Part 1
On my first day, I strode into reception and announced my presence to the front desk. The flustered receptionist handed over my pass, holding a phone receiver to her ear with her shoulder.
“You’ll have to take the stairs, sorry, the lift is broken, again! Floor seven. Someone will meet you there.”
“No problem.”
I took the pass, headed to the stairwell and began climbing. By the time I reached the door, I was a hot, sweaty mess. Still panting, I lurched through onto the office floor.
“Antony Wright?” A voice peaked up from a desk to the side as a short woman walked around.
“That’s me,” I wheezed, wiping the sweaty hair from my brow. I held my shoulders close to my chest to hide the damp patches emerging under my armpits.
“Great, let’s get you settled,” the lady said, beckoning me to follow as she whipped through the open plan floor. She took me round a corner to a dimly lit and sparsely populated area. We reached a dusty desk that looked as though it hadn’t been used in months.
“Just pop your things down here and we’ll get you logged in for your online orientation.”
I put my bag on the desk and slumped down in the chair which almost broke from my weight. I switched on the screen and pressed the power button on the computer that sat next to it. Nothing happened.
We both spent a minute meddling with the plugs and cables before she let out a short, sharp huff.
“Typical,” she groaned, looking around, in vain, for a saviour.
“Okay, dial 555 and ask for IT to come down. I’ll be back to check on you later.” She galloped off back round the corner. As I watched her disappear, I whispered helplessly.
“Okay.”
I waited and waited. I had caught my breath but could still feel the heat radiating from my rosy cheeks. As I let out a long sigh, I heard some footsteps approaching. A man appeared from around the corner. He was a big man, wide and tall - he must have been well over six foot. He had luscious, golden locks of long, blonde hair that waved over his head. His barley coloured bushy eyebrows and neatly trimmed beard framed his striking blue eyes. He was chubby, soft and doughy, yet looked strong and well defined, like a Viking teddy bear. I was entranced from the second I saw him and felt completely caught off guard.
An involuntary urge caused me to jump up out of my chair to greet him as he gently walked toward my desk.
“Hi there!” I beamed at him, staring face-to-face, lost in his bright blue eyes which were now staring into mine. He timidly smiled back as he quickly scanned me from top to bottom.
“Antony?” He said firmly. His voice was deep, but gentle, comforting.
“I’m here to get you sorted out.”
I thought I would melt into a puddle right on the spot.
“Oh, perfect.” I swooned back down into my chair as he approached the desk. He knelt down right next to me and ran his hand under the desk, rummaging around checking cables. I sat next to him, watching closely as he tinkered around the desk. Every time we made eye contact, time slowed down to a crawl. I was obsessed by his shape and proportion. His loose office wear trousers stretched over his wide thighs as he knelt beside me, begging to be caressed. I fantasised about wrestling him right here on the office floor. We managed to make a bit of small talk as he worked around the desk. He’d occasionally glance over to me and smile, I was clearly not hiding my attraction to him very well.
After a few minutes, the screen came on.
“Oh, it’s fixed,” the disappointment was clear from my tone.
“There we go,” he said with a smile as he stood back up and brushed himself off. He took another look at me staring up at him from my chair.
“That should be all good for you, for now, Antony.”
I stood up next to him again. There was a small, awkward pause while we looked at each other.
“Thanks so much,” I said, holding out my hand.
It didn’t feel entirely appropriate to offer a handshake at the time but, instinctively, I think I just wanted to touch him, somehow. He looked slightly bemused, but took my hand and shook it, grinning back with a slight chuckle. As his firm hand wrapped around mine, I could feel a slight pull towards him. I didn’t want to let go, but eventually released his hand.
I slumped back into the chair and watched as he slowly shifted away back around the corner. Just before he vanished, he turned his head for one last quick glance. I began the online orientation, but my mind was fixated on the man from IT.
“Damn,” I thought, “I didn’t get his name.”
