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I never planned on crossing that line with my straight roommate. But one stupid, sweat-soaked night in our crappy chicago apartment, Jake looked me dead in the eyes and offered me exactly what I’d been pretending I didn’t want.

My name is Ethan, by the way...

We’d been splitting rent for eight months, and I’d kept my side of the deal ironclad. I was out, loud, and proud everywhere else in my life, but around him I played it cool. Jake was the kind of guy who made you forget how to form sentences... six-two, ex-college linebacker shoulders that stretched every shirt he owned, and a lazy, lopsided grin that hit differently when he was fresh off the field. He still had a girlfriend back in Ohio, some cheerleader type he called “babe” on the phone when he thought I wasn’t listening. I told myself I was fine with it. Roommates, nothing more.

Until the AC died again.

July had been a furnace all week, the kind of heat that makes the air feel thick enough to chew. I was sprawled on the couch in nothing but gym shorts, scrolling mindlessly, when the front door slammed open. Jake stepped in, tank top plastered to his chest like a second skin, hair dark with sweat, gym bag slung over one shoulder.

“Fuck this heat, dude,” he muttered, dropping the bag with a thud. He didn’t even make it to his room. Right there in the living room he peeled the soaked tank off, muscles flexing as the fabric dragged over his abs. The scent of him... sharp deodorant, salt, and something deeper, purely male... rolled across the couch and wrapped around me like a hand on the back of my neck.

Jesus. Don’t stare. Don’t you dare stare.

I tried. I really did. My eyes stayed glued to my phone for maybe three whole seconds before they betrayed me. He collapsed beside me, legs spread wide, basketball shorts riding up thick thighs. The outline of him was right there, heavy and obvious, pressed against the thin gray fabric. When he stretched both arms behind his head, the move pulled his shorts tighter and I saw the ridge of his cock shift, thickening just a little.

He caught me.

“You’re staring,” he said, voice low, almost amused.

My face went hot. “Sorry.”

Jake didn’t laugh it off like he usually would. He just watched me for a long beat, blue eyes narrowed. Then, casual as anything, he reached down and palmed himself through the shorts, slow, deliberate. His hand stayed there, fingers loosely curled around the growing shape.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” he said.

My pulse slammed in my throat. “About what?”

“About what it would feel like if you touched it.”

The words hung there, thick as the humidity. I waited for the punchline. It didn’t come.

He’s straight. He has a girlfriend. This is some kind of joke, right?

“You’re straight Jake. Don't joke about this,” I managed.

He smirked, but there was heat in it now, not just cocky charm. “I know what I am. But my girl’s two states away, I’m horny as hell, and you’ve been looking at me like you want it for months.” His thumb brushed over the head of his cock through the fabric, making it twitch. 

“So… You want this or not?”

I should have said no. I should have laughed it off, gone to my room, jerked off in private like I had every other night listening to him shower. Instead I nodded, once, before my brain could catch up.

Jake stood. The motion was smooth, confident, like he’d already decided how this was going to go. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down. His cock sprang free... thick, seven inches, flushed dark at the tip, veins standing out along the shaft. Heavy balls hung low, swaying slightly as he stepped out of the shorts. The head glistened, already leaking a clear bead of precum.

Holy shit. It’s even better up close.

He moved closer until the tip was inches from my lips. The heat rolling off him was insane. I could smell the musk of his balls, the faint tang of sweat from the gym. My mouth watered before I could stop it.

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[Part 2]

Part 2 leans a bit more kinky... feel free to check it out if that’s your thing

Everyone is 18+

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I never planned on crossing that line with my straight roommate. But one stupid, sweat-soaked night in our crappy chicago apartment, Jake looked me dead in the eyes and offered me exactly what I’d been pretending I didn’t want.

My name is Ethan, by the way...

We’d been splitting rent for eight months, and I’d kept my side of the deal ironclad. I was out, loud, and proud everywhere else in my life, but around him I played it cool. Jake was the kind of guy who made you forget how to form sentences... six-two, ex-college linebacker shoulders that stretched every shirt he owned, and a lazy, lopsided grin that hit differently when he was fresh off the field. He still had a girlfriend back in Ohio, some cheerleader type he called “babe” on the phone when he thought I wasn’t listening. I told myself I was fine with it. Roommates, nothing more.

Until the AC died again.

July had been a furnace all week, the kind of heat that makes the air feel thick enough to chew. I was sprawled on the couch in nothing but gym shorts, scrolling mindlessly, when the front door slammed open. Jake stepped in, tank top plastered to his chest like a second skin, hair dark with sweat, gym bag slung over one shoulder.

“Fuck this heat, dude,” he muttered, dropping the bag with a thud. He didn’t even make it to his room. Right there in the living room he peeled the soaked tank off, muscles flexing as the fabric dragged over his abs. The scent of him... sharp deodorant, salt, and something deeper, purely male... rolled across the couch and wrapped around me like a hand on the back of my neck.

Jesus. Don’t stare. Don’t you dare stare.

I tried. I really did. My eyes stayed glued to my phone for maybe three whole seconds before they betrayed me. He collapsed beside me, legs spread wide, basketball shorts riding up thick thighs. The outline of him was right there, heavy and obvious, pressed against the thin gray fabric. When he stretched both arms behind his head, the move pulled his shorts tighter and I saw the ridge of his cock shift, thickening just a little.

He caught me.

“You’re staring,” he said, voice low, almost amused.

My face went hot. “Sorry.”

Jake didn’t laugh it off like he usually would. He just watched me for a long beat, blue eyes narrowed. Then, casual as anything, he reached down and palmed himself through the shorts, slow, deliberate. His hand stayed there, fingers loosely curled around the growing shape.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” he said.

My pulse slammed in my throat. “About what?”

“About what it would feel like if you touched it.”

The words hung there, thick as the humidity. I waited for the punchline. It didn’t come.

He’s straight. He has a girlfriend. This is some kind of joke, right?

“You’re straight Jake. Don't joke about this,” I managed.

