He Wears Aussiebums. Is That Usual for a Straight Boy?
On my second assignment, they got the new contractor in and she seemed pretty confident, and it left me at a loose end for the last half an hour of the day. I had a day left on my contract, tomorrow, and I knew I wasn’t needed. It left me free to bother Christopher. He was a cutie. Blond, private school boy, 26 actually. He wore these cotton pants that just naturally bunched up around the substantial bulge he had there, don’t think I hadn’t noticed it. It was beautiful. I had trouble keeping my eyes off it. He had the perfect bulge between his legs, did Christopher. Like half a football pushed down into the front of his pants. We had a modern work space, clever filling and all. You just had to look, as he swung his chair around in your direction. I had trouble some time. I’d been caught unaware a couple of times, getting distracted by his bulge, and then to look up to his face, to have him looking back at me. I could do it without thinking.
The new homoerotic OH&S Manager, Saxon, started with us. He’s got to be gay. Really? Come on? He said he was single. His hobbies are fitness activities amongst blokes. Could you get a gayer straight cover?
Saxon is kind of horny how he’s always trying to talk Christopher and I into a threesome, training together 6am in the morning, that kind of threesome. “Bring your gear. I’ll take you both down to the park and pound you.” He had me at take off your clothes. Saxon wears those short wide-legged running shorts, he might as well be just in his soft cotton jocks, as I can see the outline of everything really clearly. Nothing is left to the imagination, Saxon is one fit boy.
Saxon always seems to make me horny for Christopher.
“Yeah sure, I run. It’s how I keep in shape.”
“I run too,” said Christopher.
“We should run together.”
“We should,” said Christopher.
No, we should I thought, so I kept it up. He’d already said he’d been to the gym before work, he’d have running gear. “We should. You’ve got your gear. Tonight?” I didn’t really need to go for a run, but as it turned out, I had my gear in the car. James and I were going running after work, but at the last minute he had to cancel. I wanted to see Christopher in his jocks in the change room.
“Yeah… okay… Sure… I’m up for it.” He didn’t sound sure at all.
There were change rooms and showers at work. The change room was tiny and there was only one shower, perfect for perving on Christopher.
I kept an eye on him like a hawk all afternoon. Then he actually said he was going to get changed for the run, so I grabbed my stuff and followed him. The bathroom and shower have just been updated. It seemed very white in there as we stood facing each other.
Christopher pulled his buttoned up work shirt over his head. Then he dropped his pants. He was standing before me in his Aussiebums. Nice bulge, thick legs. His undies had a dark piece of material over his, actual, cock and balls as if to emphasise the goodies he had down there. I could see his cock pushed down over the top of his balls.
I pulled my shirt off and took my pants off.
Good pecs. Hairy chest. Flat stomach. He pulled his singlet on and covered most of it up. Still, he still looked pretty sexy in front of me in singlet and jocks. Distinct creases in the soft cotton of his briefs, at the sides, as if a heavy weight rested there. I pulled my shorts up slow, as I gazed upon the bulge in his jocks. His legs were covered in blond hair, as he slid his shorts over them. I pulled my tshirt on.
It was cool outside by 6pm. Christopher slapped me on the back. “First to the corner as a warm up.” He sprinted off ahead of me. Left me chasing his arse up North Road. I was panting and chasing Christopher’s shapely disappearing arse, sucess. At the corner we grunted at each other. I liked grunting at Christopher. He looked sexy all sweaty. I wanted to lean in and kiss him. I allowed myself for a microsecond. He moved away.
Soon my throat was burning as equally much as my thighs, as neither of us would give a centimetre. Soon I was floating, my feet not touching the ground, as we fell into sync, me just ahead of Christopher.
We were still competing as we ran all the way back into the change rooms, as each one of us tried to get through the door first. “You can have first shower,” I said.
Christopher took a step back, looked at me, then looked at the shower. Then looked back at me. “Hey… ah… I’ve got a tracksuit, I’m going to put that on and head home. Thanks for the run.”
"We must do it again soon."
I stood under the cascading hot water of the work shower and whacked off over the sight of Christopher in his jocks, until I came all over the pristine white tiles. I wondered how many other guys had jerked off in there?
I had nothing to do that second last work day and nothing to lose, my contract was over, I was out of there. They’d offered me the permanent role and I’d turned it down. I nearly said yes, but it would have meant driving to Clayton every day. I’d decided no, I’d burned all the bridges. I gazed at his bulge freely, as he wheeled his chair across the office, I mean work space, to look in some hanging files he had filed under the counter on my side of the room. I was alphabetising documents, languidly. I’m a good sport, I’ll even do the filing for them, if I have noting else to do. I almost find it cathartic. It is up to them if they want to pay someone $100 per hour to do their filing. I find it just perverse enough to do it. Besides, it was just Christopher and me in the work space, Mel was out for the afternoon.
I turned my chair to face him. He looked like a very big boy, thick thighs, big bulge. I imagined him being teased on his school camps in the showers for his enormous dong, because that’s what it looked like. He’d get good humorously teased about the size of his cock.
