed the door. I saw his feet as he turned and sat down. He copied my actions as I saw him slip one leg free. I quickly took the watching perch as Jim began his show.
I had never seen Jim naked or near naked. His dark pubic hair surrounded his dick. He was already hard, and was about 6 inches of cut meat. His beefy balls hung down freely between his spread legs. He made eye contact and smiled as he began to stroke in earnest.
Having just shot a massive load of cum, I was surprised to feel myself get hard leaning against the partition. I wished for a glory hole, and felt like I was about to drill one myself. Jim continued to copy my movements as he slipped forward, and paid special attention to his balls. I watched as he worked his dick with one hand, and rolled his balls with the second. I wanted to give him a hand, but was not sure how far to take things, so I simply watched as Jim came to orgasm. He must have been really turned on, as the first spurt hit his left cheek. He stopped as he rubbed the last over his shaft on into his balls. His shirt was stained, but he quickly wiped it off. As he stood, I moved back to the sink to wash my hands. I wanted to say or do something, but was immobilized by my own fear. Jim simply washed up and left the room.
Our bathroom interactions continued for several months, with little variation or expansion. I began to fanaticize about Jim, sucking him, tasting his cum, licking his balls. He became my total obsession, but I was not sure how to move beyond masturbation.
As it turned out, the company provided my opportunity. The boss decided that I should be on hand on New Year's Eve just in case the computers failed. I suggested and he agreed that Jim should also be there. I began to plan for that evening, weeks before the opportunity arose. We agreed to meet at 10:00 that evening. I was so excited that I had a hard time pretending to my wife that I was pissed about having to work. I arrived a little early. I had showered and primped myself in total anticipation of the evening. I had some new sexy underwear, trimmed my public hair, and shaved my balls just in case. My wife would never notice the difference, as she never got that close. I was surfing the net when I heard Jim arrive, about a half-hour late.................
The next few days were a blur. I found myself surfing the net with renewed vigor. Suddenly, saving pictures didn't seem as risky as before. I choose some that I though Jim would like to see, the outrageous and the extreme. I didn't see Jim again till the next week, and was unsure of how to act around him. Everything went on like normal till the office emptied after closing time. I was surfing the net, building up my sexual energy when I heard him knock on the doorframe.
"Hi, how's it going?" He casually asked.
"Fine, just surfing awhile till I'm ready to head for home."
"Find anything interesting?" he asked as he moved closer to my chair.
"Oh, a few things. I saved some pictures I thought you might like."
I could feel Jim's heat as he stood directly behind me. My fingers suddenly didn't work, and I had problems finding the right files. As I brought the first one up, I could hear his clothing rub against the chair as he tried to get closer.
"Wow, look at that guy. I never new guys could suck their own dick. What's next?"
"Slow down guy, I only saved a few. Here the next.oh I remember this one. Look at the bubble butt on that guy. Reminded me of yours"
"My butt don't look anything like his."
"From where I'm looking, it sure does!"
"Well, thanks for the compliment. What's next?"
"This one's a cowboy on a hay bale jerking off."
"Look at that cum fly, looks like you the other day!"
"Thanks you for the return compliment."
The sexual banter continued as well continued on the pictures I had saved. I couldn't look directly at Jim, but knew that he was horny. After the last picture, he left to complete some work. As if on cue, I left for the men's room, hoping for a repeat performance. I was very disappointed when he was not there, so I went into the stall, and began alone. I had kicked off my trousers from one leg so I could spread my legs. I was just getting going when I heard him enter the room.
"Jim, is that you?" I asked.
"Yes, don't worry, you're safe" he replied. I heard him step up to the urinal, and could see his feet. Suddenly they turned, and I saw his head over the top of the stall.
"What-cha-doing?" he asked.
"Writing my master's thesis. What do you think?"
"Interesting topic. I can see that you've expanded the subject."
Knowing that he was watching was quite a turn on. I spread my legs further, and played with my balls as he quietly watched. I slid forward on the seat, and leaned against the tank, as I approached orgasm. My cum hit my chest and filled my navel. I reached for some toilet paper to clean up. I pulled up my pants, flushed, and left to wash my hands. Jim entered the stall, and closed the door. I saw his feet as he turned and sat down. He copied my actions as I saw him slip one leg free. I quickly took the watching perch as Jim began his show.
I had never seen Jim naked or near naked. His dark pubic hair surrounded his dick. He was already hard, and was about 6 inches of cut meat. His beefy balls hung down freely between his spread legs. He made eye contact and smiled as he began to stroke in earnest.
Having just shot a massive load of cum, I was surprised to feel myself get hard leaning against the partition. I wished for a glory hole, and felt like I was about to drill one myself. Jim continued to copy my movements as he slipped forward, and paid special attention to his balls. I watched as he worked his dick with one hand, and rolled his balls with the second. I wanted to give him a hand, but was not sure how far to take things, so I simply watched as Jim came to orgasm. He must have been really turned on, as the first spurt hit his left cheek. He stopped as he rubbed the last over his shaft on into his balls. His shirt was stained, but he quickly wiped it off. As he stood, I moved back to the sink to wash my hands. I wanted to say or do something, but was immobilized by my own fear. Jim simply washed up and left the room.
Our bathroom interactions continued for several months, with little variation or expansion. I began to fanaticize about Jim, sucking him, tasting his cum, licking his balls. He became my total obsession, but I was not sure how to move beyond masturbation.
As it turned out, the company provided my opportunity. The boss decided that I should be on hand on New Year's Eve just in case the computers failed. I suggested and he agreed that Jim should also be there. I began to plan for that evening, weeks before the opportunity arose. We agreed to meet at 10:00 that evening. I was so excited that I had a hard time pretending to my wife that I was pissed about having to work. I arrived a little early. I had showered and primped myself in total anticipation of the evening. I had some new sexy underwear, trimmed my public hair, and shaved my balls just in case. My wife would never notice the difference, as she never got that close. I was surfing the net when I heard Jim arrive, about a half-hour late.................