I've no doubt romanticized things over the years, but the story itself is true. I was working in a good job with good pay. They were very strict though, confidentiality was part of all contracts and one of the few rules was no romantic entanglements between co-workers. It was enforced too, my own supervisor was fired for cheating with someone on my level and another manager was fired for hooking up with someone beneath me. I was raised in a very strict and religious household so I knew how to follow rules with no intention of breaking them. This restrictiveness had also helped in not admitting my physical attraction to more than a single gender. I don't know how long "Mike" was there before I noticed him, just one of many whose supervision was rotated between me and a few others. But once it happened it slowly became more difficult for me not to. Mike was undeniably cute with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and beautiful long eyelashes. He had wide shoulders with a distinguished chest and something quite peculiar. It looked like his nipples were permanently aroused. It was a hot summer day but a bunch of us had sought sanctuary outdoors to thaw from the cranked air conditioning. Mike was there and I tried desperately not to stare. Someone else was brazen enough to ask about his ability to always cut glass. Turns out, his teats are more than double in length than normal. Mystery solved, I tried and failed to put it out of mind. A few days later there was an outdoor team building exercise. Mike and I were chosen to clean up afterwards. In the heat, Mike took off his shirt. He had once been a hardcore gym rat and had given it up some time before. He still had the shoulders and chest. His arms were still very big and muscular, just not as defined. His stomach, while still flat, had some cushion to it as his abs were no longer six packs due to deciding to enjoy food. I kept throwing occasional glances and he caught me more than once. After we took shade underneath a tree the discussion from the other day popped up. Finally, he said "You can touch them if you want." It was completely inappropriate but I was truly fascinated. They looked like little treats that you would feed to a pet. So I did. And I liked it. Already feeling quite brazen, I reached over to his other nipple, my fingers grazing his chest in the process. It was unintentional and I began to feel maybe a little too brazen. As I made the conscious decision to stop, I felt Mike's hand going up my shirt. We stood there for several minutes, rubbing each other's chests while playing with the nipples. Then we began alternating between rubbing chests to rubbing each other's stomachs. At one point I put my finger in his belly button and vigorously fondled it. Our breathing became shorter, our hand movements faster, and I was very aroused. So... someone then came out to check on us. The tree obscured anything and we rushed inside as if nothing had happened. What I had wanted to happen filled my spank bank for the next several days. Another one of the few perks of the job was encouragement in health matters. Once a week we could take an afternoon and go to the gym on company time. Since I was eager to lose weight myself I was usually the one who volunteered to supervise. Most of us ended up swimming, and since the fondling incident happened only a few days previously I was glad for the cold water when I saw Mike. In the showers after, we all demonstrated modesty by keeping on swim trunks on as we showered. Not Mike. Off came the trunks and I got to see him in all his glory. Normal feet, nice muscular legs consistent with the rest of him and a perfect massive bubble butt usually only seen on porn stars that just begged to be grabbed. Then there was a reminder that God does not always bless with both hands. Mike had a tiny penis on a pair of testicles that looked like they hadn't descended yet. It looked like half of a pink fun size tootsie roll on a walnut. I didn't care, it made me want him more. Maybe he was a grower? Mike's overtness made one of the other guys uncomfortable, who then said something to reveal his homophobia. Mike, in jest, threw his arms wide and charged forward. He pretended like he was going to hug the . Everyoned laughed and the pushed him away. Mike then went to the next two guys who did the same. Then he came to me and realized who I was. He froze, not sure what to do. So I threw my own arms wide, smiled and we embraced each other. We rocked violently back and forth like two friends reuniting after a long. More laughter ensued. As the laughter died down, Mike began to let go. I did too, but in a fit I almost still can't believe, my body overrode my brain and grabbed him again in a tighter embrace. We were both startled, as my grabbing him had him react by regrabbing me. He was about three inches taller than me so I looked up at his face. Mike was confused, but there was wanting too. We stood there, chest to chest. I realized in another context, this would have been the perfect time to kiss. I began to toss my head back and forth wildly and began rubbing his back in a vigorous and over the top way. He joined in too, but by this time the group had grown tired of our homoerotic joke and left. Mike and I slowed down but kept going for a few moments longer. Without the audience, I began to appreciate our torsos pressed against each other and his strong back. Mike reciprocated everything I did to him. I finally regained my self-control and myself to let go. We both wanted to continue, but knew we couldn't. Over the course of the next week, Mike did everything in his power to be near me. Volunteering for every one of my groups and begging for the front seat if we needed to take the company van someplace. And the next week in the gym showers, he took the spot next to me. He volunteered to soap my back if I did his. I happily complied, as we then had a go on each other's chests. It was then that Mike proclaimed loud enough for the stragglers that he had a bad day and needed a hug. Once alone, we had a repeat of the last week but he went a little further and his hands went under the swimsuit liner to grab my ass. This continued for over a year with our soft-core shower rendezvous. We couldn't do anything else as I needed the job. Plus, I lived in a different town and he had no car with multiple roommates. Us being anywhere near each other outside of work would be noticed. But oddly enough, we were safer continuing what we were doing. A few people had to have known about us by then. But they either didn't care, liked us together, or didn't want me fired because they all hated the lady who would replace me. One gym day, I contentedly rested my head on Mike's wet left breast. I caressed his body, he mine. I could feel his tiny dick pressed up against my leg as I wondered if I could get away with grabbing his ass. Then it happened. Mike kissed me on the nape of neck. It was so natural and romantic and even erotic. So I panicked and pulled away. Mike was startled. I tried to reclaim the moment by returning to