Bingo. It's a word that I think I picked up from my old man years ago, and like my father, I didn't use it in the context of the game, but as an exclamation like Eureka! or Aha!, serving as a confirmation to myself that I was right about something.
I used it one Friday evening after work, but said it under my breath, the word unheard over the din of several shower heads blasting out spray onto the other men in the locker room of my health club.
The person I was right about was the man standing across from me in the shower room, my co-worker Ken Suzuki, and if I hadn't been able to it figure out before that evening, the way he was staring at me while I rinsed the lather off of my body left no doubt as to his leanings.
My name is Jim House, and I'm a 28 year old computer analyst who has worked at the same firm since I got out of college. I used to claim to be bisexual in my younger days, and while if anyone ever asked I might still make the same claim, but nobody cares these days, thankfully.
My new co-worker Ken is ageless; if I had to guess I would say that my Japanese-American co-worker might be in his early 30's, but he has a boyish look and enthusiasm that makes him appear younger than that. The firm put him in a cubicle near me, and we seemed to hit it off pretty well from the start.
That was how we ended up in the showers together. Ken had asked me where I went after work in such a hurry and I had explained about the health club I was a member of. I liked to get my workout over and done with before going home for the evening, because I knew that if I went home I would end up turning on the TV and plopping down for the night.
Ken told me that he would love to get involved in something like that, but having just started in his job he didn't think he could afford it right now.
"Perhaps after I get established here with the company," Ken figured. "Once I am sure I will be retained I will join something like that, because I really need to get into shape, like you are."
First of all, I'm not in all that great shape, although the 200 pounds I'm presently packing on my 6'2" frame is about 30 less than I was carrying 6 months ago. Second of all, Ken was brilliant, blessed not only with a winning personality and a strong work ethic, but was also extremely intelligent so his employment with our firm was not going to end on any one's accord but his own.
***
I had never thought of Ken in a sexual way; but certainly not because he wasn't attractive to me. It was because of the wedding ring on his finger that I had considered him out of my reach. I would later learn that Ken had been divorced for several years and wore it only because he liked the ring and hated to see it get banished to a dresser drawer.
Ken had a habit of making frequent physical contact while working, and while to a straight guy, Ken's gentle touch on their back and shoulders or the patting of his hand or their arms might have been off-putting, it was fine by me.
At the gym, seeing Ken's slim body in motion, either jogging on the treadmill, was also fine with me as well. He was slim but deceptively strong, as his work with the weights proved, and as the workout ended, I wished more than ever that the wedding ring wasn't there.
After we stripped down and headed into the shower room, my feelings grew only stronger. Ken's skin was so pale and flawless, and perfectly smooth except an adorable nest of black curls above his cock. Even his armpits were hairless, and I knew that because earlier I had the pleasure of staring at his muscled underarms as he lifted weights. The smooth glistening hollows looked so erotic that I had gotten an erection right there while watching Ken straining against the equipment.
The shower heads were attached to a series of poles in the white tiled room, and Ken had chosen one opposite mine, meaning I had a birds-eye view of him as he lathered up whether I wanted to or not. I only looked at Ken's cock for a moment before turning away, and averting my eyes was only done so that I could somehow keep from having my already semi-turgid cock blossoming right in front of Ken and the other men in the shower.
That cock, I thought to myself as I tried to keep my thoughts from returning to that beautiful organ by blinding myself with the shower spray. The tiny tube that dangled in front of a surprisingly large hairless sac was made for sucking on.
Ken couldn't be even three inches soft, but his dick was beautiful, as was the long foreskin that completely shrouded the glans beneath it, revealing only its acorn shape below. I glanced back down and over at Ken after a moment and immediately decided to end my shower because it was obvious where his eyes were.
"Thank you for the invitation, Jim," Ken said after we got dressed and made our way out of the gym.
"I've got a few more guest passes you can use," I told Ken. "So if you ever want to do it again, just say the word."
"I would like that," Ken said. "Any night that you don't have plans or anything, please tell me. My social calendar is rather empty, and I enjoyed this evening every much. Both the gym and - your company."
It was then that I found out that when Ken had mentioned when we first met that he was married, what he really meant was that he WAS married, and after telling me about why he still wore the ring, my reaction was clearly noticed by my co-worker. It was a reaction that I made no effort to mask, and when Ken's eyes lit up, I suggested going out for a drink.
Ken declined that offer, but made a counter offer that I found more appealing than going to a bar, so when Ken invited me to his place for a cocktail I readily accepted.
***
"Forgive my rather humble surroundings," Ken said, apologizing for an apartment that needed none, as it was a simple and tastefully decorated place furnished minimally and was as neat and uncluttered as the resident was.
"It's nicer than my place," I admitted. "For sure yours is neater looking. I've got too much stuff. You should see it."
"I would like that very much," Ken said, his words not really registering to me at first, and when he asked me what I wanted to drink, his brand of beer only raised his stock higher in my eyes.
"One of the little concessions I make in my budget," Ken said as he handed me a Bass. "I don't drink much but when I do, I like to enjoy it."
"Agreed," I said, toasting my new friend while trying not to envision him naked at the same time I was trying to figure out how to make that happen once again.
"I'm so glad that they had you training me," Ken said as we leaned on the kitchen island and chatted. "I think we work well together."
"Well, you didn't need much in the way of training," I said.
"Not only that," Ken continued. "I feel that we have a kind of - how should I say this? A bond? I'm not all that good with words sometimes."
"You're doing fine," I said, leaning in Ken's direction so that we were only inches away from each other.
"I love my job so much, and you're a very nice man," Ken said, choosing his words with great care. "I would hate to say anything that would jeopardize our working relationship."