He smirked, but there was heat in it now, not just cocky charm. “I know what I am. But my girl’s two states away, I’m horny as hell, and you’ve been looking at me like you want it for months.” His thumb brushed over the head of his cock through the fabric, making it twitch. 

“So… You want this or not?”

I should have said no. I should have laughed it off, gone to my room, jerked off in private like I had every other night listening to him shower. Instead I nodded, once, before my brain could catch up.

Jake stood. The motion was smooth, confident, like he’d already decided how this was going to go. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down. His cock sprang free... thick, seven inches, flushed dark at the tip, veins standing out along the shaft. Heavy balls hung low, swaying slightly as he stepped out of the shorts. The head glistened, already leaking a clear bead of precum.

Holy shit. It’s even better up close.

He moved closer until the tip was inches from my lips. The heat rolling off him was insane. I could smell the musk of his balls, the faint tang of sweat from the gym. My mouth watered before I could stop it.

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[Part 2]

Part 2 leans a bit more kinky... feel free to check it out if that’s your thing

Hey everyone... First of all, thank you so fucking much for all the intense hot love on Part 3
I was honestly blown away by the comments, the upvotes, and how many of you said it made you cum.

That really motivated me to write Part 4.

I tried my best to make this one even nastier, riskier, and more intense than the last part.

So… read it when you’re ready (and probably alone).

Enjoy

 All characters 18+

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[Part 2]
[Part 3]

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“Jake…? Baby, the door’s locked. You in there?”

His cock gave another heavy throb against my tongue, leaking one more warm drop straight down my throat. His hand never stopped slowly stroking my aching, leaking cock... lazy, possessive pulls that made my hips jerk.

He didn’t pull out.

Instead, he tightened his grip on the back of my head, holding me firmly pinned on his cock while he looked down at me with that intense, conflicted stare.

“Don’t. Move,” he whispered, voice low and strained, eyes locked on mine.

The doorknob rattled again, louder this time.

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Jake dropped his full weight onto my throat, crushing my neck under his sweaty, muscular ass while his thick seven-inch cock stayed buried balls-deep in my mouth. He started rolling his hips in slow, sensual circles, grinding his heavy balls back and forth across my chin and lips, forcing his cock even deeper down my throat with every rotation. His back laid flat along my front, pinning me down so hard my spine dug into the bed mattress. I could feel my own Adam’s apple bobbing up and down against the underside of his left ass cheek every time I tried to swallow around his shaft.

“Breathe through your nose, Ethan,” I heard his order in a low growl.

I sucked in desperate breaths through my nose, inhaling the thick, salty musk of his sweaty balls and ass crack smell. My lungs were burning. My face turned bright red, veins bulging in my forehead. I tried to lift my head but his heavy thighs pinned me completely.

Right then, his girlfriend’s knocks came through the door.

She’s right outside… fuck… her boyfriend is licking my cock he spat on…

But fuck, the struggling breathe pain felt so good. This level of roughness... his straight ass literally sitting on my throat while his girlfriend knocked outside... made my cock throb harder than it ever had in my life. Her desperate voice calling him “baby” while her boyfriend’s cock choked me was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever felt.

Jake’s head rested on my thigh, his cheek pressed right against my leaking cock. The fat, curved head of my dick... still soaked in precum and spit... rested across his lips and nose, smearing sticky fluid all over his face with every twitch.

Outside the door, the knocking got louder. “Jake? Baby, I’ve been out here for almost twenty minutes already. I hear noises… are you okay in there?”

Jake didn’t move. His cock flexed hard down my throat. I tried to pull my head back just enough to breathe, but the second I did, his warm, wet tongue dragged slowly across the head of my cock. He licked the slit open, sucking another fresh round of precum straight out of me. Then his tongue pushed under my foreskin, circling the sensitive head, lapping up every drop. 

“Mmmrrggghhh….. Uggghhh”

A helpless muffled moan slipped out of me around his cock.

Jake immediately pulled off my dick just enough to hiss in a hushed, urgent voice, “Don’t make a sound, Ethan… she’ll hear you.” 

Then he dove back down, opened his mouth and swallowed my entire leaking cock in one smooth motion, sucking hard. His tongue forced its way under my foreskin, licking and swirling around the sensitive head while he nursed on the steady flow of my precum.

My eyes rolled back in my head. I raised my head a fraction, desperate to see, but his ass locked my neck in place, blocking everything. I twisted my face sideways instead. My teeth accidentally scraped hard along the thick pulsing vein on the underside of Jake’s cock.

“Uhhnnnggghhh... fuck..” Jake groaned, his whole body jerking.

His cockhead popped free of my lips with a loud, wet pop. Strings of thick throat slime and precum stretched between my swollen mouth and his glistening shaft before snapping.

The knocking stopped for a second. I heard her press her ear right against the door. Then a small broken moan slipped out of me before I could stop it.

“Wait… was that a moan? Jake, what the fuck... ” Her voice turned sharp. 

“FUCKING HELL! Who is inside? open this fucking door right now!”

We shouldn’t be doing this… this is not fucking right…Ethan… Stop.. STOP NOW

If she walks in… he’s gone. Back to her…. Ethan…. Back to being straight like nothing ever happened… Like he didn’t just sucked my cock.

I panicked and tried to slap Jake’s ass hard to make him stop. My palm cracked loudly against his sweaty cheek.

Jake ignored the slap completely. He shoved his face deeper into my crotch, burying his nose and mouth tight against my pubic hair, then swallowed my cock to the base again. His throat squeezed around my shaft as he sucked harder.

“Stay still,” he growled in a low, muffled voice around my dick, the vibration shooting straight through my balls.

He likes this… doesn’t he? Is this really straight Jake?

His girlfriend kept banging on the door, then we heard her dialing. Seconds later, Jake’s phone started ringing loudly on the table beside us... Babe flashing bright on the screen, the ringing sound echoing through the entire apartment.

“JAKE!!! What the hell are you doing in there?!Your phone is ringing inside and I heard moaning! Open the fucking door, you asshole!”

Jake’s cock twitched hard in the air above my face, leaking fresh precum onto my forehead while his girlfriend screamed outside and his phone kept ringing non-stop.

