by vicarswanktoo » Sat Feb 17, 2024 10:59 am
I was working at a broadcast facility and was a very long term employee. I had held many technical positions and was eventually moved up (or over) to a hybrid building/equipment maintenance position. One day I could be pulling out an HVAC fan, the next I could be performing circuit board level repairs on a wireless microphone or studio camera pedestal. I arrived at work early and was generally trusted to work independently on things as they arose. Most days there was another engineer in so if I wasn’t in the shop nobody would come looking for me if an engineeer was needed during our morning news program. This was one of those days.
Talent wished to have a mirror hung in the studio to check themselves just before they went on air. Our studio supervisor had painted up an appropriate piece of plywood in the flat black that studios are painted and my job was to attach the roughly 2′ x 3′ mirror to the board and hang it from the light grid. I got to work a little early that day so I would have some extra time. The mirror would not be hung until after the morning show but I had work to do that was best done in a mostly empty building.
The house we moved into a few years earlier had large mirrors in both bathrooms. I had grown very fond of watching myself masturbate in front of those mirrors. Doing so really deepened my appreciation for my thick, shaved and trimmed cock, the various techniques of masturbating and the visual excitement of watching a large load of come shoot out of that cock. If you don’t watch yourself in the mirror I would highly recommend it- it will deepen the love you have for yourself and your body.
Today was the day I took that show on the road, as they say. I brought the mirror and myself into a back storeroom off of the downstairs shop. I set the mirror on the floor, got down on my knees and pulled out my already hard cock. Everything about this moment was so taboo- masturbating at work, wantonly watching myself in the future studio mirror, having saved my come up for a week or more, my plan to lick my sweet come off of the mirror when I was done. It didn’t take me long to reach what was a very powerful and explosive climax as I watched myself in that mirror, shooting 10-12 thick heavy ropes of come all over it. I had left it a glorious mess.
I decided to skip the come eating at that point- it was getting near the time others would be showing up for work (including the studio supervisor) and I didn’t want to start the day with come breath. And I hadn’t considered cleanup! Bleach was used, of course, but after that I finished with glass cleaner. Trouble is, even after that you could see the shadow of the come splatters as you cleaned. I finally had to sneak out to the kitchen and get some dish soap to take away the come splatter shadow stains that the glass cleaner revealed.
As I was hanging it with the studio supervisor he remarked at how clean the mirror was, even though I had been busy attaching it to the plywood and lighting grid hanger. I mumbled something about our on-air talent deserving nice things.
I smiled anytime I saw the on-air talent check themselves in that mirror. And I never told any of my co-workers, even after I left that job. For all I know the talent is still checking themselves in my once come-splattered mirror.
Vic