Hello everyone. My name is Frank. There isn't much to tell you about me. I'm just your average 26-year-old guy, 6'2" and about 180 lbs. with an average build, and I have blonde hair and blue eyes, which most women love when I have a woman that is. For some reason, I haven't had much luck with women, and I don't know why. I have a lot of women staring at me as I walk by them. They try and make it look like they aren't, but I can tell. I have had a few girlfriends, but they normally last about 3--6 months and then we break up for some stupid reason. The last one left me because she found a smaller man. You see, I have a really big chest, and a lot of women can't handle it. I honestly didn't think it was that big, but I suppose it is to some women. I also have large balls that are almost always full, so when I cum, I cum a lot, which makes masturbating difficult unless I'm in the shower.
Now I know that I said that I didn't know why I hadn't had much luck with women, but the real reason is that I'm extremely shy. I can talk to them just fine about everyday things, but when it comes to asking them out or anything else, I stutter and stammer and everything else. I swear I make myself sound like a blubbering idiot when I try and ask someone out. The girlfriends that I have had were because they asked me out and not the other way around. So, as you can imagine, I haven't had a lot of girlfriends and my sex life is mostly non-existent except for my hands and a bar of soap while I'm taking a shower. Like I told you before, I don't masturbate unless I'm in the shower because of the amount I cum. It's just easier to let it all go down the drain than to use a towel and spend forever cleaning it up. That is another reason I don't have a lot of girlfriends either. They enjoy the pounding I give them, and when I cum, they don't like being covered that much in my jizz, so they freak out, get a shower, and leave.
I know I haven't really told you a lot about myself except for my relationship, or lack thereof, problems, and a few other minor details. So let me try and paint you a picture of me. Like I said before, I am 6'2" tall, weigh 180 lbs., and have blond hair and blue eyes. Now I know I say that I'm an average build, and I do work out a little. I'm no muscle-bound weightlifter by any means, but I'm not a bean pole either. I go to the gym about 2 or 3 times a week and I might do a little weightlifting, or I might hit the bag for a bit, just something to let off a little steam. It even helps with the sexual frustration I have as well because I work at a data center. All I do is put information into a data server all day. It sounds boring, but I enjoy it and I get along with my co-workers as well. The bad thing is that most of my co-workers are female, and there are a few of them that are drop-dead gorgeous. Why do they work in a data center I'm not sure when they could easily be a model or something. Now there are different departments for this, and I work in one that has me and three other people. I know what you're thinking that they are all female and I would like to fuck them all, but you'd be wrong. One is about to retire, and another guy started about a week ago, and there is one female that works in my department too, but she is also married and very religious. She wouldn't cheat on her husband if she wanted to, and yes, she is very pretty.
Our boss has his own office, and as long as we do our jobs, we rarely see him. But ever since the new guy, Jerry, started working here, we have been seeing Tom, our boss, a lot. When you first get hired, you get a few days of training, which is all you need for this position because entering data is not that hard. I could probably train a monkey to do my job; it's that easy. But Jerry, for some reason, just cannot seem to figure this out, and so Tom has to come out of his office to tell Jerry how he messed up and how he has to fix it, yada yada yada. You get the idea. We all sit at one big table, two on one side and two on the other. Jerry is in front of me, John is beside me, John is the one that is about to retire, and Ashley is in front of him. This particular day, we were all sitting there, doing our jobs and just chit-chatting with one another when Tom stepped out of his office and asked Jerry to step into his office for a moment. We all thought that was weird, so we were looking at one another with quizzical looks on our faces as Jerry walked into Tom's office and the door shut.
"I wonder what that is all about?" asked John.
Ashley and I shrugged our shoulders in confusion and continued doing what we were doing. A few minutes later, Jerry came out and started picking up his things off his desk.
"I was let go," he said, noticing that everyone was staring at him.
We all said we were sorry and told him good luck. The usual stuff you say to someone who has just been fired, even though you saw it coming. It's sad to see someone lose their job, though, even if they weren't doing their job very well. Now, a person needs a job because the economy is terrible. We all knew, though, that it would take Tom anywhere between 3 weeks and 3 months to hire someone else, and none of us were looking forward to that. That also meant that Tom was going to be cranky until he hired, as he puts it, "the right person." Part of me hopes that "the right person" is a smoking hot woman, and the other part hopes that they are either unsightly or a dude. Come to think of it, I hope it's one of the last two that I mentioned. If a hot woman was in front of me, I'm sure that it would cause me to get a bone every time I looked at her. This would be nearly impossible to hide and explain. I could never explain to women why my dick is hard and sticks out that far or the fact that it's that noticeable. But in the meantime, that left John, Ashley, and me, of course. John is set to retire at the end of the month, which is in two weeks. I'm not sure what we are going to do after he leaves, though. This is because he has been here for so long. He was the one person you could all turn to and ask him a question, and he would know the answer. I still went to see him from time to time, and I've been here for 10 years. There's still Ashley, but she has only been there about a year longer than I have, so she knows just as much as I do.
Two weeks have passed and still no new hire to take over for Tom. At the end of the day, Ashley and I were saying goodbye to John for the last time. We had a small retirement party for him with cake and cokes, but it was nothing fancy. Ashley and I told him good luck and to enjoy his retirement as he walked out of the door for the last time.
"I can't wait to retire," Ashley said.
