You Peed on my Foot, Man!
To my utter amazement, he had just peed on my foot. I halted my peeing and looked at my right boot, dripping with urine, incredulous to see what had happened. I looked up and saw it was Barry, our handsome graphic artist at the urinal next to me. He was taller than me, and I'm over 6 feet tall.
"Sorry man, didn't mean to wet those beautiful cowboy boots."
"No problem," I said. "Shit happens." I smiled, but inside I was both mortified and a bit titillated. I finished peeing and returned to my desk to process what had just happened.
Truth was--I'd had a crush on Barry for awhile and who wouldn't. He was tall with a huge lumberjack beard, a slight belly, and big shoulders. His skin was naturally tanned, and he had a square jaw like fighter pilots and professional football players. And a delicious looking package that always pulled my eyes to it.
As two men working for a large Science Corporation, we were both, I assumed, both stable and cautious. We were well paid, and the work was exciting.
From the day I had seen him in the Newcomer's meeting about a year ago, I always looked for him in the halls and was delighted when we passed each other. We both flashed big enthusiastic smiles which gave me a flicker of hope that it might happen with him. He's probably straight anyway or worse, married, I thought. Nevertheless, I liked the way his package filled out the front of his tight khaki pants.
To me, he seemed like the perfect man. But that was as far as I went. I had a Japanese girlfriend and at this point I had slumped into being more bi-curious than active. Even so, his dark beard made me want to run my fingers through it and feel it on my thighs. Every time he walked by my office, I had to stop work and fantasize a bit about his dick, wanting to wrap my arms around his big naked shoulders often resulted in an erection pushing against my pink panties that I wore under my dress pants.
When I would finish my workday, I would shower, hit my bong, and masturbate while thinking of his dick and his body. His hairy tummy, I imagined, would feel good against my face. Imagining his dick in my mouth, I would allow him to explode deep in my throat. Cum would overflow the sides of my mouth while I swallowed as much of it as I could. At that moment, my cock would explode shooting come in my face. Two ropes of cum as usual, pulsating out with intense pressure and showering my belly and face. Finally, I licked my hands clean and pulled that final drop from my receding cock. I would close my laptop and sleep well.
Now, he had given me something else to think about. Was it an accident that he had peed on my foot? Or was it a gay signal of which I wasn't aware? I was hoping for the latter. I should have said something, let him know my interest. But I didn't. I didn't want to get in trouble. He might disagree or react negatively towards me. Plus, I could lose my job.
The weeks went by and when we were in a meeting together, even though he might be across the room, my mind could only think what it might feel like snuggled up with him. He must have noticed my vibe.
