Warehouse sex

  

 It seems like my whole life has been spent in huge, expansive warehouses. From the time I was in high school, working in a large floral warehouse at Easter time, to the present day, I have been surrounded by lots of young, fit men working with their backs and hands to move products of many types through one door and out the other.

A friend of mine had gotten a job through a friend of his families. He was helping to repackage Easter lillies to be delivered to stores by the Easter holiday. Weekdays after school and on the weekends, he was making good spending money. He had called me to let me know I could work there too, if I wanted some extra cash. I decided to go to the warehouse and check it out. I had never done that kind of work before. Most of my money was earned delivering newspapers.

Walking into the building, I was struck by the heat and humidity. The air outside was still cold as Spring was still cool. The flowers needed the heat and humidity to survive. Looking around, I could see a mostly male crew working at a very rapid pace. Repotting and wrapping flowers, loading pallets and moving everything into waiting trucks. There were several women in the mix, as well, but I hardly noticed them. Because of the humidity, all of the young men had their shirts off. Each of them gleamed with sweat. I could smell their musty scent as I walked through the facility. Ages ranged from 14 to well into 40 and 50 year old men. I had on some rather tight jeans and I had to move to a descreet area to relocate my stiffening cock so that it didn't look like I had a potato in my pocket.

I could see a man about 30 years old directing most of the men. He was about 6 feet tall and slim, with broad shoulders and a tiny waist. His tight round butt was nicely tucked into faded jeans and he was wearing some black work boots. His arms were well muscled and his stomach was rippled with muscles. Sweat glistened off his upper body and beads of sweat ran down his face as he helped to load flowers onto awaiting trucks.

As I approached, he turned and greeted me. "My name is Jack, can I help you?" His eyes were a silver gray and bright. He smiled and his full lips parted to display 2 rows of beautiful white teeth. I was a bit awe struck by his presence and I could smell the sweet sweat from him wafting past me. I must've been staring for some time because the next thing I noticed was his large hand waving in my face as he said, "anyone in there? Hello, can I help you with anything???"