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I was very lucky, I had it all. When I say younger, Trey was in his early 30s, and extremly desirable. This movement made his balls and cock visible. I could tell he was circumsized and could tell he was not super well endowed. He wanted to take me on a tour of the facility but I was hard as a rock. With no other options I had to get up and go with him. I was sure he saw my boner, but what the hell what could I do. I was sure my boner had blown my chance of this job. We talked for a long time, I just love being around him.

It turned out to be a great interview. I got the job. I looked for any opportunity to be around this guy. I would buy him coffee, soda, or his favorite meatloaf sandwich from Boston Market. Anything I could do to spend time with him. One day around lunch time, I opened the door to his office and there he was taking off his pants. I apoligized for not knocking, but he just said come in and close the door. He said he had a doctors appointment and wanted to get into something fresh before going.

Dear God, this man was standing in front of me shirtless in his underwear. I was truely able to see the shape of his cock, the size of his balls and when he turned I could see how his briefs had creeped up the crack of his ass.

The shape of his ass was magnificant. I also got to see the silky dark arm pit hair and his thick treasure trail. It was all I could do to keep from attacking him right at that moment. I felt precum dripping from the end of my cock. As I sat there, I questioned why he wanted me to come into his office while he was changing.

After he left, I picked up his shirt and brought it to my face so I could get his scent. His shirt was still warm and it had a fresh, masculine scent. In just a minute, I shot my load. I felt my warm cum on me. I welcomed it because it came from the feelings I had for him. I continued to look for any opportunity to talk to or be with him.

As time went on, we talked more and seemed to find time together. There were days when he semed less talkative, and I finally asked if he was alright. He motioned for me to a secure area of the store that had limited access. He justed blurted out that him and his wife were having serious problems.

He got very emotional and actually started to cry. He seemed extremely uncomfortable and pulled away from me. I put my arm around him and told him I was just trying to comfort him and be a friend. He seemed to relax and let me hold him in my arms. It was wonderful, he felt so good and smelt delicious. He said he had male friends and would never have thought about hugging or holding them or have them hug him. I blamed my hugging on being Italian. He talked more about his relation with his wife.

He made it clear he was a bit of a homophobic. I never told him I was gay, the topic never came up. That was more than I had ever thought was possible.

For a week or two, he seemed a little distant. I finally asked him if we were ok. He said we were fine, infact he thought of me as a very close friend.

At first he just looked at me then he gave me a bit of a smile. After that things started to change. The first big thing was I went into the mens room to take a leak. While at the urinal he walked in, looked over my shoulder and said God you have a big dick. Before I could say a word he left the bathroom.

I caught up with him later and made a joke about what he had said. He seemed uncomfortable but finally told me he made the comment about the size of my dick because he was not well endowed.

I asked him to let me be the judge of that and let me see his. You could litterly cut the sexual tension with a knife. He then told me that as a youth he developed a tumor in one of his testicals and had to have it removed. He claimed because of the size of his dick and the loss of a testical he was embarassed to show me. I told him I thought he was very handsome and his dick size would not change my oppinion of him.

Shortly after I started using his nickname he started calling me his cowboy. This was always done when no one else was around. Trey was quite muscular and would often ask or tell me to check or feel his arm or chest muscles. I did this without hesitation. He seemed to love it when I told him what a nice build he had, or how firm he was. To be honest I enjoyed touching his magnificant body. One day before he left work, he had changed into shorts and a tank. When he came up to me he said what do you think?

I replied what do you mean? He asked me if I thought he had nice legs. I told him yes. Are they hairy enough? Then he said how do my arms look? I told him what I always said and knew, your arms are near perfect. You look good in this tank, it realy shows off your assets.

He grinned widely and said thanks. I remember once when we were in the storage area. He was getting something down from the top shelf and lost his balance. I grabbed him and steadied him by holding his butt. He smiled slightly and walked away. The next day he asked me to come to his office.

I grabbed his ass and rubbed up against him, he then stood up and laughed and said just kiding my big cowboy. Trey would often come in the mens room when I was in there. It was great for me, because I could see his very nice, hairy ass. I would always stall a little to enjoy the view. He often complained about shoulder aches or stiffness in his his neck.

One day without being asked, I went to him and started massaging his shoulders and neck. From that day forward, I took every chance that presented itself to massage him. One day after he had been working in the backroom, I went over to him to give him his massage.

Before I started he told me no, he said he was sweaty and probably stinky. I went over to him and touched his back and put my head near his arm pits and told him his scent was nice, very masculine. His shirt was wet, but I massaged him longer than I ever had.

I wanted to touch his wetness, I wanted to smell his manly scent. I know he knew I was truly enjoying touching him. When I finished, I told him aI had a clean shirt in my locker and I would get it for him. Just holding his wet shirt in my hands made me horny. Often when he was unable to spit when he needed. He would keep the spit in his mouth until he was able to spit.

When he and I were alone he would put some out on his tongue and ask me if I wanted some.

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I was very lucky, I had it all. When I say younger, Trey was in his early 30s, and extremly desirable. This movement made his balls and cock visible.

