I Just Needed To See It (true Story)

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This is a true story of how I got to see naked the most impressive man I had ever seen.

We got a new accountant. With this lame statement it all began. Dan, my partner to our two-people semi-cubicled office came in with this announcement. He was always tired, bags under eyes, three kids constantly misbehaving and ex-wife on speed-dial. So naturally, a new accountant was said in his monotone blah voice. Then he added: Theres no room. for the meantime they (powers of all evil in HR) are setting up a desk for him right.. two guys pushed in a desk followed by our IT guy just as he spoke.. right now. yay. he plumped down on his chair watching the movers. "He's down at HR and will soon take up some of our air space" Dan said with below zero enthusiasm.

They took out our beloved table and two chair coffee set up and then we were three. Ten minutes later, I tried to hide just how pleased I was. With a manly gesture knock came in a magnificant man in every way. He was a tall, rugged, fantastic smelling and smiling man of, I guessed, about 35 years. His form fitting light blue office shirt was just perfectly tight enough to show he had a muscle athletic wide build, and that dark navy tie lay over wide square pecs outlined below it. Dusty blond hair freshly cut and a pool to dive in grey blue eyes with a square jaw. This man must have played A LOT of sports at school.
"He makes us look bad" I could here Dan's thoughts as he shook his hand. "Hi I'm Matt" his massive hand was now thrust in my direction. a large manly hand, also smelling great, light gold hair from the sleeve. What a hand, what a man. My work is directly with the accountants. I would be working with this gift from god ALL the time, right in THIS office. Was I smiling back too much?

Look at his back. what a frame. Look at his sleeves, this man works out. His voice deep yet friendly. and yes I was avoiding it in plain sight. If that was his actual bulge, he was "packing heat", as Dan called it. Those office pants were creasing and bunching all around it as he sat down facing us in his new desk. Whatever he was doing, weights, crossfit, running, swimming, probably all of the above, man it was working for him. He was easily the best looking man in our entire 50 people office. This was like those super hunky men you only gush over in tv or movies, just broke through the screen and was - now sitting in our office, plating our new accountant. Matt was - everything Dan, well, wasnt: fit, smart, organized, tall, well dressed, exuding presence. and bulging where it matt-ers.

If we thought this might be just a "first day at a new job special edition" of Matt, we were wrong. He was the real shit, dressed from some catalogue, always looking pumped, sharp and fresh as though he wasnt married with two. Dan began to deeply despise this cool, calm and collected accountant. I had a massive crush on this man. My pants were telling me I was very interested in his pants. WE had to up our game. I dressed better, tighter shirts, new shoes. I tried talking very factual in a deep voice. got a haircut, put in two extra gym sessions, I was still wanting to know where Matt was working out, but I figured any conversation on such topics would give me away, and.. he was married and apart from his grroming had all those straight male features: into sports, into beers, and into comments on hot women, as he loosened up over the next weeks, sadly. But man his body was pheno-men-al and what I wanted to see of it more than anything was this hunk's bulge. It was making itself evident in all his pants, even smart office jeans, and naturally unknown to him at that point, his nickname, cudos to Dan, was Size Matt'ers.

So its easy to imagine my excitement when this hunk, of course, was chosen to accompany myself on a business trip to big client overseas. Spending 3 glorious days with him one on one, maybe - at a hotel pool. probably - at a hotel gym. I was excited. I was into this man on so many levels. from his intelect, to his voice, to his mannerisms, to his - that man must have one hell of a package between those muscular legs. If I wanted to see this pristine man in his full naked form I just had to devise a cunning plan. I needed to see this man without office clothes, without any clothers. He had no social network page, I had checked every-and anything. Yes, I was obssesed with Matt. how could you blame me, he was just my type. just so f' hot I couldnt not want him. This man was sent into my office for a reason. There were 20 others but no, na-ah, those damn perfect tied ties over that incredibly built chest and that mountainous bulge were now constantly in my line of sight. Now this trip, I would enjoy every minute spent with this man. I would need a plan to get to see ALL of Matt.
 

