It’s weird how friendship works. What makes two people compatible? I never could figure out why some people I vibed with, and others I could never really connect to.
I had been working at the gym for what was probably a little under a year at this point, when I met a dude named Jack. He was an interesting character for sure. Loved to laugh. And play jokes on people. He was one of our maintenance people. He fixed issues with the building and facilities as well as the equipment.
I thought Jack was maddeningly attractive. Most people would describe him as very average. He was a bit of a nerd. Very skinny, yet his body was decently toned. His clothes never really seemed to fit him, always hanging just a bit loose. He was about my height at 5’11. But more than anything to me, he was a total goofball. He was so easy to be at ease with. I had also seen him randomly one day showering in the locker room, and I knew he had a big dick…and big balls.
Uncut.
Jack and I got along really well. I remember shortly after I started working there, I was cleaning up in cardio. I had gotten to the ellipticals (which are a pain in the ass to clean). I opened up the blue plastic mantel of the PRECORE machine and began to wipe clean the interior of the equipment where all the dirt and hair collects.
“Nobody ever does that.” I turned to find Jack standing over me with his tool belt on.
“Really?” I said. Not quite sure how to respond.
“Besides me? No.” He smiled. And just like that we were work besties. We didn’t hang out outside of work much. But whenever he was there, we were always working side by side on something. Or finding our way to each other out by the pools, in cardio, or the break room. Jack would show me tips and tricks to fix minor issues that would commonly arise, which helped propel my career honestly. Nothing like a manager who can recalibrate a pool’s chemical monitor.
Around this time it had come out that I was gay. No need to get into it right now. But I noticed how a lot of “the guys” started to treat me differently than before. I was down about this because I had other openly gay co-workers that were treated with acceptance, and I thought it was weird that they would act so weird about me. They would get quiet when I walked into the room. They stopped joking around with me. I was never really that close to any of them anyway, but it stung a little bit when I would come into the room and be treated like a spy.
I guess that was it. The other gay male co-workers were a lot more flamboyant than I was. I think “the guys” liked their gay where they could see it.
One of my gay co-workers, Martell, asked me why I was trying to be straight. To which I replied…”I’m just me.”
Jack, being in maintenance, was only in the club about once a week. I thought maybe he hadn’t heard the big revelation about my sexuality because he never treated me differently. He continued to play tricks too. Once telling me he had turned off the water supply in the showers. He then asked me to read him the serial number on the faucet…something that most easily is done by twisting the valve. Which I did, only he hadn’t cut the water off. The shower head was removed for repair, and water sprayed me with such force I got confused and started slipping and sliding all over the place. This only caused Jack to be completely overtaken with laughter.
He has the most obnoxious Woody The Woodpecker laugh that was kryptonite to me. I couldn’t help but laugh with him anytime I heard it. And even though I was soaking wet and fuming with rage, all I could do was laugh.
I remember one day the guys treatment just really got to me. I wasn’t trying to seem down, and I had certainly faked a smile through a lot worse. But Jack knew something was off.
“Smile.” He said. I just didn’t have it in me.
“Rafters.” He said.
The rafters was his little private space in the club. Nobody else but him and I knew about it. He showed it to me. You have to go up into a crawl space that eventually opens up above the main workout floor. If you look down in certain spaces, you can even see people down below working out. Jack had me help him clean it up, and he even moved a couch, and some other things up there. My favorite being this race track he made out of old pallets he disassembled. I spent many lunches up here with him.
He also had an old stained rug he hung up next to the couch. I helped him carry it up there and broke out in hives right after I set it down. I told him the rug was disgusting and he needed to get rid of it. To which he responded “That’s my canvas.” And smiled. “I paint it when I’m here alone.” He started laughing at my confused face. “I painted it three times already today.”
“Ewww!” I exclaimed.
Anyway here we were up in the attic. “You good fam?” He asked. I nodded my head yes. But immediately started to tear up. I don’t even know why I was so upset…I guess it had all just gotten to me. I quickly fixed my face and sucked it up.
