I don’t remember much about the very early days of Julio and my wank buddy-hood. Initially it was strictly hands on cocks with no other body contact whatsoever. This was how I swung in those days. He guided me along with his greater experience and gradually we built up in daring, intimacy and intensity.
We could really get hot – thinking back I can just about imagine us melting the toilet stalls in our office building, which were mostly our venue in those days. When I got back to my open plan office after one such a session, still out of breath and shaking, my boss expressed concern about how hard I was working. ‘Jesus, look at your eyes!’ he said.
We worked in a high-rise building and we must have visited the bathrooms on every floor at least once in that time. After a cryptic text message or email: ‘2′ or ‘22′ or ‘13′ we would approach the mens room from different floors and then leave it again seperately the same way.
At some stage – I guess it must have been about a year since we’d started doing it – I was promoted to head up the department where Julio was working. This added a whole new level of excitement and kinkiness – MANY stories still to tell on that topic.
