Window Display

My Name is Zack Linwood. I am a 22-year-old college student attending a prestigious university. This story is about my unforgettable first day as a student intern working for a well-known tech company.

I was feeling excited as I walked towards the company headquarters. I still couldn't believe that I had beat out so many other qualified candidates to get this position. I was giddy thinking about making connections that would lead to me landing a job at a well-reputed tech company after finishing my final year of school.

As I entered the lobby, I looked at myself in the large mirror. I worried that my youthful appearance that made it seem a little like I was pretending to be someone else. I was more comfortable in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt than the suit I was wearing.

I noticed that my suit was a bit snug in the shoulders which was likely the result of spending more time at the gym. I always manage stress at the end of an academic term by exercising. I still thought that the dark gray suit still looked good on my 6'1" frame. I was feeling happy with the increased muscle definition that I could make out through the fabric as a result of my weight-lifting efforts.

After heading to the conference room, I completed some forms with an HR representative along with three other interns for the next few hours. We all introduced ourselves, including participating in mandatory ice-breaker game. The intern class included one other guy and two women who appeared equally as thrilled to be getting this opportunity.

At noon, I was introduced to the director of the Virtual Reality department -- Harry Whitehouse. I assumed that Harry must be in his mid-thirties. He dressed in a dapper manner, including wearing a pair of tortoise shell glasses positioned atop his defined cheekbones.

"Hello, Zack. We are so excited to have you with us for the summer. I was very impressed by your CV. I love having young minds working on our team; it provides for such a fresh, out-of-the-box perspective. I mean, I always feel like a geriatric around you young people," Harry said with a brief chuckle.

"You're not that old," I replied before I realized it had come out of his mouth. "Wow, I didn't mean it to come out like that," I said getting more flustered. "I mean you can't be much older than me. You look like you are pretty fit," I heard myself rambling. "I mean I can see those guns through your shirt," I said reaching over to squeeze Harry's left bicep.

"It's okay, Zack," Harry replied to me with a chuckle and a grin. "I don't need you to stroke my ego. That's not part of the job," he said looking at his left bicep.

I quickly removed my hand after realizing that I had failed to do so since I had been so embarrassed by my potentially offensive comments.

"I am going to be honest with you, Zack. We are behind on a deadline to finish up a project. One of my team leaders was supposed to have completed it last week. She had a family emergency that took priority. I am going to ask for your help. I know it won't be the most appropriate use of your skills but we really need an extra pair of hands," said Harry with a slight furrowing of his brow.

"I'm happy to help. Just let me know what you need," I responded.

With a firm nod and smile, Harry started walking towards the front of the front of the office. I instinctively followed him figuring we must be headed out to start working on this aforementioned project.

"Here we are," said Harry.

A sign on a door read, "Please knock: Work in Progress." Harry gave the door three strong knocks before proceeding to open it.

Once inside the room, I saw two men dressed in drab looking custodial overalls surrounded by VR equipment, faceless mannequins, rainbow-colored items, various pieces of furniture, and a large Pride flag. I thought it looked a bit like a teenage girl had been asked to design a room after taking ecstasy for the first time.

"Okay, I am going to leave you with Brandon for the time being. Thank you again for the help, Zack. I'll try to stop by later to see how your first day went," Harry said before leaving.

I was watching him leave as I replayed how stupid I had sounded earlier with my comment about Harry's appearance. I realized that my eyes were focused on Harry's ass as he approached the door. Looking up, I could see that Harry had turned around just in time to catch me looking at his ass. I thought I saw a slight smirk on Harry's face before he turned his head and continued to walk away.

Spinning around, I saw the shorter of the two men I had been left with starting to approach me. He seemed rather flustered.

The man said, "So we need to get this display up yesterday. June is only a few days away and we still don't have a Pride window display ready. I have another intern here already. I am going to need both of you to hustle so we can at least take that down by the end of the day," he said motioning to the brown paper covering the floor-to-ceiling display windows facing the main street outside of the building.

