Brian Duncan

As this is a true story, all conversations are paraphrased to get to the point, as I don’t remember the conversations verbatim and last names aren’t real, though first names are.

I started a new job recently where I have the testing lab to myself. It’s a good gig: pay is good, I have pretty much free run with the lab and I enjoy the job itself. It’s an old company which means the equipment is old and the place outside the lab is dirty, but the people are good honest people. And while the owners are literally rich, old, fat white Republican men, they are easy to get along with and accepting of me being gay.

There are a couple guys there that are attractive and worth a second look when passing, but I try to keep that aspect of myself separate from the job; it’s just better that way. That said, I noticed one particular guy who was, let’s say, very friendly and liked to stare. A little sleuthing during my daily chores and I found out his name is Brian. Brian is mid to late forties, around six feet tall and probably two hundred pounds. He has black hair and goatee (both which are greying which is sexy) and nice DILF body and killer ass.

After a couple of weeks I made it a point to give him a nickname based on his last name (which, for privacy reasons, I won’t mention here). He seemed to take to it well, garnering smiles every time we spoke out on the floor. Being a manager, he had a lot of time doing, well, not a lot. So I made it my almost daily task of speaking with him about anything work related.

One day I noticed him limping. I asked what happened and he tripped and twisted his ankle. He looked to be in a good deal of pain so I mentioned he should take a few minutes to get off his feet. I offered my lab as an airconditioned place to ‘take a load off’ for a few. He seemed to think for a minute but said ‘thanks I’ll be fine’. I reminded him about the AC and that I’m the only one in there and I wouldn’t say anything if he wanted to take more than a few minutes off his feet and went about my day.

Twenty or so minutes later I heard someone knocking on the door. Upon opening it I saw Brian standing there. Of course I offered him inside and rolled over a stool for him to sit on. I was in the process of finishing up a destruct test which had about ten minutes or so left. As he hobbled to the stool I asked him about his ankle, to which he said it still hurt like a son of a bitch. I told him to take off his shoe as I grabbed a packed from my first aid kit. When I got back to him and say his foot, it was blue but not the worst I’ve seen. Aside from that, part of me got turned on. I’m not in to feet but the fact that I was seeing more of Brian’s body than I ever had caused my cock to stir, which was unexpected.

While nothing more than that happened that day, we did talk a bit and I learned more about Brian. He is unhappily married with no kids. He lives relatively close and has worked there for almost ten years. He has a good sense of humor and, to be honest, is very flirtatious; even more so than before.

As the weeks went by, we talked more and more throughout the day. And every chance I had to check out his ass I took it; walking up the stairs, bending over, whatever. I even had a couple dreams about him, which created even more sexual tension between us – at least for me.

Last Friday, everything was going like normal. Fridays are usually the less busiest day of the week so Brian and I spend even more time chatting on the floor. This day, he mentioned he had to Uber to work this morning because his car had a flat tire in the morning and he and his wife had spent the last couple days away as they were arguing about finances. I offered, out of the goodness of my heart of course, to take him home and help him with his tire, to which he accepted.

When we arrived at his place, it was small but very well kept. He didn’t even change out of his work clothes when he started on the tire. It was August and still hot as balls and by 430PM, it was the hottest part of the day. In no time Brian’s shirt was soaked with sweat: around his neck and the small of his back. Even I was sweating a bit, but not like Brian. He finally got it removed and there was a puncture on the inside wall of the time. We took it to the shop and it couldn’t be repaired due to its location so he had to buy a whole new tire. Which they didn’t have in stock so they had to call the store across town. Eventually, when all was said and done, it was about 930 when everything was back on and secure.

We went inside and he offered me a beer. I don’t drink so I took asked for a water as I sat down on his sofa. When he came back, Brian was shirtless. He said he was hot and sweaty, which he was, and just ‘had to get out of my work clothes’. Which, by no means offended me. I rearranged myself on his couch to hide my growing cock. I blame his wide shoulders, thick mat off black chest hair (which was sprinkled with a few gray hairs), perfect nipples and surprisingly smooth, flat stomach. As he stretched his arm out and handed me the bottle of water, I watched his muscles in his thick arms flex, exposing his wet tuft or armpit hair.

I thanked him, being the gracious guest. He excused himself, saying he was going to take a quick shower, and told me to make myself at home. As I listened to the running water, I contemplated what was happening. I wondered if Brian knew about me. Did the managers tell everyone I am gay? Or did Brain pick up on it? Does he care? Or is he just one of those types of guys who’s super friendly. My cock twitched with the ‘what ifs’ running through my mind and I noticed I was leaking precum through my jeans, which happens to me a lot. As the water stopped running, I reached down and tried to rearrange my hard on and hide any visible wet spot. I heard the door open and Brian walked out wearing shorts, slightly wet chest hair sticking up through the top of his tank top.

