9-to-5 series: Jacob and Craig

My name is Jacob. I had just finished my undergrad in accounting and found myself a proper job in a local firm. I was lucky enough to have had a few contacts in the industry to secure me this position which so happened to be near my home.

I always had a hard time being taken seriously. I was this 5'4" 110lbs little twink, even at 23 years old. I couldn't grow facial hair if my life depended on it, and I barely had any hair other than my actual hair and eyebrows. I played recreational soccer here-and-there and did exercise about 3-4 days a week, but I was still skinny, but more toned. Now, that didn't mean I didn't get along well with my colleagues. I can easily integrate into groups of people, but I always stood out as being the odd one out. Shorter than all the other guys, never played sports like the other guys; I was just this gay guy that I wouldn't call feminine, but definitely not masculine. So where did I fit in? Nowhere, but everywhere at the same time.

One thing that everyone could agree on: I knew accounting, I got shit done and I usually got it done on budget. This is rare for anyone with less than 6 months experience, so they kept giving me larger projects and more challenging work. This is where my story starts.

I got assigned to this massive project as part of a team. The engagement wasn't big enough to require more than 2 junior staff and someone managing the team; I was one of the 2 junior staff. The one managing the team was one of those football player types; let's call him Craig. He was a 6'2" 250 lbs. gorilla of a man. He was in the local University Football team and coaches the high school team. He would usually wear nice polo shirts that were a little too tight for him; I assumed he had gained a bit of weight since he bought them. Don't get me wrong, he's still built like a tank with massive pecs, arms and shoulders that could easily lift you up like a rag doll, but there was a bit more of him than what I expected was the University Standard for football players. I liked him well enough. He was nice and polite but had this arrogant streak on him. He'd cheer in a loud deep voice "Come on! You can do it! Go! Go! Go!" when he wanted to motivate us. I'd roll my eyes because who needs an overly masculine man to bark orders at you when you could self-motivate?

If you had asked me at that time, I would have lied and said I didn't find it sexy, but the man was hot. He had dark brown hair kept in military style, dark brown eyes, square face, defined jaw line, and a roman shaped nose. Combined with the permanent 5 o'clock shadow that required a shave twice per day and a pronounced brow ridge, he had this aggressive look to him. It was more intimating than anything else, but I wouldn't want him on my bad side, for sure. What completed the look was his body hair. His arms were covered in coarse, thick and dark hair. It continued beyond his forearms, hiding under the sleeves of his shirts. He always kept his polo shirts buttoned up, but I could only imagine what else was covered in his thick fur.

Craig, the deep voiced, alpha of male manager, successfully motivated the other junior on the team, a fellow sports guy, and I was successfully motivating myself since his macho male antics only peeved me. However, as the days went by it became evident that the deadline was going to be missed if we didn't pull some overtime. My teammate wasn't really pulling his weight, so I was the only one working late to get things done. The day before the due date was a chaotic one. Craig was a bit short with us, but we managed to really make headway, but not exactly where we wanted. My "reliable" teammate left shortly after 5pm, so I was the only one who worked late with Craig.

Suddenly I heard Craig's chair roll loudly until it hit the back wall of his office. I looked towards his office to see him stomp out. It was 6pm and he had taken advantage of the afterhours clothing policy. His polo shirt was unbuttoned all the way. This polo shirt's buttons surprisingly went almost way down his chest, revealing thick dark coarse hair, exactly like I had imagined. He put his arms above his head, stretching out of the seated position where he was locked into place for most of the day. The shirt lifted a good six inches above his pant waistline showing a thick padding of solid muscle with a layer of fat covered in the same coarse hair as his arms and chest. I knew my eyes were wide and I couldn't stop staring.

"Fuck it" I heard Craig say from across the office floor. "I need to knock something out."

I was tired and my willpower was slowly fading. I knew that I didn't have enough energy in me to focus on anything other than straight Craig.

Luckily, Craig didn't notice and just walked towards me. "Look, I'm going to hit the gym 'cause I need to release this energy." He said that without looking at me; I could tell he didn't have anything in him anymore. He was staring blankly at the patch of bland office painting hanging near my cubicle. Before I could say anything, he added: "It's my fucking birthday today and I'm probably going to be here until 11pm instead of getting a drink with my buds and getting laid."

I was a little surprised at his candor. He and I never really vibed on a personal level and I think he realized what he just said because he snapped out of it suddenly.

"Eum... sorry about that I guess I need that workout more than I thought!" he said in his deep rugged voice looking at me for the first time since he walked out of his office. I must have still looked shocked and speechless because he eventually added. "I'll be back in an hour. Do you think you can get the file done by then?"

"Yes, sir. That should be doable" I managed to squeak out, ignoring his sex comment.