We shouldn’t be doing this… this is not fucking right.. No No… NOOO…… I’m helping him cheat on her… I’m breaking their relationship right now

BUT FUCK… I CAN’T… His mouth…Aaaaggghhhh…

Stop…. I have to stop this… but… FUCK… I CAN’T

Guilt slammed into me so hard my hand flew back and I slapped Jake’s cheek with full force, the loud crack of my palm on his face echoing through the room.

“Stop... Jake… Please….Aaahhhh….” I started, but Jake didn’t even flinch.

Instead he shoved his face harder into my crotch, nose grinding deep between my balls. He inhaled loud and slow, sucking the thick sweaty scent of my hairy bush straight into his lungs. My thighs jerked and my cock twitched hard against his forehead.

“Mmmph… smell so fucking manly… ethan”, his low groaning words made my head stop working.

Then he opened his wide mouth and engulfed my entire left testicle in one wet motion, sealing his lips around it completely. His tongue immediately started coating every inch of the smooth egg with thick warm saliva, swirling slow circles around the sensitive skin, licking the tiny wrinkles one by one, pressing flat against the underside where the skin pulled tight.

My hips bucked up involuntarily. A deep groan ripped out of my throat…

“Uuuuhhhggghhh… fuck…”

“Fuck… mmgggghhh….. your balls….. Ugggghhh….. are so full….. and heavy, dude…”

Was that a fucking compliment now? Jesus… Fuckkk… his mouth… Arrrgggghhhhh…

He sucked gently at first, pulling the whole ball deeper into his mouth until his cheeks hollowed, then sucked harder, rolling it around on his tongue. My left leg started shaking uncontrollably. While he worked my ball, I turned my head slightly and started licking the side of Jake’s thick cock that was resting across my face. My tongue dragged slow and wet along the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft, tasting the salty precum that kept leaking from his slit onto my cheek.

He let the left ball pop out with a wet smack, shiny and dripping with his spit, then immediately swallowed my right testicle the exact same way ...  lips stretching wide, tongue bathing the entire egg in slow, deliberate licks, tracing every curve and seam, pressing the tip of his tongue right into the spot where the ball connected to my body.

My back arched hard off the bed. “Nnnnggghhh… J-J-aaaaahhh…Jakeee… shit…” I moaned, my voice breaking. At the same time, I held his thighs so tight, I opened my mouth wider and sucked the fat head of Jake’s cock between my lips, swirling my tongue around the leaking slit and drinking down the fresh precum pouring out of him.

This is wrong… Aaaaahhhh….fuckkk….. she’s right outside… I am destroying everything… But it’s sooo fucking good

Jake pulled off my balls with a loud, sloppy smack. He opened his mouth and slowly spit a long, thick rope of saliva directly onto my sack. The warm spit landed heavy and started sliding down over both balls. 

“You like that…. Ethan?... Mmmggghh….. Me sucking on your gay nuts like this….?”

Hearing those words sent a sharp jolt through me. “Do-n-t…Uggghh…Fuck...J-ak-eee..aaahhh” I tried to say, but the word came out uneven

He used just the very tip of his tongue to smear it everywhere ...  dragging it in tiny precise strokes across the left ball, then the right, spreading the slick mess until both eggs were completely coated and glistening.

My balls tightened and drew up tight against my body. I groaned loudly around his cockhead still in my mouth… 

“Mmmppphhh… fuuuck…”

“Shit, they’re tightening up…Fuckkkk….. Ethannn…”

He licked down the underside of my balls where the skin is thinnest, flattening his tongue and dragging it back and forth in long slow passes, tasting the salty sweat that had gathered there. My whole body shuddered, hips jerking up, feeding him more of my balls.

Is this every man’s dream?... Fuck… this… this is how it’s supposed to feel…Fuck… being worshipped like this… done so fucking right….Aaarrggggghhhh

His tongue moved lower now, licking the soft inner skin of my left thigh in wet stripes, then the right, sucking lightly on the sensitive flesh. I moaned louder, the sound vibrating around Jake’s cock as I sucked him harder, bobbing my head as much as I could in this position, licking every inch of his shaft that I could reach.

Because holy fuck… I’ve never felt anything this intense…. Damnnn… Arrrggghhhh

He opened wide again and sucked my whole left ball back into his mouth, this time pulling it even deeper, his nose pressed tight against the base of my cock, inhaling my thick hairy bush in deep breaths while his throat made low hungry noises.

“Fuck… Uggghhh… Ethan…. your bush smells so strong… I’m…so fucking…aaarrrgghhh…. addicted.”

My thighs trembled violently….. “Aaaahhh… fuck yes… suck my balls…” I gasped, then immediately went back to licking and sucking Jake’s cock like a desperate slut, my tongue flicking rapidly over his leaking slit while thick strings of my saliva ran down his shaft, I felt Jake’s thighs tremble.

While in pure, intense bliss, I had forgotten his girlfriend was still outside the door, knocking and shouting. Now I could hear her words, but I didn’t know why the earlier guilt was slipping away... like Jake’s spit sliding down from my nut sack, dripping and soaking into the mattress.

“Cheater!! Cheater!!!.... YOU FUCKING CHEATER!!!... I know you’re in there with someone... Open the door you fucking asshole cheating bastard”

I should have stopped… but I didn’t…. The moment she said ‘cheater’… I chose him anyway

Jake’s eyes went wild. The sound of her calling him a cheater made his cock twitch violently and leak a long string of precum onto my cheek.

“Gonna make you cum just from my mouth on your nuts, watch.”

WHAT THE FUCK I JUST HEARD… 

And that’s when I realized… this wasn’t stopping tonight… And I didn’t want it to

Fuck him being straight

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Because... Damn... Jake is definitely Not A VANILLA ONE

- Quick warning-
This part gets much kinkier and more intense. Proceed only if you’re into heavy kink. All characters 18+

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Previous of Part 2

I was losing it... moaning, drooling, biting greedily at his sweaty ass as he used my hairy pit and played with my cock at the same time.

