6am and Boyd is woken not by his surrounds or the fact he wasn't where he wanted to be, it was the all to familiar feeling of his rock hard cock screaming for attention in his trousers! It seemed like a regular occurrence these days, almost as regular as his sleeping in his office. As he tried to ignore the raging hard on in his pants Boyd got up slowly and took a large swig of the scotch in his glass. Why did he do this to himself? All he needed to do was find the right girl and settle down with them! That's all, he thought to himself as his cock made it self known even more by twitching again. Trying to wake up would be impossible with this in his trousers; he had to do something about it. Looking around, making sure he was alone, (Of course he was alone! Who else would be stupid enough to be in this early?) laid back on his couch and started to rub his hard cock through his trousers.
He always enjoyed rubbing himself this way and although he knew it was wrong, he would wear tight trousers just for that reason, well that and so he could get off at work and not look too suspect as he walked past his girls. And he knew it was wrong to think about his team in the way he was, but he just couldn't stop himself. Thoughts of taking Frankie by surprise one day while she was working in her lab filled his mind, thoughts of how he'd silently creep up behind her and start caressing her through the white lab coat. Kissing her neck and slowly stroking her breasts, moving his hand lower towards her pussy and clit, feeling himself hard up against her. Feeling how she would melt under his touch, how she would turn around and let his hands move all over her body. He unzipped his trousers and released his big thick cock from the confines of his tight boxers, slowly running his hand up and down it's full length his mind wandering back to Frankie.