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This trip came with a massive disappointment, at first. Matt would be flying a few hours later on a different flight. Same hotel though, that was a plus. I packed gym gear, thinking what makes me look my best, as though I had any reason to try and impress this man, but thats just what I was trying to do all the time, I guess. We still didnt know enough about this man, well, at least to my liking. I had to get details, full frontal details. I had never seen Matt in anything other than long sleeve office shirts. So this was genuine excitement on anything else he would wear. I landed, took the train, then a taxi and recieved my room card. It was just a standard two-single bed room, nothing fancy. A four-star business hotel. It had a great gym though, which Matt and I will be using. And breakfasts, dinners, drive-to's. Lots of time to fill one-on-one with this capital H' hunky accountant. I would pitch, Matt would talk numbers. These sales would be more than enough to carry me right up to Christmas, which was our least productive month, naturally.

Matt was good with numbers, would be an understatement. He quickly knew almost every pricing detail there was, calculated entire purchase, tax and shipping pricing scenarios in his bulging brain and was just annoyingly so good in everything he did, Dan, who had to calculate these pricing details over days while marketing, was nearing a nervous breakdown. Matt was just better at both their jobs. Which was why Dan was furious when Matt was chosen, as he saw it - over himself - for this business trip to these clients, Matt and I would be making HIS sale. We had agreed to split it, but now, would it be split three-ways? Would Matt step into a marketing role? Well, in this trip he already was. Dan was pretty vocal he wanted our "accountant overachiever Johnny Bravo" to move offices. I of course, was pitching adding Matt to marketing permanently. If Dan ever knew I was behind it, he would probably have my arse fired. He was one of the firms Partners' brother, so naturally, his was sitting safe, he could be utterly useless and it would be fine, but I sensed increasing jealousy. Dan had also shaped up, which meant he actually started to care about sales numbers, or about not being on this business trip, which he usually couldnt go to anyway, because - place something to do with his kid being at his place here - but that was before Matt ventured into his territory.

Suddenly a knock on my hotel room door. I didnt order anything so it must be Matt, who arrived two hours later and was now probably unpacking in his room. I opened the door, it was Matt, holding a hotel card but with his suitcase, still in his suit. Man that suit was tailored to perfection just as the man wearing it. It made him look expensive. like he was worth millions of pounds. "Well, we're apparently in the same room" he said, probably masking a bit of disappointment as I was trying to mask my utter excitement at this statement. "Sure, thats fine, I'll take the bed next to the bathroom you can have the other one on the left" I said as my suitcase was open on the other one already. We talked about the flight, the taxi, the heat of our destination, the look of our hotel. He took off his suit jacket and shoes, then his shirt and pants. My heart was actually racing now. His muscled body was now in short pants and a vest, a tanktop, one which was perfectly positioned on what was simply a remarkable body. head to f' toe.. I was looking, one could not but gasp at this superior athlete. This man was a muscular rugged statue carved, chiseled, sexy af man standing right next to me in shorts and a white vest, just his watch kept on his arms. THOSE arms with perfect amount of veins and wide biceps, triceps, every kind of 'eps one might have. I just wanted to say "WOW", he was jaw-dropping mouth-drooling penis-erecting the hottest man I had ever seen in person. And there it was. in those shorts. the outline of it all, held in place like an entire banana was in there, curving to the left side. My erection was now probably even more prominent, it was nothing I could hide. He was hotter, buffer and had attributes better than anything I had ever seen in porn let alone been in the same room with. He just stood hands on hips looking at me staring at him, so I quickly went back to unpacking. Did he stare at my erection? was he wanting me to see his half-erection? was it one? can that incredible sight even be just his "off mode". This was now all I could think of, trying my best to unpack a now empty suitcase which could partially hide my total erection. He want into the bathroom with his toilet bag. oh thank god, I lay on the bed overheated even with the a/c fully on. This man was too much.
 

