At 28 years old, Dan was two years older than me, and like me, he lived in an apartment nearby our office. He explained to me how he lived alone, and I noticed he never mentioned a girlfriend or wife. But anyway, I will fast forward my story to Friday, where we were permitted to wear jeans for the day. Dan strolled over to my desk in the morning and my eyes were immediately drawn to his crotch, where his tight jeans seemed to bulge prominently. As he sat down, my eyes remained focused on his crotch area, and I didn't even realize how long I was staring. But Dan did. I didn't see it but his face showed a slight grin as he watched me watch him.
We worked as usual, though we were now more friendly and joking by our fifth day of working together. As I explained a procedure to Dan, I felt uneasy as his bulge loomed right nearby, on display for anyone to see. I stole quick glances when I thought it was safe, but it began to take an effect on me. My own cock was erect, and I was doing everything I could to conceal it. Dan surely saw what was happening, and he tried to spare me the embarrassment by excusing himself to go to the bathroom. While he was gone I tried my best to think about non sexual things, and I wondered how I could be so turned on by a guy!
When Dan returned, he sat with a pad in his lap as he jotted notes, and it gave me a chance to check out his crotch as I watched what he wrote down. What happened next changed my life forever. Dan asked me to draw out what I was talking about so he could better understand and as I took the pen to the pad in his lap, he grabbed my hand and forced it to brush against his crotch. I pulled back quickly at first and couldn't look up at him, but seconds later, my curiosity and attraction was overwhelming and I let his hand lead mine back to his crotch, only this time my hand lingered on his package, rubbing it up and down, tracing its shape through his jeans. I looked Dan in the eyes and we both kind of smirked as I continued to massage his growing cock. I could feel the heat in his pants, and my own for that matter as my jeans were now fully tented. I was frozen in my seat, unable to move or get up. My cubicle had high walls so nobody would see us unless they walked by my quiet aisle. I began to sweat when Dan put his own hand on my tenting pants and felt my hard cock. I thought for sure I was going to explode right there but I somehow held out and pulled away from the whole situation.
I told Dan we needed to focus on our work, and I tried to resume the training session. My mind was mush, however, and Dan chimed in that we should go grab an early lunch. We grabbed our coats and headed out to my car, where Dan suggested we go to his apartment for some "leftover Chinese food." As I drove, Dan's hand rubbed my crotch and I felt the air hit my cock as he undid my fly. It felt so good to be rubbed by someone as it had been so long, and as I glanced at his crotch, I saw that intriguing bulge that had been driving me wild. I couldn't take it anymore and before I crashed the car, I knew I had to pull over. I pulled into the local shopping center and drove around back where there were no cars. I shut the engine and reached for Dan's pants, telling him I just HAD to see what he was hiding under those jeans. He leaned his seat back and told me to find out for myself so I went to work on his zipper like I was a kid unwrapping a present. As I unzipped him, all I saw was cock meat, and lots of it, pouring out of his fly. He was hairy down there as I would have expected, and his cock just seemed to be never ending. It was heavy and thick and as I pulled it all the way out of his fly, I saw his huge balls filled with cum, begging to be touched.