Sam Malone was extremely horny as usual. He had slowly but surely developed a crush on his new co-worker, Woody Boyd. Few people knew that Sam was bisexual. He was an expert cocksucker and loved to jack off men as well.
Woody didn't have much experience but he was very curious about gay sex. He had only been blown once by a man in college, and it was fantastic. Woody loved checking out men's baskets and had a serious underwear fetish. He generally wore briefs by day and boxer shorts at night yet preferred boxers on other guys. Woody determined early on that Sam generally wore either trim or full cut boxers. His heartthrob bent over a lot and occasionally Woody was rewarded with a patterned crinkly waistband that caused him to get a painful erection.
Woody didn't realize that Sam liked to check out other men's baskets as well and was also turned on by underwear. He could tell Woody wore jockey shorts by the lines under his trousers and the soft white waistband that occasionally showed above his slacks. Sam was very cool about the various kinds of men's underwear. If a guy wore briefs, he liked to mouth his cock through the white cotton until the tighty whities were dripping with cream. Boxer shorts were a bit better in that then Sam could suck the actual cock as it protruded out of the guy's fly and mouth his low hanging balls.
Sam flirted with Woody as much as possible. Then he decided to take a huge chance. He left a note in Woody's jacket daring him to meet him at break time in the storage room behind the bar. Sam mentioned in the letter that he had a special surprise for Woody which would "blow" his mind.
Needless to say Woody was extremely surprised when he read the letter. He was very curious to explore gay sex with Sam, but a little scared at the same time. Woody hoped that "blow his mind" meant that Sam was going to give him head! He hadn't had a good blow job in several years and was very afraid he would cum a bucket as soon as Sam started throating him.
When the appointed time came, Woody walked with shaky hands and feet to the remote storage area in the back of the bar. He opened the door very cautiously. There was Sam, leaning against a large pile of boxes, grinning like the Cheshire Cat!
"You made it! Good man!" Sam had slipped off his shoes and was scratching his crotch suggestively.
Woody took the hint and slipped off his shoes as well. Then he kissed Sam flush on the mouth. Sam darted his tongue in and out of Woody's mouth and his buddy quickly followed suit.
"We better hurry." Sam reluctantly broke his lip lock with Woody. "We haven't got much time!"
