My cock sprang to life inside my pants as I watched, and it wasn't long before I had to adjust as it stood up. Just as I was about to turn and hit the bathroom, where I could jerk off while I listened, Darren shoved his cock deep, burying it just as far he could. The girl squealed, lifting her head off the bed, and I nearly fell over when I realized it was Amy, Dan's wife, getting that big cock! My God! Dan was just twenty feet away, snoring softly in the living room, while his wife was in here getting herself a good fuck from one of his warehouse boys! Without even realizing what I was doing, I suddenly found myself with my pants unzipped, gently stroking my horny cock through my fly as I watched Darren pounding away on top of his boss's wife. After making her moan a few more times, he suddenly lifted off her, pulling his cock out, and reached down to finish by jacking off his load all over her back. As I watched, he began slowly thrusting his big, stiff dick through his hand as it spurted several long, thick streams of cum all over her back. She lifted her ass off the bed, almost as if her pussy was reaching for his cock... still wanting more. As he stroked, her horny pussy pushed up... straining to get that cock back inside it. That's all it took for me. With a low, involuntary groan, I felt my balls release their load as a huge gush of cum suddenly flooded my underwear. Fuck, it felt good.
In that same instant, hearing a male groan behind him, Darren shot a brief look over his shoulder at the door. I quickly shrank back against the wall, silently praying that he hadn't seen me as I made my way to the bathroom, slipped inside, and quietly closed the door. I stayed in that bathroom, with my underwear full of cum, for a long, long time. By the time I quietly opened the door and peeked into the hallway, the house was silent. Not pausing long enough to look in the bedroom again, I quickly slipped down the hall and made my escape through a door in kitchen. What a night!
*****
Fortunately, the concert took place on a Friday night, which gave me all weekend to recover myself before having to face Darren again, at work on Monday. To my surprise, he didn't so much as glance in my direction when I had to visit the warehouse that day and speak with Dan about an out-bound shipment. Perhaps he hadn't seen me after all. I'm sure he knew someone was there, but maybe he hadn't been able to tell who it was. Actually, as long as it wasn't Dan, he probably didn't care. As I nonchalantly watched him work, I wondered just how long he'd been servicing Amy with his incredible equipment. Had that been the very first time, or had he been slipping over to the house on a regular basis, when Dan wasn't home, to make her whimper for his huge cock? Returning to the office, I resigned myself to the fact that I would more than likely never know. On the following Thursday, my car broke down at work. It was shortly after 5pm, and my sorry little Mazda had decided it just didn't feel like driving home that night. As I sat there, coaxing it into turning over, getting more and more frustrated by the moment, Dan and Darren came walking across the parking lot together, heading for their cars. A few minutes later, they were both poking around under the hood, trying to help get it started. Once it finally turned over, I was surprised when Darren offered to follow me in his car... just to make sure I made it all the way home. When we arrived at the parking lot of my apartment complex, he pulled into the parking place next to mine, waved and smiled. I thought he was going to drive off, but he simply sat there as I got out of my car and locked the door. Not exactly sure what he was waiting for, I opened his passenger door to thank him for seeing that I made it home okay. I was surprised when he grinned and said... "I was kinda hoping you were gonna thank me with a beer."
Ten minutes later we were sitting in my living room, having a beer together while we enjoyed the coolness of the air conditioning. Being mid June, it was unbelievably hot and humid, and Darren's hair was soaking wet and stuck to his head from working in the heat all day. He was wearing a white, sleeveless "Counting Crows" T-shirt, and a pair of old, faded blue jeans with a large, frayed hole on his inner left thigh. As much as I tried, I just couldn't keep my eyes off that hole. Although I fought to push the thought out of my head, I kept finding myself hoping for a brief glimpse of the long dick that I knew was tucked inside those dirty, thread worn jeans. I don't know for sure if he caught me looking, or if he simply did it on impulse, but he dropped back against the couch, with a long, tired sigh, and began casually fingering the hole in his jeans as he swigged on his beer and took in his surroundings. I was nervously chattering away about nothing of importance, while picturing him thrusting his big cock into Amy, when he looked over and said... "Can I ask you somethin'?"
Surprised by his sudden question, I shot back... "Sure."
