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My Boss' Monster Cock
Part 2: Steve
Two weeks had passed since my experience with Les. For days after the event I had been hardly able to sit down, and spent my time alone furiously wanking myself off at the thought, fingering my tight hole remembering the rough, rapid pounding my little pucker had received only days earlier.
Les had been away for most of the time since and I had only caught him briefly in passing, once in the storeroom he had brushed behind me and his beer can thick bulge had pressed against my soft, tight ass, I'd become erect immediately but when I turned around all I saw was the door closing. The horny old fucker was teasing me and he knew I was gagging for it again. After three weeks I'd resigned myself to the idea that we may never get the time alone again, as the gym was getting busier over the summer and more staff had been employed.
One of these hot days I had seen Les briefly and he'd told me that he was auditing and would be in the office all day, and not to be disturbed. He'd winked at me, teasing again but knowing that we'd never get the chance to get at each other for some time.
I was on reception duty again, bored out of my skull as I watched the lunchtime rush disappear and the afternoon dragged on. I was clicking away on the Internet when a young man walked in. I asked him what he wanted, my eyes not even leaving the screen. When I did finally look at him I was dumbstruck. The man was in his late twenties, and I hadn't seen him in the gym before. I prayed he was coming to join. Easily 6'1 tall or over, he had a shaved head and a light tan. His broad shoulders and obviously enormous pecks were stretching the seams of a small grey t-shirt. Thick Celtic tattoos snaked around his enormous fore-arms and colossal biceps. His eyes were light blue and he looked, to be frank, like some sort of ex-con. My cock was immediately plumping up in my shorts when he drawled at me in a lazy Yorkshire accent. "Is Dad in?"
"Sorry?" I asked, thinking I misheard.
"My Dad Les, I'm Steve his son, just wanting to see if he's in"
I was gob smacked, and by now I was conscious that my thin blue shorts were giving away my raging arousal. Had Les said that his son was called Steve? I couldn't remember and was unsure if he'd ever mentioned having another son. I was staring at the mound of muscle and tattoos in front for so long that the man had to repeat himself. "Oh, sorry" I stammered. I buzzed Les and within minutes Steve had disappeared into the office.
My thoughts had run away with themselves and for a while I was unable to concentrate on anything, I was arching my neck to see if I could overhear anything, but all I caught were dull muffled tones and the odd raised voice or sounds of laughter. It was obvious that Steve was Les' son, you could see it in the eyes, the arms and hands and the thick neck that disappeared into large shoulders. I was wondering if he took after his daddy in other ways when my dirty train of thought was interrupted by the buzzer. "Paul?" I heard Les calling. "Yes Les?"
"Can you get us a couple of brews, mate?"
"Sure"
"One for yourself if you want too lad there's nobody around"
"OK cheers"
I got up and went to the bar to make up three teas, and brought them round on a tray. I knocked on the office door and was wondering how much Les had told his son when I saw Steve swing the door wide open. He was taller than I had thought, and his enormous frame cast a dark shadow over me as I slipped past with my tray of drinks. I laid the tray nervously on the desk in front of Les. Steve had already let the door swing shut with a loud slam and taken his seat across the desk from his father, arms folded, legs apart. "Cheers lad" Les said sipping his steaming tea. Steve winked at me and ignored his "Yea cheers mate" he purred. I picked up my cup and was about to leave when Les stopped me. "No need to leave yet Paul. Paul, Steve, Steve Paul." He introduced us and we both nodded politely to each other. "Our Steves the eldest, 29 years old now right Steve?"
"Right"
"Takes after his old man don't ya lad." Les called over the desk to his son. He blushed and his Dad winked, blatantly proud. "Steves just qualified for the nationals."
"Nationals?" I asked, wondering what sport he played, he looked too big to be athletic enough for football, maybe rugby?
"Bodybuilding" Steve clarified, quietly, obviously a little shy.
"I was just telling Steve about our chat the other night."
"Oh yea?" I was concerned and excited, not knowing exactly which chat and how much he'd told him.
"Yea" Steve took his Dads lead "he told me you went out around town the other night, said you go for the bigger types yea?"
