Notice: Names are redacted to protect the innocent.
"J" strolls. That is to say his gait as he walks into the office is masculine and athletic. In his late 20's, he is 6' 2", fit, and has sandy brown hair that is naturally ultra-curly. His scruffy beard of rough whiskers helps his very youthful face look more his age and adds to his mystique.
Playing baseball and soccer in High School and College, J joined our sales office about three years ago right after graduation. Having a science degree, on paper at least, he wasn't the best fit, but his natural way with people makes him quite the asset. I have grown to value J as a coworker.
His work area is near mine and even though we aren't peers, we have built a great working relationship. Since I am a bit older than him, he sees me more as a mentor and actually in this situation that is for the best. However, this does not mean I can't admire his many attributes. Unfortunately, this sometimes causes me to excuse myself from one to one conversations.
Our office does not have a dress code policy and most days jeans and t-shirts rule. Shorts when it is hot outside are to be expected. No one breaks the unwritten "no athletic gear" rule, but those who workout at lunch sometimes change prior to leaving for the gym.
One day for example J changed on his way to a lunch workout. Gym duffel in hand he stopped at my desk to ask a quick favor. As I looked up to greet him, I observed he was wearing Dri-Fit tapered training pants. As my head tilted up I couldn't help but notice his bulge as it was just about eye level from my chair. The length of his dick was only slightly obvious, and I could 't see any outline of his head. I assume he had on some compression shorts or similar under the sweats.
More recently J had a death in the family and was dressed in some very on trend skinny leg trousers and a jacket. This time his bulge was much more prominent, and every inch of his shaft was outlined by the fabric of those trousers. Again his head was not visible but this time I could tell more about the seeming lack of the tip outline. That long cock curved or was placed down the leg of his boxer briefs, so the head was trapped just above the elastic leg opening! Picturing the obvious girth in my mind, it must be a monster!
I carried on the quiet conversation about his loved one keeping as much eye contact as possible. A totally inappropriate time to let my eyes wonder around his assets. After a minute or so I invited him to a side conference room where we could both sit. Good thing it was only a few steps, with a semi rising I had a hard time walking.
I almost mentioned to him that he was headed to a solemn event and that he might want to change. But when the conversation was over and he stood to leave, he adjusted the position of his snake and smoothed out the crotch of his pants, seemingly absentmindedly. After talking with me he said he felt much better, and to my realization that also must be due to the swelling having gone down in his pants. He was now much more event appropriate. I kept my comment to myself and stayed seated a few moments waiting for my own swelling to go down.
But the time that drove me to almost lose my mind happened this summer. One of our colleagues installed a new backyard pool and offered to host everyone for a few hours on a Friday afternoon. The event was billed as team building. Grilled brats and burgers followed by a team brain storming session and the remaining time would be sun and fun.
Lunch and the meeting wrapped up about 3:30 and after another 20 minutes or so the only ones left included our host D, a guy named N, J, and myself. In turn each of us went inside to change into swimsuits. Our host, N, myself and lastly J. As we crossed paths between the pool and backdoor J said he was glad most everyone else had gone. Holding up his lime green swim trunks he showed me the missing liner and said his puppy had gotten to them and he hadn't realized this until he pulled them from his duffel bag.
I was a wreck! J was about to be shirtless, wet, and freeballing in front of me in a matter of minutes! I could feel the heat of the mid-afternoon sun and the growing in my board shorts. As quickly as I could I entered the pool and took a position that would allow me to see J emerge from the back door. The sun was starting to angle over the roof and the house was casting a slight shadow toward the pool deck.
Soon J emerged just as I had hoped, shirtless and most likely freeballing. The folded clothes he carried hid his bulge, but the sight of his toned chest and the deep V of his lower abs made my dick jump and push my board shorts forward. Taking a second look and following his trail from below his belly button to his perfect nipples, the sight was even better than I had ever imagined.
As he walked toward the pool, he stopped to put his street clothes into the gym bag which was sitting in a nearby chair. He didn't squat but bent over and arranged things in the bag retrieving sunscreen and a towel as well. Once finished he zipped the bag and bent further to place the bag on the ground. From my pool side vantage this additional maneuver let the sun back-light a magnificent ball sack. I sucked in my breath a little as he stood and then sat down in the chair.
As he began to apply the sunscreen to his arms, I feigned disinterest and pushed off the side I was on, moved to the middle and then glided to another spot further down the side. This gave me a more direct view of him seated in the chair. After finishing both arms he crossed his right ankle onto his left knee and began lotioning his leg.
Finally, there it was! Just inside the left leg hole of those lime green swim trunks lay the perfect cock head! A little of his shaft was also exposed and the length I had observed on those other occasions was an accurate tell of the beast lurking in his pants.
After switching legs, he stood to finish his torso and chest. Was it too much to now hope that he would ask for help with applying block to his back? Just about this time N, who had been drinking a beer in a nearby chair offered to help. I was torn but hoped there might be some element that made missing this opportunity worthwhile. Yeah, nothing, N just slapped on the block like he was cleaning the kitchen counter.
What happened next though more than made up for the initial disappointment. J offered to help N with his block and proceeded to bathe N's chest with a high degree of attention to his pecks and abs. N had a surprised look on his face but turned for the same treatment for his back. This was over quickly. N and J then headed for the water and I assumed the show was over... and it was except for the coin sized spot of wetness near the inside leg hole of those lime green swim trunks.
As N and J moved toward the pool I again put on disinterest to not draw attention to my ogling of their bodies. About this time our host brought each of us a fresh beer which helped give purpose to my immediate interactions. He also reminded us that his kids would be home about 6pm to host some friends in the pool. This meant our last few minuets together were approaching.
The water volleyball net was now strung across the pool and this gave another purpose for my observing the others. Without any forced effort on my part the teams were decided. Our host D and N would pair against J and myself. Perfect! I could easily maneuver to have J and his ass in my view at most times. It would actually be much easier to concentrate and be present in the game without seeing J's dick flopping around as he jumps to hit the ball.
The first few volleys were pretty tame but then N's competitiveness kicked in and he started slamming the ball just over the net. Each time this happened J would rise up from the water to meet the ball. As he continued to stretch his body that lime green suit settled more around his hips revealing the very top of his glutes and a slight peek of ass cleavage.
Developing a rhythm of its own, the game was enjoyable, and not just for the view I had of J. Being caught up in the physicality, my mind had become occupied and my desire had subsided. For this and many reasons what I heard next took me off guard. During the next lull in the game N says without hesitation. "J. Dude. You need some new trunks! I can see your junk every time you jump for the ball. Just how long IS your dick anyway?"
Our host D and I busted out laughing. D's laugh was the "oh no, you didn't just say that out loud" laugh. I think my laugh was more of a nervous and uncomfortable laugh that most likely fit the situation. Then D admits he had the same thought. This gave me reason to crack a joke about not having the same view they had and asking J to turn around so I could see. He didn't. Whew, this made everyone laugh and J was able to say "Longer than yours!" which I'm certain it is (a story for another time)!
Luckily this was all taken as guys smack talk and the game went on for about 10 minutes more when N decided to go change and head home. Our host was going to stay by the pool since his kids would be there soon. This left J and I to finish our now warmish beers and dry in sun.
Not wanting to tip my hand, but not wanting to end the conversation about his cock either, I casually asked him if I could be a bit personal for a minute. Based on some prior conversations, his family member dying, and other emotional situations, there was some trust between us and he responded yes. So I didn't hesitate or stumble with my words and asked him "Does the size of your penis cause you any issues? Like the comment N made?"