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I remember I was just plopped on the bed, trying to think what to "do" as if I now had started a mission, and maybe it was just that. But financially, I couldnt bear or afford risking my job for trying to seduce a married colleague? these two thoughts wrestled in my head, but as I heard him flush the loo I needed some strategy. Why was he standing and staring at me before? did he see my erection? did he figure it was him? was this some kind of test he put me through? I was never this suspicious of anyone before, but this was a smart man, no, a brilliant man, just as shrewd as he was shredded. He must be testing to see if I'm into men. Then why, is he into me? well, I must be projecting, I thought, he's married and has never even hinted at anything of the sort. Then why undress infront of me, or maybe it was just a natural thing to do?

I didnt have much more time mull over this matter. I didnt realize in those ten minutes he had finished his shower. I heard the door open and there he was, his hair blond short hair shades darker, his slight blond chest hair a bit more prominent, on massive glistening pecs, and little drops still falling from drying his hair, resting on incredible shoulders. "Good shower, have you had one?" he summarized and asked in his deep voice. That towel had a middle ridge in it, and it was moving as he was. This man was hung and hot, He searched for a t-shirt in his suitcase, slightly arching, creating a wonderful profile of deep-set abs crunching towards each other, lit from the side by the large window. he found it and turned towards the window slightly stretching the t-shirt. Well, surely it would need to stretch on a back that wide and sculpted. "Woah, man" I actually said that out loud. He turned with a small smile at the corner of his mouth just asking "what?".
"Oh, I.. well Ive had some worries with my back, you know sitting all day, I need to focus on it in the gym.. I need one like that, Ive been neglecting mine" I said, eyebrowing and gesturing at his back, trying for it to seem as genuine and harmless as possible. "Oh, yeah Ive got some good back routines, in fact I saw there's a pretty good gym here as well, I'll show you my back day later on". Of course he has a back day.. what about the front day? I thought, luckily - to myself. "Sure sounds great, you probably do what, 5-6 sessions a week?". Matt gave a small chuckle, perhaps pleased I was putting in a compliment? "When I can, hard with the kids and work schedules, rather wish I could a bit more". Well, we could do a bit more of anything, I wanted to tell him as he pulled down that towel and my heart skipped a beat, thinking I would get to see what was in those shorts before. But he was already in his grey underwear and quickly put on running shorts with a slit on the side showing those muscled athlete legs, the man was blasting his thighs, all kinds of prominent muscle was on display there, and slightly up, that banana curve had returned in full form and glory. I needed to see IT.

then a white t-shirt over his pecs and abs. It was just the right size to show off, forming a shelf pushing againt cloth with a slight horizontal crease between his nipples, which I now had a good visual memory of, they were perfectly possitioned on his rounded square pecs. The hirt had a fashion house logo. He obviously had good fashion taste, even out of his suits. Even those shorts, were simple yet complimented his legs, slightly more tanned pythonian-looking and also slightly covered in light blond shimmering well spread out hair.
Someone up there made a list of everything that could drive me crazy over men and slapped it all on Matt. As he pulled the bed cover and lay on the sheets I just wanted my hand to start running over his legs, spead to the sides, showing muscled calves resting on the cover. His hands now over and behind his head, against the bedhead, those rugby-shaped biceps were in flexed in full force, just needing my cupped to admire and stroke them. Those were solid wide and intensly flexed muscled arms and I was staring at them as he reached with one for his phone, the other still stretched behind his head. I thought I detected another slight smile once again in the corner of his mouth, as he was now looking at his phone and back at me for a second, so I quickly turned to face the bathroom wall on my side of the bed "Shower time" I said getting up, masking my nonstop erection by holding another pair of shorts. "Sure thing" he said, staying in that same position. As he lay on the bed legs spread apart, the cloth of his pants was pulled sideways, showing even more protruding his imressive package, right there, not two meters away from where I was sitting and trying *not* to look at it while *not* being able to look away. Now, in the bathroom, it was all too much. I quicky dropped my undies and blasted the shower screen twice with extensive loads thinking about Matt's bulging shorts. It was so obvious now, he was putting on a show of all his worth and wonder, he was gently outing me, he must have caught on to my stares, maybe, for some odd reason, he's playing along with it. I needed to know if there was any truth to my growing suspicions. And on the subject of growing, I was now erect to the point of hurt. I needed a cold shower to think.
 

