Sex with guys at work/in their professional capacity

One of our floors at work was under construction but was temporarily empty while materials were delayed. A guy I’d had a few dates with came by to go to lunch. I took him to that floor and we 69’d.

Then I panicked for a month about possible security cameras.

In my life I've hooked up with a tile setter doing my front porch tile, an electrician's assistant who "forgot" some tools, a contractor I was interviewing (I didn't hire him but that didn't matter to him.), a yard worker, a landscape designer, a gas utility inspector, and two real estate agents. All were in my house.

At work places, I hooked up with three cleaners after hours, a garage worker, and the guy who came around to take care of the plants. These were in the office.

I picked up retail-place workers over time, one from Brooks Brothers, one working security and one from working a sunglass kiosk back when such things existed. I took one home, the security guy and I were in his little office, and the kiosk guy and I were in a restroom. Just remembered I also hooked up a few times with a Macys menswear worker. We headed for the dressing rooms each time - they had doors.

I've also picked up hotel workers - room service guys, front desk clerks, housekeeping guys (little English was no problem). That was all in my suite or room, except the front desk clerks all liked going to different spots for excitement late at night, including gym, pool area, machine room and the hotel roof.

I liked getting with motel workers, too. I made an Indian friend (son of the owners) who had to work nights while his parents were at their other motel in a nearby town. I helped him with his math work. In my room.

I also blew several firemen at their firehouse when I was a teen. One picked me up off work and took me back to the firehouse. I went back and he introduced me to two other guys and the third time it was more like a gang bang. I didn't like being fucked so I laid the ground rules and went back once a week over the summer. They never touched each other when I was there, but all that had to come from things already going on there, right? I moved on. I guess it was abusive of them, but I was 17 and already active so it seemed normal to me.

Hats off R2!

Also re the Indian friend....dot or feather?

R2

That's quite a list!

What do you look like? What is it about you that makes you so irresistible?

Serious question.

R2, PROSTITUTION WHORE!!!

I blew an active duty Chicago cop, in the front seat of his cruiser. He saw me coming out of the Bijou.

In my single days I had about a 50/50 success rate with blowing cable installers. The key there was to always have a DVD or VCR playing porn, so that it pops up on screen if they are testing things out. One guy told me as he was setting up that he was chugging coffee to stay awake as he and his wife had a newborn. That guy had so, so, SO much cum. I love cum but it was even a lot for me.

I hooked up three different times when at my own job - once when I worked at a hotel, once at a Barnes & Noble, and once in the corporate world, when a coworker I'd never paid much mind to was stroking at a urinal.

I met a guy at the mall when I was a senior in HS. He looked like Tony Goldwyn, the way Tony looked in the 80s. He worked at a menswear shop. He had the biggest cock I'd ever seen with my own eyes up to that time, and he was beautiful. Though a bit of a "do me" queen. We fooled around in his car. I'd spent a lot of time cruising at that mall so I was game for it. Amazing what I was willing to do then....I'd be so worried for younger me now!

[quote]I also blew several firemen at their firehouse when I was a teen. One picked me up off work and took me back to the firehouse. I went back and he introduced me to two other guys and the third time it was more like a gang bang.

Dear LORD in heaven!

Not me, but my friend Bobby was an Army nurse working at Letterman (the Army Hospital in SF's Presidio) in the late 1960's through which injured soldiers from Vietnam were stabilized and then transferred to local hospitals closer to home. For way too many of them, he said, the trip home was the last one they'd ever take.

While caring for them he offered each one a blowjob and straight or gay he said he never got a single refusal. One even called him an Angel of Mercy. Bobby was more the Angel of Mary! type, but it was his way of saying, "Thank you for your service" by offering his own.

R8 now why hasn’t this story been told in film and yet Coming Home with Jane Fonda won all those Oscars???

R2’s mouth is open if you need some place to ejaculate!

R4

[quote] What is it about you that makes you so irresistible?

He’s willing.

It’s a game to r2, obviously.

My goodness! OP sure thinks highly of herself, dictating how someone can share their experience. She asks for stories, then demands no stories. Fuck off cunt.

