publicly. My parents were dead and I had no family to come out to and no
real close friends since moving to the city. I still regarded it as
risky to come out at work so since starting at the bank I had
effectively been not only in the closet, but was also celibate. Celibate
only in the sense that I didn't have sex with another people. Of course
this had only increased my libido immensely and I was now masturbating
seven or eight times a day (usually more than once a day in the cramped
stalls of the company toilets) and as time went by I had become
increasingly desperate for real sex.
So when this guy, so strong and sexy looking, checked me out, I blushed.
And when he held my eyes I blushed even more and my cock sprang to life.
This made him smile broadly and as I passed he said, just loud enough
for me and only me to hear: "Hello sweet cheeks." I stumbled slightly at
that, which sparked a bout of soft chuckling on his part and I entered
the building blushing like mad.
As the day progressed I couldn't stop thinking about the incident. It
had been a long time since I had real sex and I had a definite thing for
big, strong guys a little older than myself. Especially if they took
control. I had never tried S&M or even bondage and had never even
thought about it (at least not consciously), but I certainly had a
submissive streak.
I had a great desk at the office with a desk right next to the window.
Normally I didn't spend any time looking out of it during the day, but
on that day I did. I couldn't see the dig from where I sat, the angle
was too steep, but I could see the place across the street where they
had the workers had set up their "headquarters". The first time I looked
no one was there and that was the case the second, third, fourth and
fifth time I looked as well. But the sixth time he was there and just as
I looked down, he looked up. I didn't think he could see in through the
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