Electrical Closet Suck
The brown, light-skinned guy in his twenties had been assigned to me while I did some work in their factory. Mostly he followed me around and opened locked doors and snuck the occasional cigarette.
A loud click and the door lock opened. We entered a small, cinder block room, with a dusty floor and a single bare light bulb that provided just enough light to see the equipment I needed to work on. I crouched in the dusty floor, sweeping away the scattered cigarette butts, and unscrewed the front panel I needed to get into; handing it to him after getting his attention away from his phone. "What's so interesting about that thing?" I asked him a little annoyed. He shrugged and gave me a mischievous grin.
I laughed and asked, "What?" "Ah, you know, bitches, man," he replied, "You know what I mean."
I didn't know what he meant and went back to my work. A couple moments later, he said, "This chick wants me to come over after work, but everytime I do, all she does is complain." "I gotta listen to an hour of whining before she'll do anything."
"What do you want her to do?" I asked, kind of bored but glad to have someone to talk to while I did my mindless work.
"Shit, you know," he said, reaching down and grabbing the substantial bulge in his jeans. Admittedly, I had noticed it when I first met him, but I was there to work, not do anything else, so my mind wasn't tracking that way.
I smiled at his statement and my eyes lingered a little longer than they should have on his bulge. "Maybe she's afraid of it," I said, giving him a wink and then quickly turning back to my work, wondering why I would say that to him.
He laughed a little and asked, "You got a woman?"
I shrugged noncommittally.
"What's that mean?" he asked.
"Um, not really my thing," I offered.
A longer pause, "Oh! I get it...you like dudes?" he asked, incredulous.
Not sure why I was even talking about this, I said, "Can't be the first that you've met, man, it's 2022 for God's sake."
"Nah, nah man, it's all good, my cousin's gay too," "It's all good!" He assured me. Well, there it was, I was outed to this stranger. I didn't really care that much, but I didn't want my work there to be about the gay dude that worked on their building.
The next few minutes were crucial. If he started treating me differently, it was time to finish up and get the fuck out of there, if he was cool, I could work at my pace and make sure it was done right.
"Hey, can you hand me that?" I asked, reaching up to a screwdriver I'd placed on a shelf above me, a little out of my reach. He stepped close and grabbed the tool, handing it down. He was still looking at his phone, but he didn't move back, keeping his crotch at my eye level. I coughed slightly and he didn't move, but instead adjusted his crotch, which to my imagination was looking a little fuller. I went back to my work but felt how close he was and could see his bulge out of the corner of my eye. I thought I knew what he was doing and said, "You know not every gay dude is some horny guy who will fuck everything they see," I informed him.
He stepped back and didn't say anything. "Bingo!" I thought. "Go make sure the door is locked," I told him. He dropped his phone in his pocket and I heard him click the door lock from the inside, locking us both in this small, dingy room. He stepped close to me again and I turned, looking up at him smiling down at me. "You don't fucking tell anybody about this, right?" I asked him, seriously. He simply nodded and then unbuckled his jeans. I unzipped his zipper and reached into his pants, no underwear blocking my path. "No undies?" I asked. He chuckled and said he never wears them. I pulled his thick, hardening cock out, and pulled the light brown hood back, revealing a nice cock head which was already glistening with precum. "How long it's been?" I asked, meaning since he'd cum. "Too long," he replied, gently putting his hand on the back of my head and urging me closer.
I opened my mouth and savored that first contact of the soft skin of his dick laying onto my tongue. He moaned as I closed my lips around him and gently sucked. "Ah fuck...." he grunted. His dick swelled in my mouth as he got fully hard, and he pushed in, banging on the entrance of my throat. "Hang on," I said, getting up on my knees and adjusting my position. I held his hips and guided him in, his cock sinking into my throat as my nose buried into his thick, black, pubic hair. My hands pulled his jeans down around his knees and I tickled the back of his thighs, moving up until I cupped his small, tight ass cheeks in my hands. I squeezed him and he bucked in my mouth. He liked it and I did it again, now also guiding him in and out of me, letting him fuck my mouth and throat. "Fuck, you're good at this!" he moaned. I appreciate the compliment and murmured a thank you around the thick cock pounding me. "Can I cum in you?" he asked. I nodded that it was okay and he started to pump me in short, hard motions. I held him on my tongue as he reached down and started to jerk himself off. His eyes screwed shut and he arched his back, sending his cum flying out and splashing off the roof of my mouth. I clamped down hard on him, not wanting to spill a drop, and feeling his hard shaft continue to fill my mouth.
Finally he stopped cumming and looked down at me, I think surprised to see his cock was still held in my mouth. "You gonna swallow?" he grinned at me. I gently pulled him out, looked up at him, and swallowed, then licked my lips. Still holding him, I leaned forward and licked the cum off the tip of him. "Fucking hot man!" he said as I continued to lick his cock and played with his balls. "Can you go again?" I asked. He didn't say no and didn't attempt to move away from me, so I slid his softened dick back in my mouth. Massaging his ass cheeks he moaned and I felt him grow inside me. I pulled his cheeks apart and as I slid a finger down his crack, he flinched and pulled back. "Okay, too much!" I thought and let my fingers glide away from his hole.
I sucked him for several minutes, knowing I'd have to work hard for the second load. My hands still kneaded his rear until he held my wrist and pushed my hand back toward the middle. "You sure?" I asked him, giving my jaw a break. He nodded slightly and I pushed my fingers into his crack, gently running them up and down, but avoiding his hole. One of my hands held his thigh as the other teased his crack. I took his balls in my mouth and used my hand to push him open a little, letting my tongue wander to the back of his sack where I met my fingers, quickly getting them wet with spit. His cock draped over my face as I nibbled at him and got my fingers wet. Now for the big test, I settled my index finger on his hole and gently pushed. His legs spread wide and I pushed in, my finger sinking into the first knuckle.
"Fuck," he exclaimed and I felt him wince. "First timer," I thought, but I didn't stop and held my finger there. Slipping his dick back in my mouth, I distracted him until I felt he was ready and then pushed my finger in a little harder. "Fuck, right there!" he moaned, now very comfortable. I pushed on his prostate as I sucked him, his body now bouncing against my face. "I'm gonna cum, man!" he hissed in a low whisper. I tried to hold him in my mouth, but he pulled out and started jerking off right as his dick cleared my mouth, sending arcs of cum onto my face and into my open mouth. "Fuck yeah!" he said, over and over as he painted my face with cum, jerking off all over me.
I wiped as much as I could into my mouth and then used the paper towels in my toolkit to clean up the rest of the way. "You've always wanted to do that, haven't you?" I asked, watching him stuff himself back into his jeans. "What?" he asked. "Cum on a guy's face?" I replied. He smiled a little sheepishly. I knew I'd pushed his limits enough for one day.
Getting back to work I said, "All right, help me finish up so I can get this done." He nodded and smiled at me, now once again the cocky twenty something I'd met just an hour ago.