A new straight guy had just transferred into the department I work in. Picture a Mario Lopez look-alike. Very handsome guy, fiancé (female), three children (their pictures were on his desk), late twenties, thick black hair, light brown skin, with a muscular gym fit body. My desk was more toward the front of the row. His desk was further behind mine. His was the last seat in the adjacent row.
Because I was fairly new to the department as well, our supervisor had him shadow a couple of the more seasoned workers to get the feel of the job and bypassed me.
Other than saying hello, I didn’t have any real interaction with him. So, about a week later, I was surprised when he came to my desk and asked if he could shadow me for the day. I said, “Sure”, and had him pull up a chair next to mine so he could see what I was doing on the computer.
I’m not the best at explaining things, especially explaining the process of a job I had only been working for a few months, so, I would look at the computer screen, explain what I was doing, and then look back at him to see if what I was saying made sense.
This went on for a few hours: I’d look at the monitor, point at different areas of the computer screen, explain what I was doing and why I was doing it, and then look over at him.
I thought I was boring him because each time I’d look back at him, he wasn’t looking at the computer screen; he was looking down toward the floor. Once the session was over, I apologized to him for being so boring in my presentation. He said, “No, you’re good”, then he went back to his desk.
The next day, once again to my surprise, he came back to me and asked if he could sit with me again. We had the same setup. He sat next to me while I was explaining the work flow. However, this time, when I would look back at him, I noticed he was still looking downward, but, whereas on the first day, I thought he was looking down at the floor in boredom, he was actually staring at my crotch.
Each time I’d look back, I saw that he had this bewildered look on his face, as if he wasn’t sure what was going on with my lap area. I think he came back for a second helping of my crotch to see if I had been erect the day before or if that was my natural flaccid bulge.
I wasn’t erect.
From that day forth, he wanted to hang out with me. We had a cafeteria in the building, so he would always ask me to go grab some breakfast with him. Our office was on the third floor. The cafeteria was on the first floor. I noticed that each time we’d get on the elevator, he’d take a sideways glance at my crotch. Sometimes, just to work his nerves even more (Oh the power of the bulge!), when we were on the elevator, I’d point my body toward his, but turn my head away as if I was looking at the elevator numbers change, so he could get a good glance at my bulge without feeling embarrassed that he was checking out another man’s package.
We became good office friends. He became my not so secret, secret bulge admirer. He never mentioned my crotch, nor did I, but he sure did enjoy staring at my man lump and I enjoyed him staring at my man lump.
He eventually transferred to another position with better pay on the second floor. He would invite me to go to lunch at a restaurant within walking distance of our office building. Since he was now on the second floor, and I was still on the third floor, he would wait for me at the bottom of the second floor stairwell, and then we’d walk the rest of the way together to the first floor.
He loved watching my man-meat swing back and forth between my legs as I egressed down the stairs toward him.
My department is now in a different building on the other side of town, so I lost both an office friend and my favorite bulge admirer.