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I was still on the toilet seat, well, "thinking" and staring blankly at the tiles infront when the door slightly opened. I stood up rushing to grab a towel to cover my naked self. "Can I just grab my watch, I must have left it by the basin?". "Sure, um, here it is" I now saw his watch, both my hands on the towel. Matt walked in two steps, opening the door wider for his impressive larger frame to fit. "Sorry about that, its not waterproof, so I shouldnt have left it there". No problem march right inside, take a look at my body, I'm well built, I have nothing to hide, skinny me, not ashamed, intimidated or even arroused by your presence, I said to myself in the mirror, as he closed the door and I had to deal with another close call on my surprise-visit erection which was why I had to hold the towel in front away from my body as he grabbed his non waterproof watch.

Should I venture shirtless as he did into the room? Well, who cares right? I'm fit, not that bad, sure I have things I want toned and a bit of flab here and there, but I've been complimented here and there too. So I made my entrance back to the room half-dressed, deciding I would show off myself, restore some confidence! Matt was on the phone to his wife, the tv was muted and I was on my side of the room against the bathroom wall, mock fiddling with my phone, sitting on the bed. "We have some spare time tomorrow morning before our meetings, try out the gym and spa" Matt said. "Sure, great idea" I said trying again to mask any over-enthusiastic gestures. "Is your back ok, feeling it, any strain?" Matt asked. Oh theres a strain alright, and its nowhere near my back.. I thought, reaching to hold my upper back. "Oh that, yes a bit in the upper right, but I should be fine". "My brother in law is a chiropractor, I can see if he's available" Matt said now sitting on the side of his bed, next to mine. "Lets check your shoulders and spine". "What?" I said. "I know a bit, I had a back injury playing sports at uni, so I studied it to try and help myself recover". "Oh, Your body can actually sustain injuries?" I said with a snarky tone. Matt laughed "Sure can, been through some tough ones. trick is to keep at it. Always came out stronger" he said, that small smile appearing, like he was waiting for me to throwing fishing bait. "Yeah stronger for sure, not the typical nine to six office beer-bod, well done on that" I said smiling nervously, He stood beside an erect-again me. "Oh, the spine right so what do I need to do" I asked. "arch your back, there, now, Ill apply some pressure, tell me if you feel any pain". Matt's fingers went from my lower ot upper spine, then felt his wonderful large manly hand as it held my shoulders, one by one touching and stretching me back slowly with his other hand. It was sensational, I could feel his muscular presence not a feet away. that fresh smell of his, of shampood hair, of utter confidence.

He let go not before another round of his big nands tugging at my shoulders. "You shouldnt neglect your back, Ill show you tomorrow how to start forming it to better hold your frame and tighten it. "Great" I said turning around. He was still standing a mere two feet away from me. "Really appreciate it" I said. "Oh I used to work as a gym trainer for some time, so its no problem at all, if I can help". "Well I could use some guidance, Im not as fit as I would like, you seem to be proper fit" I said, then regretting pushing the subject back at him. "Yeah, well, its part of my.. umm I" It was unlike Matt to stutter and hesitate, so there was something there. "What was that, sorry?" I said. "My other job, I need to be fit for um..". I must have gasped when asking "Youre not some kind of male entertainer, stripping, you know..". Matt belly-laughed onto the bed. "Well thats flattering that you would thing I could be, I guess, hehe" he said going slightly red int he face. "Not in the slightest. I kickbox, semi-pro" he said still amused at my suggestion. "Oh, sorry for that, never saw that on you as well, kickboxing?" I said and Matt laughed again. "need the toilet, I must have an upset stomach from the food on the flight, be right back" I said quickly closing the toilet door behind me. This hunk had touched my back, this office hunk is a kickboxer!". This instantly made him even more desirable if it was even possible. I found myself again cleaning the shower screen after blowing two more justified loads.
 

