10 on the Time Clock
Ten hardcore tales of gay experiences at work
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Cock-Eyed
I guess it’s better to just come right out and admit it; I love looking at cock. If there’s a chance to scope out another man’s package, I’m there. If an occasion comes about that allows me to check out another guy’s meat in a public restroom, my eyes zero in like a cruise missile. Guess what’s the first thing that I look for when I’m surfing for porn pictures on the internet? Uh, huh… you’re right. Cock.
Okay, maybe I’m not that different than a lot of guys out there. I mean, just about every guy has snuck a look at another guy’s penis at one point or another in our lives. The difference is that some guys just move on. Then there are those like me that never got past the stage of curiosity and tend to fixate on the grand pieces of human sausage that reside between the legs of all of the males on this planet.
Oh, I’m not simply content to look, either. Nope. Any time an opportunity arises – or better yet, that a dick rises – I want to be there to see it, feel it, and play with it. The issue, of course, is to find another guy that has no problem being on the receiving end of that attention.
See, I’m a married cock whore. I love my wife, but I can’t help but think I’d love her more if she happened to be blessed with a huge, thickly veined, mushroom-headed rock-hard cock for me to play with once in a while. But since she doesn’t possess such a toy, I tend to look outside of our relationship for such an animal.
The latest object of my interest was a new guy at the shops. Walt was about 5’11” and maybe 180 reasonably packed pounds. He had dark hair and fairly tanned skin, was clean shaven and wore dark-rimmed glasses that made him look a little bookish, but not over-the-top nerdy. Basically, Walt was a rather generic white guy. Pretty much my doppelganger, save for my lack of glasses. What made Walt stand out to me, understandably, was the incredible bulge he carried around in his pants.
Walt and I worked together as equipment inspectors. We weren’t really “friends”, but we got along well enough on a professional level. On most work days Walt usually wore pleat-front khakis that seemed to tent themselves over and around his large package. Even when he was in business slacks, he looked like he was packing pretty good. But the real treat was whenever he and I had to change into coveralls to crawl in and around equipment too dirty or grimy for him and me to be in our street clothes. Those locker room glances were to die for.
We’d have to strip down to slip into our coveralls. Walt wore briefs; not quite tighty-whities, but pretty close. Those few moments between him slipping out of his pants and into the coveralls and back again later revealed a pubic bulge that looked like he was trying to smuggle a softball in his underwear.
The first time “the bulge” caught my eye, I was sure my jaw dropped along with the sighting. In a perfect world Walt would have taken advantage of my open jaw and shoved his monster into my mouth and face-fucked me. But, the world was far from perfect and I had to settle for stealing glances whenever the opportunity allowed for later use as masturbatory fantasies. I could do worse, to be sure.
But, in the last week or so Walt seemed to take a little longer between stripping down and re-dressing himself, not to mention that he tended to face in my direction while doing so. For the last 5 days or so I was getting a rare opportunity to really admire the outline of Walt’s long member and the curve of the crown of his head tucked far to the bottom of the stretched cotton fabric. Now I wasn’t really stealing glances so much as they seemed to be granted me in some bizarre karmic kindness.
Still, I tried to remain secretive with my stares. I certainly had no idea where Walt’s sexual proclivities lay, and openly checking out and/or coming on to a co-worker can get you fired nowadays. I mean, it’s one thing to deal with your wife over a sexual harassment complaint filed by a female co-worker, but when it’s from coming on to another male, well that make things more than a little messy at home.
Yet there it was. Maybe it was my imagination but I swear that Walt was damn near parading for me after a while. He’d take off his pants and before getting into his work coveralls he suddenly had to check for text messages on his cell phone, or make sure that his glasses were clean, all the while facing right at me Then he’d put on his coveralls and after he worked all of his limbs inside he would absentmindedly leave his beautiful bulge protruding outside of the garment for some time before tucking himself in and zipping it up.
