Chapter 1: Building Tension
Nathaniel stared at the Excel spreadsheet, his mind numb from hours of scouring rows of numbers and percentages. His fingers ached from typing and his back throbbed from hunching over the desk.
Another hour or so and I'll be out of here.
But as Nathaniel glanced at the time, he knew he had been fooling himself. It was already past 8 PM and his boss, Chris, was nowhere near finishing up. A wave of frustration washed over Nathaniel as he looked around the office—the dimly lit space was empty except for him and Chris, whose office light burned brightly just a few feet away.
With a sigh, Nathaniel decided to take a quick bathroom break. The office restroom was a short walk down the hallway—a white-tiled room that smelled faintly of disinfectant and cologne.
Nathaniel walked in and went straight to the sink, splashing some water on his face to wake himself up.
As he reached for a paper towel, he heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Nathaniel turned around to find Henry standing at the urinal, his impressive dick hanging out.
Nathaniel couldn't help but stare for a moment, taken aback by the unexpected sight. But as he watched Henry piss, he felt a stirring in his own pants. Nathaniel had always found Henry attractive—the man's beefy physique and rugged good looks were hard to ignore.
But Nathaniel had never acted on his desires before. He was a reserved man, always focused on his work and never one to make the first move.
Henry finished up and turned around, catching Nathaniel staring. Nathaniel blushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious.