Blue collar Master, white collar slave

publicly. My parents were dead and I had no family to come out to and no

real close friends since moving to the city. I still regarded it as

risky to come out at work so since starting at the bank I had

effectively been not only in the closet, but was also celibate. Celibate

only in the sense that I didn't have sex with another people. Of course

this had only increased my libido immensely and I was now masturbating

seven or eight times a day (usually more than once a day in the cramped

stalls of the company toilets) and as time went by I had become

increasingly desperate for real sex.

So when this guy, so strong and sexy looking, checked me out, I blushed.

And when he held my eyes I blushed even more and my cock sprang to life.

This made him smile broadly and as I passed he said, just loud enough

for me and only me to hear: "Hello sweet cheeks." I stumbled slightly at

that, which sparked a bout of soft chuckling on his part and I entered

the building blushing like mad.

As the day progressed I couldn't stop thinking about the incident. It

had been a long time since I had real sex and I had a definite thing for

big, strong guys a little older than myself. Especially if they took

control. I had never tried S&M or even bondage and had never even

thought about it (at least not consciously), but I certainly had a

submissive streak.

I had a great desk at the office with a desk right next to the window.

Normally I didn't spend any time looking out of it during the day, but

on that day I did. I couldn't see the dig from where I sat, the angle

was too steep, but I could see the place across the street where they

had the workers had set up their "headquarters". The first time I looked

no one was there and that was the case the second, third, fourth and

fifth time I looked as well. But the sixth time he was there and just as

I looked down, he looked up. I didn't think he could see in through the