Park Ranger in official uniform- My husband and I went car camping and a park ranger pulled up to our spot. I had a rainbow sticker on my truck and thought uh-oh this might be trouble. He rolled down his window and chatted then drove off. A few hours later he came back then got out of his truck. I noticed he was tugging at his cock through his trousers. By this time it was dusk and the park was mostly empty. I reached over and grabbed my husbands crotch and started kissing him. The park ranger came over and things quickly escalated. A hot 3 way was had around the camp fire. We chatted later, he was a really sweet gay guy stuck in a very rural area in a very red state. He was putting in his time at this park until he could get transferred out to the west coast. This is one of a very few 3ways we have had over last 30 years. 100% true story.

Circa 1995, maybe? The cute young guy behind the counter of an adult-oriented card shop (just shy of porn, as I recall) in the Castro actually flirted back. I wasn't that much older but he was in a different league looks-wise. Nevertheless, he locked I fucked him on the floor of the semi-private office. Let's hear it for sex addiction and low self-esteem! (That goes for both of us.)

Back in the 90s, in my brief slutty phase, I had a few hookups like this.

I went to a therapist for a while (she was terrible) but there was this really hot security guard that worked the lobby of the building. We flirted a lot and finally one night we stepped into this little closet and made out for a bit. Sucked each other but no cum as we had to be quick. Never saw him again since I decided to drop that therapist. He was hot and it was fun, but not enough to keep seeing that therapist!

Why did you rape me??

r6, did you hook up with r2? He seems to really get around.

You mean with the cafeteria lady, on top of a lunch table? Or with the music teacher, in the band rehearsal room? Or with the shop teacher, up against the table saw?

I had sex with the back section sales clerk @ Rainbows&Triangles on 8th Ave…right there in the changing room, next to the cock ring and jockstrap displays.

I hooked up a few times with the lifeguard/swim instructor at a gym I belonged to at the time. We screwed around in the filter/mechanical room. He was a beautiful tight and short Dominican guy in his early 20s. Huge uncut cock and smooth ass. Sigh.

R2, WOW! How did you do this? It was so gutsy. I wish I could pull that off, but I’m too nervous.

R22 I was cruising porn shop video rooms in 7th grade…it was easy ;)

Ahh, the 70s

[quote]I was cruising porn shop video rooms

That's a totally different scenario because if you're in a porn shop, you're looking for sex or some kind of sexual material. It's not the same thing.

The firemen story was similar enough—which is why I posted …clearly R2 started early and often —that’s all.

R25 How? According to him the fireman picked him up first and then took him back? That's not like cruising porn shops.

Go away—

A friend of mine blew his refrigerator repairman.

Like cruising, it really takes a certain brave nature and an ability to read signals or have the signals you're sending out be read. And like cruising, it can be a foreign language to some and as simple as breathing to others.

I never had a lesson in how to do it (other than a 5 minute chat with an eldergay way back in the day) but I took to cruising like a duck to water. And it helped me sharpen my senses in other ways, to pick up signals from guys that they were open to something.

Another from the fun 90s.

I was renting back then, and my landlady sent a repairman over to fix my shower. Salt and pepper, brawny, wedding ring. The chemistry was definitely there, but wasn’t sure if it was in my mind, so I didn’t make a move..but then when he was done with the repairs, he showed me the new shower head and controls. He then asked if I wanted to try it out and see if the pressure was better. I just looked him in the eyes and stripped and got in. Yep, he joined me. Blew each other in the shower. He wanted to fuck me but I wasn’t down for that. It was very hot.

Similar thing almost happened to me with a dishwasher repair guy. I was housesitting for my parents a few years ago and they neglected to tell me that he was coming. He does his thing and I'm working somewhere in the house. He calls me down to show me something with the dishwasher, and for some reason I got on my knees for a better look while he was still standing. The tension was thick, but like r30, I wasn't sure if I was imagining things (he was a hot daddy) or not. I'm pretty sure I could have just reached up and grabbed his crotch and it would have been on, but I didn't. Alas. I still think about it pretty regularly.

I had a landlord in my rust belt town who was very nice but had to be about a hundred and fifty thousand years old. He was old school, maybe Mafia, and if there was a problem he'd always send someone over. Sometimes some shady ass characters fixing whatever (and in the time I was there, we had plumbing issues, heating issues and cabinets fell off the wall).

With the plumbing issue he sent over this guy who was kinda dumb but very hot. Balding, mustache, Italian, furry. He chats me up a few times, tells me he and his wife have 7 kids. I think, damn, that's a lot of breeding.

