I had been a hellve a long day and I was making my way to the time clock to punch out. As usual, there he was, Angelo, or Ange as he liked to be called, standing there next to the clock. Wow, he was one fucking hot dude. He was really popular among the guys and the women were always going ga-ga when he was around. Ive had this really bad man-crush on him ever since my first day on the job. He is Italian, of course, and has dark hair. He always looks partially shaved with lots of flecks of dark bristles covering his face and square jaw. He looks to be somewhere around 63 and very muscular. It was obvious he worked out and in perfect male form, from his 19-20 inch biceps and powerful looking shoulders down to his V shaped upper body to his torso. Sometimes on hot summer days in the plant he takea off his shirt during lunch. He loves flauting his perfect chest, beautiful pecs and this big dark areolasman nipples and big hairy pits. I tried not to stare but sometimes when he takes his shirt off, I fantasize about rolling my tongue all over his chest, starting with his man nips and pecs left and right following the outlines all around and then moving my way over into his pits, and then downward over his perfect abs and the defining lines and moving around to the belly button, that looked like a popped out button. He had the perfect amount of man-fur. Not too dense and not completely smooth either. I think he keeps it trimmed to show the definition of his chest and tight abs. He has a small waist, maybe 30-31 and an awesome round ass. Sometimes he wore carpenter jeans and other times cammie shorts. Ive even checked his powerful legs and musclar calves.
Ive wanted to talk to him many times but never had the guts. Id probably say something really dumb, like.. nice weather were having, or maybe trip or stammer over my words. As I got to the time clock, he was standing there all by himself, texting or doing something on his phone.
The thought entered my mind, one of many, that always kicked my ass when I see him, but I thought, jeeeezus, what big guns you have!! Only thing was, this time , I thought it out loud, without realizing I had said it under my breath and he heard me.
I watched his face light up and change from a smirk to a huge, beautiful smile and without even looking up from his cell, he finally laughed out loud. I felt so stupid for letting my thoughts be spoken out loud and then to be laughed at. Finally he looked up and said, Yeah, Im told that all the time. The dude was stuck on himself, but . I guess, didnt he have a right to be? Even if it was a sin for any one person to be so fucking hot as he was.
[FONT="]He reached out his hand toward me, saying, Hi, my name is Ange. Whats yours? I mustve stood there dumbfound for what seemed to be 30 seconds with his hand extended and my jaw touching the floor and not realizing he was waiting for me to extend my hand too, for a shake. Finally, I said, Yeah, umm, yeah, my name is (as I looked intently into those deep brown eyes, and down at his moist lips) my name is Dave.[/FONT]
Ive wanted to talk to him many times but never had the guts. Id probably say something really dumb, like.. nice weather were having, or maybe trip or stammer over my words. As I got to the time clock, he was standing there all by himself, texting or doing something on his phone.
The thought entered my mind, one of many, that always kicked my ass when I see him, but I thought, jeeeezus, what big guns you have!! Only thing was, this time , I thought it out loud, without realizing I had said it under my breath and he heard me.
I watched his face light up and change from a smirk to a huge, beautiful smile and without even looking up from his cell, he finally laughed out loud. I felt so stupid for letting my thoughts be spoken out loud and then to be laughed at. Finally he looked up and said, Yeah, Im told that all the time. The dude was stuck on himself, but . I guess, didnt he have a right to be? Even if it was a sin for any one person to be so fucking hot as he was.
[FONT="]He reached out his hand toward me, saying, Hi, my name is Ange. Whats yours? I mustve stood there dumbfound for what seemed to be 30 seconds with his hand extended and my jaw touching the floor and not realizing he was waiting for me to extend my hand too, for a shake. Finally, I said, Yeah, umm, yeah, my name is (as I looked intently into those deep brown eyes, and down at his moist lips) my name is Dave.[/FONT]