It all started when I was reassigned to a new project at work. I was still fairly new and not very comfortable yet with the office culture. The jerk that I worked with on the last project was difficult, and did not do too much to make me feel secure in my new position. In fact, I almost lost my job because of him. Thank god he flunked the random drug test. Now here I was, faced with both a new project AND a new partner. Here we go again...
I thought about quitting and finding something else that I liked better. In fact, I was working on my resignation letter when I was introduced to Taylor, who would work with me on the next project. Thank god I never had the chance to finish that letter!
I stood to greet Taylor, and it was like looking at me. He was around six feet tall and slim, with dark hair, chiseled features and a slight five o'clock shadow. He had a firm handshake, but it was his eyes that I noticed the most. They were dark brown, and seemed to be searching for something as he looked at me. I somehow sensed that he was a sensitive guy and that we would become fast friends. He smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, Trent. I look forward to working with you."
We developed an immediate rapport as we rolled up our sleeves to put together our project scope. After a few weeks, we found that we had so much in common that it was almost spooky. Other than Taylor being five years younger than I was, our personal lives were much the same. We were both married (at the same church, even!) and we shared that there had not been many girlfriends. In fact, both of us admitted that we were virgins until we met our wives.
Most guys would try to impress each other with macho talk, but with Taylor it was so different. It was like we were both on truth serum or something. We just connected in a way that I had never experienced before. There was never any shame or embarrassment with anything that we discussed. One day we even compared notes about how hairy we were, even our asses. "All the way up," he had said. Boy, did I enjoy THOSE visuals!
I remember looking at him when he was unaware and just thinking to myself, "Why oh why didn't you show up in my life a few years ago, before I was married?...You DO things to me, dude...DAMN!"
This is where I need to share that I have always been attracted to men. Not all men, but the masculine ones who have a sensitive side. In other words, I was attracted to someone like me! Not a soul in the world knew. I was very alone. I sleepwalked through high school, carrying the heavy weight of that secret everywhere I went. It was with me when I first kissed a girl. It was with me at the prom, in my dreams, and especially when I lay alone at night, touching myself as I imagined my "dream lover" would.
At some point in my early twenties, I resolved to myself that I would live my life as others expected me to, and that I would settle down with a wife that I loved and raise a family. I knew that it would be a challenge at times, but I felt that it was the best thing. Besides, I DID like women.
Fast forward to the present. I have been married to a great woman for several years now, and I do love her very much. We have a son who I think the world of. I decided before we were married that I would be faithful to my wife and that we would grow old together.
Back then, it began to be difficult to reconcile that commitment toward my wife with the attraction that I felt for Taylor. I fantasized about him more and more, and I started to feel guilty about that. I had to stop. We were both married, and I was afraid of what I was experiencing. I certainly did not want to do or say anything that would jeopardize my friendship with him.
As time went on, Taylor and I talked about sex a lot. We made jokes, poked fun at each other and laughed ourselves silly. One day one of the girls in the office had a bachelorette party during the lunch hour and she received a lot of naughty toys. She smuggled some of them back to the office and we all had a good laugh.
One of the toys was a six inch erect plastic penis with a spring inside of it. This girl was very shy, so she was mortified by it. Later on, I saw her wrap it up and throw it in the trash can when no one was looking. All I knew was that I had to have it, and that I was somehow going to play a joke on Taylor. When everyone was gone for the day, I secretly took possession of my new toy.
I waited for the right time, which was the next day, when we were joking about one of the girls (Barbara) in advertising. She was hot, and we decided that she should come over and give us hand jobs when we got bored at work. Taylor was facing me on the other side of the work table. The work table had holes on the surface to accommodate phone and PC cables. I waited until he reached up for a binder off of the shelf. At that moment, I slumped down in my chair and I thrust that plastic penis upward through one of the holes, just in time for him to look down and see it.
The look on his face was priceless. There was a brief moment when he thought "Is that real?,"followed by a smile, some blushing and then his laughter when he realized it was the sex toy from the day before. I kept pushing it up and down and making faces like I was "getting close." He kept egging me on, so I said, "Come on man, I'm almost there, help me out. Where is Barbara when we need her, anyway?" Still laughing, he reached over and put his hand on that plastic penis and stroked the tip.
He whispered, "Barbara is busy. I guess I'll have to stand in for her. Go for it, Trent; make a mess. I'll help you clean up." He grabbed a couple of tissues, for effect. Our eyes met and we stopped laughing. We just kind of looked at each other nervously. I decided that he was pushing the boundary and it made me very excited, but also very scared. I didn't know what to say next.
With the plastic penis still sticking up out of the hole I said, "Mine's about like this, you know." The minute I said that, I was mortified. The toy penis fell to the floor and I straightened up in my chair. God, what made me blurt that out? I was aware of my real penis being very erect. Good thing he could not see that. I felt the heat in my face as I blushed and broke his gaze.
"Trent." I looked back up at him. He was smiling as he said, "Well then, that would make us the same size... Yet another thing that we have in common."
Not knowing what to say next, I broke eye contact with Taylor, and after an awkward pause, I replied, "Yeah, that's cool." One more furtive glance and we both grew quiet and went back to work. We knew that we were in unchartered territory. I picked up the toy penis, wrapped it back up, and threw it in the trash can.
I tossed and turned that night in bed. After my wife was asleep, I crept out of bed and went into my study. I dropped my boxers and laid back in my recliner. I jacked off; pretended Taylor's hands were doing the work. It felt so good. I replayed his words over and over again in my mind, "Make a mess, I want to watch. I'll help you clean up." I pinched my nipples, and my cum shot out at the memory of his stroking my fake penis. I lay there with my chest heaving, slicked down with my cum, and I decided that I had to find out if Taylor was attracted to me. His remarks gave me that hope, but I needed to know for sure, even if nothing ever came of it.
Taylor was quiet the next morning, so I decided to break the ice. "Taylor, let's get together with Laura and Beth and have dinner, what do you say?" He smiled and said he would like that. In fact, he wanted to have the dinner at his house. After a couple of phone calls to our wives, it was set for 5:00pm Saturday afternoon. He told me to bring some wine and our swim suits in case we wanted to get into the spa. I felt a very warm feeling creep over me, and I hoped that Saturday would get here quickly.
