I want to share a true experience I had last week. I work as a financial consultant for a small biotech company where I take care of their accounting and financial reporting. The company is closed between Christmas and New Year but I had to be there to close the annual books and to make sure all invoices were paid before the deadline in January.
I am a forty two year old married man and have two kids who are now in their early teens. Sex with my wife is ok, but not as exciting as when we were first married and basically is a routine fuck once or twice a week where one of us is pretty much asleep as soon as it is over. I have always considered myself one hundred percent heterosexual and haven't really ever entertained the thought of sex with another man. I am five feet, eleven inches tall, weigh one hundred and seventy-nine pounds. I don't work out, but do a lot of home improvement projects that keep my body in reasonable shape. My only vice is smoking and I enjoy smoking around a half pack per day.
I went into work on the day after Christmas and as expected, I was the only person there so I could concentrate on getting all the books finished either by the end of the day or at least by noon the next day. At ten o'clock I took a smoke break and as usual, I went out to the back of the building to enjoy a cigarette on a small patio attached to the building. As I opened the door, it hit a man in the back. It turned out he was there to fix broken spots on the patio. Fortunately he wasn't hurt or mad, but I apologized profusely and told him I had no idea he was there.
He was a big man, six feet, three inches and weighed about two hundred and twenty pounds and looked to be about forty years old. He had a big, scruffy, black beard and a close crew cut. He was wearing a set of white overalls and a long-sleeved t-shirt that barely contained his large muscular arms.
He had pretty much grunted "No problem," when I hit him with the door and didn't say anything else. I offered him a cigarette and he took it between two of his huge, calloused fingers. He broke the filter off, took my lighter and lit it. I was a bit afraid he would set his bushy beard on fire.
I remarked, "so you like them without filters."
He replied matter of factly, without cracking a smile, "Smoking is like fucking, you don't need a tampon in the way."
I laughed heartily and while he was not very talkative, we chatted long enough for me to get to know he would be there for at least the rest of the day. I went back to work and had finished about 50 invoices when I heard a loud crash and a loud "FUCK!"
I ran out the back door and found him tearing off his clothes. He had dropped a large plastic container of brick cleaner and it was basically eating holes in his overalls and leather boots. I helped him out of his clothes down to his underwear and could see that there were a couple of spots on his leg that seemed to be burned by the acidic cleaner.
I led him into the building and down to the shower room for laboratory technicians. While he hopped in the shower, I went around to find some laboratory clothes he could use and a towel.
When I came back, I could see that the cleaning staff had removed the shower curtains, presumably for cleaning and he was soaping his huge, hairy body. I stood there mesmerized. My heart started beating quickly and I could feel the blood in my forehead pounding. My cock stood up straight up in my pants. Fuck! What was wrong with me? Why was I attracted to this man?
I watched him soap his muscular, hairy chest, armpits and down to his big, thick cock and plum-sized balls nestled in a big bush of black pubic hair. He turned around and soaped his big beefy ass cheeks and when he ran the soap in his crack, I thought I was going to shoot right there.
He turned the water off and turned around toward me. I stood there with the towel in my hand, but I couldn't move. I was drinking in the sight of this big hairy, masculine body in front of me. My gaze dropped to his cock and balls and I knew I wanted these.
He walked out of the shower and took the towel from my hand and I looked up into his eyes. He took the same two calloused fingers he had used to take the cigarette and rubbed them roughly over my lips. He pressed them in my mouth and I started sucking on them eagerly. In the back of my head, my mind was screaming "what the fuck are you doing?" while the rest of my body was being drawn to him like a magnet.
He pressed all four of his fingers in my mouth and pushed them into my throat until I was gagging. I pressed the palms of my hands onto his muscular chest, felt his strong body and pulled the hair between my fingers. I pulled his protruding nipples and felt my own cock twitching. I looked down and could see that his cock was rising and in motion to become fully engorged.