Whether it was all a coincidence or intentional acts didn’t matter. It was just completely driving me nuts. I had to somehow once and for all find a way to see Walt’s penis in the flesh, literally, for myself.
Then last night Walt and I had to work late on an equipment inspection to meet a critical deadline. So late, in fact, that he and I ended up being the only crew left on site to close down the shops once we were done. Throughout our inspection I kept distracting myself by trying to come up with a plan to somehow corner Walt and get a look at the hidden monster. No sooner than I’d come up with an idea than I’d shoot it down as being too absurd or far-reaching. I was getting nowhere – well, nowhere but frustrated – and decided that I should just give up before I completely made an ass of myself over this insane cock hunger.
Figuring that I should eliminate my temptation, I told Walt that he could go ahead and get himself changed and go home and that I would close things up myself. But, Walt insisted that he stay on with me and finish up what he thought was his fair share of the work. Damn, no matter what I did to make things right I was going to be made to suffer for my penile attraction.
Finally, Walt and I finished our inspection and shut down the shops. We went back to the locker room in relative silence; him probably because of being tired from the late work day, and me because I didn’t want to suddenly blurt out something like, “Hey, Walt, I know we hardly know each other that well but can I look at your huge dick?”
I sat on the bench in front of my locker and pulled my shoes off and followed by stripping off my coveralls. Walt followed in kind, an then stood up from the bench to fold his coveralls. His standing up once again put his bulging manhood at my eye level.
“Hey, Ed,” called Walt, “ya got a minute?”
“Yeah, sure,” I answered. “What’s up?”
Walt, clad only in his briefs, turned towards me as leaned his back against the locker next to mine. Now not only was his dick at my eye level, he was putting it directly in my line of sight.
“I’m not sure how to ask this,” he said, sounding a little nervous, “and please don’t take this the wrong way, but… have you been… checking me out?”
Holy motherfuck. Was this an accusation? A fight waiting to erupt?
“How – what do you mean?” I asked in response, trying to keep eye contact with Walt while his prick was screaming for my attention.
“I dunno,” he said, still sounding a little uneasy. “I think I’ve seen you looking at… me… a couple times every so often.”
“Well…” I answered, trying to figure how I was going to get out of this one, “I, uh, you… look, dude, it’s kinda difficult not to try and sneak a peek at a guy that’s hung like a fucking horse, okay?”
If Walt had a problem with my sudden admission of guilt, he was hiding it very well.
“I’ll… take that as a compliment,” he said, finally.
“As well you should,” I said, still waiting for some kind of fallout from my guilty plea.
“Aren’t you married?” Walt asked.
“Uh, yeah,” I replied. “Going on fifteen years.”
“So you’re not gay,” he said.
“Not… really,” I said, trying to find the right words for the situation.
“Bi?” asked Walt.
“Would it really make a difference if I admitted to being bisexual?” I asked.
“Well,” sighed Walt, “it would make the difference between me putting on my pants right now or taking off my underwear instead.”
I looked up at Walt, searching his face for a sign that this was all some weird put-on. Well, it’d been a long time since anyone punched me in the nose, so I figured I had nothing to lose but the chance to be true to myself.
“Please take off your underwear,” I told him.
No sooner had I asked than Walt casually bent over and pushed his briefs to the floor and stepped out of them. When he stood upright again, I was treated to the most incredible cock I had ever seen in true life.
“Is it what you wanted?” asked Walt.
Walt’s exquisite manhood looked like a massive python crawling out of a black bushel of hair. The way it was hanging I knew it couldn’t yet be erect, but it had to already be a good 7 inches in length and with the circumference of a garden hose.
“It’s fucking huge, dude,” I answered with a stunned giggle in my voice.
Walt stepped up to me, putting his monster cock right in my face. It became obvious that we were not leaving the locker room without some direct contact. I reached out and took his flaccid but thick member in my left hand and marveled at its literal weight. I then brought my right hand up and wrapped both fists around Walt’s quickly growing shaft. With my left fist at the very base of Walt’s meat and my right fist wrapped around his dick above that, his cockhead was still uncovered by my hands.