Over the next few days, as I settled into my new desk job, I fantasized about my encounter with the teddy bear Viking. I had only caught glimpses of him since, around and about, and had been thinking of ways to break office equipment, just for an excuse to call him out again. Although I yearned to replay that day again, I thought better of it, so as not to give myself a representation as the weird new guy. As time went on, he began to fade from my mind.
Part 2
Several weeks later, late at night, I was in bed, staring at my phone before falling asleep. Just as I was about to switch off, I felt it buzz in my hand. A message notification popped up.
“Hey.”
I tapped in. It was from ‘Heath Pattison’. When I went into the profile, a wave rushed over me. It was him, the man from IT. Memories of that first day we met flashed before my eyes. A few seconds passed and there was another buzz.
“Hope you don’t mind me messaging, it’s Heath from work” …
“We met a few weeks ago” …
“I fixed your computer XD”
I was vibrating with energy watching his messages roll in. Perhaps I was dreaming? I blinked and rubbed my eyes to ground myself. I was certainly conscious. Another buzz.
“How are you getting on at work?”
I tapped out a response.
“Oh hey! How’s it going?”
“Yeah I remember :) it’s going good thanks.”
“No more IT issues!”
Heath started typing back.
“Haha that’s good!” …
“I wasn’t sure if I should msg” …
“Hope it’s not weird”
He stopped typing. It was weird, but in a good way. But what was happening? I held my nerve a little longer and he began to type again.
“So…” …
“I was just browsing a certain website and saw you come up” …
“Which was a nice surprise!”
“Website”, I thought out loud, “what website?”
It dawned on me. Did he mean my dating profile? I sat up straight in bed. It must be. There’s nothing else that could mean. But, if he’d found me on that, he’d have seen my slutty photos. I stirred up and sat on the corner of my bed, scrolling through my apps to find the one. When I opened it, I had a new friend request. It was from Heath. I clicked on the profile picture and opened up his page. And there he was.
He had quite a few photos posted. I slowly scrolled through them in a daze of disbelief and excitement. I stopped on the third photo. He was standing in front of a mirror with no top on. His broad shoulders spanned the entire frame, showing off his big, beautiful chest with a tuft of golden hair between his pecks. He had a round, perfectly-formed podge of a belly with a small trail of hair that led down from his bellybutton into his jeans. I scrolled to the last photo. It was him standing sideways, facing away from a full length mirror, completely naked. I couldn’t see his front, but there was his beautiful bubble butt right in the centre of the shot. His large, wide thighs filled the frame.
“Holy shit,” I said out loud.
I stared down at my phone, scrolling through his photos again and again. My dick was as hard as rock, poking out through the hole in my boxers. My phone buzzed again.
“Have you seen?”
I remembered at that moment that Heath would have seen my photos too. I quickly scanned for my profile on the app. There were only two; a fairly safe profile shot of my face, and a second very suggestive pose of me, legs spread, on the floor, hiding my junk with one hand and holding the phone in the other. I’d gained more weight since then, but they looked OK. I presumed Heath had seen them, so I messaged back.
“I have, just now, wow!”
“And I guess you’ve seen mine as well, then?”
He replied quickly.
“Yep.” …
“Very nice!”...
“So it looks like we’re both up for… fun stuff?”
I didn’t hesitate to respond.
“I’d love to do… fun stuff… haha!”
“When were you thinking?”
I was hoping for the answer that came next.
“What are you doing right now?”
Part 3
I checked the address again on my phone and walked up to the door. I was sure I had the right place, but knocked discretely. After a few seconds, Heath opened the door and signalled me in without saying anything. As he closed the door behind him, I turned to look. He was wearing a loose t-shirt and some relaxed pyjama bottoms.
“Hi,” he said, giggling.
“Hi,” I said back.
“Come in.”
He led me down the dim hallway to a door which he opened and went through. I followed and found myself in a single studio room with a kitchenette, a tv and a sofa with a messy bed behind it. I closed the door and turned to see him sit down on the sofa. He seemed stoic and timid, certainly not as forward as he’d been over text. He looked over to me standing at the doorway.
