Office Soccer Stud, Chapter Two
Danny began eyeing me at the office like a piece of meat, almost stalking me, but not like a jealous boyfriend, more like a mountain lion slowly trailing a large deer that he wasn't entirely sure he could bring down. I'd catch him talking to one person and glancing at me across the breakroom. Once in the parking lot, he held the door open for a woman -- maybe, presumably his girlfriend who worked nearby -- and as he shut the door, he looked right at me, a couple of car rows away, and grabbed his right tit. He knew I wanted back on them. He always had that smirk. One day at work, I was in my cubical working on a spreadsheet, and a guy I didn't know stuck his head in. "Mason? Mark Mason?" I turned and confirmed it was me. I couldn't hide my look of confusion. I didn't have the kind of job that interacted with random people. Most of the folks who came by to talk to me were on my team of four people. "Can I speak to you privately please?" Now I worried this guy was HR, and I had done something wrong. I thought of the time a few months prior when I worked late, and everyone left. I finally finished the assignment, it was 7:30 or 8 at night, the office was silent. I stood up to make sure there were no other cubical lights on. I had one thing in my head, for some strange reason, so I put the computer on incognito mode and googled "cum in soccer cleats." Of course, it was Danny's fault. He didn't even wear cleats, but I thought of him in them. Then I checked results and realized what I actually wanted was cleats scraping hard across a man's chest, leaving marks. I wanted him to lay me on my back and let the cleats cross my own nipples. I'd be looking up into his soccer shorts, which were loose enough that I could see his big balls, see his dick grow as he punished me. I ended up closing my eyes as the search results were up on my work computer and jerking off, pulling up my work shirt just in time to not get jizz all over it. Then I had to make my way to the men's room holding my shirt up. If there were cameras, they definitely would have caught me with my semi-hard dick (it takes a while to soften after cumming) out and shirt out, trying not to drip my jizz on the office carpet. I nodded and he gestured for me to follow him. He was a bit older than me, maybe 50, and as I followed, I realized he was in somewhat fitted work pants, with a big muscle ass and thick thighs. He was in a knit polo, tucked in, and his back was wide and strong. The arm of the shirt was tight on his large biceps. He had a powerful walk, fairly easy but definitely confident. He'd occasionally nod at folks we passed but he never slowed down. We walked out of my area and down another hall to an area I hadn't been, which was under renovation. I had heard they were going to move a new team up here, maybe a team from Innovation. He got to a door and opened it, gestured for me to enter. I clocked the chest hair coming out from the top of his shirt, and his shoulders, with those muscles that go right to his neck. He had a kind of sexy coach quality. I tried to not think too much about it, thinking this was disciplinary. He closed the door behind him as I sat down in a chair in this small, windowless conference room. The air conditioning was blasting and it was freezing. I wondered if his nipples would start poking through his shirt. Stop it, horny Mark! The desk just had three chairs around it. He sat in another one, and looked directly at me. "Do you know why you're here?," he asked. "I don't," I answered truthfully. "Okay, well... I have heard that you are very skilled, and I want to put those skills to use." I got a bit excited at this point, as I had been looking for opportunities to move up in my very large company. I had been stuck in the Research department for a few years. It made sense that this guy had some power given how he carried himself, so now I just had to figure out where he worked and what he wanted me to do. Part of me even saw some dollar signs. "So you are recruiting me? For which department?" "One thing at a time, Mason," he answered, and sat back, his legs spread with those big thighs on display, his nips certainly hardening. I noticed that he used my last name. The only other person at work to do that was Danny. He smiled at me, a small smile. He had a light beard and mustache, and he now licked his lips, nodded slightly. His right hand reached up under his shirt and squeezed his left tit. His chest was large, like the rest of him. His muscular pecs were big enough to push the opening of his shirt out. "Ya see, Mason, these need service, and I heard you provide great service." I was shocked, and thought about getting annoyed, but I also wanted to taste his nip. He now squeezed his nip and closed his eyes in pleasure. I could give him more pleasure than that, and all other ideas cleared out of my head. I wanted to pleasure him, right away. "Yes sir," I answered, and he nodded at me. "Good boy, come over here, on your knees." I got on my knees and he stopped me. "Actually, I want my boy to strip to his underwear first." I immediately started unbuttoning my shirt and unbelting my pants. "Slow down, boy, it's okay. Take your time." He watched me, squeezing his tit with one hand and his crotch with the other. I slowed down. When my shirt was off, I asked if I could stand to remove my pants. He