I pushed my cart down the hall, and lightly knocked on Mr. Martin's door. He looked up from his desk, and said, "Hey Kyle!"
"Hey Mr. Martin. Do you have any trash?"
He looked in the can. "No, sure don't." He replied, then smiled.
"Oh, ok."
"Thanks for checking though." He said. "You are doing a really good job."
"Thanks!" I replied, then pushed my cart to the next office. Mr. Martin was always so nice, especially compared to the other guys around the plant, who snickered when I walked by. A few even called me "fag boy" and other names to my face. But Mr. Martin was always so nice.
He was around forty, with a shaved head and goatee which he kept trimmed. He was also quite the fitness buff, and his muscular arms filled the sleeves of his polo shirts, which also showed off his thick chest. I had developed a bit of a crush on him, although I knew he was married to a beautiful blonde woman.
Later that day, I was in the locker room mopping the floor, and Mr. Martin came in carrying a gym bag. He said hello, and began taking off his clothes. I couldn't help but stare as he undressed, drooling over his muscular chest which was covered in fine black hair. He took off his pants, and I could see the outline of his dick in a pair of tight boxers, which looked quite large. I quickly returned to my mop, hoping he hadn't seen me. Of course, everyone knew I was queer, but I didn't want him to see me looking. He put on a pair of shorts and a t- shirt, told me to have a good night, then walked out, leaving me thinking dirty thoughts.
A few days later, I was walking to my car, and I heard someone yelling my name. I turned and looked, and saw Mr. Martin waving, and walking towards me. "Kyle, would you mind doing me a favor?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"Hey, my wifes out of town, and I need to get her car out of the shop." He explained. "Would you mind driving it home for me?"
"Um, yeah, ok."
"Great." He said with a big smile. "I'll bring you back afterwards." I followed him to his truck, and climbed in. "I really appreciate this." He said.
"Oh it's no problem." I replied. We drove to the repair shop, and I followed him home in his wife's Tahoe.
"Thanks again." He said. "I really appreciate it. Do you want something to drink, or do you need to get back?"
"I'm not in any hurry." I said with a shrug. He opened the door and I followed him in the house, to the kitchen where he poured me a Pepsi. I thanked him, and looked around. It was a nice house. I took a sip of my drink, and noticed him looking at me.
"So, Kyle, were you checking me out the other day?" He asked. I almost spat my drink out.
"Oh no sir!" I said.
"Oh." He replied, still staring at me. "Well, I'm sorry then. I thought maybe you were."
"Uh, no, i wasn't." I answered, now feeling a bit nervous.
"It's ok if you were." He said slowly. "Because I've been checking you out."
"What?"
"Yeah" He said softly, with a bit of a smile. "Ever since you started I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of you. I figured you had noticed. I really like looking at your ass in those tight jeans you wear. Of course I didn't think you would be interested, seeing as how I'm older and married. But when I thought you were checking me out, well, I kind of got excited."
"Oh, well, um." I stuttered, feeling myself blushing.
"You were checking me out, weren't you?"
"Yeah." I confessed, looking at the floor.
"So did you like what you saw?"
"Yes sir." I whispered.
"Good." He replied, then stepped close and put his hands on my waist. "Damn, you are incredibly sexy. I have a real thing for emo looking boys."
