A Job in the Theatre Chapter 18

"You are not going to believe this," Andrew said. He managed one of Ted's businesses down by the beach. He was one of the few employees who were aware of Ted's special interests.

"Believe what?" Ted asked taking the bait.

"A new guy started working out over there about a week ago," Andrew said indicating the beach behind him. There was an area in the sand with a weight bench. Although it was a public area, amateur weight lifters kept some equipment there for their workouts. They could lift weights while watching the people stroll the beach. More importantly, people strolling the beach could watch them.

"And?"

Andrew leaned in close and whispered, "And they say he has a huge cock...as in really huge."

Ted's interest was immediately piqued. He was well endowed himself. In fact, he was so well endowed it almost presented more problems than benefits when it came to lovers.

"I'm listening," Ted said looking over Andrew's shoulder at the beach, "What else do they say?"

"Well, they are not too fond of him. It seems that he plays for the other team, if you know what I mean. There is a place a few miles down the beach for those types. So they are a little upset with him. I thought you would be interested."

Ted turned back to Andrew, gave him a smile. "You were right." Andrew was straight, but knew how to keep a secret.

"I could introduce you. I met him the other day."

Ted felt a tingle in his crotch. Guys with monster cocks didn't grow on trees. He was not about to pass up an opportunity. Ted glanced in the mirror beside Andrew. He was wearing a dress shirt, French cuffs, and perfectly knotted tie. He reached up and loosened his tie and pulled it from around his neck. He opened the first button or two of his shirt trying to look more causal. It was hard to do in tailored clothes.

"There he is now," Andrew said nodding towards the blonde haired guy walking to the weight area. He was wearing sweats, appeared to be of average height. Even his jacket couldn't hide his broad chest.