Even
The usual gang of after work end-of-week drinkers had shrunk down to two, just me and Irvin (not his real name). I didnāt know him all that well, he wasnāt actually from my company, but he was friends with one of my colleagues. I had hung back a bit because ā¦ well, because I got a bit of a vibe from him, and because I thought he was attractive.
Irvin had a big chest, (he has a short and broad frame) and I could see the dark brown discs of his nipples through his white work shirt. I could also see that he had quite big nubs, poking up. Those caught my eye. You know Iām a bit of a sucker for nipples.
Heād taken off his tie, undone his collar and rolled up his sleeves, and they clung tightly to his big arms. Looked really hot, with his wrestlerās build. His business pants were also tailored to his ass, which looked big and firm. All of this contrasted quite strongly with his squarish face - his glasses gave him a nerdy look, and he had a geeky look, like his body belonged to someone else.
Heād switched to water, because he needed to drive home. I was finishing off my third glass of wine, so I was pleasantly buzzed.
āTime to make a move,ā Irvin said, stood and picked up his things. āWant a lift?ā
I agreed, got my stuff and we headed to where his car was, in the office building where he worked. We made small talk along the way, and I complimented his physique. We compared our gym routines and I said how much I liked his chest. I put a hand out to feel it, and he stopped to let me.
I put my hand flat on his chest - very firm - and then I ran my hand across it, feeling the mounded shape, and then I sort of rubbed and cupped it, because it was a good size. Irvin made a small noise.
āWant a closer look?ā he said, with a little smile. āNormally I charge, but free for a friend.ā
I kept my face still, unsure if he was serious. Turns out that he was - as we continued, he explained that he often got offered money to do things by people who saw him in the gym. Heād accepted offers twice (he said) for muscle worship, where he went to a personās house and they touched his body and did other things.
I said that I thought he was straight, and he laughed at me. Doing things for pay didnāt change his orientation, he said, and he didnāt care about the gender of the mouth that was sucking him. That was his limit, he said, which made sense to me.
Honestly, whatever your limit is, thatās your limit, and it doesnāt have to make sense to anyone but you - in this case, I could see what Irvin was getting at.
The car park was quite empty, not surprising given the hour, and the fact that it was in the business district. Fortunately for us, Irvin had parked in a far corner, because it was the only spot available when heād arrived at work, he said. Still, it was in direct line of sight to the lift lobby, so anyone getting out of the lift to get their car (there were a couple more left on this floor) could see us.
I reached for the buttons on his shirt, but he stopped me. Car park was a little too exposed, so instead, we made our way to a higher floor. His firm had the use of the entire floor, and the toilets were inside. Completely private, for all intents and purposes, but we walked around the floor making sure that no one had stayed back to work.
I thought we could have pretty much done stuff out in the open, since there was no one in the place, but Irvin led me into the unisex handicapped toilet. It was huge, bigger than some HDB bathrooms, and had a sink and a toilet and plenty of other space, with handrails in a few places as well as a couple of emergency call buttons. Irvin closed and locked the door. He leaned against the one blank wall (the others had the door, the sink and the toilet against them), and slowly, seductively, undid one button on his shirt.
He looked a bit wounded when I laughed at him, but he recovered when I stepped forward and put my hands above his hips, and ran them up and down to feel his solid body.
āOpen your shirt,ā I said, and I let him undo the rest of his buttons. When he pulled his shirttails out of the waistband of his pants, I spread his shirt open, and cupped his pecs. They were really quite big, and heavy, and my hands were in the right position for me to rub my thumbs against his nipples as I lifted and lowered his pecs. He did have fairly large nubs, and he inhaled, hissing, when I rubbed them.
He was responsive, making soft noises as I played with his chest. It wasnāt worship, really, I mean, I like nipples and pecs and all that - but I was mostly trying to turn this guy on. I wanted him to moan.
(A small part of me wanted him to be so crazy horny that heād ask me to fuck him, but I donāt think that straight guys do that. I already knew that heād probably let me suck him if I got him hot enough.)
I tried getting a little rougher, but he didnāt like that - not everyone likes having their nipples played with, let along pinched and twiddled and more. I went back to just playing with his chest as though they were a couple of muscular boobs, and then I thought maybe I would lean in and taste him.
I put my thumb and forefinger around Irvinās nipple, pinched and let go of his nub, firmly, but not hard. I leaned forward, and ran the tip of my tongue around his areola, leaving his nub alone. He grunted, impatient, put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down, so I got a mouthful of his pec.
