June 2
The next morning as I arrived for work, I approached the office break room to put my lunch in the fridge, but stopped to listen when I heard voices inside. I could hear Banner talking to Joe, our hockey expert.
“I’m telling you, bro, it’s true. Boss Man said ‘charitable’ which means ‘give’ right?”
“Yeah,” said Joe. “Like to give to the needy. So you think he saw what happened and he wants us to give…”
“Yeah bro, totally, it was like an order.”
“But dude, I don’t remember anything like that from the diversity training.”
“Bruh it’s like… their culture or somethin’. Like when we had Chinese food for Later New Year.”
“Lunar New Year, dude.”
I looked around the corner of the door. Joe was shifting on his feet while they talked and his meaty hockey butt clad in snug chinos flexed and wobbled. I watched mesmerized while it danced until I noticed they’d stopped talking. Joe had turned his head and caught me staring at his ass. He looked at me, then back at Banner whose expression said it all: See, bro?
Joe had pale blue eyes and they bored into my soul as he passed me in the doorway, offering a fist bump which I returned awkwardly. “See you at the meeting, Jeffy,” he whispered softly in my ear.
I helplessly held my lunchbag in front of my crotch as Banner gave me the thumbs-up.
“Pride Month!! Go gays!”
***
I got to the meeting early. It was a stand-up “huddle” in the hallway in front of a whiteboard. This was one of those management fads meant to keep meetings short and to the point, and also save on meeting space. There were three other guys from the team sports group, me, and Joe, who showed up last and gave me a meaningful look before standing directly in front of me.
As Mitch, the team lead, got the brainstorming session started, the others called out ideas for the next version of our betting app. I dutifully took notes on my phone, positioning it so I could admire Joe’s butt at the same time.
As usual with these hallway huddles, people still had to use the hallway. When Karl, the huge equestrian expert who was closer to the size of a horse than a jockey, tried to get by, Joe pushed back into me rather than stepping to the side. I clasped my phone to my chest and felt my heart race and my dick throb as I smelled his spicy aftershave.
“Sorry,” Karl joked. “Big man coming thru!”
Joe pressed further back, flattening me against the opposite wall. My cock was now vertical and was enveloped by Joe’s deep butt crack like a hot dog into a bun.
Karl passed but Joe stayed in this position as the meeting carried on. When Gabe on his left started talking about baseball, he shifted his hips. Joe’s hockey-honed glutes were so developed the inside edge of each one was rounded and hard. My cock felt like a stalk of wheat being ground between two millstones as the muscle flexed and rolled, first one way, then the other when Joe swivelled to the right to listen to Kyle talk about basketball.
By the time Mitch was giving the football update, I was desperate.
“Joe…” I whispered hoarsely. “I’m going to… I’m gonna…”
“S’Okay Jeffy. Go ahead. I gotcha covered,” he said softly out of the side of his mouth.
He waited for Mitch to turn back to the whiteboard and then suddenly flexed his ass hard. My eyes rolled back in my head as cum drenched my briefs. I gripped Joe’s muscled traps through his button-down to keep from falling as my knees buckled.
Mitch turned back and gave me an odd look but Joe calmly gave his hockey report while I tried to regain control of my body. My cock eventually softened enough that I could pry it away from Joe’s ass-grip.
Joe finished up his report and Mitch adjourned the meeting. Just at that moment, Karl came lumbering back from the other direction carrying a blue box of recyclables.
“Hey big guy,” Joe stopped him. “Jeffy here can take that for you.” Before Karl could protest, Joe took the box and turned, handing it to me with a sexy wink. I gratefully held it over my crotch as Joe walked away.
Karl smiled at me. He was in his early thirties, had a shaved head, spectacular green eyes and a full but neatly groomed auburn beard that just touched the shelf of his massively developed pecs. “Thanks Jeffy,” he said simply. “We should talk about horses sometime. How about lunch tomorrow?”
I took a deep breath. “I would love to have lunch with you,” I said to his chest.
He let loose a deep rumbly laugh that curled my toes. “It’s a date.”
