The day had dragged on and school was finally over, but I still had to go to work. I dragged my feet in, as I was tired from both a late night and the previous two weeks of state testing and SATs. Jim, the head boss of the store, was at another location to help with their inventory. Erik, the warehouse manager, was left in charge. At 3:00, Erik left for the day, which allowed everyone some freedom.
After working for nearly three hours I began to clean up and get ready for the day to end. I was in the restroom washing off dirt and grime from my arms, when James walked into the adjoining break room.
'You going home soon?' he asked.
'Sure am...just have thirty minutes of traffic, and I'm done!'
'That's cool. I'm staying until 7:00 tonight,' he said as he walked to the toilet.
'That's insane! I can barely stand staying for three hours, and you're here for eleven! But I guess it's a bit easier since you're already out of school.' I turned off the water.
'Ummmm hmmm...' he moaned.
I listened for a minute and heard a slight slapping noise. Intrigued, I walked towards the stall and peeped through the crack in the door. To my surprise, he was sitting on the toilet whacking off. I stared, looking at his eight inch cock.
'Oh God!' Did I say that?! I looked at his face, which showed he hadn't heard anything.
I reached a hand over and unlocked the stall. His eyes remained closed as I slipped in and unlocked the door. I reached down and massaged his balls. He opened his eyes in shock.
'What are you doing?!' he nearly yelled.
'Just offering a hand.' I winked.
He relaxed and I took his meat into my hand and began rubbing it slowly at first, then building speed. I felt his cock harden even more and I slowed down, prolonging his orgasm. I sped up again and he unexpectedly shot his load into my face with a gasp. He rubbed some of his cum off with his finger and fed it to me.
He reached down and rubbed my crotch. My dick was rock hard. I pulled down my shorts and boxers and we switched spots, him crouching in front of the pot while I sat on it. He rubbed my six inch cock up and down, twisting his hand around. I quickly felt waves of pleasure wash over me. He dripped spit from his mouth down onto my cockhead and used it to lubricate my cock. I quickly rose to orgasm and shot my load.
We cleaned up and went on our separate ways, him back to work and myself on to home. Nothing has happened since, but we still look at each other in a special way.