I could tell he was circumsized and could tell he was not super well endowed. He wanted to take me on a tour of the facility but I was hard as a rock. With no other options I had to get up and go with him. I was sure he saw my boner, but what the hell what could I do. I was sure my boner had blown my chance of this job.

We talked for a long time, I just love being around him. It turned out to be a great interview. I got the job. I looked for any opportunity to be around this guy. I would buy him coffee, soda, or his favorite meatloaf sandwich from Boston Market. Anything I could do to spend time with him. One day around lunch time, I opened the door to his office and there he was taking off his pants.

I apoligized for not knocking, but he just said come in and close the door. He said he had a doctors appointment and wanted to get into something fresh before going. Dear God, this man was standing in front of me shirtless in his underwear. I was truely able to see the shape of his cock, the size of his balls and when he turned I could see how his briefs had creeped up the crack of his ass.

The shape of his ass was magnificant. I also got to see the silky dark arm pit hair and his thick treasure trail. It was all I could do to keep from attacking him right at that moment.

I felt precum dripping from the end of my cock. As I sat there, I questioned why he wanted me to come into his office while he was changing. After he left, I picked up his shirt and brought it to my face so I could get his scent. His shirt was still warm and it had a fresh, masculine scent.

In just a minute, I shot my load. I felt my warm cum on me. I welcomed it because it came from the feelings I had for him. I continued to look for any opportunity to talk to or be with him. As time went on, we talked more and seemed to find time together.

There were days when he semed less talkative, and I finally asked if he was alright. He motioned for me to a secure area of the store that had limited access. He justed blurted out that him and his wife were having serious problems. He got very emotional and actually started to cry. He seemed extremely uncomfortable and pulled away from me. I put my arm around him and told him I was just trying to comfort him and be a friend.

He seemed to relax and let me hold him in my arms. It was wonderful, he felt so good and smelt delicious. He said he had male friends and would never have thought about hugging or holding them or have them hug him. I blamed my hugging on being Italian. He talked more about his relation with his wife. He made it clear he was a bit of a homophobic. I never told him I was gay, the topic never came up.

That was more than I had ever thought was possible. For a week or two, he seemed a little distant. I finally asked him if we were ok. He said we were fine, infact he thought of me as a very close friend. At first he just looked at me then he gave me a bit of a smile.

After that things started to change. The first big thing was I went into the mens room to take a leak. While at the urinal he walked in, looked over my shoulder and said God you have a big dick.

Before I could say a word he left the bathroom. I caught up with him later and made a joke about what he had said. He seemed uncomfortable but finally told me he made the comment about the size of my dick because he was not well endowed. I asked him to let me be the judge of that and let me see his.

You could litterly cut the sexual tension with a knife. He then told me that as a youth he developed a tumor in one of his testicals and had to have it removed. He claimed because of the size of his dick and the loss of a testical he was embarassed to show me. I told him I thought he was very handsome and his dick size would not change my oppinion of him.

Shortly after I started using his nickname he started calling me his cowboy. This was always done when no one else was around. Trey was quite muscular and would often ask or tell me to check or feel his arm or chest muscles. I did this without hesitation.

He seemed to love it when I told him what a nice build he had, or how firm he was. To be honest I enjoyed touching his magnificant body. One day before he left work, he had changed into shorts and a tank.

When he came up to me he said what do you think? I replied what do you mean? He asked me if I thought he had nice legs. I told him yes. Are they hairy enough? Then he said how do my arms look? I told him what I always said and knew, your arms are near perfect. You look good in this tank, it realy shows off your assets.

He grinned widely and said thanks. I remember once when we were in the storage area. He was getting something down from the top shelf and lost his balance. I grabbed him and steadied him by holding his butt. He smiled slightly and walked away. The next day he asked me to come to his office. I grabbed his ass and rubbed up against him, he then stood up and laughed and said just kiding my big cowboy.

Trey would often come in the mens room when I was in there. It was great for me, because I could see his very nice, hairy ass. I would always stall a little to enjoy the view. He often complained about shoulder aches or stiffness in his his neck. One day without being asked, I went to him and started massaging his shoulders and neck. From that day forward, I took every chance that presented itself to massage him.

One day after he had been working in the backroom, I went over to him to give him his massage. Before I started he told me no, he said he was sweaty and probably stinky. I went over to him and touched his back and put my head near his arm pits and told him his scent was nice, very masculine.

His shirt was wet, but I massaged him longer than I ever had. I wanted to touch his wetness, I wanted to smell his manly scent. I know he knew I was truly enjoying touching him. When I finished, I told him aI had a clean shirt in my locker and I would get it for him. Just holding his wet shirt in my hands made me horny. Often when he was unable to spit when he needed. He would keep the spit in his mouth until he was able to spit. When he and I were alone he would put some out on his tongue and ask me if I wanted some.

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  1. When I got there he asked me to look at the front of his chest. We held each other so tight it was hard for me to breethe. Would she confront Trey with the same questions or had I convinced her that we were just good friends.

  2. I prayed the day would go quickly so Trey and I could pick up where we left off. I know he knew I was truly enjoying touching him.

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