The phone was still buzzing loudly on the table behind us.

Babe

His girlfriend.

But Jake didn’t care anymore. He was too far gone, grunting and groaning, using my hairy armpit, slapping my leaking cock, and feeling my teeth on his ass all at once.

“Shit… Ethan… I’m so fucking close… gonna cum…”

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Part 3

“Shit… Ethan… I’m so fucking close… gonna cum…”

Jake’s hips snapped forward even faster, driving his thick cock brutally through the tight, sweaty grip of my hairy armpit. He squeezed my folded arm harder against his shaft, the pressure turning painful as my wrist twisted awkwardly. The friction was slick and nasty from all the sweat and precum leaking out of him.

At the same time, his free hand stayed wrapped around my throbbing cock, stroking it in fast, rough pumps. His thumb kept flicking relentlessly over my leaking slit, smearing the steady stream of precum everywhere. Every flick sent sharp jolts of overstimulation through me.

I groaned loudly into his flexing ass, my legs starting to shake uncontrollably.

Jake suddenly turned his head while still thrusting, leaning down toward my cock. Without warning, he spat a thick, warm glob of spit directly onto my swollen, leaking head. The saliva mixed with my precum and slid slowly down the entire length of my shaft in a shiny, wet trail.

“Uhhhggghhh... fuck…fuckk… Ja-J-Jakeee” I cried out, my whole body jerking.

He didn’t stop. His hand sped up, stroking me even faster, spreading the mixture of spit and precum all over my cock. My legs shook harder, thighs trembling as the overstimulation made my hips buck wildly.

Then Jake brought his palm down hard ...  a loud, wet slap landing right on my sensitive cock head.

The sting was instant and brutal.

At the same moment, his fingers moved lower and squeezed my balls so hard I saw stars.

“Aaahhhhhhggghhh...”

The loud, broken moan tore out of me before I could stop it. In pure reflex, I bit down hard on Jake’s ass ...  my teeth sinking straight into the rim of his tight hole, tongue pressing flat against it.

Jake’s entire body jerked violently. “FUUUUCK... ETHAN!”

His cock pulsed wildly in my armpit. He slammed forward one last time, burying his shaft deep in the sweaty, hairy tunnel as the first powerful spurt exploded out of him.

Thick ropes of hot cum painted the inside of my hairy armpit in heavy, white streaks. One strong spurt shot past my arm completely, splattering loudly onto the floor with a wet, squirty splash ...  thick, creamy white cum pooling on the hardwood.

Jake’s whole body shook hard, thighs trembling, abs clenching as wave after wave ripped through him. Deep, guttural groans poured out of his chest while he kept grinding his cock into my armpit, milking every last drop.

“Uhhhnnggghhh… fuck… cumming so hard… nnnngghhh…”

Even as he came, his hand never left my cock. He slowed his strokes, turning them long, slow, and sensual, squeezing from base to tip like he wanted to drain me completely. His thumb kept rubbing gentle circles over my spit-slick head, coaxing out the rest of my load.

My legs were still shaking, chest heaving. The mix of pain, pleasure, and the filthy feeling of his warm cum coating my armpit had me right on the edge too.

Jake’s breathing was ragged, his body still twitching with aftershocks. He looked down at me, eyes half-lidded, voice hoarse and wrecked.

“Shit… look what you made me do…”

The phone had finally stopped buzzing.

But in the sudden quiet, we both heard it...  three soft knocks on the apartment door, followed by a sweet, familiar girly voice.

“Baby…? Jake, you home?”

Jake’s eyes snapped wide open in pure panic, his post-orgasm haze shattering instantly.

“Fuck… that’s my girlfriend.”

He yanked back so fast it stung. His still-hard, cum-slick cock slid out of my soaked armpit with an obscene wet sound. A long, thick string of pearly white cum stretched between his swollen cockhead and my messy, hairy pit before it snapped and landed in a warm stripe across my chest and stomach.

I was still gasping, cum dripping down my ribs, when I blurted out in a raw, shaky whisper, “You said she was two states away!!”

Before I could get another word out, Jake’s hand shot to the back of my head. He gripped my hair tight and shoved his cum-covered cock straight back into my mouth, forcing it deep down my throat in one rough thrust.

“Mmmmppph…”

My protest instantly turned into a wet, choking gag. Fresh tears stung my eyes as his thick shaft filled my throat again, still twitching and leaking the last drops of his load onto my tongue. His other hand wrapped around my painfully hard cock, slowly stroking me with long, teasing pulls, keeping me right on the edge and desperate.

“Ssshhh…” he whispered urgently, voice low and strained, his eyes locked on the door like a cornered animal. “Not a fucking sound, Ethan.”

The knocking came again, a little louder this time.

“Jake? Baby, I wanted to surprise you… Are you there?”

His cock gave a heavy, involuntary twitch deep in my throat. I could feel every frantic heartbeat pulsing against my tongue while his warm cum continued to drip from my armpit onto the sheets.

I was a complete mess...  drooling around his cock, cum painted across my chest and armpit, my own dick throbbing in his slow-stroking fist...  all while his girlfriend stood just on the other side of the door, calling him “baby.”

Jake’s breathing was ragged, chest still heaving as he stared straight down at me. His body was positioned right over my face, legs planted on either side of my head and shoulders, his thick cock buried deep in my throat. From this angle he had a perfect view of my teary eyes, my stretched lips, that's dripping my saliva.

Is he really straight?

The question flooded my mind as I looked up at him. That raw, hungry look in his eyes wasn’t fading... if anything, the danger made it burn hotter. Guilt and fear were there, but so was pure lust, like he couldn’t stop wanting my mouth even with his girlfriend right outside the door.

The knocking turned into a soft, persistent rattle of the doorknob.

“Jake…? Baby, the door’s locked. You in there?”

His cock gave another heavy throb against my tongue, leaking one more warm drop straight down my throat. His hand never stopped slowly stroking my aching, leaking cock... lazy, possessive pulls that made my hips jerk.

He didn’t pull out.

