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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.
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.