"Good. Thanks for staying here late. I know it's not ideal" he responded. "I'll treat you to food next week when things die down."

"Oh, thanks!" I politely responded. He gave me a soft smile, combined with his aggressive look and tank-like body, made me blush. Unlike my earlier gawking, that didn't go unnoticed. The only sign he noticed something was his eyebrows twitching, but his genuine expression never wavered.

He left without another word, leaving me alone with the work and my thoughts. He's definitely straight. He has a girlfriend and there's nothing gay about him. His masculinity isn't obnoxious like those "masculine gays" that overdo it to avoid suspicion. He's one of those silent alphas; the kind that everyone knows is in charge without him having to lift a finger. The threat of his action is enough to control everyone around him. It's very intoxicating, especially to gay twinks like myself.

I was able to get a lot done by the time Craig came back. I was maybe 5 minutes away from wrapping up the file. Craig came still dressed in his gym clothes. He wore gym shorts, an unzipped sweater and what appeared like a black wifebeater underneath. And he was covered in sweat, and he was mad.

"Did you know that the showers are only available until 6pm? It's ridiculous!" He ranted rather loudly walking towards me, which was halfway to his office. "It would take me another hour to drive home and back, so I hope you don't mind."

My eyes went to the gym shorts immediately when he started walking. His meat was definitely not under any kind of sufficient support; it was flying around his underwear and definitely not hiding the size of his manhood. It took everything in me not to stare. He walked past me, and the sweaty musk of the unwashed alpha rolled over me. A soft moan escaped my mouth before I stopped the rest of my inhibition from releasing. He definitely missed a step; I know he heard me. If he had doubts with my blushing earlier, he knew now.

Once Craig got to his office, I heard him gulp down some water and he suddenly went back to the open door. "How did you make out?" he said, arms crossed leaning in the door frame. He had done arms today, because they were pumped like crazy and usually subtle veins were exceptionally visible through his fur.

"I was able to get everything done, except this one item I'm not sure about" I responded from my desk.

"Okay, come here and show me, we'll fix it now and then you can go home" he quickly answered.

I made my way to his office. He sat down with full manspread, like he usually does, but never in those revealing gym shorts. I told him my issue and as I was explaining, his usual thought process started: he leaned back, eyes focused on the ceiling as he thought. Then, he put his hands behind his head, showing off his meaty arms. His shirt rode up to reveal his thick and hairy stomach for the second time today.

I took advantage of his thinking process to admire him. I had never let myself do that until today. Obviously, my fatigue cost me my way too much of inhibition. I gawked for a long time before I realized it was way too long. I looked up and he was staring right at me, no readable expression. I was scared shitless.

I'm so getting fired, I thought. Fuck....

We kept eye contact for way too long until I heard heavy breathing and a slowly growing bulge through his gym shorts. My self control lost out and I slowly made my way around his desk without losing eye contact. My dick was swelling up too. He wanted more release and I wanted to give it to him. I wanted to please this alpha with more than just my work, and I was going to do it, for better or worse.

I got on my knees between his huge spread legs. They were basically tree trunks and each probably bigger than my own waist. He was frozen in place with his hands still behind his head and was looking at me as my tiny hands made their way towards his bulge. I stroked it for a few seconds, and he released a deep long moan. I started to grab at the shorts' waistband and together we wiggled them down not only his shorts, but his slick, wet compression underwear to his ankles. The musk I released was intoxicating. It reminded me of the gym lockeroom after soccer practice when guys would throw their sweaty and wet underwear around laughing; I tried to hide it well, but I always dreamed about sweaty musky men. Our eyes were still connected, but I let out a gasp, knowing my fantasy was going to come true. From the corner of my eye, it was obvious that his tool was massive when it sprang straight up and made a huge thud as it thrust against his hairy round abdominals. His breath was getting deeper, and I turned my gaze to his dick. I just held my breath.

He was uncut, like most guys are here. The shaft was at least 9inches long and as thick as a can. Not only was it the biggest cock I'd ever seen in real life, but he also obviously let his bush run wild. His balls were surprisingly light of pubes, but his pubic area was thick, coarse and connected seamlessly to his hairy stomach. I could see it glistening from sweat around the base of his penis.

I was wide-eyed when I looked back towards his face. I think he was struggling with what to do. He was in a tough spot, and he knew it. He was still in the same position, leaning back with hands behind his back not knowing what exactly to do.

"It's okay. I know you need it" I said in a low whisper. It was so soft; I wasn't sure he had heard. As soon as I said it, he was a different man.

The hint of hesitancy was replaced by selfish desire, and I submitted.