He sat down next to me and flipped on the tv. He scrolled though some channels making small talk as I causally inspected his thick hairy thigh and well defined legs. I could see his shin muscles flex as he moved his toes in a nervous manner. My heart wasn’t beating fast but it was beating hard – I could feel it in my neck and was sure if he looked at me, he could see my neck throbbing. But that wasn’t the only thing throbbing.

I asked him how his ankle was doing, at which point he twisted his leg up and plopped his ankle down on my lap.

“Looks good to me. What do you think?” he asked.

I’ve never been so turned on by an ankle in my life I thought to myself. To break the tension I joked about his stinky feet, to which he responded by flinging the other foot up on my as well and laughing.

“Ah man! You’re such a goober!” I said glancing over to him, seeing his big, goateed grin looking back at me. My eyes instinctively drew down to his crotch, where his cock shown loud and proud, not being hindered by underwear.

“You know, you could rub my feet” he suggested, breaking my gaze at his cock.

“I drove you all around tonight and you want me to give you a foot rub?” I asked with a laugh.

“True that. I guess I need to give you a rub” he said pulling his legs off of me, sliding over and grabbing my shoulder. His hand was stronger than I dreamt, which caused my cock to engorge itself with even more blood. I closed my eyes.

“Mmm. That feels nice, actually” I admitted.

“Good. Why don’t you come here” he said patting on the floor. “Sit here. I’m too tired to get up right now.”

I did as he suggested and say myself between his feet. He moved to the edge of the couch, grabbed my shoulders and started squeezing. I closed my eyes and relaxed, wondering how bad money problems were for his wife to leave such a sexy DILF that can massage like this!

After a minute or so, I felt his legs squeeze me tighter as he worked up and down my neck. My god it felt good. But I wasn’t sure if it was because it truly felt good, because I was turned on, or a bit of both. For a brief minute I let myself go and forgot about my full blown erection in my jeans.

“I think you missed your calling” I said to him.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just have a tight wad that needs to relax a bit more” he jokingly replied.

“When you’re right you’re right. I guess I can return the favor” I said as I reached around and grabbed both of his ankles. I rubbed his ankles and down to his feet. After a few seconds I decided to test the waters and ran my hands up his legs. His calves were well muscled and covered in soft, black hair. I squeezed and pushed as best I could, becoming envious of his spectacular legs. Testosterone was flowing everywhere by this time and I didn’t much care.

“You have nice legs” I blurted out. “I’m kinda’ jealous!”

“Of what?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if he didn’t know or if he was fishing for compliment so I bit anyway.

“Your legs, dummy!” I replied.

“Oh thanks. Yours are probably just as nice” he said as he squeezed the knots out of my shoulders.

I laughed as I concentrated on actually rubbing his legs in a way that seemed like I wasn’t just trying to cop a feel, as it were. Which, if I’m honest, is all I was trying to do.

“You know, we can watch this in the bedroom – I can give you a better massage there” he offered. I didn’t even reply I just stood up ready to go. I was more obvious than I wanted to be, but after so many weeks of thinking about him, I was ready. Totally ready.

I followed him in to the bedroom, he turned on the tv and told me to lay on the bed face down. His bed was soft and the comforter smelled clean and fresh, which was a relief, as I have issues with smells. I felt him straddle me below my ass and pressure on my shoulders as his leaned forward, putting his weight on me. As he worked down my back, my shirt seemed to get in the way.

I felt his pull back. “Why don’t you take off your shirt?” he asked. I reached down and pulled off the shirt, tossing it over the side of the bed. I was part relaxed and part turned on – a weird feeling I hadn’t yet experienced. I felt his strong hands grab my lower back and I almost nutted right there. He worked up my ribcage, pushing and twerking my back like a pro. The feeling of his skin on my skin intoxicating. As he worked his way up my body, I felt him shift, his hairy legs rubbing against my delicate sides. The I felt him get off the bed.

“Come this way” he said as he stood at the end of the bed. I scooted down towards him. “More” he said, as he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to him, my head hanging slightly over the edge of the mattress. He leaned in towards me and I felt his free hanging cock press against my head. My god if felt so good. As he worked his way down my back, I felt his cock pressing more and more against me. He stopped at my lower back and I swear I felt his cock move against my head. I reached up and grabbed the back of his thighs.

His legs were stronger than I thought my looking at them. I ran my hands up and down the back of his legs, feeling every hair, every inch of his skin. His hands came off of my back and I turned my head to the side, feeling his growing cock through his shorts only to see his tank top fall to the floor. He leaned forward once again, grinding his now hard cock against my scalp. I ran my hands up his thigs to that amazing ass of his. And I’ll never forget it as it didn’t disappoint.

