More Co-Worker Updates...

Co-Worker A (the young straight guy) sat in my office with the door closed.  We were having a discussion about realigning our work center and he had a few good ideas. It stayed very professional for at least half an hour but when he stood up to write down a few ideas on the whiteboard, I could see the bulge in his pants and it got me thinking terribly unprofessional thoughts.

A knows I am Bi and he is cool with that.  The added bonus is, he enjoys talking openly about sex.  He has told me about numerous encounters where he has handcuffed ladies to the bed, then spent an hour or so pleasuring them with his bag of toys.  Toys like what? I asked.  Oh, anal beads, vibrators, paddles, that sort of thing.  I asked him if the women are okay with being handcuffed and he tells me they are.  I then ask him if they are comfortable knowing that he has used these toys on other visitors to his home.  He let out sort of an exhausted sigh.  Perhaps that has come up before.  I wash them. He finally says with a laugh.


Because of the holiday, there are only a handful of people at work.  The chances of someone even realizing that we are in my office much less barging in is slim.  I just come right out and ask him if he will show me his dick.  He doesn't miss a beat and says, Maybe another time.  We both laugh and he goes back to the whiteboard to jot down a few more work related ideas, someone knocks on the door. I quickly glance up at A's tight pants that reveal his substantial wiener straining at the fabric and yell out, Come in.

It is Co-Worker C and he is dressed extremely festively with with some sort of fashionable jeans that probably cost several hundred dollars, a shirt with some sort of Asian design and really nice boots,  We normally wear slacks and ties and occasionally suits, so the chance to dress down is always welcome.

C has a huge grin on his face and he asks, So, what is going on in here? I don't even hesitate a second and respond, [Co-Worker A] was just about to show me his dick!  This sent C into a gay giggle fit and he went on to entertain us for the next 15 minutes about having his hair cut the other day while talking to the transgender owner of the salon he goes to.  He says the lady has a large dick and huge, enormous tits.  Once she finally gets the operation to have her man-parts removed, she intends to become a lesbian.  We all agree she should just keep the dick as strap-ons could get costly.

There is value added for me emotionally, knowing that I can be somewhat open about who I am around these two colleagues.  But in a way, I feel somewhat ashamed of my immature sexual antics.  I find that when I get the opening to talk to someone about sex, I push the envelop too far.  A and I left work early and decided to grab lunch together.  I let him do most of the talking and he provided me with some insight on some previous relationships with women who were not nice to him.  I was mostly looking for signs that he was some sort of serial killer, and he assured me he wasn't.

When we walked out of the diner, I told him that I appreciated him letting me joke with him about his large wiener.  He laughed and said it was okay.  I also suggested he show it to me, right there in the parking lot.  He said, You know, we're all just a little bit gay; but not at work. I took that as his polite way of suggesting I ease up a bit.  And I will.

I think that is what makes me feel relief in making blog entries and reading the blogs of others.  We can explore all of these thoughts and desires, but we do it from home and we aren't really offending anyone.  If I come across a blog that isn't my cup of tea, I just move on.  I need to remember that sitting in my office at work is not the same as sitting in front of my computer at home.