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Nobody in out office had ever touched my body, was what I thought, just as I fell asleep after the shower. I was woken up from Matt returning from his "jog" and the door closing, which, looking at my phone, had lasted for well over three hours, and looking at his drenched self, was done outside in a very hot afternoon for more reasons than the temperature. If I wished before I could run with him, I certainly didnt now, as he was still puffing on the chair besides the desk. He was in a cut-out shirt, displaying side-pecs with actual heavy drops of sweat dripping on legs that looked like two muscular heaving machines with his every move. His shirt held large sweat stains as he took it off. His pecs were like shiny well polished cabinets with glistening blond hair from the lamp. his armpits were drentched, so were his hair and eyebrows. his neck had a more prominent vein, probably from breathing heavy. That six-pack was on full display. "Actually Had a great nap until you showed up" I said smiling as he looked at me with an open mouth panting. "Do you always run until utter exhaustion and dehydration?, oh and could you wipe the chair when youre done?". He stood up on his way to the bathroom. "As the saying goes, If you cant stand the heat..". But he just said in his deep voice from the doorway "I an stand any heat you got". Luckily he was in the shower, I had the bed covers. "Feeling so refreshed.. you should try taking a rest some time" I said mock-shouting to the door. "Thats what she said!" he replied.

"Shaven, not stirred" I said, as he came into the room all clean, shaven and smelling fine. "yeah I wanted to be James Bond as a kid, didnt we all?" he said again spreading his legs on the bed, was IT that large, that he really couldnt have them together? did they need to be spread out? because looking at his short track-suit pants, that blue cotton did nothing to hide a spectacular mountain range, a good 2.5 inches above the plains to the north leading to small stomach veins with the hills of abs north of his blond pubic field covered by another cutout shirt. to the south his quads were forming an even steeper and much larger mountain range of vastus carved from a million squats, popping just under the bottom edge of blue cotton. Seriously he couldnt think anyone would not have to stare at THAT. So I just gave slight glimpses, as I never fail tests. But this one has only begun. His large manly hand travelled right under the blue cotton plains, joining the mountain range, slightly playing with the formations. he was having a nice time readjusting IT just as we were talking about female bond characters. He could actually play Daniel Craig's younger and much hotter brother and as I told him that his hand was out and he laughed "Yeah well, I'd love to even be a stuntman, maybe I could go into a kickbox fight scene with some villain". Matt had never told anything about this "other job" of his, and I naturally intrigued as to what he does and why he hadnt told us that, and didn's seem pleased that this detail had slipped with me earlier.

