Do u work at ECU? Think I just walked past ya.
‘Holy hell,’ I mutter, whipping my head around so fast my headset nearly slides off. It’s a real profile after all.
‘Sorry?’ a voice at the end of the phone line says.
Jesus Christ. Forgot I was browsing Grindr while on a work call.
‘Uh – that’s H for Holy …’ I say. ‘Uh, sorry, I was looking at the wrong code – give me a moment.’
I don’t wanna get fired. I focus on helping the student.
The moment the call is wrapped up, I reply to the rough-trade guy.
Yeah man I work in the call centre. Staff only up here on this level tho. Which department were you in? Have you left or still here? U staff or student?
He sees the message. My breath catches in my throat as I scan the room. How is there a guy this hot here and I didn’t notice?
A new message appears.Not staff or student. My BF is a physio student. I was dropping his prac documents to Student Services for him. Still here. Just in the dunnies. Pretty quiet here ay ;)
My pulse quickens.Is that an invitation?I add the smirking-face emoji to suggest that, if he’s offering a sordid tryst in the work dunnies, I would absolutely be into it. Maybe it’s crazy but you gotta roll with these things when they fall into your lap. Some days you can spend hours talking to a hundred guys and get nowhere. Other days, a two-minute exchange between the right two guys leads to an instant hookup so hot it should be in porn.
The muscle bro replies.Cum meet me here and find out. ;)
My dick springs to attention. If there’s one thing I know for sure about myself, it’s that I’m horny all the time. SometimesI shoot three or four loads a day. I blame it on the Italian genes and the homo genes fusing together to make me one giant super slut.
But surely I am notthatmuch of a rampant man whore as to abandon my teammates during a work crisis for a dirty fuck with a stranger in the dunnies?
You know what? Iam.
I glance around to make sure the coast will be clear. Of the other three guys, one is away sick and the other two are on calls.
I mouth ‘Toilet!’ at my supervisor Carol and jog down the corridor with my headset still on.
I head into the dunnies. The muscle bro is standing there gormless, hands in his pockets and eyes on me. He’s not in hi-vis, but he’s the same guy: dark Italian features, thick veiny neck, tattooed muscles bulging from a too-tight black sports polo from a gym where he must work. Tight shorts hug his muscular arse. He smells of sweat and protein farts. I think he was in here taking a dump until I replied.
‘Hey,’ I say. ‘You’re real.’
‘Hey,’ he says. ‘You’re hot.’
We start making out, hypersexual animals. His mouth tastes like meat pie.
A ringing sound comes through in my ear.
‘Shit!’ I cry, pulling away.
I’m an idiot. I forgot to log off the phones.
‘Can’t you ignore it?’ the guy asks, leaning in to kiss me again.
It badly hurts my stats if I don’t answer – plus Carol will murder me.
‘Two seconds,’ I say, putting my hands around his arse and squeezing. His butt cheeks are like concrete. ‘I can answer it from here.’
I press the button on my headset and take the call. I talk the student through the process, while unzipping my fly and floppingmy semi out, jerking my head at the bro for him to go down on me while I’m on the call. He shakes his head.
‘Nah, I don’t suck cock,’ he says gruffly.
I cover the headset with my hand. ‘How can you not – what?’