He's at my place a fourth, fifth time, asked me if I had a girlfriend, I say no. Asked me if I had a boyfriend, I say, not for me, I'm still having fun.

Comes back a few more times, still being a dumb meathead, tells me a lot of bad jokes. He tells me his wife is pregnant again. The same visit he asks me, "so do gay guys actually like swallowing cum?" Yes, this sounds like the most obvious Nifty story ever written and y'all know where this is headed.

But he was really almost like a wide eyed kid when he was asking me questions, so sweet I found it kind of moving. He told me he'd never met someone who was gay before - sounds like BS but in the mid 90s I was inclined to believe him. I told him, nicely, that I really enjoyed sucking a guy, and swallowing cum, or as he put it, doing the things girls didn't like, and if he knew of anyone who might like that and would be nice to me about it, he should send them my way. He didn't do anything that visit, but a few weeks later he stopped by, not because the landlord sent him, and I told him if he needed something to ask me nicely. He did, I did, he had a nice dick. Came way too soon the first time or two but got to the point on the next few visits where I could get him hard and really have fun for a while before I made him pop.

And then there was a visit where it didn't happen any more and that was that. *shrugs* Was fun while it lasted.

My story is similar to R30 and R31 another from the kooky 90s:

I was housesitting for my parents a few years ago and they neglected to tell me the dishwasher was broken and that a repairman was coming. He showed up, The chemistry was definitely popping, but I wasn’t sure if it was in my mind, so I didn’t do anything.. but then when he was done, he showed me the new dishwasher and how it worked. He then asked if I wanted to try it out and see if the cleaning was better. I just looked him right in the eyes, added some Cascade Platinum to the soap reservoir, stripped my clothes off and got right in the dishwasher, naked. Yep, he joined me. Blew each other on the top rack by the coffee mugs, then he fucked me in the flatware basket. He wanted to fist me but I wasn’t down for that, we didn’t have any Jet-Dry. It was very hot.

Dad! 😁 🎥 🍆 💦

R3, East Indian. But I did pick up an American Indian in a pawn shop in Gallup, NM, once, but he didn't work there so it doesn't fit the thread.

R4, I understand your snakiness, but I'm a sex-positive person who enjoys sex. I let men I like know of my interest if the mood seems right. No scenes, no bullshit, a desire to pleasure and be pleasured, no head trips, no strings and, for me, no fear because Im out and happy. I'm not irresistible. I'm a nice guy. People respond to me. I like being with men. So? "It's a game"? No, no notches on belts or hurting people. I've never had an STD and haven't compromised guys. I've just always loved sex when things feel right. So do most healthy men who aren't head cases, I've found. And I don't mistake interest when I see it.

I was part of a 3 way in the workshop of a puppet theater late one night ages ago.One of the participants had a key as he worked there.

I'm a banker in NYC and have fucked more guys in my office on my desk than I can remember.

R37, are these coworkers? Guys from Grindr?

R34 Deac!!! Stay off this site!

fap fap fap

So many interns.

I've always wondered if simply and bluntly asking, "Do you want a blow job?" would work with some of these guys (but after the work is completed). Of course, I'd probably just end up getting my ass beaten.

r2's post reads like "Rubyfruit Jungle" with a gay man instead of a lesbian.

R2 you have lived hunty! I love your points and got a little hard reading that.

R8 I’m confused, but not disputing your story, just confused. If they are being stabilized at the hospital to be sent to another why would this be their last trip home. Are you saying this nurse would blow dying men?

Imagine being a professional cunt. I just do it as a volunteer. Love what you do, do what you love.

I hooked up with a guy in the stairwell of my office. This had to be 2019. Met him on Grindr. Said he was drinking at a bar with coworkers before heading for his Metra train to the burbs (this was in downtown Chicago). I invited him to my building since it’s right next to Ogilvie.

He said he had a girlfriend and doesn’t do this often, yet is on Grindr.

It was around 6:30 so the office was empty. Blew him for about 15 min before he shot a massive load on my work shirt without warning, jerk!

I take the L everyday from the Loop. So many hot white collar and blue collar guys in the area, that was the only time I got to actually hook up with one at work.

R47 that's hot! I hooked up with a guy that had an office near there probably 10, 15 years ago. Took me down a maze of hallways.

