Colleague Cock

Well, you all know I’m pro buddy jack-off. As I’ve said before it’s a normal, healthy, male bonding activity. It happens all the time with men from all walks of life, whether married/partnered or single, gay, bi, or straight. Lots of men enjoy getting together with a buddy (or a group of guys), watching some porn, and spewing a load together.

I don’t think I’ve really ever addressed this particular situation though: Deliberately looking for a co-worker to whack willies with. Now, I’ve discussed this with a couple of guys who belonged to the local jack-off group. It happened twice – guys who had no previous knowledge of the co-worker being involved – and both times the men handled it quite differently. A guy slipped in the door, recognized a naked co-worker with a startled look, turned around and walked right back out the door. The one who stayed felt bad and, later, they agreed to take turns attending; they both felt it would be too weird working together otherwise.

The second instance, the second guy in the door noticed a colleague and they held a quick whispered conversation in the corner of the room. They both stayed and had a great time. But, the agreement was they wouldn’t engage in any hand-to-hand cock combat with each other and they’d each moved into separate little groups.

We see other guys in the workplace with bulging crotches; sometimes we get an eyeful in the men’s room, sometimes we notice them walking around with that semi-hard cock snaking down a pant leg. We wonder what it would be like to kick back with them and have a nice, long, leisurely stroke fest.

It’s happened to me. I’d gone to an out-of-state office for a few weeks. One day I’m walking down the hallway and this guy is coming toward me; he grabs his cock through his pants and strokes up and down it rapidly with a big grin. Now, nothing would’ve been more entertaining for me to break up my boring, monotonous evening than to walk across the parking lot to my hotel room with this dude, rip our clothes off, and spend hours jacking each other’s dicks. It would’ve been great. Instead, I smiled and kept on walking. And then I spent the evening in my room playing with my steel hard cock and fantasizing about this dude having his hand wrapped around it. I also imagined him at home, thinking about my raging-hot hard-on, and beating off his boner. I blew the biggest load of the trip that night and it felt awesome. The poor maid had some really messy sheets to deal with the next day. (Don’t worry, I left her a decent tip for her troubles.)

Due to the sheer size of the workforce at any given property in the gaming industry around the country, it’s easy to see how relationships start. But they have a saying: Don’t shit where you eat. Because you never know when things could turn sour and you could lose your job. Though it was a national company, the offices I worked in were small. Yeah, it would’ve been great to have a jack-off bud in another city, waiting to stroke one out with me whenever I had to travel there, but…would the working relationship have changed? Without a doubt. And, imagine the anxiety if we’d have gotten into a pissing contest over some project – could I have trusted him not to file a harassment complaint? Could he have fully trusted I wouldn’t file against him? No, no…it was much easier to breathe by keeping our cocks to ourselves.

So, as much as I’m all for having stroke buds, leave the workplace hand-job free. It’ll make for a more relaxed and fun time with the guys you do meet up with. You can get naked, kick back, bone up, stroke together or play with each other’s stiffys to your heart’s content, and blow huge geysers of goo without worry.