There's only two of us in the office today. Madge called in sick, and our manager is on vacation. That just leaves me and Oz.
Oz is SO fucking HOT!
I know, I know! You should never date your co-workers. Plus he has a girlfriend, so you know, he's straight. He wouldn't be interested in me.
"Josh!" Oz calls my name and I try to look like I was not just staring at his butt as he swivels his chair around to face me.
"Yeah" I reply with carefully constructed non-chalance.
"I'm gonna grab a sandwich from Jimmy's, you want me to bring you back anything?" he asks.
"Yeah, sure. Can you get me a Salad?" I ask.
He looks at me strangely. Oh shit! What did I do? Manly men don't order salads!
"You want a salad?" Oz asks me with raised eyebrows.
"Just trying to watch the old waist line" I say, patting my stomach and trying to laugh it off. "You know what, I will have a sandwich. I'm hungry."
Oz nods. "Okay, what kind of sandwich?" he asks.
"Uhh... what... what are you having?" I ask awkwardly.
"Philly Cheesesteak" he answers simply.
"That sounds great! I'll have one too" I say a little too quickly.
"Really? Cuz if you want a salad, I'll get you a salad" he offers.
"No, no! A Cheesesteak sounds fantastic. I want one of those!" I reassure him.
"All right. I'll be back in a few. Man the Fort for me, okay?" he winks at me as he walks out the door, and my ass clenches.
"Ohhhh My GAWWWD" I exclaim to the now empty office, leaning back in my chair to stare at the ceiling.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then I look down at my crotch and see the bulge in the front of my pants. Of course! Why is that man so fucking hot?! I've never been hung up on a straight man before!
Something about the way his shirt clings to his pecs, and how luscious and pink his lips look surrounded by a bristly brown beard. The way his pants fit tightly over the peach of his ass...
"Stop it!" I command myself, feeling my cock throbbing.
Did I mention the way he smells? When he walks into the office his scent permeates the entirety of the small enclosed space. I wish I knew what aftershave he uses, I would buy it and sniff it while I jerk off at night!
I pound my desk with my fist in frustration, and my pen goes flying across the room to land under Oz's desk. I roll my eyes and groan. It's hard to get up out of my chair with my pants pulled so tightly over my erection.
I have to crawl pretty far under his desk to retrieve my pen, and it's actually kinda roomy down here. It's an L shaped desk, and this back corner can fit a grown man quite easily. I sit down cross-legged, reliving my childhood for a minute. If I pull his chair in, it seals the opening like a gate. I am feeling completely hidden from the outside.
Smiling at my own childishness, I get on my knees and grab the chair in order to push it out, but the smell grabs me! Oz's smell is embedded in the fabric of his chair. I can't help myself. I plant my face on the seat and inhale deeply.
His ass sits on this chair every day!
I groan as my cock swells up again, even harder than before. I could blissfully rub one out right here, just like this.