Instead, he tightened his grip on the back of my head, holding me firmly pinned on his cock while he looked down at me with that intense, conflicted stare.

“Don’t. Move,” he whispered, voice low and strained, eyes locked on mine.

The doorknob rattled again, louder this time.

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Interested in Part 4?
Let me know in the comments... if there’s enough interest, I’ll post it sooner.

- Quick warning-
This part gets a bit kinkier than usual (rough oral, armpit play, ass worship). Jake is ridiculously horny and things escalate fast. All characters 18+.

[Part 1]

Jake stood. The motion was smooth, confident, like he’d already decided how this was going to go. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down. His cock sprang free... thick, seven inches, flushed dark at the tip, veins standing out along the shaft. Heavy balls hung low, swaying slightly as he stepped out of the shorts. The head glistened, already leaking a clear bead of precum.

Holy shit. It’s even better up close.

He moved closer until the tip was inches from my lips. The heat rolling off him was insane. I could smell the musk of his balls, the faint tang of sweat from the gym. My mouth watered before I could stop it.

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Part 2

Jake’s voice dropped lower, rough around the edges. “You can taste it if you want. Just… don’t make it weird after.”

I looked up at him. His chest rose and fell faster, nipples stiff and dark. His jaw was clenched tight, neck muscles standing out. His blue eyes were wide with nerves and raw hunger. He wasn’t pretending this meant nothing. He was offering his cock to me, and part of him looked scared I would stop.

God, he’s really letting me… Straight Jake... Jesus

My heart hammered so hard I felt every beat in my teeth. I leaned in, lips parting. My tongue slid out first, slow and flat, dragging over the swollen, leaking head. The thick bead of precum coated my tongue instantly...  warm, salty, slightly bitter, pure Jake. I licked again, slower, circling the smooth ridge, feeling the spongy head throb under my tongue as more precum oozed out.

Jake’s breath caught hard. “Nnnnggghhh… shit… yeah… mmmhhh… fuck, just like that.”

The sound sent a hot rush straight to my own cock, making it twitch hard inside my shorts. I opened my mouth wider and took the fat head inside. My lips stretched painfully around his thick girth. The pressure made my jaw ache right away, but the ache only made me hungrier. I swirled my tongue underneath, pressing firmly against the heavy vein running down the underside. His hand settled on the back of my head, thick fingers sliding into my hair.

I sank down further, taking him inch by inch until my nose pressed into the short, trimmed hair at his base. His heavy, sweat-warm balls rested full and loose against my chin. When I swallowed hard around him, the tight muscles of my throat squeezed and rippled along his entire length.

That was the moment Jake completely lost it.

“Fuuuuck… goddamn… your throat...  arrrggghhhhh”

His grip on my head suddenly tightened, fingers digging hard into my scalp. Before I could even react, he started thrusting ...  fast, deep, desperate strokes that forced his thick cock all the way into my throat. My eyes rolled back instantly. I couldn’t breathe. Thick saliva poured out the sides of my mouth in heavy strings, dripping down my chin and onto the couch. My jaw screamed in pain from being stretched so wide, but my own cock was rock hard and leaking in my shorts.

Tears welled up in my eyes and spilled over as he fucked my face without mercy. Wet, obscene glucking sounds filled the room with every brutal thrust. His heavy balls slapped wetly against my chin.

“Uhhhnnnn… Ethan… fuck… your throat is squeezing me so tight… nngghhh… I can’t...  I can’t hold it…”

He was right on the edge, cock swelling even thicker, pulsing wildly on my tongue. I was gagging, choking, drooling everywhere, completely lost in the rough face-fucking when he suddenly pulled out with a wet pop. Strings of spit connected my swollen lips to his throbbing cock.

Before I could catch my breath, Jake grabbed me roughly and pushed me backward onto the bed. He maneuvered my body so my head and shoulders hung off the edge of the mattress, one side of me completely dangling. 

He stepped in close, positioning himself at the junction where my neck met my left arm. One of his thick legs pressed against the side of my neck, the other slid after my arm. His heavy, sweaty balls rested right against my left armpit.

He didn’t ask. He just grabbed my left wrist and folded my arm tight, crushing his rock-hard cock deep into my hairy, sweaty armpit. The moment his thick shaft slid into the hot, damp hair and skin, he groaned loud and raw.

“Fuuuuck… yeah… just like that…”

I was shocked at his kink ...  my straight roommate shoving his cock into my smelly, hairy armpit like it was the hottest thing he’d ever felt. But I didn’t question it. The feeling of his firm ass cheeks flexing right above my face as he started thrusting was too good. Every time he drove his cock forward into the tight, sweaty grip of my armpit, his ass pushed closer to my mouth.

It was ticklish at first from the hair, but the moment I stuck my tongue out and started biting and licking at his firm, sweaty ass cheek, everything changed. Jake’s thrusts got even harder and sloppier. His cock slid frantically through the slick, hairy tunnel of my armpit while I moaned into his ass, biting down on the meaty muscle, tasting the salty sweat.

“Nnnghhh… Ethan… what the fuck… aaaahhhh.... that feels sooo fucking good… Don’t stop biting… my ass…”

His voice was broken, desperate. His hips snapped forward again and again, fucking my armpit like a tight, nasty hole while my tongue and teeth worked his ass. My own cock was painfully hard, throbbing untouched in my shorts, leaking steadily as I drooled and moaned into his flexing cheeks.

Right in the middle of it, Jake reached down with his free hand, shoved it roughly inside my shorts, and wrapped his fingers around my aching cock. He yanked it out into the open air, thick and dripping.

Slap

Without warning he gave it a hard, sharp slap...the sound cracked loud in the room.

My cock throbbed violently and a fresh bead of precum oozed out the tip.

“Uhhggghhh....” I moaned loudly into his ass, biting down harder on his cheek as the sting mixed with pleasure.

Jake groaned deep, still thrusting frantically into my sweaty armpit. “Fuck… you’re so hard… leaking all over my hand…” He slapped my cock again, harder this time, making it bounce and spurt more precum onto my stomach. Every slap sent jolts through me while he kept fucking my armpit in short, brutal strokes.