"Oh right" I was feeling exposed as the two men faced me from the desk, me against a locker in nothing but my light shirt and small gym shorts and trainers, them filling the enormous chairs, fully clothed, legs apart and arms folded or, in Les' case, spread and resting behind his head.
Steve continued "Should have heard Dad! He says he's your type. HaHa!" I laughed nervously and Les grinned widely "Well he said as much dint ya!" Les was giggling now and I was slightly embarrassed.
"Dont let him wind you up" Steve said to me.
"He did, he said he's into big guys" Les defended himself, raising his voice in excitement
"Haha! He probably means hung guys not fat bastards!" Steve yelled back, equally excited and leaning back in his chair laughing heartily. I was laughing nervously now and Les was shaking his head. Steve continued "So, when Dad says you're into big guys, what does he mean? You mean big build? Or big...meat?" He hesitated when he said this and smirked slightly. I stumbled over my words. "Uh...well...um..."
"Come on Lad" Les nudged me and lightly grazed my shin with his big boot "Tell him"
"I guess big, err...you know. Down there"
"Oh right" Steve sat forward and took a sip from the hot tea in front of him. He turned to Les, "You're probably right then, he'd go for you if he likes guys with big knobs" He glanced at me "shame, thought you meant big build guys. Thought I was in with a chance" He winked and smiled a dirty smile at me. Les almost choked on his drink "What do you mean? I'm sure you'd measure up, ey?" He looked at me for clarification.
"Oh, uh! Yea. I don't know. I'm sure"
"No way Dad" he sighed. He stared at me and put his elbows on his knees and lowered his head. "Don't listen to him" Les yelled at me, "Our Steves got a cock like a donkey"
"Dad!"
"You have!"
"It's not as big as yours"
"Fuckin 'ell lad, who do you knows bigger than me? But you're still fucking huge"
"I don't know, Dad"
I watched as Steves Dad encouraged him on, trying to convince me that he was in fact bigger than he was admitting, and all the time I knew, or suspected, that it was all a big play for me. I was so turned on and had no intention of stopping it in its tracks.
"Why not show Paul?" Les suggested naughtily, laughing to himself
"What?"
"He'll tell you, won't you?"
"I. Uh...yea. I guess..I mean..."
"Dad you're making the lad uncomfortable stop messin with him"
Les pushed on further, and before long Steve turned to me, swivelled his chair to face me directly, legs spread so I could see clearly the heavy log in the jeans between his enormous thighs. "So, you up for it lad?" He said quietly. I paused and nodded slightly. He stood up and Les moved his chair to get a decent view. "Kneel down" he told me, and fumbled around in his draw. He pulled out a long tape measure and chucked it to me. It landed on my shoulder and unravelled down between my legs. He chuckled to himself and I watched him inch his legs apart and saw his large hands move towards his crotch. Steve was looking down at me. "So, you wanna get my jeans off?"
I slowly reached for the big heavy shiny belt buckle and snapped it open; I grabbed his jeans and slowly pulled apart the fly, popping three, four huge buttons as it widened. I could already see the outline of a heavy log running down his left leg, and as I slowly pulled his jeans down, they fell to his feet with a loud thud. "Take your top off, son" Les called over. Steve obliged and peeled off his shirt. His huge body burst out of it, enormous, smooth and tanned, he had virtually no body hair. His stomach was ripped and his pecks were almost the size of my head. He was obviously a body builder. His huge 6'2 frame carried a chest and back that I simply couldn't believe. I reached out and touched his stomach and immediately my cock got hard. "Turn around for him, son" Les instructed. Steve turned around and flexed. The first thing my eyes saw was the light, loose cotton of his boxers clinging to his big tight round bubble butt. Each buttock clenched and fell as he repositioned himself. He hooked his thumbs into his shorts and slowly lowered his shorts, exposing his two round tight muscular globes. "That OK?" He said shyly. I saw him arch his shaved head to peer over his own right shoulder. I nodded. He turned to Les. "That good, Dad?"