He was hot and his dick was beautiful, even if he did give off a bit of a Patrick Bateman vibe. But those kind of tech bros or finance bros are a dime a dozen in Chicago.

it is definitely time for having sex at work. now is the time

I was visiting a prominent, white-shoe law firm as a consultant. 48th floor conference suite in the [name redacted] building in midtown Manhattan. This was a formal and conservative business environment. I was wearing a suit/tie and I was presenting to the firm’s management committee.

A bearded, manly IT guy helped us set up our laptop so that we could present during the meeting. He was on call during the meeting and subtly returned at the end of the session to make sure everything worked smoothly. I said something cheesy, semi-sarcastic like, “you guys provide such professional service.” He did not break his business mien and said, “we do run a top-tier IT group, let me return this dongle and I’ll show you.” He took me back to his interior, windowless office. Locked the door. Stripped naked. Got on his needs and gobbled my dick. He then bent over his desk and I fucked him good and hard and shot my load all over his back (this was condom days). Holy fuck that was hot. We traded numbers and snuck me in a few times after hours to fuck right there in his office.

R48 so many hot guys. I love those blue collar workers. The Brown or Red Line during rush hour is like a white collar dick Buffett. Uh, only part I miss about commuting into work. The hot men are one of the reason why I love the Midwest, specifically Chicago.

I had another encounter but it wasn’t at work, but at a bullshit work retreated at a hotel. Entire time I’m flirting with a blank profile on Grindr. I could tell from the location that the guy was staying at the hotel but he wouldn’t share his face picture. My profile has my photo so he knew who I was. I already accepted a new job and was about to give my 2 week’s notice so said fuck it and flirted with the secrete coworker. Wondering if each guy I met might be the person I’m chatting with on Grindr.

It was risky and foolish but a fun game of guess who. Over the course of the day he’d sent me like two headless photos and a lot of sexually charged messages. Could have been a trap but gotta be bold sometimes and I’m not ashamed. I did know that he was white, reasonably fit, and at least 5’9, allegedly 32.

My immediate team went to Top Golf (uh, brining) and my mystery man wasn’t there (bass on Grindr distance). Thankfully he wasn’t someone from my team. But the flirting continued and he remained coy/scared.

When my team returned to the hotel we had a mixer with colors to meet random coworkers. Must of us just got drunk off of the open bar. While I played this meet and greet color game, I’m really looking for my mystery man. Trying to see if anyone 5’9 hotties attempt to eye fuck me while we play.

By 8pm they bring in a DJ, drinks are flowing, and I’m crazy horny. He asked if we can meet in my room. He was scared a coworker could see me enter his room. It’s a work conference so that was stupid, but closet cases aren’t always rational. Finally, we can end the suspense.

I head to my room do a quick whore bath waiting for this guy to show up. He knocks and to my delight he’s handsome. I know I’ve seen him at the conference (few hundred people in attendance) but I didn’t really recognize him. He was hot and a bit drunk, but clearly nervously horny, it was super cute.

Didn’t ask his name or much else. Pulled him into my hotel room and made out with him as I pulled us onto the bed. He apologized for being a bit sweaty from dancing and nerves. He smelled fantastic and I gave his him an expert blow job. He attempted to reciprocate. An entire day of anticipation, mixed with his cute face looking up at me as he swallowed my cock was more then enough to get me off. He wouldn’t swallow, he just let me shoot onto a towel.

Afterwards he mentioned that he lived in Houston. No wedding ring, so I didn’t know his deal and didn’t ask for more details. I saw him at breakfast the next day m. Okay, I intentionally sort of search for him. He saw me but diverted his eyes. He blocked me on Grindr before I finished my first cup of coffee, ha.

All well. He was a great send off from a shitty job.

R50, I bet that office reeked.

But your story reminds me of a Ukrainian hottie we had in our IT Department. Had something wrong with my laptop and this tall God came to my desk for a fix. He too asked me to follow him to his private windowless office. Man, that Ukrainian accent was fucking hot, I would have swallows his load daily, if given the chance.

Sadly no sex, but he had a lot of flirty humor and seemed to enjoy the company. He always looked serous when waking about but would break into a warm smile when we’d see each other. Maybe I missed some signs….

Yes, Chicago can be a fantastic buffet for both young corn fed guys (IA, WI, MI and other midwestern states send them there after graduation by the trainloads) as well as beautiful 30 and 40something men. Blue collar, white collar, with both it's like shooting fish in a barrel.