I sucked, his nipple entirely in my mouth, like a baby trying to get a feed. Irvin breathed heavily, and I thought he was enjoying it. I stuck out my tongue, pressed it against his nipple. The nub of his nipple felt very big against my tongue, the size of a pill. Now he didnāt seem to care about how much noise he was making, and he moaned loudly, as I rubbed my tongue against it, back and forth.
I let it go, and tried to put up my head, but Irvin pushed my head to his other pec - back to sucking, and more moaning from him. I have to admit that I was kind of enjoying myself. Maybe because hearing him moan was a turn-on for me.
When I put one hand on his crotch, I found that he was hard, straining. Obviously, sucking on his chest had turned him on a bit. He undid his belt and his pants in a hurry. When he let me take my head off his chest, I saw a small, wet spot on his underwear.
I rubbed the bulge, and Irvin peeled his undies downward and let out his cock. He had one that was thick at the base and somehow more narrow at the tip, uncut, but so hard that the skin was stretched tight over his cockhead.
I put a hand around him, and leaned forward to suck his chest again. Got his whole nipple under my mouth, and swirled my tongue around his tit, sucked hard - and then heard him yell āoh, FUCKā above my head and felt his cock pulsing in my hand.
I let go of his nipple and looked down, and saw that Irvin had shot his load, across the handicapped toilet, and a single strand of jizz was hanging down from his dick.
āHey, sorry, sorry,ā Irvin said, looking embarrassed. I didnāt reply, just dived down to scoop up that last drop with my tongue and get a taste of his cock. He half-yelped when I engulfed him, right to the root. I could smell him, when I had my mouth full - a full dayās worth of ballsweat, he was ripe. I didnāt mind.
He let me have a couple of sucks, from the base till only his glans was in my mouth, and back down again, before pulling back. I stood up, and Irvin pulled his underwear up.
āOk, enough?ā he said, āOr, uh, you want to jerk off or something?ā I was hard and horny enough to want to finish, but I didnāt want to jerk myself off.
āYou help me?ā I said, and he seemed amenable.
I undid my pants and lowered them, mid-thigh. Irvin fingered my own barely-restrained bulge, and pulled down the front of my underwear.
I popped out, more than halfway hard, my foreskin retracted enough that my piss slit showed through the opening, wet and glistening.
āWow, youāre big,ā Irvin said, admiringly. Iām not, really - seen much bigger - but I am a little bigger than average and a little thicker, too, which adds to the illusion of size.
He stood to one side, out of the line of fire, grasped me overhand, and jerked me roughly, my foreskin slipping over my head more easily than usual since it was already lubed with pre-cum. It was uncomfortable but felt strangely good.
I imagine we must have looked like a couple of guys in one of this exec wear pornos, both dressed in workwear, my cock out, Irvinās pants open and his shirt unbuttoned.
On a whim, I leaned forward and sucked one of his pecs like before. Irvin cursed āah, FUCKā and jerked me harder, and it only took a little while of that before I was close enough to cum, pumping out my load and bucking my hips a couple of times. Irvin took his hand off as soon as I shot, and I stood back up.
I saw that some of my cum had landed on his hand, one thick string and Iād also managed to shoot quite far. Irvin smeared the last bit of my jizz on his other pec, and smirked at me.
āDessert?ā he said, and I obediently licked it off his nipple (earning me a sigh) and then sucked that pec, tonguing the nub.
Irvin moaned and I felt motion - heād leaned back against the wall, pulled his underwear down and was jerking himself off. He was hard, again.
I straightened up.
āCan round two?ā I said. Irvinās eyes were a little glazed, and he nodded.
āI think so,ā he said. I got to my knees, and he let himself go - it went straight into my mouth, and I sucked him, looking up to see that he was fingering his chest. I put one hand up and he let me grab one pec. He was moaning again as I fingered him, and when I managed to get his nub between my thumb and forefinger, I rubbed it between them - that was enough to set him off. He rewarded me with a second load, his dick pulsing between my lips, me swallowing a couple of times as he pumped it out into my mouth.
I withdrew and stood up, and we both tidied up. We made our way to the car, and he drove me home.
āThat was good,ā Irvin said, āI should be the one paying you.ā I climbed out of the car - heād stopped under my condo.
āAh, you saved me a taxi fare home,ā I said. āI think weāre even.ā