"I am going to have you and Charlie start off by putting our new line of VR headsets on these mannequins. Before you join us, you'll need to change out of that," the man said nodding his chin at my suit jacket. "I'm Brandon," he said in a slightly disoriented manner. "I have been so busy that I didn't introduce myself. Nice to meet you, Zack," he said with a fleeting smile.

I figured it would be easier to move all of the items in the room around with a full range of motion so I took off my jacket. I placed it on a box near the door before walking over back to Brandon.

"I thought I told you to take that off," Brandon said gazing up and down my body. "I am going to go grab you a pair of overalls. It will make it far easier to maneuver and you won't have to worry about ruining your clothes. Just leave your pants and shirt on the same box as your jacket," he said before briskly leaving the room.

I looked over at Charlie. He appeared to be so focused on trying to untangle some cords that he had not heard the conversation. I could feel myself freeze after taking off my tie. My fingers felt stuck in place on the top button of my dress shirt.

I had never been embarrassed of my body but I was worried that someone might walk in before Brandon returned with the overalls. On the other hand, I thought about how Brandon did not seem to be in a great mood and I didn't want to make a bad first impression.

I swiftly removed my dress shirt without a second thought. As I was folding it, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror leaning against the back wall shirt.

It might sound vain but I thought my chest was looking pretty good. I could see my fair, unblemished skin with just a little hair on my lower stomach that led from my belly button to my abs. I tensed my arms a bit and watched as my large biceps popped.

After taking off my dress shoes, I removed my pants and draped them over the box on top of my shirt. I decided to put my shoes back on even though Brandon was supposed to return with the overalls any moment. The patent leather dress shoes at least gave me one item of clothing that kept me from feeling totally exposed in a professional setting.

I looked at the mirror again. I could see myself standing there in shiny black dress shoes and skimpy, black boxer briefs. My last girlfriend had bought me these tighter, fitted underwear. She had joked that if I wanted her to wear sexy underwear for me, I needed to do the same for her.

I looked down at my crotch. I could clearly see a bulge in my underwear which was not a surprise since my cock measures 5 inches soft and is pretty thick. I felt happy that I had not worn white underwear, in light of the circumstances.

I heard a knock at the door. I impulsively covered my crotch with my right hand. I briefly panicked imaging that Harry might have come back for some reason. Brandon entered, shutting the door behind him.

"It appears we don't have any more overalls at this time. I'll make sure I get you some before tomorrow but we are going to have to go on anyway. I could let you go early but that would really put us even further behind. I guess it's up to you," Brandon said in a gruff tone.

"I guess it will be okay," I replied in a tentative manner.

"I knew you weren't going to let something this small get in the way of being a team player," Brandon responded. "Here, follow me," he said walking towards the area where Charlie was still untangling cords.

Charlie quickly turned around as Brandon tapped him on the shoulder. He had a slight smile on his face which quickly morphed into a look of surprise as he took stock of my state of undress.

"Wow, your clothes are gone," Charlie stated in a perplexed manner.

"Okay," Brandon interrupted before I could reply. "I am going to have to run up to help with a hardware issue that has to be addressed before these next specs are sent out for review. I just can't be everywhere at the same time. It should only take one hour at most. I just want you two to start by putting the VR headsets on the mannequins and pulling those pedestals out of the corner and spacing them along the back wall in front of the Pride flag."

Brandon turned and walked out the door quickly saying, "Back soon," as he shut the door behind him.

Charlie and I talked for a few minutes about where we went to college, what had made us want to intern at this company, and, of course, why I was not wearing clothes. I noticed myself becoming less tense as we spoke. My arms had been crossed over my chest as a barrier to reduce my exposure but I placed them at my side as I felt more at ease.

After the chat reached a lull, we both went to opposite ends of the room. We were working on placing the VR headsets on the mannequins. Putting on the headsets was not strenuous but it was awkward in terms of getting them safely fastened to the smooth plastic.

"Oh, Fuck," Charlie called out.