“Yeah I’m good.” I said.
“People are assholes.” He put his arm around me. Then without warning he kissed me on the cheek.
“Hey.” I laughed, and began wiping his kiss off my cheek.
“What am I not your type?” He said in mock outrage. I just laughed, sure he was playing another trick on me. But the silence that stretched after, told a different story. There was a seriousness in his face I had never seen before.
I’m not sure who leaned in first. But we met in the middle. I had never noticed how full his lips were till they were on me. He knew how to kiss. His rhythm was perfect with just the right amount of tongue, just the right amount of pressure. He kissed me like I meant something to him. Like he wanted me.
I was all over him. I picked him up and carried him over to the couch and removed his button-down work shirt. I knew by the way he sat back, legs wide open, hands interlocked behind his head, that he was a dominant lover.
He let me go to work on his body. His chest was hairy and more toned than I would have guessed. I kissed all over his neck and made my way to tease his nippples. Which caused him to moan with pleasure. I worked all down his abs and undid his belt. I pulled his pants and underwear down in one powerful yank. It was as big as I assumed. 8 inches. But what stood out was the girth and the shape. It was thick, but it got especially thick right in the middle. His foreskin covered most of the head and was also meaty and exceptionally vascular. I loved how veiny his cock was. I knew his balls were full because he was already leaking.
“You like that cock?” He asked. The change in his demeanor excited me more than I wanted to show. I wasted no time teasing it up and down. Jack’s eyes rolled up in his head and he moaned. He was leaking an impossible amount. I found myself running back through the sexual history he had told me. Girls he had sex with. Trying to weigh the STI risk in my mind. That lasted all of 5 seconds before I took his whole length down my throat.
“Oh God bro!” Jack took the back of his heel, and began guiding me up and down on his cock. forcefully shoving it deeper. Making me cry happy tears.
“You’re turn.” I said. I stood up and pulled my pants down.
“Holy shit!” He exclaimed. “Bro your shit’s too big. What the fuck is that?” I smiled. Grabbing him by the hair I began to feed him my cock.
He was terrible at giving head. I guess that’s what I should have expected from someone who learned it by watching straight performances. He bobbed on it and slapped it against his face while making comments about the size under his breath.
Finally he stood up. he reached for his pants and pulled a condom out his wallet. Without asking he just suited up.
“Wait…I uh…” I started. Jack just spun me around and started thrusting his throbbing cock between my cheeks getting ready to enter me. “I’m not prepared.” I managed to say.
He pulled me in, and kissed me behind the ear. “Shhhhhh.” He said. He reached into one of his cupboards and produced lotion. And slowly slid it in.
“Aaahhhg.” He moaned as it slipped in. I felt like the room was starting to spin. That’s when he really started to fuck me.
He pounded at a speed I had never felt before. Like a …Jackrabbit. Relentless. First we fucked standing up. Then reverse cowgirl on the couch where his balls slapped mine so hard I had to tell him to stop. He just flipped me over layed me down on the ground on my back and kept thrusting so hard we were literally sliding across the floor to the edge of the walk space.
“Look.” He said. He flipped me on my stomach. I peered down through the wood beams, insulation and peg board, and could see members working out below. Jack continued to hammer away at my ass.
Finally he stood up and took my hand. “C’mon.” He said he walked me back over to the couch, and snatched the condom off. I breathed a sigh of relief that it was clean. Jack proceeded to unload a massive nut all over the hanging rug. And I joined him. We painted it quite nicely.
Jack looked over at me and laughing with incredulity, he kissed me on the cheek. “Smile.” He said. This time I did.
Jack and I remained friends …even though we never fucked again. I was so sore after his relentless pounding. But every now and then on my lunch, I helped him paint in the attic.
Thank you for reading! So much more to tell…
-J. Brooks
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/134pcv2/getting_banged_by_my_coworker_at_work