"Perfect, lad." Les whispered, I watched as he massaged the bulge in his own trousers. "Now let Paul see the front."
Steve slowly pivoted round and relaxed his body. His stomach and pecks still retained their size and shape, but the cuts in his neck and arms disappeared as he relaxed and stopped flexing. He relaxed his arms by his side and stroked my head as my face got closer to the wide tent being created in his shorts. His cock was obviously still hanging low but he was clearly getting excited. I grabbed the material and slowly slid my clenched fists down each hot, smooth thigh. The wide base of his cock was exposed and, just as Les has said, he was incredibly close in size to his big daddy. Not far off beer-can width, the length just carried on going as I lowered the shorts. I yanked them down past his knees and let them rest as his boots and sat back and admired the sheer enormity of the cock that was now fattening up before my very eyes.
"That's fucking enormous" I blurted out. It was automatic and immediately Les chuckled "Told you, lad, you gonna measure it?"
I took the tape measure and reached out to the fat, throbbing cock in front of me, it was only slightly stiffening up so, as I grabbed it to lift it up to point to me, it still felt warm and soft, but heavy. I noticed how big his balls were, like two big fuzzy bulls balls swinging between his firm tanned thighs. The fat bulbous cock head facing me was now dripping with precum and glistening. I measured it. Eight inches exactly, mere centremetres shorter than his dads own flaccid length. The girth was the same, only millimetres under his dads, still resembling a long, fleshy beer can. "Eight inches" I said. Steve raised his eyebrows and his dad smiled to him.
"Not far off your old man there lad!" he winked, fondling the now enormous fat trunk running down his trouser leg. Steves cock was still plumping up and, before long; Les was telling me to measure his sons erect cock. "Measure that stonker, Paul. Fucking hell Ste you've grown since I last saw that!"
"I know" Steve grinned. From the base of his bull-size cock to the fat, throbbing tip, Steves cock was a veiny, fat twelve and a half inches. "Twelve and a half!" I exclaimed loudly, gagging to try and fit the monster in my mouth. Les smiled, still stroking himself and slowly unzipping his trousers. "Over a foot of dick there lad, nice one!" He growled. Steve continued to stroke my head and Les leant forward in his chair "Go on then lad, suck our lads big cock off then why don't you". I didn't need telling twice, I opened my mouth and slowly took in inch after inch of Steves throbbing, slightly curved meat. I almost managed to deep throat the whole thing before I gagged as it began to get thicker at the base. Steve grabbed my head and squatted slightly where he stood, he slowly pulled the length of his meat in and out of my mouth, leaking precum every time he pushed it in, leaving it glistening off my lips. "Oh yea" Steve grunted "Fuck dad he's good"
"Oh yea son I told you he's nice. Watch this"
In the corner of my eye I saw Les stand up and move behind me, I felt his huge rough hands lift my shirt and stroke my now glistening hot back and move down to my waist to slide off my shorts. My own erect eight inch fat hard on sprung up and slapped against my hard, tense stomach. I felt his hands slowly part my tight arse and, just as Steve grabbed my head and thrust more of his wide dick down my throat, I felt Les' incredibly long, wide hot tongue flicking my puckering boy hole. I tried to call out and moan but my mouth was full of Steves hot fat beer can thick knob. He pulled it out and rubbed the whole wet length up and down my face and slapped my mouth with it. I felt my shirt yanked and felt Les lift it over my head, I was now completely naked, on all fours, Steves cock rubbing on my mouth and Les' hot tongue lapping between my hot arse cheeks. "Oh Dad fuck!" Steve was calling out, throwing his head back, all the time keeping an eye on his dad burying his head into me, making me moan with pleasure. Les' tongue was probing deeper and deeper and I began to push myself back on to his face. I heard him groan and grunt and, with force, he pulled my cheeks wider apart with his big heavy hands. "Let me fuck him, Dad, Let me fuck him" I heard Steve call almost in a whimper.