I looked over to see that Brandon's mannequin was tipping over with the VR headset precariously close to falling off. "I got you," I said before jogging over to Charlie.

I was not sure how to best help but I figured leverage would be needed so I placed myself behind Charlie. I wrapped arms around Charlie using my hands to grasp onto as much of the mannequin as I could reach. Charlie's hands were more focused on keeping the headset from falling off.

I was struggling to help pull the mannequin to an upright position. As I tried to use the slick heels of my dress shoes to dig in, I slid closer into Charlie's body. I could feel my limp cock rubbing against the top of Charlie's ass.

As we both pulled at the mannequin, I could feel the stimulation of the soft fabric of my underwear, as well as the resistance of Charlie's ass, as he moved his body. I could sense my cock stirring and felt a lump in my throat. I couldn't believe I was getting hard from wrestling a mannequin with another man.

The mannequin suddenly shifted back to a standing position. I lost my footing in the process and fell flat on my back. Laying on the ground, I looked towards Charlie to see a growing tent in my underwear jutting upwards. I started to panic that Charlie felt my cock rubbing against him or that he would see my growing erection now if he hadn't felt it earlier.

"Here, let me help you," said Charlie extending his hand. "I managed to get keep the headset from breaking," he said helping me to my feet.

I could feel my heart racing which led me to become more aware of my cock. It was a vicious cycle; the more my heart raced, the more I could feel blood flowing down my cock. Taking his hand, I managed to stand up but still felt a bit weak in the knees.

"I see what did it," Charlie said nodding down past my abs.

My heart felt like it was going to explode as I was certain Charlie was referencing the fact that there was huge tent in my boxer briefs.

"Your shoelace in undone. You must have tripped on it when you were helping pull," said Charlie with a smile dropping to one knee. "I can tie it for you after almost knocking you unconscious."

I felt energy shoot across my body - mixture of fear and excitement- as Charlie focused on tying my shoe. With a jolt, I felt something rubbing against my testicles. The top on Charlie's forehead was gently pressed against my underwear. I impulsively leaned into the sensation since it felt so good. Charlie shifted his head upward to look at me at that moment.

My protruding underwear bulge slid down the side of Charlie's face. My covered cock glided past his eye, along his nose, and settled next to the side of his cheek. I could feel my cock throbbing as it rested against Charlie's warm skin which was just on the other side of the underwear.

My cock was now fully erect at 8 inches and pushing at my underwear with great force. The waistband was even pulling away from my body so that there was about a half-inch of space where one could look down and spy the base of my shaft.

We continue to stare into each other's eyes for a few more seconds before Charlie said, "Done."

He popped to his feet having finished tying the shoe. I was at a loss thinking it was impossible that Charlie didn't notice what had just happened.

"Okay; let me get back to this," Charlie said spinning around. He went back over to the mannequin he had been working on before the incident.

I wondered if Charlie was also embarrassed by this awkward situation. People pretend to not be aware of things that make them uncomfortable all the time.

I turned towards the other directed and tried to re-position my cock through my underwear to make it appear less visible. It was impossible though. I noticed a small spot of pre-cum seeping into the underwear as I was adjusting myself. I tried to rub it into the fabric but it just caused my cock to become more excited.

"I think we should move the pedestals," said Charlie out of nowhere.

I felt it might be better to say as little as possible so I nodded in agreement. We walked over to the corner near the door where there was a large metal shelving unit next to the pedestals.

"Let's pull this out from in front of the pedestals," Charlie said referencing the shelving unit.

We both grabbed as side of the shelf dragging it a few feet; it was incredibly heavy. Afterwards, we each moved pedestals towards the back wall. We carried the smaller ones while dragging the bigger ones. We finished the others and were pulling the last two across the room.

"Whoops," Charlie said while he continued to drag his final pedestal.

I could see that the brown paper had fallen from a portion of the window. The barrier that had kept us from seeing out and others from looking in was now gone in that section of the window.

"I stepped on it dragging this thing. I'll go tape it back up in a second," Charlie panted. He seemed to be quite fatigued.