“So,” he murmured, “you got here quick.”
“Yeah, I’m actually not too far away.” I walked over and sat next to him.
“Ah, cool, cool”.
We both spent a few seconds watching each other as the initial awkward tension began to dissipate. He looked a little tense as he eyed me over. He broke the short silence when he whispered in his deep, gentle voice.
“I’ve not done much of this… stuff… just so you know.”
“Me neither, to be honest,” I replied, “but I guess we’ll just go with the flow?”
“Yeah, absolutely,” he said with a smile.
“Absolutely,” I smiled back and took a deep breath in. The butterflies were already spinning in my gut and my heart was beating through my chest. As I lent forward, as Heath did too, we closed our eyes and started to kiss.
A flood of hormones rushed over me as we began to embrace. I ran my hand through his golden hair and down his shaggy sideburns and onto his chest. He was hot to the touch. He pulled away and lifted up his t-shirt, exposing his smooth, chubby torso. I pulled off my shirt and we began kissing again. My hand ran around his naked chest with a mind of its own, feeling up and down to every crevice it could reach. He broke away again and laid back on the sofa smiling at me. Down between his legs, a tent pole poked up under his pyjamas. I knelt up to present him the bulge that was stirring in my shorts. He stared at my crotch.
“I’m super horny,” he said, “I need to try and contain myself”.
“I know what you mean,” I pressed onto my tight bulge. “I already feel ‘edgy’.”
We both got up and walked over to the bed where we stood facing each other. He peeled down his pyjama bottoms and stood in his tight undies, his engorged package now pointing directly towards me. His bare thighs were sprinkled with a soft smattering of wispy golden hairs. My legs gave way and I dropped to my knees, leaning forwards and clutching onto his chunky legs like I was about to climb an enormous oak tree. I rubbed my face across his thighs and up to his tight bulge, shoving my nose in deep to experience his manly aroma. It was heavenly and thick, almost like freshly baked loaf straight from the oven. He looked down on me in shock and exhilaration, grasping my head in his hands as I nuzzled into his crotch like an excited dog. His knees buckled as he struggled to remain balanced. I could feel him pressing his erection into my face. Finally, he reached down and pulled me back up to stand in front of him.
I pulled down my shorts and kicked them off my leg, adjusting the tight pull of my boxers. We waited for a second longer before our hands reached out and started to grope. We took a minute to hold and rub each other and then moved in closer together. The pressure of our stiff dicks rubbing together through the fabric of our underwear was stimulating. I reached around with both hands to his voluptuous bubble butt and pulled his pelvis close to mine, making him moan and tense up.
“We should get these off now,” he whispered. .
“Okay,” I exhaled, “let’s go.”
He slowly pulled down his tight undies, releasing his stiff cock which sprang up to attention. It was perfectly average in size, but it was girthy and stout, protruding toward me, framed by a cute tuft of his natural golden blonde hair. As he pulled his pants further down, out came a heavy sack of pert, juicy balls that bounced underneath his hard on. I could see the glistening precum oozing out of his foreskin that left a trail to the floor as he dropped his pants down.
I stood in awe of his wide, stocky body, now completely naked in front of me. His cheeks flushed and red hot. I followed suit and dropped my boxers to the ground. We both looked each other up and down once more.
“Your body is incredible,” I moaned.
“Thanks,” he blushed, “yours is, too.”
We fell onto the bed and started kissing again, our hands rubbing up and down as we panted and moaned on top of the sheets. Sweat began beading on my skin. Heat radiated off Heath’s body like a furnace. I sat up and looked down at Heath’s stiff dick, beaming up like a pillar of stone from his soft body. I ran my hand over his thick thigh and grasped his cock in my fingers. Heath gasped and looked down to watch what was happening. I slowly began to pull back his skin which slid down his rigid shaft, revealing his bright pink head. It glistened with precum. I slid my finger around his wet head making him twitch and jolt. As I reached his frenulum, I gave it a firm tickle.