Les stood up and moved in front of me next to his son. He nuzzled into his sons neck and tweaked his now hard erect nipples and I watched Steves hands pull Les' belt buckle apart and yank his dads trousers down. Les took off his own shirt and, as Steve knelt down to pull his dads trousers lower around his ankles, I watched as his mouth darted from one of his dads nipples to the next, biting and licking while both of his hands moved up to meet his Dads extraordinary dick, which was now fully erect and looked achingly, painfully hard and standing proud at its full, wrist-thick fourteen inch length. I began to furiously beat my own cock as I watched Les stood groaning to himself while his huge son rubbed his Dad's hot meat and chew on his nipples. "Oh yea son, thats it, stroke your daddys monster cock just like you used to ye?" Steve groaned as, as he seemed to be so turned on, I grabbed his impressive globe-like buttocks and buried my own tongue deep into his tight arse hole. I was now eating out Steves hot ass as he sucked and chewed on his Dads own erect beast of a cock. "That's it son, make Daddy proud, fuck that little slut now boy just like Daddy used to do to his boy yea?"
Steve moved away from me and grabbed me, I now realised his full strength as he flipped me over like I weighed nothing at all and threw me down onto the table on my back, hoisting my legs up over his shoulder and sliding two, three wet, thick fingers up my tight hole. He hit the spot immediately, and my cock throbbed and I moaned out loudly as I watched Les eagerly beating off his giant cock as he watched his son fuck me with his hands. "Go on, son, just like Daddy" Steve, my legs still over his wide, muscle bound shoulders, turned to his Dad and said "Just like you used to?"
"Yea lad, just like Daddy go on"
With his instructions, Steve stood up straighter, taller, and grabbed my thighs, with one hand he guided his wide veiny shaft to my arsehole and, without even hesitating, thrust a good eight or nine fat inches up me. The shock was incredible, but I had no time to get used to it, within seconds Steve was popping with sweat as he glided his whopper in and out of my now burning, aching ass hole. I began to feel his heavy, rock hard, hot bull balls slapping against me and I knew that the full twelve inch length was close to being buried into me entirely. With every loud bang Steve was groaning out with pleasure. "Oh yea" "Fuck" "Yea" violently calling out. I lifted my head and saw the hulk off muscle pumping away furiously at me, eyes closed and face contorted as his dads thick arms wrapped around his sons colossal chest, each hand playing with a nipple as he banged the life out of me. I arched my neck and saw Les licking his lips and licking his sons face as he rubbed his fourteen inch length up and down his sons legs and on his firm muscled buttocks, leaving them glistening in precum with every stroke.
He was dirtily whispering into his sons ear with every thrust "go on lad" "thats my boy" and "fuck him harder", every time I felt Steves cock throb wider inside me. After fifteen minutes I could see the sweat dripping off Steve and his Dad. Steve was now furiously beating away at his Dads cock as he continued to thrust away into me, Les' face was close to climax I could tell, and so was Steve, as Steves own hand ran up and down the length of his dads giant dick, I heard Les shout and yell until he panted helplessly, groaning deeply. He arched his back and threw back his head, and as Steve continued to pump his enormous shaft into my tight, now burning little hole, Les' colossal fourteen inch length throbbed violently and burst forth three, four, five long shots of hot white spunk. He spunk landed on my neck and wet chest and then continued to shoot onto his sons firm, tight bubble butt as he kept ploughing me. Within seconds Steve leant forward over me, put his weight on me and panted into my ear and growled heavily until I felt him, too, pumping a hot, heavy, creamy load into me from his mammoth dick. At the same time my own now achingly hard eight inch prick erupted with an enormous load into my own face, my chest and my six pack stomach.
The three of us sat, exhausted. Les' cock had deflated to a heavy, equally thick nine inch log that hung heavily between his legs. Steve was sat panting on the floor, his own foot-long meat still throbbing hard and still leaking precum as if he hadn't just shot his load thirty seconds earlier. My own cock, too, was still erect, and bobbing up and down, occasionally slapping against my own now spunk covered stomach.
I tried to catch my breath, and Steve slowly turned to Les. "You're right Dad, he's a right fuck. Grandpa will go crazy if the lad can take his length'
'We'll see son' Les breathlessly purred back.
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