I was sweaty and out of breath from dragging the largest pedestal. I was focused on finishing the task but I managed to grunt out, "Okay."

Once Charlie got his pedestal in position, he went to the window. "It looks like the tape isn't holding," he said.

I looked over to see a few people passing by the window. I felt thankful nobody was looking in to see a nearly naked, sweaty man in dress shoes pulling a pedestal with a raging erection. Thinking about being seem in this state made my cock twitch several times.

"Going to borrow some tape. I'll be right back," said Charlie.

I could see from the edge of my field of vision that Charlie was having to turn sideways to squeeze out the door since it was now partially blocked by the massive shelving unit.

I pulled the final pedestal into position right as I heard the door close. I took a few deep breaths to since my heart was beating fast and I was perspiring. I found myself moving closer to the opening in the window to better see what needed to be done to get the paper secured back in place.

As I was looking up, I heard the door swing open behind me which was followed by a loud noise of impact and subsequent screeching. I looked back over my right shoulder to see the shelving unit falling towards me. I froze in place as fear rushed over my body.

I felt the impact of the shelving unit as the top made contact with my body pinning me flat against the window. I felt a sharp sensation slide across my left ass cheek. I wasn't sure what had happened but I felt a stinging sensation. I assumed something sharp from the shelving unit must have grazed my ass as it was falling.

I realized I had very limited ability to move my body since everything from my upper shoulders to my waist was firmly pinned against the glass. My arms were at my sides as they too were immobilized by the weight of the shelving until bearing down on them. I heard someone shouting through the door; it was Charlie.

"I'm going to try to reach in and pull the shelf enough for you to squeeze out," he said.

I could see the door open a few inches and a forearm slide through. I could hear jostling noises when Charlie yelled, "Try to squeeze out."

Using all my effort, I tried to slide sideways but I couldn't dislodge myself. As I shifted my feet, I noticed something rubbing against my shins.

What was it? Did some fabric from a box on the shelf fall out? Then I realized, it was my underwear!

I surmised that something falling off the shelving unit as it was tipping over must have caught on the waist band of my underwear pulling them down as I was getting pinned against the window. I felt frantic; my heart was beating so fast I couldn't even make out what Charlie was trying to say through the door.

I could feel my massive erection pressed firmly against the glass. It felt warm against the heat of the window in the sun, along with the sweat glistening down the front of my body. I could feel the top side of my cock firmly pressed against my ab muscles. I felt the sensation of the underside of my shaft sandwiched flat against the glass.

I saw a light flash through the window. I could see that a few people had stopped. I could hear gasps of shock, smattered laughter, and a few muffled words every so often. The thickness of the glass made it hard to understand.

I could tell that I was becoming an attraction though. People were stopping to stare at the 6'1" muscular, young man with an 8-inch erect cock prone against the window.

I could feel my cock pulsating as a fresh wave of embarrassment and excitement overtook me. I could hear Charlie from the door saying, "Try to rock back and forth to push the shelf towards me."

Without thinking, I started rocking. I could feel the shelving moving away a few centimeters before shifting back down to pin me again. I also felt my ass muscles tensing as I was pushing my swollen, throbbing cock up and down against the window.

I could see more people stopping to record me and take pictures. I started rocking with greater intensity. I needed to get out of this situation.

I could feel more pre-cum drip out of my cock. The fluid was lubing the smooth surface of the window. My pre-cum felt so warm and slick that it heightened all the pleasure rushing through the nerve endings in my cock.

A man appearing to be in his late twenties stood close the other side of the window. I continued to try to break free while unintentionally edging myself at the same time. The man was standing so I could see over his shoulder. He was holding his phone to record a video of the two of us.

On the phone's screen, I could see the laughing man standing in front of me. I was flat against the window with my firm pecs and defined abs pressed tightly against the glass.

Panning down on the phone screen, I could see my engorged cock sliding up and down in a streak of fluid. There was a small pool of pre-cum sitting on top of my cock head that looked like it would dribble down the side of my shaft at any second.