I spotted him sitting at the receptionist's desk on the first day of my new job at the University. This being the Computer Science Department there wasn't really a wealth of hot guys, so he definitely stood out. He was just my type, too—short but beefy, his head shaved clean, wearing a white t-shirt that barely contained his brick shithouse body. He had a tattoo band around his bicep. I was too intimidated to introduce myself at first, but I eventually found out he was a student doing a work-study job.
Then one day I was taking a piss, and who should saunter up to the urinal next to me but Beefy Boy. My piss stopped in mid-stream. I listened to him unzip and let out his breath, but nothing came. Quickly I glanced down. He was holding his thick little dick between his fingers and as I watched, it started to grow. I noticed he was looking at me, gazing down at my dick and seemingly in awe of its size. He caught my eyes and smiled. We showed off for each other, flopping our dicks around until we were both hard.
He rocked his hips forward, sliding his dick into his fist, and I followed. Almost immediately he was ready to shoot his load. With a final jerk and a grunt, he released several thick squirts of jizz into the porcelain urinal, his breath coming fast and shallow. Wanting to really give him a show, I peeled my balls out from my underwear and worked my dick steadily. Suppressing a moan, I let loose my copious load, showering the back of the urinal with thick goo.
Just as I was recovering, he did something totally unexpected. Pulling my head into his, he kissed me deeply, sliding his tongue in my mouth and wrestling it against mine.
"I'm Matt," he said after we broke apart.
"Terrance." I held out my hand. "Nice to meet you."
***
Matt and I worked at opposite ends of the building, but we made sure to see each other often after that. He would come striding past my desk, giving me a sideways grin, and I'd follow his fine ass down the hall. We kept our interaction in the bathroom to a minimum, but the danger of getting caught was high, and I knew we couldn't carry on like this forever. I thought about asking Matt if he wanted to hook up outside of work, but I sensed that it wasn't an option. This was definitely on the DL.
Then Matt had an idea. Many professors had multiple offices on campus, and our floor had rows of rooms that were barely, if ever, used. Matt figured he could steal a key from the file cabinet in Jodie's office.
"I sit right in front of her door," he whispered, bending over my desk. "I could sneak in and out in a flash and she'd never know." An hour later, he stopped at my desk again.
"Meet me in 6243 in five minutes," he said. When the time came I went, somewhat apprehensively. The halls were silent and still. I found the door, with a maroon plaque next to it that said "6243, Dr. Rami Habibullah, Professor." I turned the handle and went inside.
Matt was standing against the desk. I shut the door and the office went dark. Only a small amount of light filtered through the blinds.
"Lock it," Matt said. His face met mine and we started making out. His hands went straight to my cock. He broke away and got on his knees, unbuckling my pants. My eyes adjusted to the light in Dr. Rami's office. I saw a desk, a computer, and some cabinets, but mostly it looked stark and unused.
Matt reached into my underpants, pulling out my hard dick and holding it before his face. I really got off on watching this masculine little college dude—who you'd assume was tough as nails if you saw him walking down the street—so completely in awe of my cock. He wrapped his lips around the bell end and slid me into his mouth. It felt amazing. His lips stretched wide to fit my thick dong as he tried to get the entire thing in his throat. I looked down—he was massaging his dick through his cargo pants.
When his nose was buried in my pubes, Matt hit his stride, chugging my cock in and out of his mouth, slathering his tongue all over my shaft. He took my dick out his mouth and slapped it against his face, worshipping it with his lips and tongue. Then he went back down, smoking my bone for all it was worth, my nine inches of meat disappearing down his throat and back out again.
I had to practically tear him away from my dick—I actually lifted him off of his knees. I ran my hands down his cut torso; then I kneeled down and felt his hard dick, pressing at the waistband of his pants. I pulled the elastic back and his fat little todger jutted out, hard as wood and leaking like a faucet.
I slid it in my mouth, taking it down to the root. It was a greatly suckable cock—it fit into my mouth perfectly. I savored the taste of pre-cum leaking out of his piss hole, as I worked his dick with my tongue and lips, taking it all easily until I felt Matt start to lose it. I backed off for a minute, letting him recover before going back down. This time, it only took a minute before he was on the edge again.
I ran my tongue along his hairless sack and sucked his balls. They tasted raw and gamey—not dirty, but potent, like a nice jock bag should taste. I lapped up under his sack and tongued the tender space near his asshole. He really seemed to get off on that, which was just what I'd been hoping for.
He was like putty in my hands as I turned him around and bent him over the desk. He pushed aside Dr. Rami's nametag and a paper tray, resting his bulky torso onto the lacquered surface. His ass—by far his best asset—was presented before me: thick, beefy and delicious looking. I pulled off his pants and his ass cheeks came bouncing out. There, tattooed on his right cheek, was the head of a horned steer.
Matt had his legs spread wide, and though it was dark in the office I could still make out the exposed space where his big butt cheeks pulled away from each other. I could just imagine the hairless crack in between them, his tender asshole twitching in anticipation.
I knelt down before his ass and buried my face in his crack. I flicked out my tongue and found his slick, sweet asshole, tensing in anticipation. I licked the chewy center of him, tonguing and nibbling his quivering hole. Matt went crazy, moaning so loudly I almost had to come up for air to tell him to shut up. We definitely didn't need to get caught. Maybe this was just a work-study gig for him, but it was my fucking life-line.
But really, there was no stopping me once my face was in his grade-A, USDA prime-beef butt. I suspected that Matt had never had his ass eaten out properly from the tone of surprised wonder in every whimper and groan escaping from his lips. I could just imagine the juice his fat dick was leaking onto the desk.
As much as I was loving the way his big ass hugged my face and the sweet-n-sour taste of his hole, I knew it was time to get down to business. We didn't have all day, after all—someone was bound to notice we were gone eventually.
I stood up, my hard dick pulsing in my hand. I slid it in between his butt cheeks, dragging the blunt end of it along his crack. I found his hot, sticky hole, and placed my cock head against it.
"Oh, fuck..." Matt whimpered. He pressed his butt back into me and nearly half of my cock sank inside. Matt cried out in pain and surprise. I felt badly about not using any lube (which was only half as bad as I felt about not using a rubber), but we didn't have anything available. I stayed steady inside Matt's butt, letting him get used to it.