I blew a guy on the Brown Line once. Not exactly a workplace situation but I was in the last car, in that section in the back of some el cars where there's a seat. Full train, hot guy with briefcase and wedding ring standing in front of me.....a few smiles and snippets of eye contact and a bulge in my face....good thing it was winter and his long wool coat hid my face bobbing up and down on his dick.

R53 you’re mad, and fabulous! Did you finish him off?

R54 Oh yeah, it was all very furtive and quick. He shot in my mouth and quickly zipped up.

He was insanely hot, too. Lanky but furry. Wish I'd had an hour or two on that dick.

I had encounters with my cosmetic surgeon before and after I was a patient

Bump

Those porno plumbers showing actually-hot asscrack.

R2's post always amazes me and I mean that in a respectful way.

That's top level.

More!

I must be the last of the gay Mohecans to think sex should only be a part of a loving relationship. I guess I'm just plain old-fashioned and lame. My Catholic upbringing didn't help either.

Some hot stories. Others of you need to learn brevity. Good lord diarrhea of the keyboard.

I was molested.

I have slept with many hotel workers over the years because I travel weekly for work - front desk guys, bellboys, maintenance people, bartenders.

I am bereft because I am old and only have one experience...

It was a work trip to San Francisco and I was staying at the Hyatt Regency at Embarcadero Center.

We were all sitting having drinks - in the atrium I think - and the manager was paying a lot of attention to me. I had no idea why as he was really good looking and I'm vaguely regular. My friends pointed out that he was flirting with me because I can be clueless about those things. I enjoyed the attention. I'm not even sure why a manager was able to socialize and flirt instead of managing the hotel, but okay.

Back in my room after we had gone to dinner elsewhere (not with the manager, just co-workers), there was a knock at my door - a delivery of a huge plate of cookies and a bottle of milk. No note.

Hmmmm.

About a half hour later there was another knock - the hotel manager - and we proceeded to rip our clothes off and have sex. I thought that was kind of verboten for a hotel employee but I sure went along with it.

We sent a few notes to each other occasionally after that but it petered out, and the next time I was on another work trip and staying at the same hotel , he was no longer working there.

Well, there was one more experience but it was with another attendee at a class in another city and we didn't work together or even know each other until the class. I don't think that counts.

R63, but at work?

About 10 years ago, I had a plumber come to my place and install a new garbage disposal under my sink. God, he was cute. About 28 years old, lean, handsome.

He was lying on his back and working under the sink, and his shirt was riding up a little, exposing his nice, tight abs. At one point, I asked him if he needed anything, and he said, "not yet." Then I noticed as he was working, he kept rubbing his crotch. At first I thought he had an itch or something, but then I saw that he was getting a boner underneath his pants.

I was so tempted to dive right in, but I was too scared. Looking back, I'm pretty sure he was hoping I'd notice and take care of him.

Damn.

R65 TL;DR

R68

You didn't miss anything of interest or import.

I was working as a character at the Warner Bros store. On a break, another guy playing a character took off his costume and he was so hot. So I put dollars in his underwear and he was into it so we jerked off together.

Another time, I was at my brother’s Vietnamese wedding and I was being fitted for my outfit. He touched my dick and then blew me.

My younger brother is also gay and quite a whore, which he’d proudly tell you. When he was in 11th or 12th grade back in the late 1970’s he anonymously called our 20’something, hairy, blonde high school gym teacher/swim team coach. The guy still lived at home with his parents.

My brother told him he knew he was gay and somehow got him to start a phone sex relationship. Then later that year, my brother showed up at the swim club where this guy was running the pool and swim team during the summer. My brother told him who he was and they ended up having sex in the backseat of the guy’s parents’ station wagon. The guy was wearing a speedo under his coach outfit.

I would have KILLED to have slept with this guy.

I let a cop beat off in my face during a traffic stop.

How on Earth does that happen, r72? Did you ask if there was some way you could get out of a ticket, or did he just whip it out? And most importantly, WHY THE FUCK DO THESE THINGS NEVER HAPPEN TO ME?!

There was a cruisy bathroom in the mall across from my office. Met someone there who actually worked in Macys where the bathroom was, and went back to Macy's quite often when he worked. Fucked and sucked in the Macy's dressing room with many workers there over a few years.

Sounds like you were probably referred to in their employee training programme, R74.

r75 They told the employees to act like professionals at all times, but they didn't specify what kind of professionals.

