Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2022 01:41:23 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Watching from Work 2 Anthony was bored. Work was a little slow. The office felt quiet since the new policy went into effect, allowing people to remote in and work from home. The office was only about ten minutes from Anthony's house, so he rarely took advantage of being able to stay home. This morning, his area of the office was empty except for him, and his eyes floated over to his coworker's desk and the computer screen. The mouse was motionless, but the cursor moved around the screen. This was John's computer, and he left the monitor turned on when he wasn't there. Anthony didn't do that. He always turned off the monitor, and if he did remote in to his work computer from home, he only did work and then disconnected. But John's computer was checking personal email, Googling some kind of shampoo, shopping, getting back to work for a while, then watching a YouTube review. Anthony peeked over John's shoulder, standing behind his empty chair. Pages opened and scrolled. Then nothing. Then a bunch of clicks, a work email, a personal email, a Google search, then nothing. Anthony could picture John doing whatever he was doing, brushing his teeth, watching TV, and then coming back to his computer, coming and going. As Anthony ate lunch at his desk, enjoying the quiet of the almost empty office, he watched John's computer return to life and start Googling about a particular actor, first just the name, then clicking to make the search results only images and flooding the screen. Anthony wondered if maybe a movie were on TV and John was trying to figure out where he knew the actor from. Google again, and the actor's name typed out again but then followed by "chest hair" and a collection of images from the beach, in a V-neck with curly brown hair sticking out, in an unbuttoned police uniform from some movie when he was younger. Anthony had a lot of chest hair like that, too, and liked seeing it being appreciated. Some people prefer a smooth chest, especially lately. But what was John looking for? Then a new search but with "shirtless"? After a minute or so, John closed everything, and the computer was just the screen-saver, but Anthony was wondering. The next day, John was in the office. His commute was pretty long, so he got in early to try to get ahead of the traffic. He was reading through an email and sipping coffee when Anthony walked in. He almost always wore a shirt and tie, even though he didn't have to, but today he was in a black polo, untucked and with a few buttons undone at the neck and a bit of curly dark chest hair visible. "Hot day, isn't it?" he said, and he wafted the bottom of his shirt out to wave some air-conditioning in from the waist. No undershirt. A quick hint of his stomach and the skin and the hair and the bright waistband of his underwear. And a smile. John stared. His staring was allowed and invited. A grin slowly curled his lips, and then he looked away, searching his desk for something to do while agreeing about the weather. For the rest of the day, John's eyes were drawn to that bit of chest hair peeking out, and he peeked over at it when he could. The broad chest. The waist. The firm butt that walked away down the hall. That day was long but went by so quickly. After that, Anthony was wearing a tie less often, because of the heat of course, and John stared. Wearing a new shirt that fit just right to let air blow in and hair show out, Anthony walked into the office and saw John's computer already at work, while John wasn't. Anthony was disappointed, but he did enjoy peeking at what John did, especially because he always took a break to enjoy himself soon enough. Sports clips, a little news, email, and then back to work for a bit... then YouTube to watch some TV, that actor he was Googling, a bunch of clips sliced together, a bit where he has his shirt off for a minute to tease viewers, then another episode where he's in the shower, waist up of course. Anthony watches as John's arrow pops up, and everything gets bigger, full screen. Nobody is around in the office to see, and Anthony's hand reaches down to feel how stiff he's gotten. John is probably at home doing the same. Maybe he didn't get dressed and is just sitting there in his pajamas or maybe just boxers, maybe he sleeps nude and hangs out all day. Anthony was getting hot. Then it paused. Still nobody around, half the office working from home that day. Anthony wanted to strip off. Was the air conditioning even working? Then Google, and the letters slowly typed on the screen... s h i r t l e s s, c h e s t h a i r ... and the screen filled with guys that looked like Anthony, at the beach with burly muscles and wet hair, some mustaches, some beards, that actor again, some older black-and-white