At one point, two actually, I looked up to see Christopher looking straight at me, looking at his huge cock. The afternoon sun was coming through the windows behind me and I was feeling sleepy, slow to react. He’d get uneasy and squirm about in my chair, I’d avert my eyes. He’d do that not-actually-looking-at-me-when-he’s-looking-at-me, out of the corner of his eye, concentrating on something else, kind of gaze.
He reached down and adjusted himself self-consciously.
It was hot.
He was getting hard at the sight of me looking at his substantial manhood. I could see his half football expanding.
We’d always flirted, with him not really knowing how to handle it. This doe-eyed 26 year old hadn’t quite worked it out, that was plain to see. He always had that bunny-in-the-headlights, and yet curious all at the same time, self conscious smirk, kind of thing happening.
I’d asked Mel really casually one afternoon if Christopher had a girlfriend and she said no.
He turned his chair in my direction and sat back and pretended to be busy reading. His cock was laying up his stomach, pointing to the left as if he had a large banana shoved down his pants. He’d boned up, it was clear to see. He sat there with the file covering his face, letting me gaze at it freely. Christopher had a big, thick cock, it was true.
It must take a lot of blood to work that thing! Goddam!, I was thinking, What would that be like to suck on? When I heard a voice.
“Oh Josh.” I looked up out of my Christopher’s-cock-trance to see Voula looking straight at me.
“Ah yes?” It sounded too much like I was startled, taken off guard. My office voice wasn’t fully clicked back in. "Voula."
Christopher sat up and swung around to face the side desk. He shuffled papers.
“You might as well head home,” said Voula. “Thanks for all your help.”
“Oh yeah, sure.”
I packed up my stuff in silence. Christopher was now back at his desk working hard.
“See ya,” I said.
“See ya, mate,” said Christopher. It looked like that was it for a milli second… but then Christopher looked around, he put his hand up to his face as the sun in his eyes caught him off guard and his face looked so soft and innocent, a little turned on. Then he smiled and raised his eye brows and in that moment, it was just two guys who fancied each other. I stepped passed him and he was behind me. I left the office without looking back. Never look back, unless there was a real chance of actual sex, never look back, someone wise once said to me. "There'll be no good looking back."
Sometime around 6pm, Jack called to say that Christopher had just emailed him to say that they won’t need me tomorrow.
“Oh?”
“Don’t go in tomorrow.”
“Sure.”
Oh well, it was hardly surprising. Okay. That’s that then. I’ll miss seeing the elastic waistband of Christopher’s undies riding above the waistband of his pants, I thought. The small patch of hair he has in the middle of his lower back.
He wears Aussiebums. Is that usual for a straight boy?
He’s sweet and softly spoken, handsome and is considerate to all the girls he works with, always going out and getting them lunch, or buying them chocolate. As far as I could ascertain, he lives on his own in Prahran.
I told Jack about being offered the job. He said that was interesting. I told him that I felt like I’d get depressed driving there every day. Jack laughed and said he thought he’d get depressed driving there every day too.
The new homoerotic OH&S Manager, Saxon, started with us. He’s got to be gay. Really? Come on? He said he was single. His hobbies are fitness activities amongst blokes. Could you get a gayer straight cover?
Saxon is kind of horny how he’s always trying to talk Christopher and I into a threesome, training together 6am in the morning, that kind of threesome. “Bring your gear. I’ll take you both down to the park and pound you.” He had me at take off your clothes. Saxon wears those short wide-legged running shorts, he might as well be just in his soft cotton jocks, as I can see the outline of everything really clearly. Nothing is left to the imagination, Saxon is one fit boy.
Saxon always seems to make me horny for Christopher.
“Yeah sure, I run. It’s how I keep in shape.”
“I run too,” said Christopher.
“We should run together.”
“We should,” said Christopher.
No, we should I thought, so I kept it up. He’d already said he’d been to the gym before work, he’d have running gear. “We should. You’ve got your gear. Tonight?” I didn’t really need to go for a run, but as it turned out, I had my gear in the car. James and I were going running after work, but at the last minute he had to cancel. I wanted to see Christopher in his jocks in the change room.
“Yeah… okay… Sure… I’m up for it.” He didn’t sound sure at all.
There were change rooms and showers at work. The change room was tiny and there was only one shower, perfect for perving on Christopher.
I kept an eye on him like a hawk all afternoon. Then he actually said he was going to get changed for the run, so I grabbed my stuff and followed him. The bathroom and shower have just been updated. It seemed very white in there as we stood facing each other.
Christopher pulled his buttoned up work shirt over his head. Then he dropped his pants. He was standing before me in his Aussiebums. Nice bulge, thick legs. His undies had a dark piece of material over his, actual, cock and balls as if to emphasise the goodies he had down there. I could see his cock pushed down over the top of his balls.
I pulled my shirt off and took my pants off.
Good pecs. Hairy chest. Flat stomach. He pulled his singlet on and covered most of it up. Still, he still looked pretty sexy in front of me in singlet and jocks. Distinct creases in the soft cotton of his briefs, at the sides, as if a heavy weight rested there. I pulled my shorts up slow, as I gazed upon the bulge in his jocks. His legs were covered in blond hair, as he slid his shorts over them. I pulled my tshirt on.
