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Work Buddy
by an Anonymous Jerkbud Author
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Geoff and I worked together as nursing
assistants at a mid-size nursing home. We were young, strong and
compassionate - what the management considered to be an excellent selection
for working on what was the 'heavy care' wing. Geoff was rugged, tall and good looking. He epitomized many elements of what I considered attractive, but I was still surprised to find myself attracted to him considering he was 10 years my elder and, something I didn't find myself attracted to before, he was hairy. His forearms were full of thick, dark hair. His 5 o'clock shadow would appear around 2. I assumed that what I could see would attest to the the condition of the rest of his body. He virtually dripped with masculinity, though. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He had clear blue eyes that were set off by his dark eyebrows. There was a very comfortable casualness to him that made me eventually seek out his company more often. Several of us began working there at the same time. We seemed to all be students needing good income for the summer to return to classes in the fall. As I write this, I realize my intent to write a short erotic story could really be a lot longer if I were to write about all the odd characters I worked with. If not for the audience, I'll do it for myself. Sara: Of course that's not her real name. No name in here is a real name. For the life of me though, I can't remember her name. She was hot. (Yes, I'm bisexual.) From the beginning we hit it off. She was in a sorority, I was in a fraternity. That was enough to give us a permission slip to flirt. Odd thing about her, she was so hot every frat brother and jock on campus wanted her. What she was doing working there, I do not know. Why she flirted (heavily) with me, I do not know. But there it was. Dex: I really wanted to put his real name here. His name fit him to a "T." He scared the liven crap out of me. This guy was weird. The only vibe he could give was creepy. He cornered me one day and told me I should come over to his place for the weekend because he and his buddies were doing a "rutting ritual." All sorts of freaky, nasty images flooded my mind and I couldn't get away from him fast enough. Even now I recoil from, what I thought to be, his proposition. I'm not prudish, but I'm not into rutting, either. It's good to mention Sara because over the season we all worked together, I continued to grow closer to Geoff. As we grew closer, my flirting with Sara obviously pained him. I could see it in his eyes. He would look hurt - a bit like a sad puppy-dog. That really started sinking in on me and I began to flirt with her less. Meantime, one of our duties together was to give showers to the residence that could no longer manage on their own. As unappealing as that sounds, we worked well as a team. As we became adjusted to the situation, the duty seemed more second-nature than awkward. As we became efficient at the task of dressing a resident afterward, I would generally help the resident to stand while he pulled up his/her pants. Somehow, though, he began to brush against my crotch while he did this. Early on, I thought that I was crowding him, so I would try to arch my body as much as possible to give him space. No matter how much space he had, he still managed to brush against me. I liked the attention. I found myself fantasizing about inviting him over to my apartment and having sex with him. I wanted him to show up in sweat pants that would loosely define his body beneath. I envisioned that I would be wearing a pair of gym shorts that would do the same. We could tease each other with simple displays of our bodies. We could find excuses that would place our bodies in close proximity. A back rub, a partner stretch - anything that would draw us intimately close with a dare to go further. I would get myself off thinking about closing my mouth around his hard organ sucking him to a point of cumming in my mouth. I would fantasize that afterward, we continue to be comfortable in the intimacy we shared. He could slip his sweats back on for walking about the apartment only to have me pull them back down later. That remained to be fantasy for weeks until a day came that he invited me over to his apartment. We both had the same schedule that week. It was Friday, our final work day for the week, 3 o'clock to 11 - second shift. I had worn boxers that had glow-in-the-dark lightening bolts on them. I mention this because they were a novelty. Practically everyone on shift had a chance to see me show them off. In the linen closet, I could turn off the light and they would glow through the white uniform pants. Nothing horribly special, but a novelty all the same. That evening after our work was done, Geoff asked if I wanted to join him for beers back at his place. With no other obligations for the evening nor the rest of the weekend, it was definitely my pleasure to take him up on the offer. It's worth mentioning that no matter how many times we made eye contact in the past weeks, no matter how many times I felt that he brushed up against me, I always reminded myself that this bond I felt may only be one sided. Beyond my personal feelings, there was absolutely no suggestion that what I felt would ever become a reality. But, there it was. A chance to go back to his place. Having been in a similar situation before where I misread intents and was burned as a consequence, I was resigned to enjoy the company rather than risk exposure. The shift ended, we clocked out and he loaded my bicycle into the back of his car and off we went. Conversation was easy. We had spent enough time together to get to know our common interests. His apartment was sparse, but felt familiar that way. We were both starving college students with no resources. A quick tour ended with us back on his couch - the only seating in the living room/kitchen. The first beer found me sitting properly on the couch. Back against the cushions, feet resting on a the edge of a table. For Geoff, he sat on the other side with is back on the armrest and legs somewhat crossed in front. The second beer found us as bookends each sitting with our backs resting on the armrests. As time passed, we extended our