When it felt as though Walt’s staff had become firm, I started to move my fists in unison to masturbate him. His scrotum hung low and loose, swaying like the testicles of a Brahma bull. Once I started to pump him, his slit opened and oozed a large dollop of sticky precum. I eagerly stuck out my tongue and licked the drip of his seeping fluid, finding that it tasted like nectar to me.
“That’s nice, Ed,” sighed Walt.
My mind was reeling. I had not only been allowed to finally see Walt’s horse cock, but I was actually holding it and stroking it. The length was incredible, but the circumference hadn’t really increased much beyond the men I had played with in my past, which I found to my liking because now I could take it to the next level.
I leaned forward and opened my lips and took the head of Walt’s cock into my mouth and started to suck on him. Like the sweetness of his precum, I found the taste of Walt’s dick flesh also very sweet, almost as if his was a relatively uneaten fruit. As much as I love sucking cock, I’m still not a master of deep throat techniques. Even if I was, this was not a prick for deep-throating unless you planned on having it tickle your navel from the inside.
“This isn’t something I usually receive,” sighed Walt.
‘Nor me,’ I thought. With the way his delicious precum was oozing, I nearly thought he was already cumming.
With both of my hands around Walt’s shaft keeping a steady pumping rhythm I matched the pace with my head, doing my level best to fit as much as of his cock as possible into my relatively shallow mouth. He uttered a low, contented moan as I pumped the shaft up and down while being careful not to hit the sensitive head with my teeth. Although I needed no additional encouragement, Walt reached down and took my face in his hands and kind of guided me while I gently bobbed my mouth on the head of his massive cock while I stroked the full length of his pole. I only wish I had another pair of hands so I could also fondle his balls at the same time.
“We’re almost there,” he sighed. “Just a little more…”
A little more, a lot more, I didn’t care. I was simply enjoying the sensation of Walt’s delicious tool in my mouth. I increased the pace of my hand strokes and mouth strokes as best I could without gagging myself. I could feel his shaft tighten in my hands, and the head of that beautiful dick swelled even further, increasing its pressure against my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
“Oh, God,” Walt groaned as his whole body seemed to shiver wildly. “I'm gonna… I’m gonna blow!”
The mushroom head of Walt’s massive member suddenly grew so engorged that I couldn't hope to keep it in my mouth. I kept up my strokes with my hands as his huge prick throbbed in my grasp.
“Oh, FUCK!!” he shouted as I could actually feel the first ejaculation course through his meaty manhood on its lightning-fast trip towards my waiting mouth. But when Walt’s incredible fuck pole erupted into my mouth, the literal blast of semen forced my mouth off of his cock.
“More! More!” he screamed.
My mouth had filled instantly from the first massive ejaculation, and even as I tried to swallow Walt’s creamy fluid, he came like a geyser. I kept stroking him with my hands and more and more of his seed flowed like a river; more than I could ever have hoped to contain. Walt’s moans continued in waves that corresponded with his bursts of hot jizz that sprayed all over my face and ran down my neck and over my fists and dripped on my arms. I tried to put the head of his cock back in my mouth to catch some of the last spurts, but it was like trying to close my mouth over a gushing fire hose.
Finally, Walt’s climax ebbed and he let go of my head. I was still trying to stroke his spent dick but I could barely keep a grip on it from the volume of semen Walt had expelled from his rod. I could only imagine what my face looked like coated with the flood of sweet sperm Walt had blessed me with.
A little later we had both cleaned up and were just talking like old friends. We had finally crossed a threshold that apparently both of us had been considering but neither of us knew how to act on it. Until tonight.
“I had kind of gotten a vibe from you some time ago that you might swing both ways,” Walt said. “I just wasn’t sure when, or if, I could act on it.”
