Old Hooups at Office

Everyone at the time was over the age of 18.

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Me and a work-buddy used to get together (and get off) at work.

Some background:

Both of us were in our mid to late 30s at the time, both tall, both Black, both professional and not really the kind to call attention to the fact that we are gay or even 'sexual'. It was no secret that we are, but it was never an issue with co-workers or management. We worked in two different departments, but became 'work buddies'.

I'm tall and more caramel-complexion, kinda scraggly with a goatee and ratty beard, and fuzzy unkempt hair atop my noggin. I'm a little more fit, and go to the gym somewhat regularly. I dress casually and have more of a Bohemian vibe. Picture an unkempt Black nerd in khakis and polos.

He is the exact opposite... darker with a trim, tailored mustache and a lot more dapper in dress favoring work trousers, loafers, and button-down shirts. He was a thick guy. Big guy actually. Big tummy, big feet, and an even bigger, fat dick I would later find out.

I would often scope out his dick print through his trousers and I had always wanted to see it up close, but I always played it cool.

I happened to have an office in a remote area of our office building. When I say remote, it was like I was being punished for something, because no one really knew where my actual office was, and no one had any reason to come to my floor. I was like that dude from Office Space who got moved to the basement. If someone needed anything or needed to speak with me they would always email or call on the phone. No one ever ventured into the unfamiliar and frankly, somewhat frightening liminal hallways and spaces that led to my office.

But my buddy knew how to find it (he expertly navigated his way there many times... hehehe). On the regular, he'd come over (usually on our lunch breaks).

It kinda all started with us joking and teasing each other about dicks and our jack off stories (seriously, at work.... freak shit!) and me noticing at various times how big his dick print would get in his trousers. He would often be sitting in my guest chair, opposite me, and repeatedly pumping his legs open and closed. You'd almost think he was trying to pump oil by squeezing his legs like that. (Well it was a liquid he was going to eventually be pumping out, but it wasn't oil).

I couldn't help but stare at his dick print.

I mean honestly. I think I was mesmerized at how big it had to be, because what I was seeing through the fabric was like a damned grapefruit stuffed in there. By this time in our friendship I would just openly stare at that shit.

He asked one day if I wanted to see it. "Fuck dude, does a bear shit in the woods?!?"

I had been eyeing it for weeks at this point and it was obvious I was always staring, so "Hell yeah bro. Whip that shit out!"

When I say 'fat dick', I mean, fat... like beer can thickness with big beautiful hairy nuts. Just a perfect, fat, grown-ass man-dick.

(We probably match each other in the length department at about 8 inches. My dick being more slender and with very hairy, very fragrant, musky nuts--hair running up the shaft also cause I never trim that shit. While not like his dick, I'd say I'm pretty hung too.)

So back to the story.

On the regular (and I'd say at least once a week over the course of a few months one summer) we'd strip down butt-naked, and freak like only two horny Black brothas can. I think a lot of the sexual energy was due to pent-up work frustrations, the need and want for physical human contact, combined with pure, freaky, nasty-ass lust. Usually our sessions would entail grinding, frotting, sucking nipples, and jacking off. Jacking off was the main thing and I'd even keep some Vaseline in my backpack for such occasions. We were always super-quiet too.

So here we are, two big Black dudes going at it. The lights would be completely off and maybe we'd have the subtle glow from the computer monitor, or a cell phone, to light up the space just enough to see ourselves, but nothing more. Seriously, the office would be completely dark for the most part, as this office didn't have any outward facing windows... or windows of any sort.

Still, I was always slightly paranoid that someone might be able to see in from the crack in the door, but that was just my nerdy-ass paranoia. Guess it didn't stop me cause I'd strip down and we'd get to jacking like two oent-up fiends coming off of No Nutt November. The sexual thrill was heightened by so many things... the fact we were at work, the fact we could be found out if anyone came knocking, the fact that we were butt-ass naked, and we were greased up... the list of forbidden things was what made it all the more exciting.

The office also had the peculiar feature of being hot (like I'm not sure if the AC even reached my office) and we'd be sweating like two pigs. Imagine the manscent in the space... it was incredible (funky musky ball sweat, sweaty dicks, underarms, feet, and butt). I love man smells and this was like Nirvana. I'd be slowly stoking my greased-up dick and basically just getting high on sniffing his pits, smelling my nasty pits (I never wear deodorant or even bathe all that much), sniffing at and around his nuts, and like a crack fiend, the air, after it was all over.

I liked playing with his big ole dick and he liked playing with my long, hairy, musky dick also. I could never understand that since my dick was nowhere near the size of his, but he seemed to really like it so, who's to argue?

Once time, we were playing hot and heavy and he abruptly said he couldn't hold it. I was kind of surprised because we had only just started that session, literally like a couple of minutes before, but I'm not gonna lie, I was getting close too. But still, I was a little bummed because I wanted this particular session to last longer. I was horny, but I wanted that slow and excruciatingly pleasurable ramp-up to orgasm. I wanted that shit to last! I was prepared for a long frott and jack session complete with lube, lots of stroking of our big leaking dongs, and caressing nipples and scrotums.

And then he kinda moaned (low so as not to arouse the suspicions of the non-existent nobodies that might be walking-by in the hallway) and he just... lost it. He lost his big, Black, beautiful horse-dick load. He shot the most incredible, spurts all over my desk (talk about a cleanup later!). He apologized. "Shit, what is there to apologize for? That shit was hot!"

Needless to say, I came after (too soon for my liking) just seeing that in the dark and still feeling on his big ass tummy and his big greased-up nuts.

Sometimes if we were jacking dicks, he'd nutt on my dick and I'd then use his nutt to jack off with. I'm kinda freaky and loved feeling that hot man-syrup on my dick. That shit drive me crazy and I can't tell you how many loads I lost like that.

It was our office secret and to my knowledge, no one was ever any wiser because we were always super-careful and appeared to just be two mature Black bros who were bonding in the company.

Seriously, nothing to see here.

Eventually, my office was moved back to a more central part of the building (those damned efficient-as-hell space planners!) and we couldn't get away with our sneaky-links-without a lot of trickier and more clandestine maneuvers (such as staying late, coming in early, etc.), but even with that, we did manage to jack off together a few more times before he left the company.

I still work there and damnit, I miss those days.

I kept the keys to my old office, and sometimes I go back over to that office.

If I close my eyes and remember hard-enough I can almost smell that old musky scent in the air and my dick gets on brick from the memories.