I was losing it... moaning, drooling, biting greedily at his sweaty ass as he used my hairy pit and played with my cock at the same time.

The phone was still buzzing loudly on the table behind us.

Babe

His girlfriend.

But Jake didn’t care anymore. He was too far gone, grunting and groaning, using my hairy armpit, slapping my leaking cock, and feeling my teeth on his ass all at once.

“Shit… Ethan… I’m so fucking close… gonna cum…”

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Part 3 just dropped!!!
Warning: It gets really nasty this time with loads of dripping cum
Read it here - Part 3

Everyone is 18+

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I never planned on crossing that line with my straight roommate. But one stupid, sweat-soaked night in our crappy chicago apartment, Jake looked me dead in the eyes and offered me exactly what I’d been pretending I didn’t want.

My name is Ethan, by the way...

We’d been splitting rent for eight months, and I’d kept my side of the deal ironclad. I was out, loud, and proud everywhere else in my life, but around him I played it cool. Jake was the kind of guy who made you forget how to form sentences... six-two, ex-college linebacker shoulders that stretched every shirt he owned, and a lazy, lopsided grin that hit differently when he was fresh off the field. He still had a girlfriend back in Ohio, some cheerleader type he called “babe” on the phone when he thought I wasn’t listening. I told myself I was fine with it. Roommates, nothing more.

Until the AC died again.

July had been a furnace all week, the kind of heat that makes the air feel thick enough to chew. I was sprawled on the couch in nothing but gym shorts, scrolling mindlessly, when the front door slammed open. Jake stepped in, tank top plastered to his chest like a second skin, hair dark with sweat, gym bag slung over one shoulder.

“Fuck this heat, dude,” he muttered, dropping the bag with a thud. He didn’t even make it to his room. Right there in the living room he peeled the soaked tank off, muscles flexing as the fabric dragged over his abs. The scent of him... sharp deodorant, salt, and something deeper, purely male... rolled across the couch and wrapped around me like a hand on the back of my neck.

Jesus. Don’t stare. Don’t you dare stare.

I tried. I really did. My eyes stayed glued to my phone for maybe three whole seconds before they betrayed me. He collapsed beside me, legs spread wide, basketball shorts riding up thick thighs. The outline of him was right there, heavy and obvious, pressed against the thin gray fabric. When he stretched both arms behind his head, the move pulled his shorts tighter and I saw the ridge of his cock shift, thickening just a little.

He caught me.

“You’re staring,” he said, voice low, almost amused.

My face went hot. “Sorry.”

Jake didn’t laugh it off like he usually would. He just watched me for a long beat, blue eyes narrowed. Then, casual as anything, he reached down and palmed himself through the shorts, slow, deliberate. His hand stayed there, fingers loosely curled around the growing shape.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” he said.

My pulse slammed in my throat. “About what?”

“About what it would feel like if you touched it.”

The words hung there, thick as the humidity. I waited for the punchline. It didn’t come.

He’s straight. He has a girlfriend. This is some kind of joke, right?

“You’re straight Jake. Don't joke about this,” I managed.

He smirked, but there was heat in it now, not just cocky charm. “I know what I am. But my girl’s two states away, I’m horny as hell, and you’ve been looking at me like you want it for months.” His thumb brushed over the head of his cock through the fabric, making it twitch. 

“So… You want this or not?”

I should have said no. I should have laughed it off, gone to my room, jerked off in private like I had every other night listening to him shower. Instead I nodded, once, before my brain could catch up.

Jake stood. The motion was smooth, confident, like he’d already decided how this was going to go. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down. His cock sprang free... thick, seven inches, flushed dark at the tip, veins standing out along the shaft. Heavy balls hung low, swaying slightly as he stepped out of the shorts. The head glistened, already leaking a clear bead of precum.

Holy shit. It’s even better up close.

He moved closer until the tip was inches from my lips. The heat rolling off him was insane. I could smell the musk of his balls, the faint tang of sweat from the gym. My mouth watered before I could stop it.

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Interested in Part 2?

Everyone is 18+

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I never planned on crossing that line with my straight roommate. But one stupid, sweat-soaked night in our crappy chicago apartment, Jake looked me dead in the eyes and offered me exactly what I’d been pretending I didn’t want.

My name is Ethan, by the way...

We’d been splitting rent for eight months, and I’d kept my side of the deal ironclad. I was out, loud, and proud everywhere else in my life, but around him I played it cool. Jake was the kind of guy who made you forget how to form sentences... six-two, ex-college linebacker shoulders that stretched every shirt he owned, and a lazy, lopsided grin that hit differently when he was fresh off the field. He still had a girlfriend back in Ohio, some cheerleader type he called “babe” on the phone when he thought I wasn’t listening. I told myself I was fine with it. Roommates, nothing more.

Until the AC died again.

July had been a furnace all week, the kind of heat that makes the air feel thick enough to chew. I was sprawled on the couch in nothing but gym shorts, scrolling mindlessly, when the front door slammed open. Jake stepped in, tank top plastered to his chest like a second skin, hair dark with sweat, gym bag slung over one shoulder.

“Fuck this heat, dude,” he muttered, dropping the bag with a thud. He didn’t even make it to his room. Right there in the living room he peeled the soaked tank off, muscles flexing as the fabric dragged over his abs. The scent of him... sharp deodorant, salt, and something deeper, purely male... rolled across the couch and wrapped around me like a hand on the back of my neck.

Jesus. Don’t stare. Don’t you dare stare.

I tried. I really did. My eyes stayed glued to my phone for maybe three whole seconds before they betrayed me. He collapsed beside me, legs spread wide, basketball shorts riding up thick thighs. The outline of him was right there, heavy and obvious, pressed against the thin gray fabric. When he stretched both arms behind his head, the move pulled his shorts tighter and I saw the ridge of his cock shift, thickening just a little.

He caught me.

“You’re staring,” he said, voice low, almost amused.

My face went hot. “Sorry.”