His hairy thighs gave way to a surprisingly smoother ass than I expected. But it was super firm – I instantly wondered how I would be able to get my cock in that ass it was so firm and tight. But my imagination was broken when I felt his fingers slip in to the waist of my jeans, his fingers finding my hairy crack. As we massaged each others’ asses I wondered what was next.

He pulled his hands back, raising off of me. I remember looking up trying to see what was going on. I remember laying there staring at a shirtless Brian complete with his erection straining against his shorts, his face looking serious with a slight smile beaming though that thick, black goatee.

I pushed myself up exposing my own hairy chest and belly, which seemed to draw his attention. I’m no model, but my stomach is flat and firm and I work out enough to have a nice chest and decent arms. In other words, I don’t mind being shirtless in public when the situation is appropriate. I figured, at this point, now is as good as a time as any.

I stood up off of the mattress, my hard cock running down the side of my jeans, ending in yet another wet spot. I have been complimented on the size of my cock numerous times. Once I measured it when I was younger and from the top of the base of the shaft to the head, I’m right under nine inches. My cock is thick (at five foot ten, my hands are decent size and when I jack off, I have to squeeze hard in order to have my finger and thumb touch when I wrap my hand around my dick), with a slightly mushroom shaped head. To be honest, when I’m hard down the right leg of my jeans due to my curve, it hurt. I was anxious, for more than one reason, to free it from its denim prison.

While Brian seemed to be checking me out, I was checking him out. I was intrigued by the thick black chest hair (that was lightly smattered with grey) and the limited hair on his stomach. And his nipples – my god. I remember them being pink and perfectly sized and prominently visible through the black hair. Upon more scrutiny, his chest was more square than I saw earlier in the evening. His pit hair stuck out from under his pits, his beautiful bi- and triceps easily shown without him even trying. His thick forearms, again surprisingly hairless naturally, turned me on just as much as his hairy chest and hard dick.

And that dick. I wanted the material between its skin and my eyes removed ASAP. My eyes moved from his upper body to his lower half. His cock stuck straight out like an arrow. And while it wasn’t particularly long (I’d guess six inches or so) it looked thick and it bobbed up and down, I suspect purposefully for my benefit. His hairy thighs, that seemed to strain the leg holes of his shorts, started moving as he stepped towards me. He reached out, grabbing my shoulders, his strong hands squeezing me causing my legs to weaken. I reached up to his waist, running my hands to his little love handles, up to his rib cage and around to the front of his torso. I could feel his smooth skin start to change to hairy shin. I watched my hands find their way to that black mat of chest hair. While it looked like his chest hair should be coarse, it was shockingly soft, like black cotton. My finger tips got lost in his chest hair as my hands ran up into his mid chest. I could feel his firm chest, which was hidden by that glorious hair.

Being so engrossed in his chest hair, I hadn’t noticed his hands working my shoulders until they made their way around my shoulders and starting working their way down my own sides. Somehow, I recall that he made my skin tingle as his hands once again explored my lower back, again finding their way in to the waist of my jeans. He seemed to be fascinated with my ass, which made me wonder if he wanted with it.

I felt his breath hit my face as he sighed when my fingers grazed one of his nipples. Making note, I focused both hands and all my fingers on his nipples. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. I watched his heart beat in his neck and I pinched and tweaked his nipples as he worked his hands around to my belt. He smartly unbuckled my belt and jeans. I remembered the sound they made as they hit the tile floor.

Before he could make another move, I grabbed his cock, taking control of the situation. I think it took him aback as I felt him take a step back. I quickly wondered if I had made a mistake. Until I felt his member plump up in my hand. I knew, that while he may be rethinking the situation, his cock had another take on it all.

He dropped his hands off of me as I pulled down his shorts. It seemed to happen in slow motion: first his black pubes, untrimmed, escaping their polyester prison, then his cock. What I thought was a thick dick wasn’t. It was a massively thick dick. It almost frightened me! And his balls, which were trimmed, hung like giant bowling balls.

I cupped his balls with my left hand and my hand wasn’t big enough for both of them. I remember him slightly tremble as I slid a finger around his balls and to his hairy taint. I don’t remember his face as I grabbed his tree of a cock with my right hand. I couldn’t wrap my hand around its girth. Maybe this is why they were having marital problems? Wifey couldn’t take it?!? I squeezed his dick and happily, a drop of precum showed itself. I rubbed it around the head of his cock, lubing it with his natural slickness.