“I’m glad you finally did. So, when did you figure out I was taking crotch shots?” I asked, the taste of Walt’s cum still on my tongue.
“Early on,” Walt answered. “I’ve had reactions to my… bulge before, so I recognized the look. On your face, it was even more obvious.”
“That bad, huh?” I asked
“Let’s just say that you’re not gonna win any poker games with that face,” laughed Walt. “But feel free to look at me cock-eyed any time.”
The Night Shift
Working late-night security in the bank building was generally quiet. Not much to do except just stare at the 15 video monitors that relayed image feeds from all of our security cameras strategically placed in and around the building. So, I had one of the easiest jobs on the planet; stare at the monitors and report anything suspicious. Easy job. Easy and really, really boring.
A former co-worker named Sid used to bring one of those portable little TVs in to work with him. One night Sid was apparently pretty involved in whatever was on TV that night because he missed our boss coming in to check on things and got caught by surprise. It wasn’t the TV in his possession that was the problem so much, but the fact that Sid was so focused on whatever program he was watching that he missed our boss’s approach on four different cameras that could have given Sid time to put everything away. That’s why Sid is a former co-worker.
I, on the other hand, passed the time by doing crossword and logic puzzles. I found that it helped to keep my mind active while not distracting me from giving the video monitors sufficient attention. My boss, Frank, even tried to sneak in on me a couple times, but in all cases I saw him coming and was ready for him when he showed up. It became kind of a little game between us, one that I kept winning. Over time, it became apparent that Frank had taken a real liking to me and that I had his full confidence.
But one night, all the crossword puzzles or portable TVs in the world would likely not have distracted me from watching the monitors, or my boss, because Frank became the center of attention in a way I would never have expected.
I was doing a crossword puzzle, trying to come up with an 8-letter word for ‘to shorten’. I thought of ‘truncate’ and quickly glanced at the monitors for any signs of activity on my way to writing it down. On monitor 4, I saw Frank walk into the late-night security entrance. He wasn’t hard to notice given his stocky stature and shaved head that tended to reflect overhead lighting in the building. As if to punctuate his entrance, Frank looked right at the number 4 camera and smiled while flipping the bird.
Frank had to know that I saw him, but since there is always an off chance that I, or any other security person on site, could have been in the bathroom or something during his pass by the entrance camera, when Frank passed into view in the hallway covered by Camera 6, he turned around to face the camera and flipped it (or me) off with both hands this time for good measure.
“Okay, Frank, apparently you want my attention,” I said to myself. “You’ve got it.”
Based upon his current path, the next camera angle Frank would walk into would be Camera 8. There is a short break in available surveillance between the two camera views where the janitorial office sits, but Frank didn’t appear as expected on Monitor 8.
I surmised that Frank might have gone into the janitorial office, although I was at a loss to figure what he might have needed in there. Another moment later a figure walked into Camera 8’s view, but it wasn’t Frank. It was Maurice, the young janitor who had hired on a couple weeks ago and who worked the same shift as me. Maurice was out of uniform, though, wearing dark pants and a white tank top. Or so I thought.
Maurice, a firmly built black kid working on a degree at the local university, walked closer to the camera’s position. He wasn’t wearing dark pants; he wasn’t wearing any pants! I rubbed my eyes thinking that maybe the late night was playing tricks on me, but Maurice was clearly only clad in a white tank to and nothing else, and sporting a very long and thick penis dangling between his long and lean legs.
Just when I thought the moment had gotten weird, it took on a new dimension when Frank appeared into the camera view from Maurice’s office, carrying a chair in front of him. Frank came up behind Maurice and appeared to get the younger man’s attention since Maurice turned around to Frank. Frank put the chair down, revealing himself to also be naked from the waist down!
My jaw dropped from the sight of Frank revealing his stocky, half-naked body to the lithe, half-naked Maurice. But I watched in shock as Frank turned the chair sideways in the hallway to the camera’s view and Maurice sat in it, followed by Frank kneeling between Maurice’s legs and, while the two of them looked right at the camera, put Maurice’s long member into his mouth.
