Wherever I've worked there always seems to be one man that distracts me constantly. If I were an ass-man, it wouldn't be so bad. But I'm a cocksman and I can't seem to avoid sneaking a glance every chance I get. And when there's that one guy that is endowed, well jeez. It's almost too much to bear. I had an IT operations job in Austin, some years back, that meant I had to deal with facilities a great deal. The electrician, who I worked with most often, was a tight and hot looking cowboy type with boots and tight wranglers. And a dick that snaked down his leg about 9 inches. On his 5'8" frame, it was impressive. And ALWAYS visible. He caught on a couple of months into the job; he caught me checking it out, and a big grin spread across his face. He was obviously straight but got a kick out of working me up. He never said anything about it but started "adjusting" when we talked and made no effort to be modest. He would often come in to talk about plans, put his feet up, lock his fingers together and lay them in his lap, his dick snaking out down his thigh and he'd subtlety move across his tube until I looked. Man, drove me crazy. His favorite job on me was asking me to steady a ladder while he was up in the ceiling. There he'd be dick at my eye level and knowing I was drinking it in. A Saturday we came in to replace tiles as a new fire suppression system was coming in. We wore weekend-wear on these jobs and it was just the two of us. He had on a pair of beat-up 501s, not my favorite look for him, but they had a rip down far down the leg. Actually, just the right spot because with his feet up, as usual, I could clearly see the head of his dick about an inch back from the hole. Crap! Ladder time and I was a mess. There he was, head in the ceiling and the head of his dick started lowering slowly down through the rip until about half of it was there right in front of my face. I still jack off to that. I was transferred out to a better job and finally ended up where I am now. So there's this guy... OK, 6'2" or 3". Blonde, slim and muscular - swimmer's build. Handsome and friendly. And married. And a horse - obviously. He's a boxer's fan or goes commando because he is always showing a long dick. In jeans he looks great, dresses left, and gives a great show. But it is the light colored dress pants he wears that drives me crazy. This pair gives him much more room to move around in and today I was in a conversation with him and another and while his attention was on the other guy, I got to cop all the scopes I wanted. As he shifted his weight you could see the thing swing and bounce against his pant leg. You can see about eight inches having fun in there most times but he's a young guy and has his days like all of us when it has a mind of its own and you can see a good deal more. Thick and much longer, he'll walk down the aisle near my office and I'm just glued to that crotch. What a piece of meat. I'd like to slip two Cialis into his morning coffee and see what kind of day he has. Anyone drive you nutz at work? Let's hear it!