Attractive African-American man can’t resist his gay desires.
Carl Davis sat at his desk, staring at his computer monitor. His mind wandered from his work to his fantasies. He spun around in his chair, and surveyed the downtown skyline. He had been working in this same office for over ten years now. The grind seemed the same every day; come to work, do the work, and leave work. Carl was restless. He needed something exhilarating to happen in his life, something to break up the monotony. He clicked on that special file on his pc, and began to glide through the hundreds of photos of nude men he had collected.
Carl shifted in his desk chair as he felt his penis begin to harden. He always wore boxers, and his erection began to show through his slacks. Carl’s left hand drifted to his cock, and he pinched the head lightly. A flutter of pleasure eased through his body, and Carl fought to keep his wits about him. He knew his office was not the place to be masturbating, particularly with a group of his subordinates working in the next room. But Carl had become much more daring in the past months, always looking for that extra thrill. Massaging his erection when he knew there were close to thirty men and women in the next room was a tremendous thrill. He just couldn’t prevent help himself.