“Holy fuck!” I said aloud.
Frank started sucking on Maurice’s dick it for all he was worth as the young black guy just kept looking toward the camera – and me by default – and smiled. This didn’t look like some lark of a blow job, either. Frank’s dedication to taking long and deep strokes on Maurice’s tube steak appeared too practiced to be a one-time thing. Maurice’s member had to have grown to around 10 inches in length by now, a most fitting example of the long-held claims of racially superior penis size, yet Frank appeared to be devouring it with ease.
Frank was pumping his head up and down in a quick rhythm, stopping every couple moments to take his mouth away and pump Maurice’s monster dick with his fist as if to both admire it and flaunt it to the camera, and then open up his mouth to start sucking on it again to demonstrate just how much of Maurice’s black meat he could force down his throat. And while stunned by the whole bizarre scene, I couldn’t help it as my own prick began to harden in my pants as I watched Frank continue his oral pleasuring of Maurice.
Maurice turned his attention back to Frank and said something, making me wish our security system came with sound. But I guessed that Maurice must have been telling Frank that he was close to cumming because the next thing I witnessed was an increase in the tempo of Frank’s cock sucking. He was driving his mouth hard and fast on Maurice’s big black rod while pumping the kid’s dick shaft in kind. I sat in my chair staring at the screen as I absentmindedly fingered my fully erect dick through my pants leg. I was shocked, stunned, and incredibly turned on.
I felt like the ultimate voyeur as I watched, mesmerized, as Maurice threw his head back in pleasure as his body convulsed and Frank pulled his mouth off of Maurice’s massive member in time for me to see it ejaculate streams of white cum all over Frank’s welcoming face as he continued to masturbate Maurice’s pulsating flesh pole. By now I had the front of my pants undone and had let my erection out into the open air.
Sperm was flying as Maurice’s semen flowed from his cock like a fire hose. When it appeared that the eruptions had subsided, Frank resumed sucking on the kid’s thick penis slowly and almost tenderly until Maurice finally pushed Frank’s face away. Maurice reached over to his side and picked up a towel and handed it to Frank, who used it to wipe Maurice’s cum bath from his smiling face.
Finally, Maurice stood up and picked up the chair and headed away from the camera and to his office. Frank looked directly at the camera and overtly licked his lips. He reached up to the lens of the camera and jingled a ring of keys, then he walked towards the camera and out of sight.
Camera 11 picked up Frank, still naked from the waist down and sporting a thick erection bouncing in front of him, walking to the stairwell door that led to the Security office and, using the keys he shook for me benefit earlier, unlocked and opened the door. As it closed on screen I could feel the vibration in the wall. I could now hear the soft thudding of naked feet on the carpeted stairs as Frank climbed towards the office. I spun in my chair as the Monitor Room door opened and Frank stepped into the room and smiled at me.
“You’re so good at taking a hint,” he said, grinning at me lustily.
While monitoring Frank’s approach, I had taken the liberty of stripping myself of my pants and briefs and was now facing Frank as naked from the waist down as him and Maurice and making my rigid member available for his consideration.
“It looked like the required uniform of the night,” I said.
“I’ve been wanting your dick for too long,” he said as he walked towards me.
I scooted my butt closer to the edge of my padded office chair as I spread my legs and welcomed Frank between them. His eyes never leaving my erection, Frank settled to his knees and engulfed my meat with the same unbridled enthusiasm he had given Maurice’s giant tool.
Although I knew my seven-inch dick couldn’t possibly compare with Maurice’s nearly foot-long treat, Frank appeared just as dedicated and attentive with me as he had his young black stud, holding the base of my shaft firmly in his meaty hand while taking me deep into his mouth. Frank worked over my rigid member tightly with his hot tongue and mouth, bobbing his shaved head up and down on my cock with greater speed and intensity while continuing to hold the base of my manhood with just enough firmness to control me in his grasp.
