Erotic Story:
Warehouse Buddies
     Some guys you can just look at and know they're open to experiencing a little man on man fun and games. That was the impression I got when I met the blond haired, blue eyed, nineteen year old stud, personnel hired to work with me.
      I had been working the night shift alone for nearly six months. It was a lonely job, and I was eager as hell to get a partner. Tony was perfect, he was both cute and entertaining. He liked to give the impression that he was straight as an arrow, but I'd caught him, more than once, checking out my basket. I had a feeling he wanted to get into my jeans as much as I wanted to get into his.
     After about a month of working together, Tony and I had gotten to be pretty good friends. One evening, while taking a break, I decided to test the waters.
      "Boy, I'm so horny I'm tempted to find a dark corner and jack off."
      Tony snickered, and his cheeks took on a rosy hew. "What ever turns you on," he said, unable to meet my stare.

    "Don't tell me you never beat your meat?" I asked.
    Tony shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose I enjoy a good hand job as much as the next guy."
    I nodded, trying to be as matter of fact as possible. "Have you ever had anybody whip your pud for you?"
    With some reluctance he made his confession. "Once," he said. "Right after graduating from high school. I was spending the night with a buddy, and we'd been, you know, celebrating."
    "Yeah, I know. You were drunk on your ass."
    Tony laughed. "That's pretty accurate. Anyway, I woke up in the middle of the night and he was playing with my dick."
    I hadn't expected him to be so honest with the intimate details. Christ he had me on the verge of cumming in my pants. "So, what did you do?"