his embrace but it had passed. He finally let go, his face down fallen. I had been kidding myself. I had taken whatever it was to be a very mutual and casual thing. No matter how much I wanted Mike, nothing further could progress. I had just assumed that he understood and now I knew otherwise. The intimacy between us was shattered. Mike acted as if I had rejected him. I tried to reconcile with him the following week but he only half-heartedly complied, releasing from our embrace after only a couple seconds. The following weeks he would rush in and out of the showers before I got there. Also during this time, Mike made a big show of flirting with every girl that was in my visual range. If he needed to do this to move on, I was fine with it. We technically didn't even have a defined relationship. To make the irony even more hippocritical, I had to reprimand him for being too suggestive with some teenage girls. Around this time, one of Mike's roommates was having some sexual identity issues. Mike was constantly taking days off or leaving early to be with him. Turns out the roommate was gay but having all kinds of problems (including suicidal thoughts) with accepting himself. While not very understanding on my part, I was hoping that they would just fuck each other and get the dick that they both wanted. Eventually, the roommate did have a breakthrough and accepted who he is. Mike had gone through a bit of an emotional ringer, with me blue balling him for a year and his roommate's issues. We had begun talking again as he needed to vent about the ordeal. He made plans to go on a biking expedition and I thought this a great idea. Go out, get some exercise, some distance, get laid. So of course, disaster happened only a few minutes into the first day. Mike had borrowed a bike and not done any safety checks on it. After setting off, the rugged terrain bounced the seat off without him noticing. Feeling adventurous, Mike ramped the first thing he could find. He came crashing down hard, with the seat post going right up his sphincter. He had to be air lifted by helicopter for immediate surgery. He was given a colostomy bag so his anal cavity could heal. Several weeks in the hospital, several more at home recouping, you won't believe how glad I was when I saw him again. Mike came back part time to get back on his feet and give him something to do. He moved around like an invalid, and everybody's happy reaction to see him come back immediately became avoidance once they noticed he smelled like . He understood and took it in stride, but it was clear it was affecting him. We had received notice that his doctor had ordered that Mike receive no special assistance in an effort for him to be self-sufficient. After a couple days of it he finally caved and asked me for help. Mike was capable of changing his bag by himself, but the lighting in the men's restroom was terrible. He just needed assistance with coordination. I went into the restroom fully secure in my position. I would simply hand him the necessary equipment and hold materials that he didn't want on a filthy sink. He lifted his shirt and removed the bag. The smell from before exploded with the removal of the bag. And just before Mike put the new one on I got to see part of his large intestine, so that was kind of cool. I partly traced the skin around the device on his stomach, a mixture of sympathy and curiosity. "Do you want to see where it happened?" I said only if he was fine with it. He lowered his pants and even spread his ass cheeks for me. The perfect pink iris I had spent so many hours dreaming about was gone. It looked like a cartoon character had planted a stick of dynamite and let it go off. In the bad light everything was black with the occasional purple. "Doctor's say nothing can be up there ever again." My initial thought was duh, as that was a very odd statement to make. He began to cry as he pulled his pants up. Then I understood. Even after Mike was healed, even if something happened that allowed us to finally be together, I could never fuck him in the ass. I know I had wanted that, and apparently he had as well. He wiped his tears and I hugged him. We stood there hugging just like in the showers only now the lust was replaced with sympathy. Time passed and Mike got better. He was healed, but due to the shortening of his intestines any potential blockage could be fatal. We even returned to the more friendly banter we once had. There was still some sexual tension, but we never did anything about it. One day, Mike pulled me aside to say he had a medical problem. Of course I was concerned after everything and offered to get him an appointment with the on-staff medical team. Mike wanted to talk to discuss a guy thing and not with a bunch of women nurses. It was a gym day and after the showers he approached me. I was already dressed but there his naked body stood for the sole reason for me to look at it. Mike was still so beautiful, he genuinely looked like a perfect Greek statue come to life. Mike put one foot on a bench and told me there was something wrong with his dick. I wanted to use his leg for balance as I knelt down nervously in front of him but resisted. I wanted to trace the surgery scar on his belly and kiss it to show how much I didn't care about this physical flaw. His turned his tiny pecker for me to get a better look. Turns out, there was a tear in the skin of his penis shaft. I knew the cause, as something similar happened to me in . I asked him about his masturbatory habits. "Immediately, every day after I get home." The longing was back in his eyes. He prefers to jerk violently so he can cum quicker, so I told him to take it easy for a few days so the skin could heal itself. "I don't think I can." I desperately wanted to just take his cock and balls in my mouth, grabbing his ass and him to face fuck me. But... he had an open wound on his junk so that was not going to happen. Plus, other people in the locker room. I turned to porn with the fury of a depraved pervert for a while after this. That was the final impasse on Mike's part. We remained polite and talkative but nothing ever happened. I made a couple suggestive moments but he avoided them. When I finally announced I was leaving, Mike was the second person to hug me. He wished me well and said he would miss me. On my final day, he avoided being near me. Even now, I feel like the decisions I made were right for me at that time. Mike was the first person who ever genuinely wanted a not that good looking, slightly overweight, completely dorky me... for me, and not what he could get from me. When my confidentiality disclosure was lifted, I made attempts to track him down. I finally succeeded. He had moved to a different state, and what I discovered was that he had been arrested for inappropriate sexual acts with a . Years of sexual fantasizing stopped instantly with lust becoming disgust. Turns out he had been arrested for something similar before I knew him, too. Now, I'm so glad nothing happened. The casual stray thought still persists though, but I push them aside.