It was cool outside by 6pm. Christopher slapped me on the back. “First to the corner as a warm up.” He sprinted off ahead of me. Left me chasing his arse up North Road. I was panting and chasing Christopher’s shapely disappearing arse, sucess. At the corner we grunted at each other. I liked grunting at Christopher. He looked sexy all sweaty. I wanted to lean in and kiss him. I allowed myself for a microsecond. He moved away.
Soon my throat was burning as equally much as my thighs, as neither of us would give a centimetre. Soon I was floating, my feet not touching the ground, as we fell into sync, me just ahead of Christopher.
We were still competing as we ran all the way back into the change rooms, as each one of us tried to get through the door first. “You can have first shower,” I said.
Christopher took a step back, looked at me, then looked at the shower. Then looked back at me. “Hey… ah… I’ve got a tracksuit, I’m going to put that on and head home. Thanks for the run.”
"We must do it again soon."
I stood under the cascading hot water of the work shower and whacked off over the sight of Christopher in his jocks, until I came all over the pristine white tiles. I wondered how many other guys had jerked off in there?
I had nothing to do that second last work day and nothing to lose, my contract was over, I was out of there. They’d offered me the permanent role and I’d turned it down. I nearly said yes, but it would have meant driving to Clayton every day. I’d decided no, I’d burned all the bridges. I gazed at his bulge freely, as he wheeled his chair across the office, I mean work space, to look in some hanging files he had filed under the counter on my side of the room. I was alphabetising documents, languidly. I’m a good sport, I’ll even do the filing for them, if I have noting else to do. I almost find it cathartic. It is up to them if they want to pay someone $100 per hour to do their filing. I find it just perverse enough to do it. Besides, it was just Christopher and me in the work space, Mel was out for the afternoon.
I turned my chair to face him. He looked like a very big boy, thick thighs, big bulge. I imagined him being teased on his school camps in the showers for his enormous dong, because that’s what it looked like. He’d get good humorously teased about the size of his cock.
At one point, two actually, I looked up to see Christopher looking straight at me, looking at his huge cock. The afternoon sun was coming through the windows behind me and I was feeling sleepy, slow to react. He’d get uneasy and squirm about in my chair, I’d avert my eyes. He’d do that not-actually-looking-at-me-when-he’s-looking-at-me, out of the corner of his eye, concentrating on something else, kind of gaze.
He reached down and adjusted himself self-consciously.
It was hot.
He was getting hard at the sight of me looking at his substantial manhood. I could see his half football expanding.
We’d always flirted, with him not really knowing how to handle it. This doe-eyed 26 year old hadn’t quite worked it out, that was plain to see. He always had that bunny-in-the-headlights, and yet curious all at the same time, self conscious smirk, kind of thing happening.
I’d asked Mel really casually one afternoon if Christopher had a girlfriend and she said no.
He turned his chair in my direction and sat back and pretended to be busy reading. His cock was laying up his stomach, pointing to the left as if he had a large banana shoved down his pants. He’d boned up, it was clear to see. He sat there with the file covering his face, letting me gaze at it freely. Christopher had a big, thick cock, it was true.
It must take a lot of blood to work that thing! Goddam!, I was thinking, What would that be like to suck on? When I heard a voice.
“Oh Josh.” I looked up out of my Christopher’s-cock-trance to see Voula looking straight at me.
“Ah yes?” It sounded too much like I was startled, taken off guard. My office voice wasn’t fully clicked back in. "Voula."
Christopher sat up and swung around to face the side desk. He shuffled papers.
“You might as well head home,” said Voula. “Thanks for all your help.”
“Oh yeah, sure.”
I packed up my stuff in silence. Christopher was now back at his desk working hard.
“See ya,” I said.
“See ya, mate,” said Christopher. It looked like that was it for a milli second… but then Christopher looked around, he put his hand up to his face as the sun in his eyes caught him off guard and his face looked so soft and innocent, a little turned on. Then he smiled and raised his eye brows and in that moment, it was just two guys who fancied each other. I stepped passed him and he was behind me. I left the office without looking back. Never look back, unless there was a real chance of actual sex, never look back, someone wise once said to me. "There'll be no good looking back."
Sometime around 6pm, Jack called to say that Christopher had just emailed him to say that they won’t need me tomorrow.
“Oh?”
“Don’t go in tomorrow.”
“Sure.”
Oh well, it was hardly surprising. Okay. That’s that then. I’ll miss seeing the elastic waistband of Christopher’s undies riding above the waistband of his pants, I thought. The small patch of hair he has in the middle of his lower back.
He wears Aussiebums. Is that usual for a straight boy?
He’s sweet and softly spoken, handsome and is considerate to all the girls he works with, always going out and getting them lunch, or buying them chocolate. As far as I could ascertain, he lives on his own in Prahran.
I told Jack about being offered the job. He said that was interesting. I told him that I felt like I’d get depressed driving there every day. Jack laughed and said he thought he’d get depressed driving there every day too.
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