I just don't' know where to begin this. It's so fuzzy now and what really stands out in my memory is the actual event rather than what lead up to it. This is something that will be with me for the rest of my life. I guess for the sake of clarity I should tell you something about the people involved. My name is Jim and the other person's name is Brad. We have last names but it's not important as to what they are since there are no other persons with the same name in this story. The detail of all the events that I'm going to relate are completely true and have not been altered in any way. No alteration was need as it's all sexy enough without adding to it. I'm an electrician for a midwest electric utility and have worked for this company for 15 years. Brad has been employed with the company for about 10 years. I'm 5' 11" and 175 pounds with dark brown hair. Brad's 5' 11" and 180 pounds blond hair. Brad's married and has a daughter that's about 3 years old. I'm divorced of more than 17 years and that's about all the rest that matters about me except that I'm gay and it's common knowledge among the people that I work with, though it's not discussed. I've never told anyone but because I live with another guy and am seen with him extensively it's gotten to be something that everyone knows. The way our work routine is organized calls for us electricians to work together as 2 and 3 man teams. On some jobs we all pool together to do the larger tasks that really can't be done by just 2 guys. There are usually one 2 man team, one 3 man team, and another person that sometimes works with a helper as another team. We all rotate between the vehicles that we drive and change at least one person between the teams about every 3 months. It happened to be the day that we changed teams and I had seen the pattern that was established as to who I'd get as my next partner. It was Brad. He and I had not been close while he was an apprentice and I had never been assigned to work with him for any extended length of time until today. I was hoping that we would get along OK and the 3 months would pass quickly. I tried to be pleasant and carry on conversations that I thought he would like. Now, Brad's several years younger than I am and I have quite a bit more work experience than he has so there were some times in the past that we didn't agree on how things would be done when it came to a particular job. Everything started out pretty much as I thought it might in that we had an assignment to go to a remote part of our distribution territory and check out a bank of voltage regulators that one of the troublemen had reported as not performing reliably. We arrived at the location after about an hour of driving and had to wait for the troubleman to do some switching. We heard the troubleman talking over the radio to the dispatcher and because we were both familiar with the process of switching this set of regulators out of service, we knew it would take several hours before we could actually start work. We made the best of the time by drinking coffee and eating some donuts. Along with this went reading a newspaper and finally we fell into conversation. Brad started directing the conversation by saying "I've been dreading the day that we got assigned together." I thought to myself that he was going to open up and tell me that he couldn't stand being alone with a queer or something like that. I've had some suspicions about Brad maybe being a latent homo but never did dwell too long on it as I thought I'd never find out. As I was not going to take anything abusive from him I countered by saying, "Yeah, me too." He looked at me with a surprised look on his face. I only glanced up at him to catch his reaction to what I had said and went back to looking at the newspaper. After a few moments of silence and a couple exchanges over the radio by the working troubleman, he turned just a couple degrees in his seat and asked, "Why do you say that?" I said, "Well, I really don't think you and I will get along too well for the next 3 months." He replied, "I don't think we'll have any trouble as long as you don't start becoming more of an asshole than you already are." I didn't volley back and forth with this as I had thought about doing earlier. I just let it drop. A couple minutes later he said he had to take a piss and with that he got out and walked around the truck from the passenger's side and went to the rear then over to the driver's side by the back bumper and faced the ditch. We were parked facing the oncoming traffic so that we could unload equipment and operate the boom on the truck that we were in. Since we were in a totally rural area and there were almost no vehicles on that road I thought he could have accomplished his task from his side of the vehicle. I took advantage of this though, and looked in the rear view mirror to get a look at his cock. He held it with his right hand and was facing the ditch so I could only see the piss stream. Oh well, I've seen him naked in the shower before. Come to think of it, I think he had half a hardon the other time I saw his cock. He had been in the shower with 4 other guys that had been working on a rather hot and dirty job in the power plant and had all gone in ahead of the rest of the guys for an early shower. I happened to walk into the locker room as he was returning to his locker from the shower. He had a towel in hand that he was using to dry his arms. He hadn't stopped in the shower area to towel off and was still dripping. I caught a brief glimpse of his cock and it looked as though it was at least half hard. As soon as he saw the door opening he moved the towel to hide his cock. Thus, I was only given a brief glimpse and when I looked up at his face he was really frowning at me. Funny that I hadn't remembered that until now as I'm writing this story. Oh, well. Back to the roadside. After finishing his piss job, Brad returned to the truck and loosened his coat a bit and made himself more comfortable. The weather was still quite cool since it was still early spring. We talked for a few more