“Oh,” he moaned, “that’s super sensitive there”.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, careful,” he chuckled, “it might go off if you’re not careful!”
I moved my hand down to grope his swollen, bouncy sack. He let out a pent up gasp as I squeezed.
“Oof,” I said, “these feel full.”
“They are,” he nodded, “it’s been a while. And I produce a lot, just to warn you.”
The thought of him blowing his massive load made me wild with passion.
"Oh? Nice. I’ll get it all out for you, don’t you worry.”
“And there’s another thing you should know,” he said, “I can go again, a couple of times, back to back.”
“For real,” I asked, “like, straight away?”
“I can, sometimes,” he said, “If you keep going, I can keep going.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I felt butterflies filling my stomach. “I’m going to have to see this.”
I positioned my head over his rigid tree trunk and pulled his skin back all the way again. His musky scent hit the back of my throat as I took a long, deep breath in through my nose. I pressed my lips onto the tip of his head and slowly pushed my face down, engulfing his throbbing cock into my mouth, whole. I began to work my tongue around as he whimpered and grabbed onto the bed sheets.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered, as I swirled my tongue around and around.
I began to slowly bob my head up and down, making sure to press my lips tightly shut around his dick. Every time I reached the tip, he twitched and gasped. He grabbed onto my head as it rode up and down on him, slowly and firmly. Heath started to pant like a dog after a run. The slurping and squelching sounds echoed around his small bedsit. I could feel his grip on my head begin to tighten to the point where it almost hurt.
“That feels incredible, keep going,” he panted as I started to go faster.
He lifted his legs up and spread them apart as I went down on him hard. His ballsack had tightened up into a firm ball that bounced against my chin on every gulp, drenched in saliva and precum. I could see his toes curling from the corner of my eye. His hands moved back to the bedsheets, gripping them tightly between his fingers. I could tell he was already getting close, so I slowed right down and increased the pressure with my cheeks and tongue, going as deep as I possibly could. I could taste the distinct salty flavour of semen and sweat starting to build up in my mouth, getting stronger with each gulp.
Heath twisted and strained on the bed, held down only by the force of my pulsating mouth around his cock. I reached under him and grabbed hold of his buttocks, tightly pressing his pelvis into my face on every push. His breaths became erratic and desperate as if he was close to passing out. Eventually he let out a yelp and opened his eyes widely.
“Oh god,” he panted, “oh fuck, oh fuck!”
His hands locked onto my head again, holding on tightly. His body twisted and wriggled in agonising bliss.
“It’s coming, I’m gonna cum, oh god!”
I stopped bobbing as he clutched onto my head, pressing it down into his groin. He began to frantically thrust his hips forwards, pushing his cock into my mouth as hard as he could, again and again. His body began to tense up hard, and his stomach cramped making his head fly forwards. With a final, forceful push down on my head he let out an almighty, guttural cry.
“Aaaruuuuughhhhh!”
I felt massive, warm gushes burst into my mouth and down my throat as he blew his load hard. He thrusted deep, over and over again, as he panted and cried and squirmed on the bed, convulsing and jolting forwards as the spasms took control of his whole body.
As his blissful orgasmic waves began to subside, his limbs went limp as he gasped for air, collapsing back on the bed. Eventually his pelvic thrusts slowed to a mere twitch, although I hadn’t finished with him yet.
I took a big gulp to clear the mouthful of his spunk and started to bob up and down again on his cock. It was still as hard as before. Heath knew what I was going to do, but didn’t have the energy or strength left to try and stop me.
“That was such a big one, I don’t know if I could go again,” his voice wobbled, barely able to catch his breath. I raised my head off his crotch, leaving trails of spit, and stared down at his vulnerable, shrivelled body.
“We’ll see about that,” I said, before going back to work.
He moaned and closed his eyes as he prepared, as best he could, to go through more punishing pleasure.
