Straight Coworker's Jealousy Pt. 04

Has it really only been one week? I pondered on Friday morning, sipping Cam's cum coffee while blatantly watching my new coworker flex his biceps and triceps, spreading his legs so his slim-fit chinos hugged his meaty package. Cam had just started working with me and already his presence, bringing competition for my attention, had driven the original object of my desire to skull fuck me. And I'd been granted free rein to suck Cam off. Two loads from two hot hetero studs in one week. I've died and gone to heaven.

I took another sip of coffee, savoring the flavoring, a load of rich, tangy cum from my new muscled coworker. Somehow it tasted even better as I watched him flex and saw the snaking mound in his chinos that indicated the source of the creamer.

The world around us disappeared, so intent we were on each other. Me riveted to observing his muscled frame, his ripples of firm flesh, him immersed in my reactions, my eyes widening, lips parting, tongue trailing over my pinkish-red lips, my own bulge swelling. We were getting off on each other when Clark's voice cut through the fantasy, shattering the moment.

"Morning, boys," he called, noting our snap back to reality.

He collected his cup of Cam's cum coffee, not knowing the secret ingredient, only that it was special and delicious.

Clark set right in on his own flexing, his chinos revealing his defined quads, his polo -- with the sleeves folded up -- that's a new trick for him to show off I thought -- revealing his arms that were bulkier than Cam's but just as defined.

As Clark lingered and the two of them flexed on either side of me, I had the feeling that they were flexing as much for each other as they were for me. I just smirked and sipped my coffee, enjoying being in the center of the show, the vertex of their rivalry.

Not long into it, other coworkers began to arrive and burst our three-way bubble, pulling us into work mode and Clark back to his distant desk.

He was back for lunch, which was just as heated in competitive flexing. And then the weekend was upon us. All three of us had to stew at home, away from the others, imagining and scheming how this dynamic would progress in its second week.

Who would have my attention?

Monday couldn't arrive fast enough.

I've given myself blue balls over the weekend thinking about Clark and Cam, Cam and Clark, Clam... Clarm... -- no, those don't sound good, but they were getting enmeshed in my imagination. I thought about their rivalry and I daydreamed about where it would drive our exploits to this week.

I also yearned to taste Cam's cum again, starving for more of his muscle milk, hot from the hard spigot.

...

True to form, Cam was at his desk before me despite arriving early, a steaming hot cup of coffee ready for me on my desk.

"Good morning, bro," he said, beaming. "I went overboard today," he grinned, casting his eyes down to the coffee. "I hope you like it, but be honest if it's too much."

I picked up the cup, the smell was much sharper than usual and the contents less liquid, more solid, as they sloshed around inside.

Bringing it to my lips and drinking, it was much thicker and tasted much more like when I'd sucked Cam off under the desk than like the typical coffee with some cum cocktail.

My dick ached and I uttered a soft moan.

There was far less coffee, maybe only half the cup was coffee, the rest was filled with his seed.

"Glad you like it," he said, smiling at my moan and rubbing his junk. "I spent all weekend filling that up, with just enough to dump some extra in Clark's too. There are a good 8 loads in yours. I was one horny bastard, impatient to be back in your presence." His bicep bulged and he gave it a kiss, winking at me.

Holy fuck, I moaned in my head and sighed out loud in response to the thick cum coffee and Cam's honesty and intimacy. HOLY FUCK!

"I missed you too," I confided, gathering my thoughts. "Gave myself blue balls thinking about you, and Clark, to be fully honest. But so much about you..." I trailed off, taking a gulp of his concoction. While Clark had been at the forefront, Cam was always there, lingering, taking up more actual space even if Clark was at the front. Clark was right, Cam had captured my attention.

"Plenty more where that came from my friend," he said, squeezing his dick and nuts. "I've got you taken care of all week."

Clark arrived, wrapping an arm around my lower back, "Good morning, Grant."

I twitched, being retched from the moment with Cam, and then melted, brought into a moment with Clark. His strangely intimate, soft touch, the first I'd ever received from him, made me moan.

He picked up his coffee from Cam and took a sip. "Mmmm. Stronger than last week. It's good, thanks dude," he said, raising the cup at Cam in gratitude.

My dick lurched. Clark was admitting, albeit unknowingly, to liking Cam's seed. And he liked more of it!

Clark and I chatted for a bit about our weekends, his arm remaining around my lower back, caressing my firm, sculpted obliques, his other arm flexing for me, for himself to observe me spellbound by his muscles.