minutes and I felt the urge to piss myself. I announced what I was going to do by saying that I was going back to piss in the ditch like he had done. Brad just said, "Whatever turns you on." and continued looking at the newspaper. I walked to the back of the truck where Brad had been pissing and turned just a bit more towards the truck than what Brad had been. I was hoping to catch him peeking at me. I don't know for sure if he looked or not but I took care to give him the opportunity. I shook my dick quite a bit and made quite a show of it. After getting back into the truck our conversation progressed a bit and for all the tea in China, I can't recall how it progressed but it twisted and turned until we were discussing things that turned us on. I was very evasive and only admitted that I was very visually stimulated. Brad admitted that too and we continued to talk for a while longer. Pretty soon the troubleman arrived and we completed our job and started the drive back to our works headquarters. That day ended and we went home. I remember thinking about our conversation of earlier that day and I wondered to myself why we had that conversation. It puzzled me for a few minutes and then I was home. The next few days we started working with the other crew to form a larger work group and didn't get back to our 2 man crew configuration for quite a while. It was probably 5 weeks before we were back in pairs and now there was nothing to do but routine maintenance and whatever came up that needed immediate attention. We drove many miles each day and for the most part our conversations didn't lead into anything of the nature that we had when we were first working together. The days were slowing down as summer approached and the weather got hotter. Finally one day came along and we were sitting at a substation by the river (guess which one) looking at some magazines which had been under the seat of the truck for quite some time. Each of the trucks had a small collection of magazines like Playboy and Penthouse. These were the times when these magazines got remembered and looked at. We were really quite bored so I picked up a magazine and started flipping through the pages while Brad did the same. I thought about our earlier conversation and reminded Brad about it. I asked him, "What do you think of this picture? Doesn't it look nasty?" With that I held up the magazine and displayed a woman with her legs spread exposing her cunt. He said, "Well, she's sure not inhibited!" Then I found one of another woman with her pussy shaved and showed it to him. He said, "Now that looks nasty!" A few more pages into the magazine and I found a picture of a man and woman fucking. He was fucking the woman that had her pussy shaved and it looked like his hair had been shaved too. I showed this to him and asked what he thought about that. He said, "It looks like the guy's going to have razor burn from the stubble of her pussy." I said, "What about him? He looks shaved too." That's when I thought I was hearing things wrong. Brad said, "I think that's really sexy looking." So I asked what was so sexy about this picture and he said, "I've always wanted to see what my cock looks like all shaved and standing up rock hard." Well, I would have loved to have seen his cock just rock hard, forget about the shave! With that he closed his magazine and since he was driving, he announced that we had better get going so that we could get the truck gassed up and leave it ready in case of a call out. We were always supposed to see that we left the trucks with the tanks full and serviced. As we were driving back I asked Brad, "Why would you tell me something like that?" He said, "Like what?" I replied, "That you have always wondered what your cock would look like all shaved and rock hard." I said, "That doesn't seem like something that would ever come up in conversation with any of the other guys. He then said, "I wouldn't ever say that around anyone but you and I trust that you won't ever say anything about it. Am I right?" This made me feel really strange but I was deeply touched that he would trust me this much. I always thought that he wouldn't trust me with any kind of confidence. I immediately said yes. Here it was, several days later and the weather's really hot and we haven't got anything to do, so to speak. We were supposed to be doing routine maintenance which meant going to as many substations as possible and checking things like nitrogen on the big transformers and look for signs of wear on the equipment, etc. Just mostly busy type work to fill in the crew reports for the foreman. We got through the morning and it had gotten really hot since lunch and we didn't feel like driving any more so we stopped at an out of the way substation several miles from the highway and at least 20 miles from the works headquarters. We pulled in and parked the truck by the station building. This building was larger than what most of the other substations were as it was planned to have twice as much equipment as it presently had. Load growth never dictated the expansion so there it sat. A square building with no windows and two doors opposite each other on two sides of the building. The building had a cement floor and the walls were made of cement blocks. Since it had been closed up except for our arrival it was somewhat cooler in the building than it was outside. We entered the building and went over to a desk that was pushed up against the wall and had been used as a sort of make-shift work bench. There were some large ceramic bushings crated and waiting for the day that they would be needed as replacements. This made for a long low structure that a person could stretch out on and take a nap. I chose the crate and Brad took the desk as it was no less than 7' in length. Plenty of room to lie down. We didn't actually take a nap, but instead just laid quietly for about 20 minutes. Brad got up from the desk and went out to the truck to get a drink of water from the insulated water cooler that all the service trucks carried. He returned after just a couple