"How did you get into kickboxing, and please dont tell me you were a frail kid bullied in school". he laughed, "nope, certainly not frail" and he laughed again saying that word again to himself. "You want to see me in school, check this". he flipped through his phone and then threw it towards me, I caught it and, "fuark what grade are you at?" "eighth grade". "holleee you ate your vegetables" "Yeah I guess I did" he smiled pleased with my shocked reaction. He stood with three of his friends, all in running shorts and boxing gloves, the tallest of the three had only reached the height of his jaw, and he was already buff. I flipped one forward and he was in highchool flexing better muscle than three adults next to him, Matt pushed himself slightly up on the bed to see what I was looking at so I showed him the second one. "Oh yeah my dad's friends, thats me at 15". "ok damn dude, you were an animal. So how did you get into kickboxing? are you a pro?" I said, throwing him back his phone. "I train special forces, from my time in the army". He must have seen my expression. "Is this accounting job a cover? Are you actually some kind of James Bond, special ops, army agent whatever? I asked now proper confused. Matt laughed. "He crunches numbers by day, crushing baddies by night". Matt gave a good laugh in his deep voice - "You're good! no nothing of the sort, I started teaching kickbox in the army, now I teach and fight from time to time, its easy money". "thats If you win" I said. "I always do, love a good k.o" he winked at me. For what? my brain thought. k.o? was that a pun or slang for something? did he want to k.o me? "I wont get into any ring with my back". now thats a good excuse! I thought. The last thing I wanted was to get choped up by this beast and be made the laughing stock of the office. "All that running, I'm quiet hungry" Matt said. his hand was back to adjusting the mountain range. perhaps thats what he needed fed as well? oh my mind where it goes. "Lets go out and get something to eat, good idea", I said. Little did I know what a terrible idea that was.
 

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So about half an hour later we both dressed slightly more appropriate and found ourselves in a nice pub-restaurant.
I was disappointed Matt was always in underwear and quickly in his pants or changed while showering. I had seen quiet a lot of him, but naturally I was interested in etching into my brain his full nude figure for future dreaming-related activities. He was dressed in long pants and from the weather, one of his tight fitting t-shirts, his arms widening its sleeves with those wide built arms with a vein and hard muscled biceps even unflexed, well below where the short sleeve ended. His hair was now slightly combed back, slightly spiking, his perfect skin more tan from the running. We, meaning he, had a lot of interest, people gave small looks at his direction, like a celeb sighting. Perhaps they thought he was, he had that aura about him that made him stand out in that room, again, effortlessly. Like he was lit by some invisible spotlight in his direction.

In fact, when I told him our waitress was pretty much staring at him with two others he hadnt noticed, and seemed to think nothing of it. So I offered a little practical joke, we could say youre a famous action hero star in canadian cinema, and that you starred in.. '300'. So she came over, and we were ready to order and she was a bit flirtatious with HIM so I said: "hey she really resembles, whats her name, who was with you in that scene in '300'. Matt laughed nervously at my fib but she was lapping it up and asking for his name. but I just said "You obviously dont watch his genre of movies right?' She was nervous and said "sorry no, but.. I should". So Matt laughed, went red again, we ordered, mainly drinks. I pointed out to Matt she was now spreading to her friends he's a celeb actor. He turned to look at them as I said it and saw them looking at him. "Aw man, she's going to IMDB the entire 300 cast for an hour" he said as they continued to sneak wanting looks at him. "Yeah bet ya they're already at it" I laughed. We had finished some of our food when she asked if someone could take a photo with Matt since he's such a big fan of his. Matt agreed, and one of the kitchen staff came out and Matt looked at me shaking his head but he shook his hand and took a selfie with him.

"See you totally have it" I said as he sat down angry-yet-amused at all the attention. Some people next to us seeing Matt take photos with the staff, were now asking the waiter. "I dont know how to react" he said now that he felt more people were starring at him trying to figure were they had seen him in movies. "Hey on the bright side, lets say our meeting tomorrow goes bad and we loose this big account, you can always start a new career" I said. "Naw were going to get them to sign for longer than a year". This was one of our toughest client and the meeting exactly last year was for just one trial year, and we were pleased to have even that, as years before they were reluctant to get our product. "Ok now thats over-confidence I said, and told Matt just how tough this meeting tomorrow was going to be, we could well loose them, I explained. "How long was it last year?" Matt asked, still looking around at others glancing a bit at the movie star. He looked so good buff, tanned, in that casual stretched white t-shirt, radiating his dashing smile and dimples on his manly jaw that he was totally believable in his new made-up v.i.p status.

