The front of my pants has grown tight again and I shift uncomfortably in my chair.My dick feels confined,tied down,constrained.My balls throb like a heart ache,each pulse of blood painful.I wiggle a little,drop a hand to my crotch to rearrange things there,and give myself a healthy squeeze that makes my breath catch in the back of my throat.If Evan weren’t out in the main office,if I were truly alone,I wouldn’t even bother heading for the bathroom right now.Just tug down my zipper a bit and stroke myself through myopen fly right here at my desk.
Unconsciously,my fingers pick at the front of my pants,the zipper caught between my forefinger and thumb.I give it an experimental pull but stop myself before I can get carried away.Evan is right there.If I lean a little to the left,I can see him—
Turned away from his desk,facing my office.Watching me.