At work, this guy i know is expecting his first baby. i always thought he was handsome, like a tall, lean, young Kevin Costner -- when he was in his 20s. He has a southern drawl and he likes to wear cowboy boots and jeans.
for the past month, he's been whining at lunch about not getting any sex now that his wife is pregnant. He openly jokes about needing to go to the bathroom to "rub one out" and when he says that, he winks and smiles. I teased him that he should go see Brokeback Mtn with me, and he laughed and said his wife would kill him.
Another co-worker told him that his wife should "take care of him in other ways" but he replied that his wife was "a good Christian woman who didn't do anything weird."
So Mr. Horny/Frustrated with the pregnant wife last week comes into my cubicle to talk about tattoos. He tells me that he has a tattoo on his ankle which he got when he was in a fraternity.
Tattoo, I say. That's cool. And I mention that I have a tattoo on my shoulder.
He asks to see it, so I push up my sleeve so that he can see the edge of it.
He then takes off his boot, pulls off his sock and puts his foot up on my desk to show me his tattoo. I'm sitting in my chair, looking at his tattoo, thinking this was an awkward position. He then flexes his ankle to show me that he can dislocate a bone in his foot. Fascinated, I reached over and held his ankle so that he could pop the bone out again. I'm stroking his hairy leg and smelling the leather scent from his boot and thinking he is the hottest real life cowboy I've ever met.
The office is dead quiet -- the week between Christmas and New Year's -- and we know we're the only two on the floor because of the way the energy-saving motion detectors work. The main hall would light up if anyone else was around.
So I'm rubbing his ankle, and stroking the hair on top of his foot, babbling about chiropractors and the danger of cracking knuckles, when he leans forward and starts unzipping his jeans. I'm startled, but I don't say anything. This is like a dream come true. When he unzips himself, the white bulge of his tighty whiteys push out.
"I'm so hard." he whispers.
I can't help myself. I'm rubbing his ankle, he has his leg up on my desk like the Captain Morgan commercials, so I lean forward and start mouthing his bulge through his underwear. I bite his boner through the cloth and bite along his length. He puts his hand on my shoulder and moans. I keep biting his hardon, and he smells great. Some cologne, his jeans, his underwear, and the hottest trapped erection I've ever mouthed. I untuck his shirt and rub his belly, hairy treasure trail. I finger his belly button. I can feel the heat from his big belt buckle.
I want to see it so badly, there's an aching in the back of my throat. I want to see this big organ that made his wife pregant. I'm starting to tug his underwear off his bulge with my teeth when suddenly the hall lights go on. Someone is on our floor. He pulls away and stuffs his bulge and shirt back in. He sits on my desk and grabs a binder to cover his crotch.
Good timing because a face appears at the cubicle. Another co-worker who's always liked this guy. She says something about Happy Holidays and looks at this guy's bare foot, him sitting on my desk, and asks what's going on.
He shows her his ankle tattoo. She's clearly curious. She too rubs his ankle to look at his tattoo. She teases him about the hair on top of his foot.
She stands in my cubicle to talk and then says we should all go out for lunch. We take off the rest of the afternoon. I haven't seen him since, because he had the following week off.
However, he IM'd me at work, and I called him "Big Tex". He
replied that I didn't get to see if he was really big or not.
So, that's as close as I've come so far (in so many ways) of sucking off a straight friend. That moment has blazed in my memory ever since, and I keep regretting that I wasted time mouthing him through his underwear. There's another month before the baby's due and I'm hoping we get to finish what started.
