A Shocking Revelation About My Young Co-Worker

I've been going to a weekly masturbation party for a couple of years. On Wednesday evenings, a loosely organized group averaging around 12 guys and sometimes two or three women, gets together in the house of a single guy in quiet neighborhood. He loves hosting these weekly parties. Besides, it's a pot-luck, and he gets to keep all the leftovers. Of course, you know what we do at these parties. Besides watching porn, having a beer or two, and talking, we wank. Sometimes we wank each other. Usually, in fact. Sometimes there are blow jobs, but it's mostly ordinary wanking. Of course it's not so ordinary. We still, each one of us, I think, get a kick of out the freedom of easily wanking with friends. It's an awesome experience you'll have to try sometime. Anyway, a couple of months ago, I arrived, took off my clothes in what we call the 'clothing bedroom' in order to be naked with everyone else, went into the living room, and immediately noticed something strikingly different. One of the guys there, the youngest one in fact, had not been there before. And I knew him. I know him well. Tony works in my office. He's kind of a prodigy, at 19 years old. Didn't go to college, and doesn't need to. He knows what he is doing better than i, who has an advanced degree in computer science and have been doing it for nearly 20 years. He also looks young for his age. He has long brown hair that he keeps in a pony tail, and a boyish face. He is thin, and of average height, with a very light complexion. Like me, he doesn't seem to get in the sun very much. We have done several projects together. We are what's called 'extreme' programmers. Every two weeks, the people in our office team up, usually in varying groups of two, to solve problems or create new software features. Extreme programmers get to know each other quite well. During our workday, we talk about everything from what kind of sandwiches we like, to card games. Except, we've never talked about sex, other than the occasional rude but mild, or politically-incorrect joke. For a split second, I wanted to bolt. To just run, or at least hide behind a door or something. Here was this guy, Tony, looking straight at me. At my cock, in fact. There was nowhere I could go. Here he was staring straight at me, seeing me in the nude. OMG! I would have never dreamed of him knowing I went here. It was a huge secret I've been keeping, even from my wife. She just knows I go to a 'men's group' on Wednesdays. She probably thinks we watch football games or something. Now, Tony knew the whole truth! After a minute, I calmed down. It occurred to me that if Tony was here, it was only for the same reason I was: To enjoy the hands-on company of like-minded men. As my heart rate returned to normal, a glow of gladness started flowing over me. I was so happy that Tony was interested in the same stuff! His reaction was totally opposite mine. As soon as he recognized me, he broke out in a big grin! He was so happy to see me there, to have a friend at his first meeting of the wankers. He had no problem at all with me seeing his smoothly shaved, thin but somewhat long, already-erect penis. My next emotion was a bit of shame, I guess. What if he thought I was old and ugly? Well, there was nothing to be done about that. Anyway, I certainly wasn't the heaviest person there, and not the oldest, either. Why John is 77 years old. I needn't have worried. Tony came and sat on a sofa right next to me right away. We started chattering like a couple of parakeets about work, lifestyle, even masturbatory habits. The next thing I know, he was reaching out, and gently stroking my penis which hardened in his hand rapidly. I, of course, returned the favor, while three or four people stopped what they were doing briefly to watch us. Tony is good looker, and I was proud to be doing stuff with him. And so, we had the first of many wonderful Wednesday evenings. We've been meeting there every week since. For a while, I was concerned that Tony, in his 19-year-old, totally open about sexual things way, might tell everyone in the office about what a wonderful time he had wanking with me. Geez, that would be terrible, wouldn't it? Or would it? I mean, wouldn't it really be something if everyone knew I was a wanker, were totally OK with it, maybe even encouraging, and maybe even... hope of hopes, willing to join us in our Wednesday group? And Tony is not like us older generation. It seems the young guys are perfectly willing to talk about masturbation, sex, and even try things. Oh, I wish I, and the people around me, could have been that open in my youth. Anyway, he never said a word at the office. It is our secret, for now. There's this woman Tammy in the office...