By the time he finished, I was rock hard and leaking in my underwear.

Cam flexed, held onto his junk, and just watched us calmly. He didn't try to compete much today, just a bit of flexing; he knew that in many ways he was winning.

Clark soon enough was off to his desk, and the office was abuzz with workers. Cam and I focused on our tasks, the rest of the day playing out predictably. It was the next day when the competition reared its ugly head again.

...

That morning, Cam brought me my regular cum coffee, with just a single load mixed in, but he brought nothing for Clark.

When Clark arrived to find Cam and I laughing together, Cam's hand cradling his junk and flexing, Clark's sunnier, nonchalant, more intimate disposition quickly soured. Without the coffee offering from Cam, he felt fully left out of the loop.

"Sorry, buddy," Cam said about not having coffee for him, "Wasn't meant to be an everyday thing, only for my department bro here," he explained, nodding to me.

"But I was happy to share with you for a day or two." He shrugged and set back to flexing for me.

Clark was clearly angry, sizing up the situation. I could feel the physical tension through his arm slung over my shoulder. "Lunch then, and back to our regular coffee tomorrow," he grunted, not waiting for a response, and retreated, not coming up with anything in the moment to fight back with aside from trying to dictate our coffee break back into being a workday fixture.

Cam's calm composure curled into a self-satisfied smirk. He'd won again. In fact, he won all week. For the next three days, Cam brought me his special coffee and I forgot all about getting coffee with Clark. Not one of the days did I leave my desk to meet him. And every day at lunch, his brewing anger increased.

I felt bad, but to some extent was enjoying Clark's jealousy and wanted to see where it led. Did I truly forget coffee with Clark the other three days, I wondered on Friday after lunch, Or were some days purposeful, goading him on. Last time he was jealous and worked up I get him to show me and give me his dick and cum, what could I get this time with him even more worked up?

And so, for all of Friday afternoon, I was on pins and needles. Clark hadn't acted yet, but I was certain he was going to. He wouldn't just let Cam win, not now, we were all in this together come what may. So, I waited impatiently. Cam sensed it but said nothing, calm composure, just flexing for me and showing off his junk as the workweek wound down.

When the workday ended, Cam shut down his workstation, nodded his head, resigned to what he couldn't control, and said his goodbyes, knowing I'd stay late, hoping Clark would pounce.

"You want more of the Monday special coffee," Cam asked, turning back to look at me just before he left.

"I'd love that," I said, smiling.

He gave a half smile, winked, and was gone.

My dick throbbed, knowing it was now or never.

I stood up at the workstation, seeing the office quickly clearing out. But there was no sign of Clark.

Had I pushed too far, I worried. Shaking my head, clearing that thought.

I took a walk around the office, not seeing Clark anywhere but feeling freer seeing few other coworkers still in the office, and those clearly preparing to leave.

Taking a deep breath, steadying myself, and opened the supply closet and rummaged about inside, Cam and I needed a few items replenished for the following week. Nothing that couldn't be taken care of on Monday, but it was something to distract my mind and waste some time in hopes Clark would appear.

It was a good bet.

The closet door opened and snapped closed.

Clark.

"Ssooooo," he said, drawing the word out. "I do get to see you alone at after all."

In a flash he was on top of me, body pressed to mine, arms engulfing me from behind.

I couldn't help but moan. It's what I'd longed for. True intimacy from him. A true sense of his muscular power.

"You still want me enough to moan at my touch," he growled, keeping his voice low, controlled, but tinged with anger and jealousy. "But not enough to spend time with me. To resume our coffee time."

I couldn't speak. Every time I opened my mouth a moan forced its way out and overwhelmed my voice box.

"Look at you, putty in my arms. My big, muscled, defined arms," Clark cooed, licking my ear.

I moaned loudly.

His hand clamped over my mouth. "Now, now," he hushed. "Can't attract more attention in case someone is left in the office. I didn't see anyone, but you never know..." he trailed off, licking my ear and kissing it.

"I see you look at Cam the way you looked only at me before," he whispered, voice tight, still in control, but sharp, heated. He kissed my neck and licked it. "He's stolen all your attention and you've just rolled over, giving in to him."

I moaned and listened, made no move to respond, no move to react beyond moaning.

"And you have nothing to say for yourself," he growled. "You know I'm right. Skipping our coffee dates, turning most of your interest at lunch to him. I see it, I see it all..." he kept going. I just let him spiral, let him spill his guts, and let him attend to me. Hoping I would get another layer of what I wanted from him.