photos, and scrolling down as John's finger at home rolled down. A pause, a scroll, open one, a pause, And then, quickly, it all closed. Anthony pictured what John was doing. A few days later was a real hot one, the hottest yet. Anthony wore a shirt but no tie and no undershirt, but it was a dress shirt and tucked in. He had to do laundry and didn't have many options left. He only had an eight-minute walk to work, and it was early still, but his hairy chest and stomach and underarms got sweaty. John wasn't at his desk, and Anthony figured he'd be working from home, but about 20 minutes later John rushed in. The train had gotten stuck, and then it was packed full of the early people who were late and the late people who got onto the late early train early. John didn't normally say much, but this was a long sweaty story to share. They both complained about the heat. "I used to go to have a gym right next to my old office," John said. "So I could get in the pool over lunch and get a shower. That'd be good today." Anthony said, "Yeah, that's a good idea. My place is right around the corner. I might go home and get a shower at noon." John said that he was lucky he could. Anthony said that they were both lucky to be working inside, and not out in the sun. John stared at Anthony's top unbuttoned button. Anthony pretended like he didn't notice. They worked and sweated and drank water and groaned. The morning dragged. A little before noon, Anthony got up to go home and get a shower, before facing the hot afternoon sun. John looked over at body and then up at the thin shirt fabric with sweat, then up at the chest hair, the neck. They sort of stared at each other. "You could come, too" Anthony offered, "... if you want." John stared. He never would've thought to ask, to try to invite himself. "Oh, are you sure? You wouldn't mind?" "No, of course not. It's real close. Let's go." They got up and headed out, down the hall. Other people were leaving too, to go get lunch or maybe wait in line for some ice cream. They walked down the steps and down the sidewalk, squinting in the sun and then breathing a sigh of relief on the shady side of the street. They didn't make small talk on the way. Anthony pointed to the house, and John smiled. It really was close. Must be nice to have an extra couple of hours for yourself, not waiting for the train and sitting on the train and walking from the train, sometimes in the rain. In through the front door and off came the shoes right away so John started taking his off too, and when John looked up his face showed shock. The buttons were coming open, one by one, top down, and pulling apart to reveal that full fur-covered front that John had only imagined, only glimpsed a bit off, and the white shirt was yanked up and off and peeled off his thick arms. Anthony ran a flat hand over his wet skin, as they stood in the sunlight that pushed through the window. The door behind them wasn't even shut all the way. Anthony pushed closer past him to click it closed. They were inches apart, and it felt very intimate to suddenly be away from work and in someone's home. "You want some water or anything?" "No thanks, I... I just want to... cool off, you know?" "Yeah, it's upstairs" He walked up and looked back behind him, and John followed. In to the bedroom, past his big bed, and into the bathroom off of it, cool clean tile. Anthony opened a closet door and pulled out two fresh fluffy towels and set them on the sink for after. The curtain scraped open, and he started the shower, explaining that it's a little tricky to figure out. The noise filled their silence. The room smelled soapy. Anthony said, "You can go first," as he undid his slacks and pulled them off, standing there in just boxers, a little translucent with the sun coming in from the bedroom. Then a bit of silence. He let him stare. He liked being stared at. The room was a little close. Finally, "You can set your clothes on the bed. I'm gonna go get a glass of water." Anthony hopped downstairs and chugged a drink before reaching back up. He wondered if John would be in the shower or wrapped in a towel, but he was still getting his clothes off, standing next to the bed with the shower roaring in the echo of the bathroom. His bare chest and arms were thin and young and strong. His belt was off, and his pants were open but still on, as he looked over, and Anthony walked in and saw that John didn't wear underwear. His ass hinted out at the back, skin a bit pale, and a bit of hair peeked out on the other side. They stared at each other. "D'you want that towel?" "No, I don't mind." And John let them fall off, and he stepped out of them. Anthony stayed looking him in the eye from the doorway, not glancing down, the unspoken rule. Anthony stepped in and stepped over to his dresser and shucked his underwear down as he opened a drawer