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Men Only
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Gay Male / 39
A Man I Do Work For Makes Me Want To Be With Him
My name is Giorgio. I came to America in 2007 as a student and married a friend for my papers. She and I are friends, but there is nothing romantic between us.
I work for an exterminator company and I have clients that I service every three months. I have one client, he is a widower who never opens the door, only speaks to me through the door. I understand, he does not feel safe.
A few years ago when I was going around the house doing my work I came upon his bedroom, usually the window covers are closed, but that day they were not and he was laying on his bed with no clothes on with a show on tv manipulating himself. The show was of men doing sex. I watched until he reached climax and when he stood up he had a ring in his behind that he moved with his hand standing in front of his mirror. He looked at himself for a long while.
I have not said anything. I go by his house every three months and I can hear the tv in his bedroom. I know what he is doing, and why he never comes to the door to speak to me. I found a place on the side of the window where I can see into the bedroom and the mirror and I can watch him pleasuring himself. I should not be doing this, but I cannot resist either. I have a secret that I like to be with men and I would like to be with him, but that is impossible.
I work for an exterminator company and I have clients that I service every three months. I have one client, he is a widower who never opens the door, only speaks to me through the door. I understand, he does not feel safe.
A few years ago when I was going around the house doing my work I came upon his bedroom, usually the window covers are closed, but that day they were not and he was laying on his bed with no clothes on with a show on tv manipulating himself. The show was of men doing sex. I watched until he reached climax and when he stood up he had a ring in his behind that he moved with his hand standing in front of his mirror. He looked at himself for a long while.
I have not said anything. I go by his house every three months and I can hear the tv in his bedroom. I know what he is doing, and why he never comes to the door to speak to me. I found a place on the side of the window where I can see into the bedroom and the mirror and I can watch him pleasuring himself. I should not be doing this, but I cannot resist either. I have a secret that I like to be with men and I would like to be with him, but that is impossible.