This time I was more vigorous. I sucked as hard as I could as I went up and down, shoving his dick into my mouth as quickly as possible. The idea of making him cum again filled me with even more energy than before. He moaned and groaned from the overload of pleasure still tingling through his body. In less than a minute, Heath began to squirm again on the bed. He let out a desperate whimper as he looked down at me.
“I can feel it building again, it’s going to happen.” He was red faced and sweating all over, “yes, keep going.”
I pulled his dick out of my mouth and began to beat it off with my hand, the wet fapping sound of his slippery, saliva and cum-soaked cock filled the room. His hands clenched onto his chubby belly and his legs pulled up from the pressure building again.
“Oh shit, it’s another big one. It’s gonna be another big one.” He spluttered as his head lurched forward. He held his breath as his body tensed, his toes curling up, the heat now making his chest turn bright red.
I kept beating quickly as I moved my mouth back down closer to his raw, red, throbbing bellend, sticking out my tongue and licking seductively around the tip. He let out another cry as he gasped for breath, straining under the immense pressure of another intense, full-body orgasm engulfing him. Pools of warm, silky semen began to ooze out, preluding Heath’s second climax, as he finally released.
“Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh!”
Heavy shots started to fire out onto my lips and tongue. I made sure to catch some into my mouth as they came, one after the next, with force. This orgasm seemed to last even longer than his first. Heath’s hand whipped up and took over from mine, beating his cock desperately, trying to relieve the intense pressure. His body was curled up like a prawn on a barbeque as he pushed out ropes of sweet cum. By the time he stopped gushing, his semen covered everything, from his belly down to his thighs. A large dark pool of damp bedsheets lay underneath his quivering, clammy body. I wiped my mouth and looked up at Heath, red-faced and huffing. He was looking down at me in disbelief of the pleasure he just experienced.
“Wow, that was pretty incredible,” I laughed. “so explosive!”
He laughed and nodded in relief, unable to utter any words. He gently caressed his raw staff, still satisfying the gentle pulses that remained from his intense, second orgasm.
I leant up onto my knees, kneeling over Heath. My cock was harder than it had ever been before, dripping with precum and glowing with heat. He took a good look and shook off his exhaustion.
“I think you need a turn now,” he said.
I nodded, grabbing my firm erection with one hand. My balls were aching to release my load now.
“Do you want to put it inside me?”
I froze for a second while I processed his offer. I visualised his juicy, sweaty cheeks currently marinating in the pool of his warm, sweet semen.
“Uh, yes, I do,” I cautiously began. “I’ve never actually done that before, though”.
“That’s OK,” Heath wiped down his sweaty brow. “Me neither, but we’ll figure it out.”
We both paused until the excitement took over us again. Heath laid back on the bed and shifted his stance, lifting his knees and opening his legs. He pulled apart his cheeks and revealed his gorgeous hole to me. It was so clean and smooth down there, except for a small ring of his trademark golden whiskers that rimmed his opening.
“Maybe just warm me up a bit first?”
He looked nervous, but willing. I moved forwards into position and ran my hand over his groin, collecting all the spit, spunk and sweat that pooled around his bits. Somehow, he was still hard, and his dick whipped back as I collected the sticky mess. I began to gently smooth over his open crack, massaging around his hole. I leant over and spat down onto it, massaging more of it in and around. Gradually I began to slide a finger in. Heath let out a short gasp as I slowly entered. I looked up to gauge his expression. His eyes were closed and he was wincing slightly, but seemed to be enjoying it. I could feel him clenching down on my finger.
“Ok, I’m going for another finger. Try to relax,” I said, as I soothed his clammy left buttock with my free hand. “You’re doing great.”
He nodded and took a deep breath as I went in further, moving another finger inside him. He was starting to loosen up more as my second finger entered. I reached up slowly, hunting for his sweet spot.
“Ughh,” he suddenly jolted.
