I was early to work that morning. It was winter, cold as fuck, and still dark outside. I didn't have to come in this early, but it was kind of nice to get here while it was still quiet. I could usually get a shit load of work done before anyone else even showed up which was a great way to start the day. It also made the commute a lot easier.
I settled in at my desk and began going through my email. It was Friday, and I wasn't in the mood for another IT crisis this late in the week. Somehow it seemed like major catastrophes always hit on Fridays. So far, quiet. Yay.
My back was hurting again so I got up to stretch and walk around a bit. I had an appointment at the chiropractor after work today. He had asked me to take it easy and not do anything that would aggravate my lower back. I wonder if he would consider it aggravating that I was in the sling for 3 hours last week while my roommate and his buddies took turns pounding my boy hole?
Meh. Worth it.
He had given me some stretches to do which usually helped. I stood up and reached down to my ankles. I closed my eyes and held that pose for a minute or two, slowly stretching my spine.
"I already said no, man. Put that thing away!"
I shot back up (ouch) to find James dragging in the door.
"Ha. Hey man. I was doing my stretches. Didn't expect anyone else to be here this early" I said.
"Dude, from what I hear you get stretched plenty."
"Yea, never enough man. Never enough."
I had been flirting with James ever since he started a few months ago. Yea, he was straight. But he was also sexy as fuck. He lived with his girlfriend, and had made it clear that he was off limits. But he always laughed and made a joke out of everything. He enjoyed teasing me.
I dropped back into my chair, trying to hide the erection James was giving me.
"TGIF" I said.
"Save that shit till it's over, dude. Gonna be a long day."
James slumped into his chair across from mine and logged into his computer.
"You have anything fun planned this weekend?" I asked.
James spun around in his chair towards me. "Not really. Have to go to a wedding. My girlfriend's cousin. That means lots of family shit, lots of questions about us getting married, why don't we have kids, blah blah blah. I plan on being drunk before they get to the vows."
I was listening to him, but my eyes couldn't help but wander down. They usually did. James always had a bulge in his jeans and today was no exception. I never tried to hide it, and it didn't seem to bother him that I looked. I think he kind of enjoyed knowing that I wanted it, but maybe that was wishful thinking.
As he was talking, James reached down to adjust himself. He was getting a bit of a chubby. Morning wood, I guess. As he shifted in his seat, I noticed it. A hole in his jeans. Right there where his bulge was pushing up. Did he know it was there? Shit. Now I was fully hard. Shit. So much for getting any work done today.
"But at least we got a hotel room, so we won't have to drive back after the reception. We can drink heavily and pass out without having to worry about getting home."
"Well, don't get too drunk. You want to still be able to get it up" I said, watching his bulge the entire time.
"Nah, that's not something I have to worry about. If anything, drinking just makes me even hornier. There will most definitely be some fucking action happening, for sure."
He went back to work on his computer, but I was completely distracted now. I had to see it closer, somehow.
"Hey man, come here for a minute" I asked.
"What dude. I'm busy."
"I need you to check this out. I can't figure out what this help ticket that you worked on last week means."
James got up and came over to my workstation. He leaned over to read the screen, his bulge right next to my face.
Fuck. It was a hole for sure. I could see his red underwear underneath, pulled tight around his thick cock. It was less than 8 inches form my face. Holy shit.
I leaned back in my chair to get a better look.
"Fuck dude, what the hell?" He had noticed the tent in my jeans.
"Sorry man. My daddy is still out of town, so I didn't get any last night. I'm just always so fucking horny."
"Well that's what masturbation is for, dude. Shit, my girlfriend is home and I still ain't getting any. Why do you think my left hand is so calloused?"
"Yea, trust me. I know. I jerked off 5 times since I left work yesterday."
"Ha. You're a fucking addict."
"Maybe. But it doesn't help that I have to sit here like this all day. I feel like a starving kid in a candy factory and I can't touch the sweets."
"Aw, poor wittle Michael. Your daddy is gonna beat you for being a ho."
"Fuck, I sure hope so!" I replied.
It was awesome to be able to joke with James like this, but it just made me even hornier. Fuck.
