Jim
Jim was nineteen, a friendly-looking guy who had come to work in the office a few weeks before. I didn’t work closely with him but tried to make him feel welcome. I’m a married guy in his late fifties with three children and my name is Mark. I felt drawn to Jim and caught myself looking at his crotch and legs and imagining him without his trousers on. I began to fantasize about undressing him and fondling him. We went out for lunchtime walks a few times and on several occasions he seemed on the...
Gay