He looked down at his beer can for a long moment, then glanced up with a sheepish smile and said... "Did you...tell anyone about what you saw that night after the concert?" I was stunned. Speechless. When I didn't respond, he quickly added... "You know... over at Dan's house…" Finally finding my voice, I stammered... "No. I wouldn't say anything." Feeling stupid before I even said it, I added... "That's nobody's business but yours." I felt my face turn red as he continued to look at me, tipping his beer up for a swallow. After giving my statements a few moments thought, he sniffed and pushed the wet hair off his forehead as he replied... "That's cool." Looking down at his beer can, he chuckled, then gave me another sheepish smile as he said... "I'm mean... it's not like that happens all the time." Glancing past me, checking out my Precious Moments collection on the bookcase behind me, he added... "We were both pretty drunk, and it just sorta happened, you know?" I told him that I understood, as he took another swig of his beer. With an evil grin, he said in a low voice... "That doesn't mean it’s never happened before. Just means it happened that night because we were fucked up. " I wasn't exactly sure if he was referring to Amy, or another chick. Seeing the look of uncertainty on my face, he chuckled... "Don't get me wrong. I like Dan. He's, like, a cool boss and everything, ya know? But, hey, if he ain't takin' care of business at home, then someone's gotta. Know what I'm sayin'?" Feeling awkward talking about Dan like that, I tried to hide my rattled nerves as I chuckled and agreed with him. He gave me a dirty, sneaky smile, raising an eyebrow, and slid his left hand over to the inside of his leg, just above the hole in his jeans, to give his dick a little squeeze. I nearly passed out, right there on the couch. He saw me look down at his hand, so kept it there, caressing what I could now make out as a bulge of dick beneath his jeans. My mouth went dry as he smiled and said... "So... that night, were you lookin' at her, or were you watchin' me?" Feeling my face get hot, I cleared my throat a little and nervously whispered... "I dunno, a little of both... I guess." Openly squeezing and rubbing his bulge, which was definitely getting bigger, he smiled... "That's cool. I like hittin' dat pussy, but don't mind gettin' a little dick now and then too. I'm cool with that." I couldn't seem to make my lips work, so I simply chuckled and shrugged as I watched him casually fondling himself hard. The little fantasy I'd had earlier came true as his cock slowly crept down his leg until the head appeared from the hole in his jeans. He pushed down on it, thrusting his hips forward on the couch as he looked down at it, then smiled and said... "You... feel like suckin' a little dick right now?" I felt dizzy and light headed, dropping to my knees in front of him, as he stood up and began unfastening his pants. His long cock was pushing against his jeans as he quickly unzipped, then wrestled to pull it out. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his incredible penis stood straight out from his body as he gave it several casual strokes before turning it over to me. My God, it was beautiful.--long and straight, with a nice heft that felt good in my hand as I leaned forward to take the large, swollen head between my hungry lips. I couldn't believe it. I absolutely couldn't believe it. The hot, sweaty warehouse worker I'd been drooling over for more than a year had his cock in my mouth. I had jerked off so many times fantasizing about that very moment, and how it might play out. I was so wrapped up in the smell and taste of him that I completely forgot that it was actually happening, and gagged as his huge length slid into my throat. After a brief fit of coughing, and apologizing, I began concentrating on the task at hand; doing what I was born to do... service other men. It wasn't long before I had begun to relax, and was able to enjoy the feeling of his long, thick cock sliding in and out of my throat. Pushing his jeans down to his ankles, I caressed the back of his long, slender legs as he fucked my mouth, anxiously working to release the horny load he'd been carrying around in his big, sweaty nuts all day. The only thing he said, other than to utter a few low, sexual groans, was when he gripped each side of my head and whispered... "Feels good. Just let me do it."
After that, I was no longer a participant, but simply an object he was using to masturbate himself. I didn't care one bit, either. He was giving me exactly what I needed, and that was to be used by a guy for his own pleasure. I was perfectly content tasting the steady dribble of salty precum against the back of my tongue as Darren eagerly took what he needed. I could feel a steady dribble of precum from my own horny cock, as it strained, painfully, inside my pants. Just as I was awaiting that first, thick, salty spurt that I knew was coming, he abruptly pushed me away from him and groaned... "It's about to cum. Get back so it doesn't shoot on you." Losing my balance, I toppled over backwards just as a huge blast of cum exploded from his long, sweaty cock and shot several feet in front of him. Arching his back slightly so he wouldn't cum on himself, he let the jizz spurt from his dick, spraying all over the floor. It was amazing! His cock shot the biggest load I've ever seen! If I hadn't moved back, he would've completely covered me in cum! I just wish I could've felt that incredible load shooting in my mouth!
Once his magnificent tool finished emptying its load, he stepped over and dropped back down on the couch, letting out a long, slow, sigh of relief. I was completely speechless by what I'd just witnessed, and simply watched him fondle his cock affectionately as it began to quickly soften. Letting out a "whew," he smiled... "Man, I've needed to do that all day." Obviously! What a load! When I asked if it had felt okay, draining the last of his beer, he nodded... "Hell yeah! Felt better than okay. Felt great. " Looking down at the floor, he made a pained face and added... "Sorry about the mess." Smiling down at the cum all over my carpet, I chuckled... "Don't worry about it. I've had worse spilled on this carpet." Putting his empty beer can on the end table, he gave me a playful look as he stood up, pulling up his pants, and said... "Oh yeah? Should I ask?" Laughing, I shot back... "No, you shouldn't." I watched as he quickly tucked his long, soft dick back in his pants and zipped, then adjusted himself as he coyly grinned... "Okay, I won't." Glancing around the room, he sighed... "I should probably be going." A few minutes later, I had walked him to the door and watched as he returned to his car and the left. As he pulled out of the parking lot, our final exchange was still ringing in my head... "So, you're...cool with keeping this between us?" My response... "Oh sure! Don't worry; this is strictly between you and me." Nodding, he'd replied... "That's cool. It doesn't bother me or anything... I mean, you know, doing what we did, but I just wouldn't want people talkin' about it... you know, at work and all." No problem, I’d reiterated.
He quickly added... "I mean...it's not like I do this all the time or anything. Know what I mean?" Yeah, I knew what he meant. He wanted to make it clear that he wasn't a homo. No problem.
By the end of the summer, Amy wasn't the only one being regularly serviced by Darren. And he doesn't cum on the carpet anymore. He cums in my ass! Sometimes fantasies do come true!
I work for a wholesale distributor of particle board products. Not the most exciting work in the world, but the pay is decent, the benefits are good, and the employees are a pretty close knit group. Everyone gets along real well, and we often socialize together outside of the office. I spend my days behind a desk, managing customer accounts, and often have to coordinate the out-shipment of
I work for a wholesale distributor of particle board products. Not the most exciting work in the world, but the pay is decent, the benefits are good, and the employees are a pretty close knit group. Everyone gets along real well, and we often socialize together outside of the office. I spend my days behind a desk, managing customer accounts, and often have to coordinate the out-shipment of
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