I taught at a large university in the deep south, and my department was housed in an old gymnasium with a large men's shower room in the basement. I guess that I was the person there in a professional capacity, but I had many an encounter there -mostly students, but also some guys closer to my age (I worked there from my mid-twenties to my mid -thirties). I never had sex with students from my department however.

I worked in an ad agency in New York in the mid-80’s. One day after work, I strolled over to the old 55th St. Playhouse, a gay porn theater. All the action went on behind the screen, where I met a handsome, youngish man in a suit. We folded our jackets neatly on a seat and went at it. Afterward, he picked up his jacket, and said, “My wallet’s gone!” (I’d kept mine in my pocket.)

A couple days later, I saw him with a group of men in the lobby of my building. If he recognized me, he didn’t acknowledge it..

Workplace bump.

When I started reading this thread I thought I had nothing to contribute, but various posts stirred up memories...

I hooked up with a guy who ran a typewriter repair shop. We went into the back and I fucked him. This was unplanned, and things got... messy. I left very frustrated.

I was walking around a gay neighborhood and went into a little shop that sold leather and various specialty wear (not a porn shop). The guy behind the counter was hot and horny, and said he wanted me to fuck him, but he was the only employee in the store so we couldn't just go in the back. I ended up behind the counter with him bent over it. When someone came in he dropped to his knees and started sucking me. This went on for about half an hour -I even rang up a sale while he was blowing me.

I had heard that the bathroom at J.C. Penney's at my local mall was a cruising ground, so I went to check it out. Had a hot under-stall encounter with a salesman. The next time I went back they had cut the stall doors to only 1/3 of their original size, so there was no privacy at all...

At a statewide union conference I ended up hooking up with the president of the union. He invited me back to his room and I gave him a massage that just kept on going. For the next two years I would go to that same conference and see him. He'd give me a knowing smile, but we never hooked up again. That's the closest I've ever come to sex at my own workplace.

My final one is my favorite. I was in Vienna for work, and I went down to the gym to check out the steam room. I asked the attendant if they had any massage appointments for that afternoon, and he said yes -he was the masseur. I went into the steam and got really hard thinking about the hot guy who would be giving me a massage later -and he unexpected came in to check on the steam. I'm sure he saw that I was hard. When I came out he told me that he could do the massage right then, as there was no one else around and the steam and gym were closing in a few minutes anyway. The massage started totally legit, but I was half hard the whole time, and when I was on my back he let his hands wander under the towel. He asked if it was all right, and I said of course. Next thing I knew he was going down on me. He was wearing a one-piece jumpsuit with a zipper down the front, so I unzipped him to play with his cock. He clearly never used deodorant -it was a bit ripe. But he made me cum and then continued the massage. Afterward he erased the appointment from the book and said it was on the house.

All true -Amazing that I had forgotten all about them...

Nifty!

R80 Dear Penthouse Forum,

I never thought I'd be writing to you...

Daddy once said, Don't shit where you eat."

Sometimes we gotta wonder why we even bother posting here... Every word I posted was true -and hardly out of line with most gay men's experience (at least of my generation). The guy behind the counter in the shop was probably the wildest, most risky thing I ever did -but I know men who've done far more in even wilder circumstances. Believe me, if I was creating a fantasy version the typewriter repairmen would have prepped before we fucked, and the masseur wouldn't have had b.o. I'm not into stink and shit. Is that why you think it's a fantasy, R82? Because you are into those things?

Sigh.

R80

The stories did sound a bit Nifty but that doesn't mean they weren't true. It was odd though with the quantity of stories you related, that you hadn't thought of them before.

As a matter of fact, the unprepped anal is what made me think it was true. I'm always amazed that in 98% of stories told, every spontaneously fucked ass is fresh as a daisy. It just does not work that way in real life.

I think I forgot about them because they were one-off guys that I never saw again (other than the union prez). They meant nothing beyond a moment of excitement, and life moves on. I mean, who remembers every hookup?

I wasn't a whore (much as I wanted to be), but I did get around in my twenties and thirties. I'll be 61 next week, and things have, sadly, slowed down a bit. Still, the last guy you fucked is not as important as the next guy you'll fuck. :)

"I even rang up a sale while he was blowing me."

Such bullshit.

