The bathroom door that we had in the store always had a hard time closing all the way, I didn't know that he would follow me whenever I was using it and try to peer in to catch a glimpse of my cock as I was peeing. Once after I got excited by him touching my balls while measuring me, I went into the bathroom and jerked off. Of course I tried to think of my wife but the thoughts of him touching my balls flooded my brain. All I could think of was him in front of me, taking my cock out and then stoking me and sucking my cock. As soon as I thought of my cock in his mouth I exploded all other the sink. I saw movement and I realized that the door was not closed all the way, he had to have been watching me. I didn't know why at the time, but that excited me, being watched. After work I went home and had sex with my wife thinking the whole while about him watching me stroke my cock.
After that bathroom experience, I would make sure that the door was NEVER closed all the way. As time progressed I continued to repress the feelings of wanting to see and feel his cock, and to make him shoot his hot cum, by stroking him or even sucking him. He continued to make sexual comments but never once said anything about seeing me jerk off. I would find myself looking at his crotch, wondering how big and hard he would be and what it would be like to actually do what my thoughts were saying. Many times I would look at him and get a hard on, but then I would say to myself that it is wrong and I'm not gay, the hard on would quickly go away.
Then one night when we were sitting at the table and with no one in the store, I noticed that he had his hand under the table and his arm was moving up and down. I guess I knew what he was doing, he was jerking off right next to me. I glanced over to him and he was staring at me with a smile on his face. I looked away but started to get a stiff one. I tried to suppress that but to no avail. My cock had a mind of its own at that point and there was no way it was going down. I looked back and he was now pushing his seat back and there he was in all his glory. He had a beautiful 6-7 inch cock, hard as a rock, and was stroking it ever so slowly. He had a little pre cum leaking, which he took his finger and touched it and then licked it off. Oh my god, I said, what the fuck are you doing, put that away for Christ's sake. He just smiled and said, I know you want it, relax and let's have some fun. I got up, which was a mistake because he saw my hard on making a tent in my pants.
It was time to close the store so as I closed out the register he went about closing the doors. There is little room behind the counter and the wall. As I was closing the register I saw him coming behind, I dropped something on the floor and as I bent over he came up behind me and stopped behind me. As I said there is not much room so his crotch was pushing up against my ass. He grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him. I was trying to straighten back up with no use. I could feel his hard cock pushing against me as he was rubbing it up and down. I told him to stop and as he was backing away he reached around and felt my hard cock and said I knew you loved that. I wanted so bad to let him continue but for some reason I couldn't. My cock was so hard that it hurt and I noticed a wet spot in the front of my pants. I wanted to go to the bathroom and jerk off but instead he said come back here with me. I felt like I was in a trance and I followed him to back room.