Work Fantasy

Where I work is absolutely chockers with hot men.

Ok, “hot” is a relative term, but I work in manufacturing so the place is crawling with sweaty, rough, tattooed, blue collar men in hard hats.

And seeing as how the place is decently sized, you would think the law of averages would mean there are at least a couple gay men working on the floor. Or at least men who wouldn’t mind being gay for a couple hours.

So naturally I walk around and create little fantasies in my mind about some of the guys. But always with zero chance of fulfillment.

Except…

There is this one guy I see every day when I go to lunch. He sits outside at the picnic table (when its nice) and I walk past him every day.

He’s big, ruggedly handsome and a bit older than me. Suffice it to say he has caught my eye a time or two, but I always look away quickly.

Because he always seems to be looking back.

It’s a little unnerving as I don’t know if he’s looking at me like he wants to kick my faggot ass or fuck it.

He has said “hi, how’s it going” before and I was so taken aback I think I just nodded and mumbled.

And then yesterday I passed his table on the way to lunch (trying my best not to stare) and after I passed I swear he said “wow”.

Now, this “wow” could have been about anything really– the weather, North Korea– and not necessarily directed at my ass in my khakis.

It could even have been a “Wow, what a fuckin’ queer bait.”

But you know how sometimes from the direction of the voice as it reaches your ears you can tell that the person is facing you when they speak?

Yeah.

So now I’m obsessed with learning more about this guy– like what machine he works and what his name is, etc.

I also kind of want to get a good look at him, rather than just another furtive glance.

You know… Just to see if he’s all that or perhaps a “Mmm, no thanks.”

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About cb

Nickname: Munt Measurements: 45 B, 34, 38(?) Ambition: to be the best human ever! Turn ons: long walks on the beach, romantic dinners, porn, rainbows, cock Turn offs: bad smell face, men who are full of themselves, dead puppies, popcorn, sadness
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7 Responses to Work Fantasy

  1. Raybob says:

    Introduce yourself!

  2. truthspew says:

    One firm rule I’ve always stuck by is the “Never shit where you eat” rule. You can look but no touch!

    I used to work for a manufacturing firm and it had a few hot guys too. One was always sharing his latest digusting porn with me. But as I.T. director I just had to warn him to knock it off.

  3. Cubby says:

    Oh, I know which one you’re talking about. He’s the one who man-handles those 55-gallon drums of industrial-strength lube all around the plant. That might just come in handy. He’s a keeper!

  4. Dirk says:

    Truthspew is 100% correct when he says “never shit where you eat.”

    And what would Derrick think…?

  5. anne marie in philly says:

    that’s how I met my now-ex-husband: at work. not good. listen to truthspew.

  6. JimA says:

    My saying is: “don’t get your meat where you make your bread”

  7. rg says:

    To hell with all these “Don’t touch” whiners – go suck his dick. 😉

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