I am a thirty two year old man, five foot, eleven inches, one hundred and seventy pounds and have a nice, tight body from working out a few times a week. My live-in girlfriend Marie and I broke up six months ago and I haven't really gotten back into the dating scene and for the past couple of months I have been extremely horny. As there was no action, I started thinking about some of my bisexual experiences I had during the first couple of years of college with mutual blow jobs and jerking with a couple of guys I had met in the training center when I was horny and desperate for sexual relief. After I met Marie, our sex life was exciting and fulfilling and admit that while I was aroused looking at a hot man now and again, I never acted upon it.
I work as a synthetic chemist in a pharmaceutical research lab in a multinational company. My job is pretty much a dead end where I can probably only be promoted to a scientific specialist after many years in the lab. I enjoy the work and get a decent salary and I have time for a number of free time activities, so I haven't been seriously ambitious.
The research site I work for is quite large with about five hundred employees and our labs are on the top floor to simplify the necessary laboratory ventilation system. That means we are pretty much out of sight and out of mind of the rest of the employees and we don't see much random traffic in the area. For the past few months, however, the IT department has been installing a new system so there have been quite a few hot IT workers in and out on a daily basis.
One of the workers is John, who is about thirty five, six foot, one inch, weighing about two hundred and ten pounds. He is very muscular with a hairy body, a receding hairline and unruly, but short beard. He is always wearing tight jeans and a white T-shirt that highlight his bulky, masculine physique and biceps. He has a great sense of humor and is always joking around with his coworkers, myself and my colleagues in the lab.
When I first met him a couple of years ago, I considered him a very attractive man and I would often go out of my way to pass by John's work station just to get a glimpse of him. Now, being around John on a daily basis had piqued my bisexual interests again and I couldn't help but stare at his body when he is working in our area.
John, a girl named Angie and I had joined the company around the same time and we were together in the company's orientation course. Angie was very attractive with a great, petite figure, long brunette hair, a pair of nice C cups and on top of that she had a great, flirty personality. We were all in awe of her and she soon had all of us wrapped around her little finger. A couple of months later, I had heard that she and John were an item, which surprised me since Angie seemed to be a gold digger who would be interested in a better life than an IT employee could give her in the near future. She was probably hot for John's body and I had jacked off a several times thinking about hulking John fucking Angie's hot, petite body and pussy.
For the past couple of weeks, I had noticed that John was quiet and not in a particularly good mood. I asked one of his colleagues what was wrong with John and he told me that Angie had dumped John for the company's executive vice president for sales and she had been cheating on John with him for a few months before the break up. It was tearing John apart to see them together at work.
My department had been invited for a one week off-site meeting at the company's headquarters in Chicago. Unfortunately, I was working on the highest profile project in the company and had to stay behind to get a large batch of a test compound synthesized and purified. I was alone with the IT guys most of the day and they were doing their best to cheer John up with jokes and gossip about other single ladies in the company.
One day, while I was alone in the lab, there was a major IT crisis and all of the IT boys except John were called away. He was working close to me, bending and squatting to lay some cables and sporting a serious plumber's crack. Fuck! I couldn't concentrate on my work! His broad shoulders tapered down to a V framing his hairy, beefy ass cheeks. I could see about half off his ass and the crack was dark with a forest of hair. I just wanted to hop down and tongue his ass cheeks and crack. My cock tented my loose lab pants and I rubbed it and just stared at his ass. Now and again he would move a little and I could see his ass cheeks clench and relax. Damn! How I would love to have my face clenched between those hot, beefy cheeks!
Being celibate for so long was having its effect on me. My forehead was pounding, my cock was throbbing and a spot of pre-cum was visible on my pants. He was going in and out of the lab to the IT closet about fifty yards away and each time he came back, squatted down and displayed that plumber's crack. My heart beat rapidly and my cock throbbed.
I was a little crazy now and knew that somehow I had to make a move. I needed to understand if he might be receptive to being hit on. I decided to try some small talk to measure his potential willingness. "Sorry to hear about you and Angie, you been hitting anything since that?" I asked.