Jake didn’t laugh it off like he usually would. He just watched me for a long beat, blue eyes narrowed. Then, casual as anything, he reached down and palmed himself through the shorts, slow, deliberate. His hand stayed there, fingers loosely curled around the growing shape.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” he said.

My pulse slammed in my throat. “About what?”

“About what it would feel like if you touched it.”

The words hung there, thick as the humidity. I waited for the punchline. It didn’t come.

He’s straight. He has a girlfriend. This is some kind of joke, right?

“You’re straight Jake. Don't joke about this,” I managed.

He smirked, but there was heat in it now, not just cocky charm. “I know what I am. But my girl’s two states away, I’m horny as hell, and you’ve been looking at me like you want it for months.” His thumb brushed over the head of his cock through the fabric, making it twitch. 

“So… You want this or not?”

I should have said no. I should have laughed it off, gone to my room, jerked off in private like I had every other night listening to him shower. Instead I nodded, once, before my brain could catch up.

Jake stood. The motion was smooth, confident, like he’d already decided how this was going to go. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down. His cock sprang free... thick, seven inches, flushed dark at the tip, veins standing out along the shaft. Heavy balls hung low, swaying slightly as he stepped out of the shorts. The head glistened, already leaking a clear bead of precum.

Holy shit. It’s even better up close.

He moved closer until the tip was inches from my lips. The heat rolling off him was insane. I could smell the musk of his balls, the faint tang of sweat from the gym. My mouth watered before I could stop it.

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[Part 2]

Part 2 leans a bit more kinky... feel free to check it out if that’s your thing

Everyone is 18+

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I never planned on crossing that line with my straight roommate. But one stupid, sweat-soaked night in our crappy chicago apartment, Jake looked me dead in the eyes and offered me exactly what I’d been pretending I didn’t want.

My name is Ethan, by the way...

We’d been splitting rent for eight months, and I’d kept my side of the deal ironclad. I was out, loud, and proud everywhere else in my life, but around him I played it cool. Jake was the kind of guy who made you forget how to form sentences... six-two, ex-college linebacker shoulders that stretched every shirt he owned, and a lazy, lopsided grin that hit differently when he was fresh off the field. He still had a girlfriend back in Ohio, some cheerleader type he called “babe” on the phone when he thought I wasn’t listening. I told myself I was fine with it. Roommates, nothing more.

Until the AC died again.

July had been a furnace all week, the kind of heat that makes the air feel thick enough to chew. I was sprawled on the couch in nothing but gym shorts, scrolling mindlessly, when the front door slammed open. Jake stepped in, tank top plastered to his chest like a second skin, hair dark with sweat, gym bag slung over one shoulder.

“Fuck this heat, dude,” he muttered, dropping the bag with a thud. He didn’t even make it to his room. Right there in the living room he peeled the soaked tank off, muscles flexing as the fabric dragged over his abs. The scent of him... sharp deodorant, salt, and something deeper, purely male... rolled across the couch and wrapped around me like a hand on the back of my neck.

Jesus. Don’t stare. Don’t you dare stare.

I tried. I really did. My eyes stayed glued to my phone for maybe three whole seconds before they betrayed me. He collapsed beside me, legs spread wide, basketball shorts riding up thick thighs. The outline of him was right there, heavy and obvious, pressed against the thin gray fabric. When he stretched both arms behind his head, the move pulled his shorts tighter and I saw the ridge of his cock shift, thickening just a little.

He caught me.

“You’re staring,” he said, voice low, almost amused.

My face went hot. “Sorry.”

Jake didn’t laugh it off like he usually would. He just watched me for a long beat, blue eyes narrowed. Then, casual as anything, he reached down and palmed himself through the shorts, slow, deliberate. His hand stayed there, fingers loosely curled around the growing shape.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” he said.

My pulse slammed in my throat. “About what?”

“About what it would feel like if you touched it.”

The words hung there, thick as the humidity. I waited for the punchline. It didn’t come.

He’s straight. He has a girlfriend. This is some kind of joke, right?

“You’re straight Jake. Don't joke about this,” I managed.

He smirked, but there was heat in it now, not just cocky charm. “I know what I am. But my girl’s two states away, I’m horny as hell, and you’ve been looking at me like you want it for months.” His thumb brushed over the head of his cock through the fabric, making it twitch. 

“So… You want this or not?”

I should have said no. I should have laughed it off, gone to my room, jerked off in private like I had every other night listening to him shower. Instead I nodded, once, before my brain could catch up.

Jake stood. The motion was smooth, confident, like he’d already decided how this was going to go. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down. His cock sprang free... thick, seven inches, flushed dark at the tip, veins standing out along the shaft. Heavy balls hung low, swaying slightly as he stepped out of the shorts. The head glistened, already leaking a clear bead of precum.

Holy shit. It’s even better up close.

He moved closer until the tip was inches from my lips. The heat rolling off him was insane. I could smell the musk of his balls, the faint tang of sweat from the gym. My mouth watered before I could stop it.

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Interested in Part 2?

Everyone is 18+

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I never planned on crossing that line with my straight roommate. But one stupid, sweat-soaked night in our crappy chicago apartment, Jake looked me dead in the eyes and offered me exactly what I’d been pretending I didn’t want.

My name is Ethan, by the way...

We’d been splitting rent for eight months, and I’d kept my side of the deal ironclad. I was out, loud, and proud everywhere else in my life, but around him I played it cool. Jake was the kind of guy who made you forget how to form sentences... six-two, ex-college linebacker shoulders that stretched every shirt he owned, and a lazy, lopsided grin that hit differently when he was fresh off the field. He still had a girlfriend back in Ohio, some cheerleader type he called “babe” on the phone when he thought I wasn’t listening. I told myself I was fine with it. Roommates, nothing more.

Until the AC died again.

July had been a furnace all week, the kind of heat that makes the air feel thick enough to chew. I was sprawled on the couch in nothing but gym shorts, scrolling mindlessly, when the front door slammed open. Jake stepped in, tank top plastered to his chest like a second skin, hair dark with sweat, gym bag slung over one shoulder.

