Steve's day at work was uneventful--other than the several times he found himself sitting down too quickly and
stimulating his sensitive asshole, or trying to use the restroom and touching himself instead. He didn't have
anything too important to do today--mostly work on spreadsheets--which was fortunate, because he could barely
see his computer screen past his dick, and could barely move his arms to type without knocking something over
or jostling against his unbelievably sensitive nipple.
By the time of the 3pm meeting, Steve was exhausted and sticky, his hair matted against his head. "Steve, are
you ready for your presentation?" his boss smiled. Steve sighed and hefted himself up, waddling to the end of
the room. He felt ridiculous delivering a powerpoint presentation completely nude, his dick standing proudly
in the air, but carried on. "As you can see on this graph, we--" Steve winced as the arm he used to point
brushed against his nipple. "We--uh--uh--ahhhh" Steve came once more, spurting all over himself and the
screen. The group politely waited for him to finish, though, and he did.
As he left the office, his friend Dan walked up. "Hey, great presentation!" he said." "Uh, thanks," Steve
replied in consternation. Dan continued: "By the way, could you do me a huge favor?" "Sure!" Steve said, happy
that his friends were still his friends, at least. "Thanks, Steve! Well, my brother just broke up with his
boyfriend, and he's looking to get back on the market." Steve gulped: "Uh, what--" Dan ignored him. "He's
totally your type too: big blue eyes, dark hair, beard, and works out like a motherfucker! I mean, he's not as
buff as you of course." Dan laughed and swatted Steve on the shoulder. "So whatta ya think?"
Steve: "I--"