I am a thirty four year old man, six foot, one hundred, seventy five pounds, bisexual with a nice fit body that I keep in shape by going to the gym regularly. I am an IT project manager and my work has been so demanding and highly prioritized in my life that I have never had a long term relationship.
For a period of six months, I was the project lead for a big IT integration project at a large firm whose headquarters are in the middle of the city. I worked on site every day and commuted to the city center which is about one hour from my house. I was working ten hours a day and so on Fridays, I would take off a little early and visit one of the adult movie theaters in the city. It had four small cinema rooms, each dedicated to either gay, straight, trans or fetish porn, small rooms with beds, stalls for blowjobs and a darkroom.
One Friday evening when I arrived, in the straight video room, there was a man who obviously worked for the railroad. He still had on his dirty orange work clothes that were covered with grease and tar and big worn leather boots covered with dust and mud. He was about six foot, two inches tall, two hundred pounds, buzz cut with a few days stubble on his cheeks. He was all man and he reeked of testosterone. He sat and looked at the hetero film and rubbed his crotch through the thick work clothes. He paid attention only to the screen and did not look at anyone even though many men were trying to cruise him. Even if they spoke to him, he ignored them. I got a full hardon just looking at him, but it was clear there was no chance.
The next two Friday nights I was there, it was the same story. On the third Friday, when I paid my entrance fee, there were some guys talking to the cashier asking, "What's up with the Railroad man?" they asked. The cashier responded that he came in on Fridays, never even took his coat off, and sat there watching straight porn for hours. He never went with anyone, even the female hookers. In my head the thought rang out "challenge accepted". I would try like hell to score him.
I tried several times unsuccessfully to get his attention and ended up giving a couple of blowjobs to kill some time. Before leaving I decided to try once more. I went in and sat down beside him without looking at him or saying a word. Fuck he was hot! My cock was stiff just from sitting beside him and watching him slowly and gently rub his ample package.
After a while I said "That's a pretty hot scene," and he just made a grunting noise in response. I thought this positive since he hadn't even grunted at anyone else. I sat and watched the film with him some more. Again, there came a good scene and I said "Damn that's hot, it makes me so horny." His response was to rub his cock a little faster. In the background, many of the clientele were regularly stopping by to see who dared to sit so long with the Railroad man and see if I had made any progress.
I continued to sit beside him and said "I'm really horny!"
"There are plenty of hookers here," he responded in a deep and manly voice.
