Nelson loved his job. He loved just about everyone he worked with. The only person who he couldn't stand was CJ, the owner's son. He was an arrogant cocky son of a bitch who charmed the women and smoozed the men they worked with. Nelson, on the other hand, was nothing but a tiny target for CJ's toxic masculinity.
The worst part for Nelson was the fact he found CJ hot. He was model hot. With perfectly styled short black hair, a chiseled jaw he sometimes wore stubble on, bulging biceps and massive chest that threatened to shred his shirts if he just flexed a little.
Then there was his tree trunk legs and bountiful booty that stretched the fabric of his pants to the breaking point. Add to that his six foot height, and you had the perfect mix that got Nelson's cock stirring. That was why he just grinned and bore it when CJ let in on him. He was too busy enjoying the view.
Nelson jacked off many a night to the thought of having CJ's full red lips circling his shaft or plunging his dick into CJ's plump ass. Even if CJ was Gay, Nelson reasoned, he wouldn't be interested in him. Nelson was just a hair over five foot five with a slender swimmer's body and shaggy brown hair.
It wasn't like Nelson would get a chance to act on his urges. That was until the improbable happened. Nelson was being sent with CJ to meet with a potential client. Nelson wouldn't have normally gone, but he had developed a close relationship with this client, and CJ was going to close the deal.
They landed, met with the client and sealed the deal in a matter of hours. Nelson knew a lot of it had to do with CJ's looks and charm. They grabbed dinner before heading to their hotel. Nelson was surprised that CJ had been on his best behavior and nice to him the entire day, but once they got into their room, that all ended.
"Fuck." CJ groaned when he stepped into the room. "They gave us a single bed." He turned and looked at Nelson. Nelson saw that familiar glint in his eye that told him things were back to normal. "Good thing you're small, so I'll have plenty of room." Nelson gritted his teeth. "Of course I might accidently fuck you in my sleep with you being so tiny."
Nelson pushed past CJ, the straw finally breaking. "I'm bigger than you are, I bet." Nelson mumbled as he grabbed his overnight bag and started rummaging for his shower stuff. "I'm taking a shower, no funny business. I'm tired and I'm not in the mood."
Nelson looked over at CJ who was still standing in the entranceway, a dumbfounded look on his face. "What do you mean you're bigger than me? You're like half my size." Nelson shook his head in disbelief. He again pushed past CJ to get to the bathroom and shut the door just as CJ repeated, "What do you mean you're bigger than me?"
When Nelson came out of the shower, refreshed and clean in a pair of gym shorts and tank top, CJ was sitting on the bed scowling. "Ain't no way you're skinny little ass has a bigger dick than me." Nelson rolled his eyes and put his stuff away. "I mean look at you. Look at me. Its proportions."
"Go take a shower." Nelson ordered, annoyed at the juvenile sulking. "I'm sure your cock is perfectly proportional for your size." CJ smiled and stood, grabbed his bathroom stuff and headed to the bathroom. Just as he was shutting the door, Nelson decided to sneak in one last jab. "Of course, I'm still bigger than your proportions."
Nelson didn't know if it was true, but he took delight in knowing it got at him. "I'll start calling him shorty in the office." He mused while lying in the bed. He tried going through his emails on his phone, but he couldn't stop wondering about CJ's dick.
Nelson looked up when the bathroom door opened to see CJ standing there, towel around his waist, hair still damp and his massive chest heaving with a quiet anger. "I'm not small." He sounded like he was on the verge of crying or screaming. Nelson did not respond, making CJ angrier.
He repeated himself louder. "I'm not small!" CJ yank the towel from around him, exposing his thick soft six inch cock. "See!" Nelson pointed his phone at him and took a quick picture before going back to his email. "Did you just take a picture of me naked?" His face was flush with anger.
Nelson sent the picture to himself then looked at CJ in his seething beauty. "I'll look at it later when I might be interested in looking at your cock." Nelson returned to his phone, knowing this would irritate CJ further. "Are you going to stand there naked all night?"
"It's not small." CJ snarled
"I didn't say it was." Nelson countered, flipping through his screens.
"Look at it! It's not small!"
Nelson glanced over at CJ then back to his phone. "It's not small." Nelson waited a moment before adding, "It's just not bigger than mine."
"Liar." CJ's cheeks flushed red with anger. "There's no way your dick is bigger than mine." CJ stomped over to the bed. "Prove it. Show me your dick."
Nelson sat his phone on the nightstand. He looked over at CJ with disinterest. He had to admit that CJ naked was an impressive sight, with those perfectly rounded pectorals with dime size strawberry nipples jutting out. He let his eyes wander down his hard stomach and the hard ridges of his abdominal muscles.
"If I show you my dick and you see how much bigger it is than yours, your fragile male ego will shatter and I'll have to deal with it all night." Just then Nelson got an idea. It would either encourage or deter CJ. "How about if the loser has to drop to his knees and kiss the head of the winner's dick?"
"Deal." Nelson was looking forward to wiping that smug grin off CJ's face. He got out of the bed, pulled his shirt off, twirling it around over his head before tossing it at CJ. "Quit with the stripper act." Nelson moved around the bed, his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. Every step he lowered them just a little.