Brian grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. I remember I could almost feel the heat of his body. He smelled clean and manly at the same time. We locked eye – I remember seeing a glint of sexual need in his eyes. His chest hair was so thick I swear I felt it tickling my own trimmed chest. He leaned in and I felt his cock poke me below my belly button as he was slightly taller than me. Quicker than I can remember, he pulled my underwear down, my soaking wet cock slapping his hairy thigh, smearing my own lube in his inner thigh. He smiled, seemingly pleased with himself. Or maybe my big cock.

Immediately I knelt down, his arrow straight cock mouth level to me, begging to be serviced. Which I was happy to oblige. I wrapped my watering lips around his head and felt it plump once again as its wet end met my hot mouth. His cock juice tasted sweet and salty at the same time. He moaned loudly as I circled his cock head with my tongue, tasting as much of Brian as I could. I wrapped my left arm around he right leg, grabbed his pendulum-like nuts with my right hand and buried his cock in my mouth. He was so thick I had to focus to keep my teeth off of him. If he liked my performance enough tonight I’d hope he’d want to do this – or more – again, so no teeth. To be honest, I could barely get my mouth around him. His bushy goodness tickled my nose and I pounded him with my head again and again.

I felt his nuts turn in my hand and draw up to his body as I slurped his man-ness as best I could. I felt his strong hand grab a handful of my hair and pull me off of him. I was disappointed as I popped off his wet dick. I looked up and remember barely seeing his face through his chest hair. I felt him twist my hair. It hurt but felt good at the same time. He pulled his cock up and shoved my face on to his giant balls. I ate his nuts like I was starving. He let his cock go and I felt it land on the top of my head with a thud.

I spun him around and pushed him down on to the mattress, taking him by surprise, pushing his legs back exposing his perfect ass. I moved his balls out of the way with one hand and went to town eat his ass. Brian is such a masculine man I was surprised at how much he squealed like a girl as I licked and tongue punched his pucker. The more he squealed and squirmed the more I ate his hole.

I pulled away as my jaw started to hurt, partially from trying to suck that thick ass cock and partly do to me obsession with eating his hole. I sat back looking at his wet, pink hole as it pulsed like it was alive. Brian slowly let his legs drop to each side of me. I remember his cock, still rock hard, pointing at the ceiling with wetness slowly streaming down one side of it. I sat there watching his stomach go up and down as he was trying to catch his breath.

I leaned forward, pulling his ass off the side of the mattress, inserting his cock back in to my mouth. This time, I was determined to make him mine. I pulled his balls down as far as I could with one hand, holding them tight and I bobbed up and down on his cock. It wasn’t long until his breathing picked up and he started muttering something – I don’t remember what he said. His balls tightened up and with a guttural scream he unloaded himself in to my mouth. Hot thick liquid filled my mouth as his cock twitched and his body convulsed. His thighs squeezed my body tighter as he dumped his seed in my mouth. His semen, that started sweet and salty, turned totally salty.

I held his cock in my mouth as it finished its job, slowly dumping the last bit of Brian-seed in to my mouth. I opened my mouth and let his cum spill out on to his black bush. Saliva and cum coated him perfectly. I sat back and, with a sore mouth and jaw, watched his perfect DILF body get back to normal. He sat up.

“Holy fuck man!” he said. “That was…”

“Perfection?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah. Per-fucking-fection!” he replied.

I stood up, my hard cock throbbing from lack of attention, a steady stream of precum leaking from it. He reached over and grabbed my cock. It twitched like it was being electrocuted. He leaned up, pointing my cock towards his hairy chest and jerked me. I don’t remember how much jerking he did, but it couldn’t have been more than four to five times before I blew my load in to his thicket of chest hair. I blasted my essence on to his chest, my legs buckling. I moaned and he made some filthy comment as I spackled his chest hair with my own white liquid. I stepped back, pulling my cock from his strong, cum covered hand.

“Damn buddy!” he said. “That’s a lot of cum!”

I couldn’t say anything as I was focused on standing up without falling. But I couldn’t, I fell over on to the mattress next to him. I remember looking over to him as he looked back at me. He smiled. I laughed.

“This has to stay between us” he said.

“Of course” I told him trying to catch my own breath.

He reached over and slapped my own hairy thigh.

“I need to clean up” he said. I recall him standing up off the edge of the mattress, his round, smooth ass glowing in the light of the tv. I watched him walk over to the side of the bed, his cock still sticking straight out in front of him as he picked up his clothes. I sat up on my elbows and watched him walk in to the bathroom. I sat there thinking about how this would effect our working relationship, something that never occurred to me at any point this evening.

It’s been two months since that night and all’s well at work. Fact is, I’ve visited Brian more than a few times since them. What’s happened in those visitations? Well, let’s just say I no longer have a sore jaw.