The whole bizarre series of on-screen events had my sexual sensitivity level at maximum to begin with, leaving me on the edge and nearly ready to climax the instant Frank so demandingly sucked me deep into his mouth. Each stroke Frank made with his mouth on my dick took me deeper and deeper until Frank took his hand from my shaft and sucked me with mouth alone which also told me that I had to be pushing into his very throat. Finally, Frank stopped moving, his lips literally wrapped around the base of my fleshpole and the head of my throbbing meat probing past his tonsils, a demonstration of Frank’s true cock sucking ability.
When Frank returned to pumping his head on me and fucking my aching meat with his incredible mouth, I was sweating like a marathoner. It felt like I was turning inside out as my balls quickly tightened like stones and I suddenly felt deliriously dizzy and my whole body turned to quivering jelly as my cock burst forth with a massive load of semen that had to rival the flood Frank had sucked out of from Maurice’s huge tool and balls. Only Frank didn’t pull his mouth away; instead he swallowed every drop I could feed him, never missing a drop as it felt as though my very life essence was flowing out of me through my dick and into my boss’s hungry throat.
The room was spinning and I was as limp as a wet washrag, and, given my sweating, probably just as wet. Frank released my drained flesh from his hot mouth and he put a firm hand behind each of my knees and pushed my legs upwards. I could feel his hot breath on my exposed ass as he put his face up to my back door then started rimming my ass hole with his hot tongue as he smeared the crack of my butt with his saliva while he pushed still more of his spit into my slowly loosening hole.
“For you,” said Frank, “I’ve saved the best for last.”
I knew what was going to happen next but there was no way that I could resist. I had neither the strength nor the will to offer any fight when Frank slid his meaty hands around my thighs as he perched himself on his knees and I felt his erection make contact with my saliva-primed anus. I was about to call out with some token words of resistance but never had the chance to speak before Frank pushed against me and slid into my ass more easily than I would have ever imagined.
I barked out a girlish squeal; a mixture of a virgin discomfort and odd pleasure that seemed fitting with all else that had transpired this night. With my legs now being kept pushed back by Frank’s hips, he grabbed hold of the chair arms to keep from rolling us across the room and began thrusting into me with a slow rhythm that quickly gave way to a more intense pounding, working his tool into my rectum deeper with each stroke until his pubic hair was mashing the underside of my scrotum with his thrusts.
"God,” Frank moaned, “I’m not gonna be able to hold out!”
Frank crammed his cock hard into me as he suddenly held his breath and shook all over. For the briefest of moments it felt like his dick had doubled in size and then I felt a pulsing, soothing liquid heat filling my rectum and flowing up into my intestines as Frank howled out in pleasure. He didn’t stop pounding his manhood into me until he finally softened too much to continue.
We remained like that for a moment; me weakly breathing, with my legs pointed into the air and my worn ass hole gripping at Frank’s drained meat while his chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath.
Fuck crossword puzzles. The night shift wasn’t going to be so boring anymore.
Scorpion Balls
Lyle and I were work buddies, thrown together by our jobs and eventually developing a good working relationship from there. We got along fine, but our friendship was pretty much limited to the time spent together on the job. Neither of us had really gone out of our way to try to build up something more outside of work, and I don't think I'd have been interested much even if he suggested it.
A lot of it had to do with Lyle's personality. He was a bit of a macho character, brash and loud. He'd talk a good game about women and pussy and tits, all while making it a point to clarify to the world just how much he didn't like faggots and homos. But, I'd seen many like him before; guys who put up a big, macho front like some sort of defensive mechanism. Kind of like, “if I say enough bad things about gay guys then no one will ever think I am one.”
And heaven forbid that he should ever have to actually work with a gay guy, like it was some sort of contagious condition that you caught simply by breathing the same air. And that was, according to Lyle, one of the reasons he liked working with me; another nice, sane, safe and straight guy like him.