I didn't want to take the job but my wife wouldn't hear of me turning it down. I started going to church with her because I thought it would be good for business and it has been. I am a contractor that specialized in remodeling.
The church board came to me and wanted remodel their office complex. They needed walls moved and everything updated. I agreed to do it at cost plus 10% as long as I could do it on my timeframe. I was given a set of keys to the place and told to get at it.
My wife had been "reminding me" of the job for about two weeks and I promised I would get started. So on my way home from bidding on another job I drove by the church.
It looked deserted. I thought could get my measurements and rough sketch without people trying to "Help" me.
I unlocked the main door to the office complex expecting to be alone. Instead I saw a light on in the minister's study. David was a man in his late forties, like me. He kept in shape and seemed to be a good fellow although I really didn't know him that well. Slipping down the hall I would get to know him better than I expected.
I stopped outside his door and listened. I didn't want to interrupt a meeting or counseling session. What I heard was a sound I knew all too well. It was the sound of the cheesy music used in porn.
I quietly peaked inside the door that was opened about 6 inches. I could see he had his sweatpants down around his ankles and his hard cock in his hand. Here before my eyes was a minister jacking off to porn on his computer.
His cock was about the size of mine, 6.5 inches. He was circumcised and very focused on his screen. He had his left hand on his dick and his right hand was sometimes cupping his balls and others rubbing that space between his balls and anus. It was quite a sight to see.
Back in my pre-marriage days, in college, I was known to swing both ways. I always leaned toward pussy but I was known to suck an occasional dick and fucked a few asses in my day. When I look at porn on-line I am as often looking at cocks as I am pussy.
I watched him jack off from the dark hallway for a few minutes. I loved the sight of him pulling on that hard cock and how he would slow down when he got close to cumming. He was not wanting to cum to quickly I could tell.
After looking at him for a few minutes I noticed two things. The first was that my dick was getting rather hard in my pants. The second was that I was hearing men talking but no women. I moved a little over and could see his screen. He was watching man on man porn. This was getting good.
After I had watched him for about ten minutes I guessed I thought I would like to join him. I made a quick plan to sneak up and catch him. I slipped back to the front door and pulled it opened wide and let it fall shut. I made a noticeable bang when it closed. I then called out to him. "Hey David! Are you here?"
As I quickly walked down the hall I pushed the door opened wide. There he was standing with his back to me, his ass still not inside his sweats and he was franticly pulling them up.
He turned to me as red-faced as I could imagine. His hard cock tenting up the front of his pants. He stammered for words.
"I didn't...I mean... you..." he muttered and then he just hung his head. I thought he was almost to the point of tears.
I stepped in the office and said "Hey it's ok. I am on your side. I understand"
He looked up at me a bit confused.
"I know what it's like to get all hard and horny and need to get off." I told him.
We both looked down to the screen and saw one guy sucking on another guys long hard dick.
"I am so ashamed. I'm sorry." He said and he reached for the mouse to shut it down.
"Don't be. I told him. "I know how it is when you aren't getting a lot of sex at home and everywhere you turn there is sex."
He looked up and said "Yeah. It is kind of tough." He looked back at the screen and added "But gay porn? You must think..." his voice trailed off.
I answered for him "I think sex is sex and sometimes you just want a good blowjob but can't get one at home and can't risk going to an adult bookstore to get sucked off."
He looked up at me puzzled. "This isn't embarrassing for you?"
I told him "Well," and looked down at my pants. My cock was rock hard under my jeans and tenting up something fierce. "I guess embarrassed isn't the word I'd use." I thought a second and added "Horny. That's the word I would use." And I rubbed my dick through my jeans.
He looked at the outline of my cock and said "I've never done anything like..." He stopped.