nodded, and I did, and he took me in, moaning slightly. I had been going to the gym more, and I knew my best feature. I took off my shoes and then turned around to remove my pants, so he could watch my ass. It had grown in recent months, through a lot of squatting. It filled my blue briefs right up, and my thighs, too, had thickened up. I heard him moan; he noticed. "You showing off, boy?," he asked. I turned around coyly. "Maybe, sir." "Well that's no good, is it?" He stood, and he took the back of my neck in his hand, and forcefully pushed me towards the table. I was now bent over, head down, ass up. He then swatted at me, once, then twice, his meaty hands landing on my strong ass. Then he jerked my briefs down and swatted me twice more. It stung, and I was now rock hard. He ran a finger down my crack before another swat. "Now, you ready to act right and get to work?" "Yes sir," I answered. He let go of my neck and I immediately kneeled. "Good boy," he said, and pulled his polo over his head. He had a silver chain on, sitting nestled in his chest hair. His muscular pecs hung slightly to each side of him with a lot of weight. He had a slight belly, covered in fur. He grabbed his left tit and put the nipple through his fingers. "Suck this now." I crawled over between his legs and put my mouth on the nipple. I sucked hard and he moaned, and grabbed my head. After sucking for a while, I nibbled slightly, and I felt him grab my hair. "No teeth." I took the note and began licking. He slapped my head lightly. "SUCK," he urged. "Like you're nursing." I sucked his tit, and he again moaned contentedly. I made a noise to suggest I couldn't get enough -- which I couldn't -- and he said "oh fuck yeah." He moved my head over to his other tit. This nipple was more sensitive, I could tell right away. I started sucking and he shifted in his seat. It was almost like I was torturing him now, and I couldn't get enough. There was some sweat trapped in his chest hair, as he was growing warm as he got so turned on. He pulled my face into it, smearing my face across the chest hair, maybe to get me to stop sucking for a bit. But it wasn't along before he set me right at the nipple again to start sucking. He was squeezing his crotch through his work pants most of this experience, but he had not taken his dick out. After more sucking on this nipple, he pushed me off him, and I sat back on my heels, my own nips hard from the cold as I was just in briefs. I took him in, this brawny guy, now glistening with sweat from being so turned on, and I could see his thick bulge in this navy dress pants, which he was massaging. They were so tight that it was clear he was rubbing his hand up and down his shaft. Then I could see a fat cock head and a stain of liquid, all the precum he had leaked out. He was out of breath now. "One more good suck," he ordered, and pulled my head with force into his nipple. I sucked harder this time, and a louder moan escaped him. He pushed me back and whipped open his pants very quickly, almost hitting me in the face with this belt. He had to reach into his white briefs to haul his big dick out, I'd guess a solid eight inches. That fat head made it so he really had to work to unleash this thing. And as soon as it hit the fresh air, he grabbed my head by the hair with his left hand and breathlessly said "open" as his right hand hoisted that big dick in the air. I did as told and, like a pacifier, he popped the big dick into my mouth, pushing the head right to the back. Now both his hands went to the back of my head and he gave one, two, three thrusts before a significant gush of cum shot down my throat. I almost choked since he was holding my head in place, but I just tried to stay calm and open my throat to swallow every drop. I felt like all that thick muscle was getting jammed into me. I reached up to his thighs, bare now as he had pulled his pants down just below his knees. There were lightly furry and rock hard and felt like heaven. I felt the tears come to my eyes with all that cum shooting down my throat. I looked up at him through the tears, his dick still in my mouth, slowly softening, and he nodded, "come on now, boy," and I sucked him clean. "Good, good," he said, now lightly cradling my head. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and used his hand to swipe it dry. "Now stay here for a few after I leave," he ordered, as he started dressing. "May I jerk off?" "What you do after I leave is none of my business, boy," he answered, not looking at me as he pulled his polo shirt over that thick chest and tugged it down over his small belly. "Hey," he said to me, and I looked up at him, still kneeling on the floor, my dick hard in my briefs though I didn't dare touch it yet. "Daddy's big titties thank you." He winked and walked out the door. I slid into a chair and immediately pulled my rock hard erection out to stroke. It took me about two minutes to cum after he left, shooting a massive hot load into a coffee cup someone had left in the corner. I put it back where I found it, hoping its discovery would give someone a thrill, and walked out. The area was still quiet, no construction happening that day, and I made my way back to my desk. No one asked me about my visitor, making me wonder if I had even had this experience. But I knew I had, and now I knew Danny was telling people about me and my skills.