legs towards the middle of the couch, and then even further until I found myself sitting with his foot resting on the outside of my thigh. My foot rested on the inside of his, just inches from his groin. Our conversation never faltered though. Our positions remained unnoticed. But my inner voice was crying out. I couldn't believe that I even found his bare foot on my thigh to be horribly attractive. He would shift his body and my foot would brush on his thigh. I wanted my foot to rest on his crotch. I wanted to jump across the couch release his dick from his pants and suck him like he had never been sucked before. I was having the worst time holding onto control. My breath felt short. My dick felt like it was growing and my hands felt like they were going to start shaking. My whole body was shouting, "Enough already. We can't take any more." When our beers were empty, he shifted back to his crossed position. We talked for five more minutes. The entire time, I felt like the world would now fall back into it's routine. He got up to get two more beers and when he came back, he shifted back into extending a leg along mine. Now his leg was on the inside of my thigh. That was all my aching dick could take. I dared not look down or I would draw attention to it, but I could feel my boner rigid against my leg. If he so much as shifted his foot any closer, I felt like I would pop. And then he put me on the spot. "I never did get to see your boxers today." Oh, fuck. I'm fucked. After being such a fucking showman about my glow-in-the-dark boxers, I couldn't display them now. "It's got to be dark to see them." Brilliant! If he wants to see them, he has to turn out the light. If he doesn't care, keep the light on and I'll risk nothing. He reached over and flipped off the light. My turn. I hoped and yet I didn't hope that they would glow through my white pants like they did on duty. But they had been in too dim of light to do so here. I commented that they didn't seem to be charged enough. When he asked if he should find his flashlight to charge them up, rather than risk putting my ego in the spotlight, I suggested that I could sneak my pants down a bit to see if he could see them then. He never budged. His foot rested near my thigh. I unbuttoned the clasp, I unzipped and I pulled the flap back. The boxers glowed dimly. Little lightening bolts seemingly floated in air. "Can you see them?" I asked. "They're glowing? I can't tell." came his answer. At that, he leaned from his side of the couch into me. He came closer than I had thought. I could smell him. He smelled so good that I now felt my body raise yet another level of excitement. I figured my breath had to be felt on his neck - he was that close. His foot now pressed into my thigh, so close to my balls, I could feel the warmth of it. There was a pause and before he could lean back away, I took my hand and rested it on his shoulder. It was all in slow motion. Without any encouragement, he traced a fingertip along the fabric of my boxers. "They don't feel any different." "No. I suppose not. I wouldn't want them to chafe, anyway. I'm a little sensitive there." His finger reached my hard cock and stopped. "I'll say. That feels like one thick boner." At that, he pressed his thumb on the underside of my organ and lightly stroked it. By now our eyes were accustomed to the near absence of light. He opened the fly of my boxers and pulled my dick free. He made as though to lick it, but his foot that was resting on my thigh now was in the way. He shifted slightly. With each move we made to engage ourselves, I worried he would pull away completely. What seemed like an eternity passed. He finally was in front of me, knees tucked under him, lips poised above my cock dripping with precum. He gently stroked the shaft. More precum lubricated the head of my dick. After four or five strokes, he opened his mouth and started sucking on the head. With each additional stroke, he pulled more and more of my dick into his mouth. I was in heaven. A huge relief came over me as he sucked. Literal months of build up and suspense were now being lived out. After a few moments, I had to finally have my chance to taste him. I pulled him up and told him it was his turn. He got off the couch and stood next to me. I undid his pants and pulled them down around his knees. With hardly a moments delay, I sucked his dick into my mouth. It was everything I wanted it to be. Maybe seven inches, thick and tasted better than I could imagine. I took a free hand and massaged his balls while sucking as much of his meat into my mouth as I could. I couldn't tell if he had much precum, but from the taste, I figured I was getting my share. To test, I lifted my mouth to suck only on his head while I firmly milked his shaft. A delicious trickle of semen touched my tongue. As slow as everything felt to get to that moment, it felt like we were now in fast motion. Neither one of us willing to part with the other's cock ended up 69'ing. I lost all sense of our surroundings and could only concentrate on his dick filling my mouth and his mouth sucking me off. It must have only been a short time later when we lost control and came. He came first. His whole body went rigid before thrusting his dick as deep into my mouth as he could. My head was pushed into the cushions as he shot load after load into me. With each pulse of his dick, I sucked harder. The thought of this very masculine body shooting it's seed into my mouth put me over the top. I thrust my hips forward. Instinctively, I put a free hand on his head securing him in place to fill him full of cum. He grabbed my hips and sucked me all the way to the base. I started cumming and felt his tongue stroking my dick - encouraging it to shoot as much as it could. In the moments after, I could feel him sucking my dick clean. I felt a bit self-conscious, but couldn't resist cleaning his dick off, too. I didn't really want to let our bodies part, but we both sat up. Spent, our dicks began to soften. "I really needed that." I said as softly as I could. "You and me both." he returned. "It's pretty late. I'm not sure how you feel about it, but you can stay here if you want." It was another full day before I left. We hooked up a few more times after that, but not nearly enough. |
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