Craig brought a hand to his dick to aim for my mouth and took his other hand behind my head bringing them together. I swallowed the full 9 inch in one slow thrust. Our eyes never unlocked; he was looking for my limit. I thanked my body for my lack of gag reflex and let my throat relax as he guided me farther down his shaft until I took it all. I put my hands on his thick hairy thighs and bringing them towards his balls. I gently cupped them while his cock was reaching the depths of my throat, blocking my airway.

"Fucking hell", I heard Craig moan. He let go of my head, but I stayed exactly where I was, dragging my tongue in all directions feeling his dick throb deep in my throat.

I slowly brought my head back. I inhaled the most intense sweaty musk and I made my throat vibrate from a low moan while releasing the cock from my mouth. I closed my eyes, taking in the sweaty bush. He grunted in pleasure at the new sensation, until only the head was wrapped around my lips.

"You're a slut, aren't you?" he bluntly said with a mix of surprise and awe.

I opened my eyes to the comment, and I responded confirming his degrading comment with my tongue. The selfish desire turned animalistic; he stopped seeing the little accountant. He sat up and brought himself on the edge of his seat. That allowed a wider spread of his thighs and easier access for me. I got on all fours in front of that wagging hairy dick.

Without a warning, he grabbed me by the jaw forcing me to look at him and said: "if you're going to be a whore, then I'll treat you like one."

Everything was suddenly a blur. His heavy hand grabbed my hair and forced me to take his cock again, but this time, I was a just a rag. He started face-fucking me relentlessly. I quickly learned to time my breath between trusts, but not before I had tears running down my face, drool leaking out of my mouth getting his dick, balls and pubes went in thick saliva. My hands were on his thighs, trying to get a semblance of control, but I let him use my throat. Even if I knew I was being abused, he was the alpha, it was his birthday and I was giving him what we both know he needs.

Then Craig let go and my mouth was suddenly empty. I opened my eyes to see, but they were full of tears. I was gasping and stumbled since the strong hands and arms of this beast of a boss weren't holding me up. I was sitting on the floor, my face wet from tears and drool and looked up at Craig.

He was using all of my fluids as lube, jerking his thick cock. "I'm close. Get over here and finish what you started."

I crawled up to him again. He was leaning back on his chair again and watching me like a gorilla waiting to pounce. I took him in my mouth again and destroyed my own hole myself. I was leaking again, but I didn't stop. Craig liked it this way and I wasn't going to disappoint him.

His moans were getting deeper, and he said: "Take it. You can do better, you did earlier". And I did as I was told and started impaling myself on his throbbing shaft.

Craig was really close to coming, I could feel his body spasming and then I felt his big hands behind my head again. He thrust once and held me with all 9inches passed my lips. Then, then he grunted.

A powerful rope of hot cum shot down my throat without a need to swallow, and he loosened his grip. I left half of his shaft in my mouth and slowly pumped the rest of his load in my mouth. His head was leaning back, and his legs were trembling while still releasing low guttural moans.

His dick got soft in my mouth, and I wasn't surprised, when there was still a full 5inches of dick in my mouth. Sucking at it, sniffing the musky pubes, with a little tent in my pants.

I released his dick but didn't dare to move but for whipping my tears and drool on my shirt. The tension was gone, now. This was just meaningless getting off for him and wouldn't reciprocate. Now that it was done, I wasn't sure what would happen to me.

Craig was still leaning in his chair with his sweaty musky pants between his ankles and his soft hairy dick hanging between his thick thighs and was looking at me. I smiled at him from between his thighs, when I saw the expression of satisfaction on his face, but it changed quickly to one of guilt. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"I won't say anything if you won't." I said to Craig in a low voice, which seemed to awaken him from his trance. I continued with my explanation: "It's a lot more common for gays to get off and move on without drama. If you won't hold it against me, you won't see me repeat what happened here."

He was quiet when he looked at me. I could tell he was thinking about it and then said: "Okay, it's a deal."

I winked at him and brought another chair next to his. Craig looked at me with confusion.

"Don't you want to get this file done?" I asked him as I pointed to his laptop and a copy of the draft financial statements at his desk. He looked over them and back at me and nodded.

"Alright, I'm not sure if that's sufficient disclosure for commitments here," I started with my first question.

We chuckled at my little mistakes here-and-there and he answered my questions like nothing had happened. I went back to my desk and completed my work, printed the updated drafts and dropped them off at his desk. I couldn't help but notice that he never bothered getting dressed and let my saliva and tears dry all over his massive thighs, bushy dick and hairy abdomen.

"Thanks again, Jacob" he started when I dropped them off. "For everything. You really delivered".

We made eye contact again for a few seconds too long. "Anything.... sir" I said with a smirk.

I turned around and left.