Damn work sucked like usual. Why couldn't the day have passed by now? Only 3 hours into the shift. Luckily he had company back in the stockroom. It was one of the few days there were at least two people sorting merchandise in back.
Sorry!!!! My name is John and I guess I should have mentioned that already. I'm about 5'10, have dark brown hair, green eyes, and a goatee (who doesn't now-a-days?). Well my coworker doesn't!
His name is Brett... he's about 5'7, light brown hair, brown eyes, average build. Hell I have only an average build myself. He seems like a nice guy but I've only known him for a few months thru work.
We always seem to pass the time faster by talking. And always the conversations would turn to sex. Go figure, right?
I didn't know too much about him I guess. From what he has told me he hadn't had a gf since like November. But he has had a few dates here and there. He hasn't had any sex since December, other than self pleasuring!
I myself hadn't had sex in months and months. It has definitely been a long hard couple of months. Eventually there has to be a breaking point.
"Any recent conquests?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Heck no... Dry as a bone."
"I know the feeling. I'm getting to the point where I need any kind of female stimulation. I AM DYING," I said with a half-hearted laugh. DAMN, just the thought of sex was making me hard. I tried to pull a box down to cover my tented pants but he saw it.
"Whoa man. Maybe you need to go take care of that"
"Ha shut up," I said in irritation.
"Someone's horny! Remind me not to bend over in front of you."
Damn him. How the fuck was having someone bent over in front of me making me even harder!!! Him and his damn smirks. Ah well.
Another hour passed and each random thought brought another hard on. Fuck. I know he noticed.
