The pandemic took its toll on our office. Once a small but comfortable working space with 15 employees in on a daily basis, it dropped to a raucous one or two. The two consisted of my coworker Tony and myself. Tony and I are about the same height and he's about 10 years younger than I am. He's a dirty blond, cute as a button, doesn't look like he's sporting much in the way of body hair, at least nothing poking out of his open neck shirts.
We've worked together almost 10 years now. When I started, he'd been there a year. He was thin, friendly and very helpful to the newbie guy. Over the years he and I have become the primary SME's on our software and we often collab on complex problems. We are also the goto for the rest of the staff when they need help.
Now Tony and I have been friendly, not super friendly, not hang out at each other's homes friendly but work friendly, we'd joke, we'd kid, we'd tease, and funnily enough, I was not attracted to him at all - he's straight, at least he's married to a woman several years older than he is.
Our office is completely casual, so we'd both be in jeans and tees most days and while I went for long loose tees, his were tighter and short, just at the waistline of his jeans short. I started to notice that Tony like to lift his shirt and scratch his belly, which had grown over the years, he's not fat, just nicely meaty. I was also surprised to see a nice spread of belly fur on the itchy belly, in fact, I kind of fixated on that. He always seemed to be facing directly at me when he scratched that belly, too. And I started to notice it more and more.
The next thing he started to do, was to squat down beside someone's desk, when helping them, allowing his pants to slide down and a "plumber's crack" show through. The first time he did it, my eyes locked onto that creamy white skin and the crack splitting it. The second time he did it, I was nearly completely overwhelmed with the urge to slide my hand down into those pants and explore that crack.
But we worked together and it's a very open office, so I never pursued it. He'd stop by my desk and massage my shoulders, as we talked, and it felt damn good. Flirting or just being friendly? I had no clue, though I was leaning to flirting but then there's the wife and we work together, so I convinced my that no it's only my imagination.
Then the pandemic hit. Home we all went for two years. We finally reopened the office. It was early June. Tony started to go in every day, as he lived quite close to the office, but I would only go in a couple days a week and WFH the rest of the time, to save on my commute time. However, other than one other person, we were the only ones that chose to return.
In the new office norm, we were both even more casual than we had been before - now wearing shorts and tees, flip flops on some days, shoes with no show socks on others. Tony, it turns out has nearly hairless legs, thick meaty thighs and large round calves. And as we were the only two there, the flirting amped up. I kept teasing him about being naked in the office. I told him I would if he would. He would laugh but I think, on some level, he was considering it. We talked about visiting Toronto's nude beach - I'd never seen him there, but he says he goes. I suggested we meet there in the woods and explore. I even suggested he bring the wife, I'd play. He'd make similar comments, which seemed very forward for a "straight" guy, I began to wonder, just how straight.
Tony would leave a little after 4 each day, while I'd stay until 5 or 5:30, so for that last hour and a bit I was alone and often horny after a day of teasing and flirting, sometimes I'd go to the bathroom and relieve myself there, a few times I sat at my desk and just took it out to play there. I'd have to get up and close a few blinds - as we had floor to ceiling windows that overlooked another office and condos to the north of us, which is why the bathroom was an appealing option.