“Found it,” I said, cheekily circling his hard, walnut-sized prostate with my fingers. It must have been so sensitive after his two major orgasms. Suddenly, I was in control of his whole body, just with the power of my two fingers inside him. My motions made him spasm and flinch yet seemed to make him relax even further as he gave in to my teasing. He opened his eyes and reached out to his member, still hard as wood, pulling away ropes of fresh spunk that were oozing out.
“Can’t believe there’s any left in there,” I said in disbelief as he reached down to top up the lubrication around his hole.
“I think I’m ready, if you are.” He looked at me through his soggy locks of hair covering his face. I was more than ready.
I slowly pulled my fingers out and clutched my hands onto his knees, which were swinging in the air above us. I shifted my knees down behind his soft buttocks and got into position.
“Okay, I’ll take it slow.”
I slowly moved the aching head of my cock and pressed it against his entrance. Gathering another mouth full of saliva, I spat downwards and started to massage it around, like an artist with a paintbrush. I slowly pushed my hips forward, forcing my dick into his hole. Heath was breathing steadily as I gently pulled it in and out, going a little deeper each time. After a few more strokes, I gently yet firmly pushed everything in. Heath gasped and whimpered and let out a long sigh.
It felt incredible. His warm, squishy ass engulfed me. As I thrust in as far as I could, I could feel my bellend press against his sweet spot which pushed out another silky rope of spooge from Heath’s dick. We both moaned as I began to pull out and back in.
Beads of sweat fell down from my brow onto Heath’s sticky chest and belly as I continued to push inside of him. His eyes were closed shut as he gently tweaked on his nipples, slowly circling them, lost in trance of new sensations. He wrapped his thick legs around my waist, helping me to push my cock into him even further.
Eventually I found a good rhythm and, once again, the sound of wet, sloppy smacks filled the room. I could feel my ballsack bang against his body on every thrust. Heath’s whimpering became short cries, letting them out on each thrust I gave him.
“Uh… uh… I might actually bust again… uh!” he yelped as I stabbed on his hard sweet spot, over and over again.
I was coming close to losing it. I could feel the rumblings of a massive, explosive climax start to build. I leant forward over Heath’s body and locked his arms above his head. His belly firmly bounced on every thrust. I lowered my head towards him. He cracked his eyes open.
“I’m going to nut in you,” I said between my panting, “and I want you to blow your load when I do. Okay?”
“Okay,” he said, “Okay.”
Heath locked his legs even tighter around my waist as my thrusts intensified. I was starting to get lightheaded and dizzy, but soon, the only sensation I felt was the enormous pit of energy building from my stomach down to my balls. His squishy, warm hole wrapped around my pulsating cock as it slid in and out.
“Are you ready? Here it comes,” I blurted out, my saliva raining down onto Heath’s chest.
“Yeah!” He cried. “Go.”
I looked down to see a flood of fresh spunk pooling into Heath’s bellybutton, oozing out as I banged my pelvis into his. He freed one of his hands from my grip and grabbed his stiff cock. Gripping as tightly as he could, he pulled back his foreskin and aimed it up in the air, straining with pure energy.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a final thrust, I pushed into Heath’s hole and let out an almighty roar. I felt buckets of cum shoot into him. Wave after wave of intense electricity shot through my body. The next second, Heath let out another, enormous roar as thick, pearly ropes sprayed into his face. His hole pulsated and squeezed around my cock as we twisted and spasmed together, again and again. As the peak of our orgasms began to fade, my arm gave out and I fell down onto Heath’s cum-covered belly in a heap of raw, quivering jelly.
We both laid there in a pile and gasped for air. After a minute, I peeled myself off him and leant up. A gush of gooey, warm spunk flowed out as I pulled my vibrating dick out of him. I looked down at Heath who was still panting, rosy-red and covered in a salty ocean. He looked back at me, completely spent, as though he could sleep for three days straight. He gently soothed his raw hole with a finger as he looked down on the mess that we’d just created. After a long, deep breath he looked up at me, bashful and exhausted.
“We should do this again, but I might need a few more minutes this time.”
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