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"Do porn sex gay you have any idea how stressful my job is, Justin?" "Sir?" Justin didn see the relevancy of the question, but he wasn about to upset Don. "I oversee every department. You e responsible for your own work, but Im responsible for myself and everyone else. Do you have any idea how stressful that is?" Justin was unsure how to answer. He didn want to say the wrong thing, so he kept quiet. "And what recourse do I have? Golf on the weekends? Sex with my wife about once a month? Ill tell you, sometimes a man gets so bottled up." Don let out an aggravated sigh. "Come over here for a second," Don ordered. Justin was unsure of what he meant but, given his situation, he wasn about to disobey. He hesitantly stood up from the chair. "Yes, around my desk! God, you move slower than a federal bureaucracy." Justin apologized, scurried around Dons desk and stood beside him. "Feel that. Go ahead, put your hand on my shoulder. Can you feel that tension? It feels like Ive got a metal plate porn sex gay in there." Justin hesitated again. Standing in such close proximity to Don made him nervous enough; did the colossus of a man actually want him to reach out and touch him?

Don had spun his chair around so Justin could reach his back. He paused momentarily, then, feeling nothing on his shoulder, turned his head and shot Justin a glare of scornful reproach. "Jesus, do I talk to hear myself speak?" "No, of course not, I was just, I wasn sure if..." Justin stumbled over his words before trailing off into an incoherent mumble. Don turned around again so Justin could reach his back. Justin stepped closer, took a deep breath and delicately laid his hand on Dons shoulder. He could feel the striations of hard muscle through his porn sex gay neatly pressed oxford shirt. His shoulders were as broad as a rolling hill. Justin had seen Dons pictures, but they gave no clear indication of his true size. When they had finally met, Justin was surprised—and pleased—to see how large he was. Don had told Justin that he played middle linebacker in college, which, given Dons physical stature and aggressive porn sex gay nature, was easy enough to believe. "Can you feel that? Can porn sex gay you feel that stress?" Don asked, "You have to rub it with more pressure, and use both hands, for Gods sake." Justin brought his other hand up and placed it symmetrically on the other shoulder. "It is, sir, its very hard," Justin spoke sycophantically. "Whens the last time you had a vacation?" "Vacation?! Goes to show how much you pay attention around here. Do you have any idea what this place would be like if I took a vacation?" "You e right, sir, we do depend on you. I can porn sex gay imagine what would happen if—" "Oh, cut the crap. Just rub porn sex gay my shoulder a little harder, would you? That feels good." Justin paused momentarily with an incredulous countenance (only because Don faced the other way and couldn see him). But he didn stop for long. He was in a precarious position and didn want to lose whatever footing he may have had. He began to work Dons sore muscles, kneading his expansive backside with his palms and fingers.