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Christian – 19 5'7" 120 pounds of twink smooth tan skin with a mop of curly hair he likes to dye the tips of blond, red, green, or blue. 8 thick inches of boy meat and a tight bubble butt.
Bret – 34 5'5" 200 pounds of daddy muscle with a bit of fat over it. Thick 6.5 inch cock that Christian loves just not enough to never use another when convenient.
Martin – 34 5'5" 250 pounds of neck bearded hairy bear. Shy and hyper nerdy de doesn't get lots of attention from other gay dudes.
I had known of him from seeing him in the corner of the bar talking up the gogo boys but otherwise not much else. He was cute in his own way with a pot belly that stretched the shirts he wore and a chest and arms to match. Definitely not a gym type like most of Bret's friends and in fact was not one of Bret's circle. He walked into my life when I got hired at a new Tech job as a help desk person. He had been working there before me and we were both going to be on the night shift where there were only 4 total people left after 9. So we started to talk.
Well, He started to talk to me. Started out just saying how we saw each other around at the bar. I learned we had some things in common and within a week I was getting some bad, bad ideas. Most guys at the bar stay away from him for being not super attractive and socially awkward, but he is sweet in a small setting if a bit strange at times. I didn't even give Bret a second thought when I started making physical contact and being physically flirty with him.
The next time we saw him at the bar, I talked to him and had him hang with the group. He saw I was with Bret, but I was still flirty and cute with him like I was to everyone. He did not dance. Just watched me and everyone else dance. I knew he was watching me the most though cause based on how much he loved the twink gogo boys. It was well overdue for me to make my move on this new daddy bear. I just had to hope his cock would guide him into me.
When I went into work next, I started by calling him my work husband to introduce to him a new level of intimacy and any time we were mostly alone I would be even closer to him. I convinced him to move his desk with me to a part opposite the few other people that worked over night and even started sitting in his lap at work. He did not object at all and started to get the hint. He was so cute. He would place his hands closer and closer to erotic areas and make my heart race knowing just how bad it would look if Bret would see how we were acting. Then finally we crossed the point of no return.
One particularly late Thursday I made sure we were the only 2 left and sat happily on his lap most of the time up until it was time to go. He finally got the courage to kiss me.
"I don't know what this is but I hope you don't get upset I just have to do this." He said right before giving me as tender a kiss as Bret had when he told me he loved me. My stomach was doing backflips. It felt just the same and I loved it. I pictured Bret seeing me kiss this Adorable Gummy Bear of a man the same way I had kissed him, and I couldn't take it.
"I love Bret." I said. And Martin's face told me his heart was hurt. "But I love what we are doing too, daddy. You are my work husband after all." His face lit back up and I beamed right back.
"That's great baby boy." And he kissed me more. Before I knew it I was wrapping my arms around his thick neck and sinking into his belly as we made out on the clock alone in the office. Overall he was not technically as great as Bret but the taboo of if my boyfriend found out he would kill me more than made up for it in erotic pleasure.
"Daddy we better get going somewhere more private" I whispered. He nodded. We got up and left to clock out but stayed in the building alone. I pulled him into a bathroom and that was it.
I stripped off his tight polo and his hairy chest and belly were exactly what I was hoping for. I let him peal off my clothes down to my jock that was straining to hold my big cock. He was more than pleased to see that and got on his knees to suck me as I dripped precum. His fingers found his out oozing cock head in his pants and were coated in his lube. As he sucked, he started to immediately open me up. He looks up for approval but me pushing into his fingers was plenty of go ahead. His precum slick, thick fingers felt good opening my smooth twink hole.
While 2 of his chubby digits opened me up, I ran my own through his hair and moan in delight as this big daddy swallowed my meat to the root. I had to push him off me in a couple minuets since his rubbing my prostate and mouth were drawing out my load faster than I wanted. I wanted him to breed me with his bear cock. So we switched places and I pulled down his work pants so he was in just his boxer briefs only to be met with the cutest fat cock. No more than 5.5 to 6 inches but sexy and proud. I swallowed him right back.
"Oh fuck yes baby!" was all he could say. I figured he didn't get to hook up all that much based on how got treated at the bar and just our conversation leading to this moment. So, he was going wild for all the attention I was giving him.
His precum and my throat coated his cock with lubrication and after about 5 solid min of working him, we were ready. I got up and turned to the sink mirror in the handicap stall. Bracing for him to use like the cheating whore I was. I felt his belly and his head press into me. I looked up to the mirror to see his eyes roll and mouth "god yes" as my tight twink ass welcomed him into me.
He bit his lower lip and I pushed against him until we were fully connected. Moaning in unison as the tension of the last couple of weeks reached its peak before we rushed to the finial conclusion. Our eyes locked in the mirror. I nodded. Pull back. Thrust in. Pull back. Thrust in. It was like I was getting fucked by a train. Being over a hundred pounds more than me an shorter, meant he was a dense mass behind that fat cock. I was loving it.
The bathroom quickly filled with slapping and moaning and cursing. At one point I would bet you would know who was fucking who from 5 feet outside the bathroom. Good thing Bret was never going to surprise me on these late shifts. Martin was becoming an animal. No real words. Just heavy breathing, some grunts, and really getting into hammering me into the sink. I had to hold on just to not get pounded into the wall. He was in full control of me little bubble ass, like I was his personal flesh jack.
It did no last too long this round. Like I said I think he was not used to getting to actually hook up. I wonder how many days or weeks of load he is about to deposit in me before I go home to my love.
Then Martin shifted and started to do really short fast thrusts. It was like he was aggressively rubbing my prostate and he got really intense. Before I knew it my cock was shooting, and my ass was milking him. Blast after blast of my load splattered against the bathroom tile and soon he started doing the same to my guts. White, thick, hot cum flooded into me from Martin and he almost blanked out.
It took us both a few minutes and to catch our breath. Unlike when daddy Terry fucked me in the living room, we had time to recover and bask. I turned and hugged and kissed Martin's neck beard. We kissed mostly naked in the work bathroom we filled with our sex and he was the only man I thought of for several minutes.
"I loved that." I said with our foreheads touching.
"Me too. You are so amazing. Bret is very lucky." He sighed as he pushed me away.
"So is my work husband." I winked and got a small smile from him. Grabbing his had as we left the bathroom, we walked to my car and I kissed him softly and long before driving home with his load still in me by the time I got into bed.
In the middle of the night, I woke Bret up and had him fuck my brains out with it playing the night on repeat. I think I am definitely addicted to cheating... oh well...