10 on the Time Clock

By Bad Penny Press

From the “All Business” collection -- "Cock-Eyed" - "The Night Shift" - "Scorpion Balls"

From the “Business Class” collection -- "Traveling Companion" - "Business Class" - "Layover Bonus"

From the “Office Rules” collection -- "Just Another Day at the Office" - "Working Stiff" - "Executive Privilege"

And a PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHED STORY -- “Paradise Found,” a tale of two workers who stumble upon a pair of young men unashamedly enjoying each other in a secluded outdoor spot... and quickly join in.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bad Penny Press
• Release date: Aug 26, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466002982

Bad Penny Press

The home of authors Donny Dickson, Donn Falcone, Ray O. Sunshine and more, Bad Penny Press provides hardcore erotica that doesn't necessarily cross the line, but proudly stomps all over it.Our most popular stories center around "family-friendly" erotica, where love and lust know no bounds, just respected limits, but keep it all in the family. And there are many stories of cross-generational gay and heterosexual encounters, those demonstrating that an age difference makes no difference when it comes to sexual hunger, are the current primary focus.Some Bad Penny Press stories spring from fertile imaginations, while a number of them are based upon true experiences. Rape and BDSM stories do not have a home here.Please enjoy Bad Penny Press in moderation. Aw, hell... take as much as you want!

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10 on the Time Clock

Ten hardcore tales of gay experiences at work

Copyright 2011 Bad Penny Press

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Table of Contents:

Cock-Eyed

The Night Shift

Scorpion Balls

Traveling Companion

Business Class

Layover Bonus

Just Another Day at the Office

Working Stiff

Executive Privilege

Paradise Found (available only in this Special Edition)

Cock-Eyed

I guess it’s better to just come right out and admit it; I love looking at cock. If there’s a chance to scope out another man’s package, I’m there. If an occasion comes about that allows me to check out another guy’s meat in a public restroom, my eyes zero in like a cruise missile. Guess what’s the first thing that I look for when I’m surfing for porn pictures on the internet? Uh, huh… you’re right. Cock.

Okay, maybe I’m not that different than a lot of guys out there. I mean, just about every guy has snuck a look at another guy’s penis at one point or another in our lives. The difference is that some guys just move on. Then there are those like me that never got past the stage of curiosity and tend to fixate on the grand pieces of human sausage that reside between the legs of all of the males on this planet.

Oh, I’m not simply content to look, either. Nope. Any time an opportunity arises – or better yet, that a dick rises – I want to be there to see it, feel it, and play with it. The issue, of course, is to find another guy that has no problem being on the receiving end of that attention.

See, I’m a married cock whore. I love my wife, but I can’t help but think I’d love her more if she happened to be blessed with a huge, thickly veined, mushroom-headed rock-hard cock for me to play with once in a while. But since she doesn’t possess such a toy, I tend to look outside of our relationship for such an animal.

The latest object of my interest was a new guy at the shops. Walt was about 5’11" and maybe 180 reasonably packed pounds. He had dark hair and fairly tanned skin, was clean shaven and wore dark-rimmed glasses that made him look a little bookish, but not over-the-top nerdy. Basically, Walt was a rather generic white guy. Pretty much my doppelganger, save for my lack of glasses. What made Walt stand out to me, understandably, was the incredible bulge he carried around in his pants.

Walt and I worked together as equipment inspectors. We weren’t really friends, but we got along well enough on a professional level. On most work days Walt usually wore pleat-front khakis that seemed to tent themselves over and around his large package. Even when he was in business slacks, he looked like he was packing pretty good. But the real treat was whenever he and I had to change into coveralls to crawl in and around equipment too dirty or grimy for him and me to be in our street clothes. Those locker room glances were to die for.

We’d have to strip down to slip into our coveralls. Walt wore briefs; not quite tighty-whities, but pretty close. Those few moments between him slipping out of his pants and into the coveralls and back again later revealed a pubic bulge that looked like he was trying to smuggle a softball in his underwear.

The first time the bulge caught my eye, I was sure my jaw dropped along with the sighting. In a perfect world Walt would have taken advantage of my open jaw and shoved his monster into my mouth and face-fucked me. But, the world was far from perfect and I had to settle for stealing glances whenever the opportunity allowed for later use as masturbatory fantasies. I could do worse, to be sure.

But, in the last week or so Walt seemed to take a little longer between stripping down and re-dressing himself, not to mention that he tended to face in my direction while doing so. For the last 5 days or so I was getting a rare opportunity to really admire the outline of Walt’s long member and the curve of the crown of his head tucked far to the bottom of the stretched cotton fabric. Now I wasn’t really stealing glances so much as they seemed to be granted me in some bizarre karmic kindness.

Still, I tried to remain secretive with my stares. I certainly had no idea where Walt’s sexual proclivities lay, and openly checking out and/or coming on to a co-worker can get you fired nowadays. I mean, it’s one thing to deal with your wife over a sexual harassment complaint filed by a female co-worker, but when it’s from coming on to another male, well that make things more than a little messy at home.

Yet there it was. Maybe it was my imagination but I swear that Walt was damn near parading for me after a while. He’d take off his pants and before getting into his work coveralls he suddenly had to check for text messages on his cell phone, or make sure that his glasses were clean, all the while facing right at me Then he’d put on his coveralls and after he worked all of his limbs inside he would absentmindedly leave his beautiful bulge protruding outside of the garment for some time before tucking himself in and zipping it up.

Whether it was all a coincidence or intentional acts didn’t matter. It was just completely driving me nuts. I had to somehow once and for all find a way to see Walt’s penis in the flesh, literally, for myself.

Then last night Walt and I had to work late on an equipment inspection to meet a critical deadline. So late, in fact, that he and I ended up being the only crew left on site to close down the shops once we were done. Throughout our inspection I kept distracting myself by trying to come up with a plan to somehow corner Walt and get a look at the hidden monster. No sooner than I’d come up with an idea than I’d shoot it down as being too absurd or far-reaching. I was getting nowhere – well, nowhere but frustrated – and decided that I should just give up before I completely made an ass of myself over this insane cock hunger.

Figuring that I should eliminate my temptation, I told Walt that he could go ahead and get himself changed and go home and that I would close things up myself. But, Walt insisted that he stay on with me and finish up what he thought was his fair share of the work. Damn, no matter what I did to make things right I was going to be made to suffer for my penile attraction.

Finally, Walt and I finished our inspection and shut down the shops. We went back to the locker room in relative silence; him probably because of being tired from the late work day, and me because I didn’t want to suddenly blurt out something like, Hey, Walt, I know we hardly know each other that well but can I look at your huge dick?

I sat on the bench in front of my locker and pulled my shoes off and followed by stripping off my coveralls. Walt followed in kind, an then stood up from the bench to fold his coveralls. His standing up