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My first job out of college and I was feeling great about landing a sales job at a big-name company. My friends were impressed, I had a nice apartment with my girlfriend in downtown Chicago, had some cash to blow... things were good. One day, I was standing at the urinal taking a leak and a guy came up next to me to piss. "Hello, James," he said. I turned my head to realize it was my boss. I felt a little nervous just standing next to the boss (yet alone pissing next to him). "I said nervously, "Oh, hey, Mr. Donovan.." and then as I rotated my head back to my own crotch to finish peeing, I managed to catch a glimpse of his dick. I mean, guys take quick peaks all the time so I didn't think much of it. But for some reason, I shifted my eyes over to get another glance. Even soft, I could tell my boss was hung. I kind off smiled... it made sense that a wealthy, powerful achiever would have a big dick. I shook, flushed and left.
Over the course of the next 3 weeks, I ended up pissing next to my boss maybe 2 more times. He would come up next to me when I was in mid-stream. I thought, "Are we on the same schedule or is this dude timing it?" Nah, I thought, don't be weird, the guy is married. This time, while relieving myself he said, "Your numbers are tanking, James." It was kind of stern but sort of caring. I looked over and (dammit!) couldn't help myself from looking at his dick again. He totally caught me looking! And he made eye contact with me and smiled. He then gave his dick a wiggle to catch my attention. I looked down (Dammit, again, what's wrong with me?)... this time, he was half hard!! He said, "It's OK to look. Everyone does." He gave it a few strokes, it started getting fully hard. I was mesmerized. Damn thing was thick and about 8 inches. I wasn't even peeing anymore, I was just standing there in awe like a big dummy. He then stuffed it in his pants and flushed real quick. "We need to discuss your numbers this afternoon. Come see me at 5."
I couldn't stop thinking about his hard cock all day. It was really screwing with my head. I mean, I'm straight. I bang my GF all the time. I've only had a few drunken nights of experimentation in the frat... but his meat was hanging there, thick, long while he stroked it for me at the urinal. He knew I enjoyed the show.
At 5, I went into his office. I gave a light tap on the door, sheepishly. I mean, it was the big boss's office! He said, "Come in and have a seat". I started to shut the door. "Oh, you can leave it open. You know everyone runs out of here by now." True, everyone pretty much worked here from 7:30 to 4:30. "What.. what, can I do for you, Mr..."
"Oh, call me Frank. James. You can just call me Frank."
"OK."
The next 1/2 hour or so he walked around the office chatting about performance, numbers, goals... I kept noticing his bulge straining against the thin fabric of his pants. I could make out his glans! He was cut like me, I thought. Is he not wearing underwear, I thought some more? "James! James, I'm talking about distractions. Work distractions that affect performance."
His voice startled me back. "Are you distracted at work? Because your numbers suck?, he said... he stepped right in front of me. He was pissed that I wasn't really paying attention. Now, his crotch was at my eye level. I'm pretty sure his bulge got bigger, thicker....
He nonchalantly rubbed his bulge, gave it an adjustment. He knew I was watching.
I looked up into his eyes. "What's your mind on lately, boy?"
Then I looked down at his crotch again. I just couldn't help myself from staring! Now he was blatantly rubbing his cock... I couldn't stop staring.
"I... I don't know.. Sir, I'm just...."
He gave his thick meat a squeeze. "I think I know", he said. He started to unzip...
Over the course of the next 3 weeks, I ended up pissing next to my boss maybe 2 more times. He would come up next to me when I was in mid-stream. I thought, "Are we on the same schedule or is this dude timing it?" Nah, I thought, don't be weird, the guy is married. This time, while relieving myself he said, "Your numbers are tanking, James." It was kind of stern but sort of caring. I looked over and (dammit!) couldn't help myself from looking at his dick again. He totally caught me looking! And he made eye contact with me and smiled. He then gave his dick a wiggle to catch my attention. I looked down (Dammit, again, what's wrong with me?)... this time, he was half hard!! He said, "It's OK to look. Everyone does." He gave it a few strokes, it started getting fully hard. I was mesmerized. Damn thing was thick and about 8 inches. I wasn't even peeing anymore, I was just standing there in awe like a big dummy. He then stuffed it in his pants and flushed real quick. "We need to discuss your numbers this afternoon. Come see me at 5."
I couldn't stop thinking about his hard cock all day. It was really screwing with my head. I mean, I'm straight. I bang my GF all the time. I've only had a few drunken nights of experimentation in the frat... but his meat was hanging there, thick, long while he stroked it for me at the urinal. He knew I enjoyed the show.
At 5, I went into his office. I gave a light tap on the door, sheepishly. I mean, it was the big boss's office! He said, "Come in and have a seat". I started to shut the door. "Oh, you can leave it open. You know everyone runs out of here by now." True, everyone pretty much worked here from 7:30 to 4:30. "What.. what, can I do for you, Mr..."
"Oh, call me Frank. James. You can just call me Frank."
"OK."
The next 1/2 hour or so he walked around the office chatting about performance, numbers, goals... I kept noticing his bulge straining against the thin fabric of his pants. I could make out his glans! He was cut like me, I thought. Is he not wearing underwear, I thought some more? "James! James, I'm talking about distractions. Work distractions that affect performance."
His voice startled me back. "Are you distracted at work? Because your numbers suck?, he said... he stepped right in front of me. He was pissed that I wasn't really paying attention. Now, his crotch was at my eye level. I'm pretty sure his bulge got bigger, thicker....
He nonchalantly rubbed his bulge, gave it an adjustment. He knew I was watching.
I looked up into his eyes. "What's your mind on lately, boy?"
Then I looked down at his crotch again. I just couldn't help myself from staring! Now he was blatantly rubbing his cock... I couldn't stop staring.
"I... I don't know.. Sir, I'm just...."
He gave his thick meat a squeeze. "I think I know", he said. He started to unzip...