Whilst we working at the same agency, we sat on completely different floors. Out of sight, but definitely not out of mind. Tenoch came back from lunch and e-mailed to say he’s just heard a silly song I’d later discover to be a Bloodhound Gang tune. “You and me baby are nothing but mammals,” he quoted the lyrics. “So let’s do it like they do on the discovery channel.”
At that point in time we were just flirting, both afraid to give away the goods. We were straight, for God’s sake, and we were colleagues. After deadlocking him by asking whether he was a “horny bisexual” (to which he didn’t know how to reply) he eventually e-mailed to say, “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
He came over to the office I sat in. By then all of my colleagues had left, or so we thought. We made some small talk while he was standing around semi-uncomfortably with his hands in his pants. He was about to whip it out when a dear female colleague of ours entered. She picked up on the uncomfortableness and possibly also the sexual tension, looked around confused and left.
We decided it would be safer to move on the men’s room where we both took it out in front of the urinals. I couldn’t get hard as I was too nervous. We stood around some more, eventually deciding to leave. That was the very first time I saw his beautiful penis. I hadn’t touched it yet.