Hearing Dan and my ordeals last year Matt just said: "Lets make a bet, we close this deal in 20 minutes. These clients had a whole list of requests and it was looking like a 2-3 hour affair, and we would probably be invited the next day for more of their discussions, as it was a big expense, and so such an important client for us to close. "20 minutes is just the introductions" I said but Matt insisted: "So we have a bet, stopwatch from the minute we all sit down, I guarantee you its a 20 minute thing and I want them to close with us for 5 years". I shook my head dismissively because he wasnt there and had no clue how difficult it would be just to get one more out of them. "Fine, we bet on what?" I asked knowing whatever I say I would be getting. Should I ask him to go naked in the hotel corridor for a minute and say sorry I was wrong? well thats one way I could finally see this hunk naked, but he'd never agree, and it would be too obvious and totally blow my game. So I said - "since youre going to be the one loosing this bet, you choose, see if I care". Matt had a mischievious look in his eyes so he said: "You have to come here, and tell those waiters you fooled them and you go down to 25% on the commission". "Youre on!" I said. "And if I win.. oh, um, the same on your commission, and toure ordering dinner here tomorrow, and you have to keep pretending your a huge movie star". "Its on!" Matt said, his grip so firm, my hand hurt a bit. Matt saw me hold my hand a bit, and mock-shouted: "This is sparta!"
 

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I was a bit confused what had made him so sure it would take us 20 minutes. Did he know this client?
Perhaps there was something he didnt tell me. Or was I making to much of it? It was close to midnight and we wanted to get a workout in the morning . or at least I knew he did and I would tag along for the sights. Matt made some calls home and had had a few drinks, so he fell asleep easy. Our room had a/c, but matt said he needed fresh air and opened the balcony door leaving the curtain aside. With all the action/distraction of yesterday, I had a fairly light sleep and so at about 6 a.m. with just a hint of first sunlight I was awake and sweating under just the cotton cover sheet from the heat, since we both had removed the heavier covers above that, which were way to warm to use. I loved a/c as cold as possible, but Matt and Dan didnt, and our office was somewhat of a heated battleground on what the temprature should be.

At first I walked from my bed next to the bathroom wall and straight into it to wash my face, my lips were dry, maybe also from the drinks we had. Or was it my nervousness at the meeting at 11, or was it the thought of going down to 25% commision that had distracted me in my sleep? I went under a cold shower for a minute and back into the same clothes. That was wat better. I was a morning person and didnt want to wake him up. He was sleeping on his side, his massive arm tucked under a pillow and the other holding it above it next to his head. I walked to the balcony door to see the first morning colours contour the skyline. and as I came in Matt had half turned so that he was still clutching the pillow on his back, his legs apart again and still sound asleep but there it was, the sheet had shot up tent-like between his spread-apart massive legs, also outlined in the sheet. That was one astounding morning erection. A good 7-8 inch rod tenting itself as a pole with creases of white bed sheet to all directions. I has never seen another man as perfectly morning-erect like this man. I couldnt care less if this man was partially awake looking if I would look. No one could un-look this. Matt now had an angelic face around white, you could almost see a younger teen sleeping in him. But his shoulders and below neck powerful upper body was also present above the sheet.

I would stand and look ar it for his entire sleep. "Why are you just looking at my erection" he could wake up just that minute and ask me sitting on my bed and watching it, and I would say to him "in all honesty, this is not something one can look away from. I just want to see more, even if its totally awkward and Ive seen plenty of others already. Yes but none of them were this one, on this hunk! At that moment, maybe I should have pulled the sheets. think of some "oops"
excuse. But I didnt, I sat in my bed my back up on the headboard, and watched this erect penus as more sunlight came up. It was showing no signs of letting down. First rays had even cast a remarkable long shadow of it onto the creases on that side of its sheet. Them Matt turned again on his side, and towards seven was then awake from the sunlight.
I had witnessed it erect and it was everything!