to get a fresh pair, and while they weren't looking at each other or talking to each other, they both glanced down to get a look... the other unspoken rule. John went ahead into the shower, looking back. Anthony was busying himself, getting a change of clothes out. They yelled to each other. "Feels great! Thanks a lot for this!" Anthony yelled that he was happy to help out. John soaped his body and felt the cool water rain over him. He slid the curtain closed, but open enough that he could see out, to see Anthony's body walk in, flopping and flexing and leaning against the sink with his arms crossed over his furry chest so his biceps looked even bigger. John leaned over to rinse his hair and looked out and saw Anthony, waiting and watching through the clear curtain that blurred John's body. "Do you come home like this a lot? I'd run home all the time." "I never thought to take another shower like this, but I need it. I don't want to get in the habit, though. I take long showers." "Oh yeah? Why is that?" John asked. "You know... jerking off." John slowed what he was doing. He was still leaning out to talk with him, and he wasn't sure if he should look over. The water filled the air. "Oh yeah? I usually do it before bed, to fall asleep." "Not me. It always wakes me up, gets me loosened up, you know?" Anthony said. John looked out at Anthony's perched body, showing everything, and ready for the shower. "Well, uh... I should let you get in then. Should I leave it running?" he asked. Anthony nodded yes. John pulled the curtain back. He was breathing heavy and sort of sucking in his stomach. He felt a little self-conscious looking at such a tall, muscular, hairy body. He stepped out and held a towel in front of himself as Anthony walked by and stepped into the shower, rinsing his head under without closing the curtain. "Ohhh, that feels so good, man." He leaned and turned as John's eyes cascaded over the curve of his shoulders and down his back and legs. Anthony turned around and held himself, pulling and stretching. "You never yank it in the shower? Even when you were younger?" "Oh yeah, I have... I just, not much anymore. Like I said, I mean. I do it before I go to sleep." "Right... you'd have to take a nap before we head back." Anthony looked at him, his naked body still standing so close to the shower and hidden behind the towel but bare assed in the mirror. He looked over, and so John did too and saw what he was looking at. Grabbing a bar of soap, Anthony let it travel all over himself and gather lather that foamed to his feet. Like all guys, the cleaning was focused on one area, only occasionally extending up to his chest and arms or down lower in his legs. John was frozen in place and hard as a rock. He looked down under the towel. He made himself say, "uh, should I go get dressed I guess?" Anthony didn't say anything in response. He kept showing and showering and growing and grabbing gripping slipping through his slick fingers, getting longer and bigger. John was staring. Under the towel, he was flexing, getting more and more sensitive to the fiber of the fabric. Anthony said, "I have to shampoo all this..." He meant his thick chest hair. He started to show John how he lathered it and rubbed his hands through it. "It smells good though. Here, smell it," he said, holding out the open bottle. John stepped even closer, the shower misting him. It smelled amazing, and the wet soapy chest hair looked amazing and could this all really be happening? And the towel slipped out of his hand and fell to the bathmat below and revealed his stiff cock. "Let's take care of these, okay? Get in here." He reached his arm up to the wall and stepped in and he pulled the curtain closed behind them, and John's hand was on the chest, wet, and rubbing and running his fingers through it. Their dicks knocked off each other, and they each grabbed and stroked, staring down at them together. They smiled with each other, pretty nice one there buddy. The water bounced off of them together and felt so cool and relaxing in the summer heat. John could feel his blood pumping through his body, and everything felt electrified. They stood close but not grinding their hard bodies into each other. They each started jerking, showing off, watching, faster and faster. No kissing or hugging or moving onto anything more than just sharing their naked bodies and their cocks as they each jacked. Yeah, yeah, and mmm but no talking about it. Harder and getting harder and showing how hard and long and how fast I stroke it and how the soapy water makes it so slick. Getting closer and then going for it. Watch this. Letting it go wherever. You'll rinse off easy. And here it comes. Him too. Wow. And leaning on each other, almost falling over. Exhaling a big sigh. And that pat on the ribs. "It looks like it's gonna be a hot one again tomorrow."