Are they was peeking in the stall, I thought to myself? No, they are probably just checking to see if it’s empty. However, the feet under the door a...e not moving. They are peeking in the stall. This is when my voyeurism side kicked in.They want a show, then get a load of this. I grabbed my manhood and started to pull on it. Soon it rose to the occasion. Now, I’m not one of those wonder of nature sized guys, but no one has ever labeled me puny either. And I have always been proud of what I have. ”“Not even close,” I said. “There was never any quid pro quo, and in a number of cases, once it looked as if I might hire someone, I gave them the option. In every case, they decided they’d rather work for me than sleep with me.”“So maybe that answers my second question,” Deborah said with a rueful smile.“Feel free to ask. None of them will pull any punches or mince words. Nor will any of them deny it, at least in private. Actually, they might, at first, so they could check with me or. I tried to move to the side, but seemed to merely put myself in line withother runners. Fortunately I had missed the first two laps of the runand I was able to continue to the end, breathlessly following up the packas Coach whistled the group to stop.The following set of calisthenics proved only slightly less humiliating,since I was in the midst of the pack of boys, struggling to keep up withthe squats, thrusts, arm waggles and pushups. (I couldn't do even onepushup either, but faked. Soon after entering I spotted a guy at the bar that was cute, and looking kind of mopey by himself. The friend with him was occupied by a gal, leaving him the third wheel. Clean cut, ex-hockey or football-player looking type, larger build, just the way I like men, with some meat on them. Very short light brown hair and blue eyes, a face with a little softness to it-some might call it a baby face, I found it charming. Mid 20's maybe, with a sad smile and down cast eyes. Looking like he's feeling.