Truth is stranger than fiction, R87. The customer was buying a sex toy (anal beads?) and he knew what was going on. He kept looking over the counter and winking at me. He was clearly a regular in the place, as he said goodbye to the clerk by name, and said he hoped that after the "interview" I got the job. For all I know, the clerk had a new guy in every day. It was the 80s...

Not my daddy R83!

Lots and lots of truckers in their sleepers

Okay -here's another twist: I had an appliance repairman in today , and the part he needs has to be ordered so he'll be back next week. He's really cute and has a charming European accent. When he comes back and finishes the repairs, will I go to Hell if I offer him a blowjob? I was thinking I would pay him and deal with all the paperwork first, then offer the blowie as a "tip." I've never propositioned anyone like that before, but this guy is charming and I love uncut dicks...

Did anyone ever hookup with blue collar tradesmen working in their homes? Maybe an electrician or plumber or HVAC technician? Or are situations like these only to be found in the fictional pages of nifty.org?

R92 Does a UPS driver count? Back in the mid 90s a UPS driver pulled up to deliver a package, then casually grazed his crotch and asked if he could come in to use the phone. Well it wasn't the phone that got used that afternoon, let me tell ya.

More details, R93!

[quote] I hooked up with a guy who ran a typewriter repair shop.

Manson Whitlock?

For you, R93.

Almost for me, R92. See R67.

Some of you are BUSY BUSY BUSY.

R91 here again. The repairman came and did the repair, but I chickened out on offering him the blowjob. Instead, we stood and chatted a bit. I genuinely liked him. I made a point of mentioning my ex-boyfriend and he took it in his stride. Clearly he would have said something if he was interested. Hot as he was, I just felt it would be disrespectful to hit on him when he hadn't expressed any interest.

I'm a failure as a whore...

Me too, r99. I can't even count how many times something like that has happened to me. I work up the courage to let him know I'm strictly dickly, hoping he'll take the hint and either whip it out or just jump on me, and of course nothing happens. How the hell do some of these guys get the confidence to go get that dick? Is there a TED talk I'm missing somewhere?

Is this thread dead? 😵

Does filming porn in the Senate Hearing Room count?

I have molested plenty of bellhops, room service waiters, and hotel bartenders!

Details please, R103!

Bump

R92 Yes, a plumber. One my landlord hired.

He was handsome, a little on the husky side (think bigger Chris Pratt) but had a nice dick, one that I got two loads out of the first time I sucked him off.

When I was a kid I used to grope barbers when they they pressed themselves against me. But I got in big trouble when the pediatrician did that.

I wish I'd hooked up with my barber. He was a hot dude and more than once I could tell he was chubbed up. But we were never sort of by ourselves or with few enough people around that I would have hinted at something.

How'd you get his cock in your mouth, r106? Enquiring minds would like to know.

I had a half dozen or so workplace flings with other guys. In the gay community it was just par for the course.

I wish that I had responded to all of the sailors who would hiss at me when I walked by. But I was deeply closeted and some of them were the same guys calling me a faggot and that was scary. And when I finally got the courage to explore, the gay cancer started. So I didn’t. I knew of guys who did. I knew guys who were caught on ship deployments and were dishonorably discharged.

I never had any opportunity to do the cable guy or any maintenance man. Most of them were trolls one way or another. So, congratulations to you all who were lucky in that regard.

R106 he worked at our building over the course of a few months, updating a few things (many of us had to get these repairs because of a code issue).....he was inside my apt. over the course of two days and kept talking about his pregnant wife and saying he was tired of his own hand.

I told him that someone in the building would be happy to lend a helping hand or mouth and he (thankfully) got the point quickly. Down went the zipper on his overalls.

He didn't last very long any of the times I blew him, but he had a nice furry chest, nice dick, and nice blond bush. A grower but it was almost comical how quickly he got bone hard.

Stepped into Wolf Paper and Twine Co. on 6th Ave years back. Hot bear guy took my order then closed the door and took care of me. Handsome fucker and hot guy.

You sluts!

I'm the guy waaay back at R6 that had the hookup at the mall. I've seen porn with fitting room scenes and always wondered if other guys ever had that happen to them, either with an employee or with another customer.

I met a young guy a few years ago who told me he'd go to dressing rooms in places like Kohls and JCP just to pretend to try stuff on and then basically sit in there in tighty whities stroking until some daddy noticed him.

Ever do the pizza guy? Or were you the pizza guy who had sex with the customer?