"Ok man, I'm gonna head to the bathroom and take care of things." I was curious to see his reaction. I knew we all jerked off at work. An IT office full of guys in their 20's. Yea, that's a lot of jerking off. But we never acknowledge it. There were jokes and all when one of us was in there for a while, but nothing more. Those pipes had to be clogged.
I headed into the bathroom and into a stall. I pulled down my pants and took a seat, and went to work. My dick was throbbing it was so hard. I literally had just shot my load before I left home, but clearly it wasn't enough. I took my thick cock in my hand, spit on it, and pictured James and his fat bulge.
I stroked my cock and reached down with my other hand and began to finger my hole. I imagined James pulling his fat meat out and pushing it into me, opening my ass. Pushing it in deep. Pushing me down on my desk. Fucking me...
Damn it. I was just getting into it and heard the door open. Someone came in and went to the urinal next to my stall. I couldn't see who it was so I waited and listened.
I heard the familiar "zzzzzip" followed by a heavy stream of piss. I listened quietly as he finished. It was a long piss, clearly his first of the day. Made me even hornier thinking about it. The guy had finished pissing, I could tell. But he was still standing there at the urinal. A minute passed. He was still there. That usually meant one thing.
I leaned down to look under the stall wall. I could see shoes and pants legs. Jeans. Maybe it was him? I couldn't remember what his shoes looked like. I generally was only looking at one thing on James and I assure you it wasn't his shoes. I craned my neck trying to see more but I couldn't quite tell.
What the fuck, I decided to be bold. I got up and reached over to the stall door latch. I opened it, making sure it made a noise he could hear. The door opened just an inch or two, and I sat back down on the toilet. And waited. This was it. Now or never. But I needed him to make the first move. I had no idea who this was, and didn't want to get my ass kicked.
I could see his legs turn slightly. He had noticed. He hesitated and then slowly walked towards the stall door. He stood there for a moment, unsure. My cock was about to explode so I let go of it. I didn't want to cum yet!
I could tell he was right there by the door, so I made a slight moaning noise. I whispered "yea man" quietly, hoping he'd hear me.
He moved. His hand pushed the door open and he stepped in. It was James. Fuck.
He didn't say a word. Neither did I.
He came into the stall with his cock in his hand. Jesus it was huge. It was probably only about 7 inches, but it was as thick as a baby's arm. He was completely hard. He didn't make eye contact with me. I kept my gaze on his cock. He pushed the stall door behind him and latched it.
He came up to me, his hard dick right in my face. I opened my mouth and hungrily took it in. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. He began to push in deeper.
I swallowed his thick meat as best I could, choking as he pushed to the back of my throat. He began to fuck my throat. Faster. Pushing in as deep as he could. It was kind of amazing.
He was sweating. Fucking my face like an animal. I was choking, gagging a little bit on it, but I was determined to take it all. I wanted him to know what I could offer him, and wanted to make it the best blowjob he'd ever had.
He was definitely used to being in control. He pushed it in hard, and made me take every inch. I brought my hands up to his thick shaft, partly trying to stroke him and partly trying to keep him from cutting off my air supply. He reached down and forced my hands away.
"Just take it, whore."
He was pushing it down my throat faster, keeping up a steady rhythm. I could feel my throat expanding, trying to accommodate him. My eyes were watering.
I felt his hands grab my head. He thrust in even deeper and exploded. His load coated my throat, filling me with his salty cream. He held it all the way down my throat, not letting go of my head. I kept sucking, determined to get every drop, almost unable to breathe. I drained the last drops of his thick load. God it tasted fucking amazing.
I glanced up at him. His eyes were still closed. I continued to nurse him a few more minutes, feeling his cock go soft in my mouth. Even soft, t was just as thick. Easy to see why he always had such a great package. He straightened up and sort of came back to reality. He hurriedly zipped up and turned and left. He didn't say a word.
My cock was so fucking hard. I reached down and stroked it once, and exploded up onto my chest. God that felt amazing. I rubbed it into my skin, enjoying the smell of hot man juice. Fuck I needed that.
I stayed another minute or two and then went back to my desk. James was busy working away. I sat down and started working.
"So a wedding, huh. That sounds painful."
"Yea. Miserable. But the open bar will help. What you got going on this weekend?"