It’s his muscles that are tantalizing, winking at me as he lifts the heavier sections of the engine up. Sweat is trickling down from his brow and I track the line of it down, down, mesmerized as it drips along the curves of his abdomen. He’s looking over here, a curious expression on his face– I have to look away. If he found out this attraction, this forbidden feeling blossoming in my chest, there’s no way he’d accept. So, I settle for stealing glances in his direction, admiring the view when he bends over to pick up tools, all while trying to ignore the stirring in my pants.
When it’s time to clock out, I wait, fiddling with this or that until the rest of the crew goes home. I’ve agreed to close up shop, something so boring that all the others don’t even think to question my desire to stay late. With everything quieted down, I set to the real work. The hardness in between my legs has been too much, overtaking my thoughts.
Sitting in my office, I unzip my pants, pushing my underwear aside with ease. Grasping my manhood, I groan and close my eyes, thinking of my co-worker. Thinking of the curve of his back, like that of a mollusk. The glistening skin, as though it’s been sun kissed and sea kissed– if I ran my tongue along that hot body, would it be salty as well? I imagine what it would feel like, to have him touching my virginal ass flower. My hips buck up indecently, my swollen member twitching like it’s just been stung by a taser.
Stroking faster, I let my imagination run wild. Images of his delicate mouth wrapped around my meat and suckling like a newborn babe flashes across my mind. Another image, one of him with his legs spread, flushed from head to toe. I think about sticking my grotesque thing in him, watching it eat me slowly, contracting walls sucking on my blood-congested dick. Mere thoughts make it seem like a dimension of pure pleasure, I can almost hear the sound of myself rubbing upwards in his tight, wet cavern. Gripping myself tighter, I let a shiver run through me, it’s all too much. I feel like a bug dipped in a vat of aphrodisiac.
The sounds of my pleasure echo back in the office, coloring the imagined situations. Our genitals would make sloppy, perverted sounds in every scenario. Each movement would make my cock throb in another expansion, with our bodies so close and meeting like puppies licking each other in greeting. These thoughts are enough to make me light-headed as I come, pleasure running through me like lightning going through a tree. Shakily, I breathe, and after a few minutes, I clean up myself and the rest of the office.
I go home thinking more of the appealing co-worker’s arms.
BULLSHIT
When it’s time to clock out, I wait, fiddling with this or that until the rest of the crew goes home. I’ve agreed to close up shop, something so boring that all the others don’t even think to question my desire to stay late. With everything quieted down, I set to the real work. The hardness in between my legs has been too much, overtaking my thoughts.
Sitting in my office, I unzip my pants, pushing my underwear aside with ease. Grasping my manhood, I groan and close my eyes, thinking of my co-worker. Thinking of the curve of his back, like that of a mollusk. The glistening skin, as though it’s been sun kissed and sea kissed– if I ran my tongue along that hot body, would it be salty as well? I imagine what it would feel like, to have him touching my virginal ass flower. My hips buck up indecently, my swollen member twitching like it’s just been stung by a taser.
Stroking faster, I let my imagination run wild. Images of his delicate mouth wrapped around my meat and suckling like a newborn babe flashes across my mind. Another image, one of him with his legs spread, flushed from head to toe. I think about sticking my grotesque thing in him, watching it eat me slowly, contracting walls sucking on my blood-congested dick. Mere thoughts make it seem like a dimension of pure pleasure, I can almost hear the sound of myself rubbing upwards in his tight, wet cavern. Gripping myself tighter, I let a shiver run through me, it’s all too much. I feel like a bug dipped in a vat of aphrodisiac.
The sounds of my pleasure echo back in the office, coloring the imagined situations. Our genitals would make sloppy, perverted sounds in every scenario. Each movement would make my cock throb in another expansion, with our bodies so close and meeting like puppies licking each other in greeting. These thoughts are enough to make me light-headed as I come, pleasure running through me like lightning going through a tree. Shakily, I breathe, and after a few minutes, I clean up myself and the rest of the office.
I go home thinking more of the appealing co-worker’s arms.