minutes and sat down on the desk. I got up and walked over to one of the doors and looked out for a few seconds then turned to see that Brad was sitting on the desk leaning back against the wall. I went over and sat down at the opposite end of the desk and leaned against the wall too. He commented that he was pleased with how well we were getting along and I replied that I was surprised about it myself. We chit-chatted a bit more and the conversation drifted to high school days. Brad was making a comparison to having to sit through a study hall on a hot fall day and waiting here until quitting time. I commented about daydreaming while sitting in study hall and he replied that he used to do that too but that he'd end up getting a hardon about the time the bell would ring. So, I said "I used to do that too." Brad looked over at me but didn't really look over far enough to see my face. It was sort of a glance that's used to acknowledge agreement. After a bit more discussion I got up to take a piss and walked over to the door where I opened it a bit and unzipped my pants and pissed. When I finished I turned to go back to the desk and Brad was walking towards me. As I looked up at him he remarked that he had to piss too. I thought nothing of it and returned to the desk and assumed my same position. He stood there at the door for quite some time and finally finished, also returning to his original position on the desk. I thought it was sure odd that we had been talking about getting a hardon in school so I thought I'd pursue this a bit further. So I asked, "When you got a hardon in school did you just carry your books in front of you to hide it?" Brad replied, "Yes, but it didn't go away until I sat down again because the feeling of the books pressing on my cock kept it hard." I was feeling really brave so I said, "You know, I'm getting a hardon now myself." Brad immediately replied with, "Me too." I asked him, "Did you have a hardon when you came back from pissing?" He said, "Yes, about half way." I thought he did but wasn't sure. I asked, "Are you hard now?" He said, "Yes." I said, "Me too." He turned his head a bit and looked down at the noticeable bulge in my jeans. I made it jump just a bit and said, "This thing's going to be with me for a while, judging from the way it feels." He said, "Yeah, me too." I said, "It looks like you've got quite a big one." He said, "It's probably no bigger than yours." I thought this is the perfect opportunity so I said, "If you show me yours, I'll show you mine." I thought he'd put an end to this and get up or something, but to my amazement he said, "You go first." So with that I hopped up and started unfastening my pants. He said, "I knew you would." And with that he got up to and started unfastening his pants. I flopped my hot dick out first and he flopped his out right away too. I took a couple long strokes on my dick to see what he'd do and he did the same. I was so excited that I was having a hard time keeping from trembling. I let go of my dick and turned just a bit more towards Brad and said go ahead and take hold of it. He reached over and put his hand around my dick and just held it firmly but gently. I reached over slowly and took his cock in my hand. When I touched his cock he sort of sighed. I started slowly stroking his beautiful cock and he followed on my cock. He trembled just a bit so I stopped and told him to get on the desk and lie down. I said, "I'm going to give you the best blowjob of your life." He laid down lengthways on the desk, close to the edge. I leaned over and took his hot cock into my mouth and started slowly working up and down on it. In and out. I'd go from the end of his cock, letting it push through my lips and on in until it's full length was hidden and my nose was touching his balls. He reached out and took my cock in his hand again and started working it with a good steady hand job. I could feel myself rapidly getting close to an orgasm so I started working more vigorously on his hard cock in my mouth. He started responding to my mouth action on his cock by pushing his hips up a bit to meet my mouth. In just a few good deep thrusts he was shooting his hot cum deep into my throat. I concentrated on milking him dry and giving him the best possible climax. That helped to stave off my own climax until he was completely through. I gave a couple long gentle licks to his now wilting cock and then took my swollen and throbbing cock in hand to get myself off. I turned and leaned against the desk and started jacking off. It wasn't but a couple seconds until I was shooting my own load. In the meantime Brad had gotten up and went to the truck for a couple paper towels. I was just milking the last of my cum from my cock when he handed me the towels. I thanked him and he smiled at me just a bit. I had no idea what to expect after this. I didn't know if Brad would be distant or of he would open up completely or just what it would be. I asked Brad if this was his first encounter and he admitted that it wasn't. He told me a bit about a guy that he had messed around with before he was married and a couple times since. He said that the other guy had become more emotionally involved than he had intended and they quit seeing each other. On the way back to the work headquarters Brad looked at me and said, "Whatever you do, don't ever tell anyone about what we did. I'll deny everything." I assured him that nobody would hear about it from me. I said, "I'm looking forward to the next time." He said, "It did make the afternoon go by quickly." With that, I knew there would be other occasions that we would spend the afternoons getting each other's cocks off. Since this whole thing took place almost 4 years ago, I can tell you that indeed there were many times. All of what I've related in this story is true and the names weren't changed to protect anyone. What about my promise not to tell? Well, you don't know who I am and you don't know who Brad is. If, perchance, you do figure it out, and you do work for the same company we do....come join me. I give great head.