Straight Coworker's Jealousy Pt. 05

Straight Coworker's Jealousy P4.2 -- Finally Fucked (second half of Pt.04)

"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.

He pulled my polo off over my head and crushed me in his arms.

I whimpered.

"But you still want this muscled body," he crooned, his body hard to mine, rubbing my washboard abs and hefting my own ample, defined pecs.

His crotch hit my butt and I yelped, feeling his erection through his chinos.

"Fuck yeah," he goaded. "You want it all, don't you?"

He ground into me, his dick mashed into my firm ass.

I whimpered, louder.

"Then that's exactly what you're going to get," he grunted.

Releasing me, he pushed a filing cabinet in front of the supply closet door, kicked off his shoes, stripped his polo and chinos off, and stood before me in just his trunks.

The light gray fabric clearly showed the rigidity of his arrow-straight 8inch cock and wet spot of precum forming at his dickhead.

"Fuck," I sighed, my mouth salivating.

"But you need to tell me," he continued, curling his hands into fists and posing, his biceps and pecs popping, his dick swaying in the trunks, tenting them and relaxing, tenting and relaxing.

My anus twitched.

"Tell me what you want from me," Clark goaded, flexing and posing, changing positions frequently to highlight all his muscle groups. "Tell me how badly you want to worship this body. I mean, truly worship it."

Precum leaked into my underwear and I advanced.

His hand hit my chest, holding me away.

"Ah, ah, ah," he smirked, fluttering his pec muscles. "You need to tell me first."

He thrust his hips out, the precum wet spot expanding, his dick jerking in the underwear at his command.

I moaned and stared. "I want it all," I said. "Every muscle. Tensed. Sweating. HARD. I want all of you Clark. Inside me. Make me feel something from you that I can't forget, that I can't ignore." I watched him flex, his dick throbbing of its own accord as I spoke, his juices soaking through the wet spot and oozing down the fabric. I had him right where I wanted him, now for the final touch. "Something Cam has not given me."

Clark half moaned and growled, storming me. He yanked my pants and underwear down, flipped my body around, pushed my torso down so my hands hit the wooden shelving with a smack, and yanked my hips back, my hairy muscled ass jiggling and hitting his underwear-clad crotch.

I felt his trunks slide over my bare ass and his naked, achingly hard, precum slicked cock slap down. Flesh on flesh.

I cried out, just from the feel of his cock on the outside of my ass.

"That's it Grant," Clark soothed. "Feel my ultimate muscle."

I grinned, knowing it was not the ultimate, but knowing too I'd get there eventually. And I gave a whimper -- an honest one, but also one that would cover up any scheming he may have sensed.

"Fuck yeah Clark," I moaned. "Give it to me."

Without ceremony, he spread some natural lube from his wet trunks over my hole, cupped my cheeks, held them open, and pressed the fat head of his shlong to my anus.

"Fffuuuucccccck," I sighed, sharp and needy, having waited all day in hopeful anticipation of getting fucked by him.

And then he was inside, my anus expanding to accommodate him, my anal canal getting stuffed. Fulfilled. Whole. He bottomed out within seconds, stretching me.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH," I cried out and his hand clamped over my mouth again, muffling my joy.

He pulled completely out and slammed back in as I screamed in pleasure into his hand.

He bit the back of my neck, freeing his cock and encasing it again.

Fully out.

Fully in.

He hammered my ass, bit my neck, and growled, his hand tightly gripping my face and silencing my moans.

Aggressive. Forceful. Bestial. He fucked my ass like it was the last fuck he'd ever have.

"You like Cam more than me now," he growled, changing his technique to keeping his dick inside me and just pummeling my cavity. "This better serve as a reminder, enough to push some thought of him out of your head and bring me back into it." He bottomed out, humping, stretching his dick to its limits and my anal walls in ecstasy, lighting up my deep anal spot.

I whined, nodding, licking his palm. Truthful. I'd forgotten all about Cam. Clark was on my mind, in my nostrils, the taste of his flesh on my tongue, his voice in my ears, and his cock obliterating my needy ass.

"Fucking thought so," he growled, moaning, wrapping his other arm around my torso and crushing our muscled bodies together.

He was sweaty, exerting significant energy, and rapidly building to orgasm.

"GGGGAAAAAAAAA DAMN Grant," he groaned, constraining his voice to keep it low, a stray coworker could walk by at any point. "Your fucking ass is so fucking tight! Like nothing I've ever fucked before... FUCK!"

I moaned and fluttered my anal canal, working the muscles over his hammering dick.

His words escaped him and he whimpered, high, sharp, nearly orgasmic. I was bringing my supposedly straight coworker to orgasm, and he was doing the same to me!

"You're not the only one with muscles, remember," I mumbled through his hand and licked his palm again.

He groaned, long, unending, and he lifted me off the floor with his one arm around my torso and his legs caught underneath mine, squatting with me on his upper quads. Hard, skin-slapping, body-shaking thrusts of his cock wrecked my anus and had me singing into his hand.

He twisted us to the side and pressed me up to the wall the filing cabinet had cleared.

My ass clamped down and pulsed, my orgasm just beginning. Like a tsunami, it started without warning and in a flash washed me away.

Clark followed me, his body trembling, dick swelling, cum shooting through his loins.

Muscles tensed and crushed, muscles clamped tightly around rigid flesh, sweat, saliva, angst, jealousy, schemes, it all came crashing in and exploding out as Clark dumped his load inside of my ass and I came, hands free, all over the wall, thick yellowy cum oozing down the painted surface.

Clark kept humping until we were both drained. Then he dropped me down on my feet, took his hand from my mouth, and slid quickly from my ass.

I turned to look at his spent, flagging cock, slicked with anal sex, a spot of cum beading at his dick slit.

Fuck yeah, I thought with a grin. The week had ended right where I'd hoped it would. Or just about anyway; I had hoped Clark would have been more intimate, but a hot fuck was a hot fuck.

Clark lazily got dressed. In his stupor, I got a view of his naked ass for the first time. Mounded, sculpted, muscled flesh with a sparse stippling of dark brown hair. It was as hot as I'd imagined and even though I'd just cum, my dick stopped deflating and let some blood back in.

I arranged my polo over my head and drew it down to my waist, tucked myself back into my underwear, and situated my pants.

Finding tissues and hand sanitizer, I cleaned my load from the wall. I held onto the ball of cummy tissues. I couldn't throw that away here, not where someone could find or smell them.

"We're good," Clark asked, ensuring the space was shipshape before moving the cabinet back to its position and opening the supply closet door.

He smiled and winked at me outside the closet. "Have a nice weekend, Grant." And he left.

I stood in the silent, empty office for a while, feeling the lingering spasms in my loins and reminiscing about the last two weeks, focused on the fuck I'd gotten after a year of wishful thinking.

I wonder what next week has in store, I thought, tucking the cummy tissues into my bag and heading home for the weekend.