This is a true story of my first encounter with another man, so if this offends you please move on to another section. All of the people in this story are over the age of 18. Now that that's out of the way let's begin:
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I was your typical 22 year old male, played many sports, the macho type who used to make fun of gays, sissies or whatever you like to call them. All of which I soon began to regret. I had just recently married and began a new job at a men's clothing store as a salesman. There were 4 other employees, a seamstress, my manager, his wife and another salesman. Upon first meeting the other salesman I felt that he was a little on the gay side, actually Bi, since he was married to a very pretty and sexy lady.
He and I got along great and my wife and I went to many parties at his house. In time, he began making sexual comments to me about me such as how great my ass looked in a pair of pants etc. Whenever I would buy a new suit or pants they had to be measured for length he was always the only one there to measure me, (I guess I was making sure he was there sub consciously). I would have to put the new pants on and stand on a stool in front of him as he was sitting. My crotch was always right at eye level to him and he always had to measure my inseam. Usually when measuring me the back of his hand would push up against my balls, lightly, but I always felt it. At first it didn't affect me, but then I started getting a little excited. I had hoped that he didn't take notice of my growing bulge, but I was wrong.
The bathroom door that we had in the store always had a hard time closing all the way, I didn't know that he would follow me whenever I was using it and try to peer in to catch a glimpse of my cock as I was peeing. Once after I got excited by him touching my balls while measuring me, I went into the bathroom and jerked off. Of course I tried to think of my wife but the thoughts of him touching my balls flooded my brain. All I could think of was him in front of me, taking my cock out and then stoking me and sucking my cock. As soon as I thought of my cock in his mouth I exploded all other the sink. I saw movement and I realized that the door was not closed all the way, he had to have been watching me. I didn't know why at the time, but that excited me, being watched. After work I went home and had sex with my wife thinking the whole while about him watching me stroke my cock.
After that bathroom experience, I would make sure that the door was NEVER closed all the way. As time progressed I continued to repress the feelings of wanting to see and feel his cock, and to make him shoot his hot cum, by stroking him or even sucking him. He continued to make sexual comments but never once said anything about seeing me jerk off. I would find myself looking at his crotch, wondering how big and hard he would be and what it would be like to actually do what my thoughts were saying. Many times I would look at him and get a hard on, but then I would say to myself that it is wrong and I'm not gay, the hard on would quickly go away.