“Fuck this heat, dude,” he muttered, dropping the bag with a thud. He didn’t even make it to his room. Right there in the living room he peeled the soaked tank off, muscles flexing as the fabric dragged over his abs. The scent of him... sharp deodorant, salt, and something deeper, purely male... rolled across the couch and wrapped around me like a hand on the back of my neck.

Jesus. Don’t stare. Don’t you dare stare.

I tried. I really did. My eyes stayed glued to my phone for maybe three whole seconds before they betrayed me. He collapsed beside me, legs spread wide, basketball shorts riding up thick thighs. The outline of him was right there, heavy and obvious, pressed against the thin gray fabric. When he stretched both arms behind his head, the move pulled his shorts tighter and I saw the ridge of his cock shift, thickening just a little.

He caught me.

“You’re staring,” he said, voice low, almost amused.

My face went hot. “Sorry.”

Jake didn’t laugh it off like he usually would. He just watched me for a long beat, blue eyes narrowed. Then, casual as anything, he reached down and palmed himself through the shorts, slow, deliberate. His hand stayed there, fingers loosely curled around the growing shape.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” he said.

My pulse slammed in my throat. “About what?”

“About what it would feel like if you touched it.”

The words hung there, thick as the humidity. I waited for the punchline. It didn’t come.

He’s straight. He has a girlfriend. This is some kind of joke, right?

“You’re straight Jake. Don't joke about this,” I managed.

He smirked, but there was heat in it now, not just cocky charm. “I know what I am. But my girl’s two states away, I’m horny as hell, and you’ve been looking at me like you want it for months.” His thumb brushed over the head of his cock through the fabric, making it twitch. 

“So… You want this or not?”

I should have said no. I should have laughed it off, gone to my room, jerked off in private like I had every other night listening to him shower. Instead I nodded, once, before my brain could catch up.

Jake stood. The motion was smooth, confident, like he’d already decided how this was going to go. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down. His cock sprang free... thick, seven inches, flushed dark at the tip, veins standing out along the shaft. Heavy balls hung low, swaying slightly as he stepped out of the shorts. The head glistened, already leaking a clear bead of precum.

Holy shit. It’s even better up close.

He moved closer until the tip was inches from my lips. The heat rolling off him was insane. I could smell the musk of his balls, the faint tang of sweat from the gym. My mouth watered before I could stop it.

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Interested in Part 2?

I didn’t expect this story to get this much love.... Seriously… the comments, messages, all the “update me” requests… I see all of it.

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Everyone is 18+

I’ve been secretly stalking My Hot Boss’s Huge Cock in the bathroom for weeks… Until he caught me peeking while he was jerking off [Part 1]

My Boss caught me peeking at him Jerking Off… Instead of getting mad, He told me to come in and close the door [Part 2]

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Part 3 is finally here… and yeah… things escalate fast 👀

“Get on your knees, Brandon.”

The words had barely left his mouth, and my legs were already folding. I dropped down onto the cold tile before I could even think about it. The second my knees hit the floor, a massive wave of shame slammed into me so hard my stomach twisted.

What the actual fuck am I doing? I’m on my knees in the office bathroom. 

For my boss. 

This is fucking insane. 

I’m actually doing this.

Aiden let out a low, deep chuckle that made my face burn even hotter.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, voice thick with amusement. “Isn’t this exactly what you’ve been sneaking around for weeks…. Brandon?”

He wrapped his hand around his thick cock and tapped the heavy, leaking head against my cheek. The wet smack made me suck in a sharp breath. Warm precum smeared across my skin. My eyes were glued to it...  that fat, flushed head, the slit constantly opening and spilling more clear fluid. 

It wasn’t crazy long, but the girth… 

Jesus Christ. I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous my mouth wasn’t going to be enough.

He dragged the sensitive head slowly across my stubble, rubbing it back and forth. I could see his thighs flex.

“Fuckk…” he groaned softly, clearly enjoying the rough texture against his slit.

My heart was pounding so hard I felt dizzy. 

This is really happening. My boss’s hot, thick cock is on my face right now.

He rubbed the leaking tip across my lips. I parted them instinctively, desperate for it. He pulled back just enough.

“Say please… Brandon.”

I didn’t even hesitate. My voice came out shaky and pathetic. “Please, boss…”

Aiden stopped teasing with satisfaction. He pushed the thick head past my lips and into my mouth.

My eyes widened instantly. 

Holy shit.

It was so much thicker than it looked. My jaw stretched painfully around him. I could barely get my lips around the head. I quickly wrapped my hand around the thick base and started stroking what I couldn’t fit.

Aiden’s head fell back against the stall wall with a heavy groan. “Fuuuuck… that’s it.”

His fingers slid into my hair, gripping tight but not forcing me yet. The taste of him flooded my mouth ...  salty, bitter, strong. He was definitely dehydrated, but that only made it taste more real. More him.

I can’t believe I’m sucking my boss’s cock right now. 

In the fucking bathroom. And I am not getting fired. 

Jesus… What if I get caught. …and I’m so fucking hard it hurts… Damn it

I flattened my tongue and sucked harder, flicking the tip against his leaking slit every time he pulled back.

“Arrggghhhh… sssshhhh… uggghhh”

Aiden’s breathing got rougher. He started slowly thrusting his hips, feeding me more of his thick cock. I gagged hard when he hit the back of my throat. Spit poured down my chin. My eyes watered.

He looked down at me...  teary eyes, flushed cheeks, drooling mess... and his expression changed. Like he just discovered something new about himself. A new kink.

“Shit… look at you,” he muttered, voice thick.

“You look so fucking good like this… Brandon….Fuuuuuckk”

I kept stroking him with one hand while my other hand moved down to my own throbbing cock. My balls were pulled up tight. I was leaking all over my fingers.

Aiden’s thrusts got faster, deeper. His groans turned into low, broken sounds.

“Aaahh… fuck… mmmghhh… shit.. Brandon…”

I was stroking him faster, sucking harder, spit running down my chin as I tried to take as much of him as I could. My own cock was painfully hard, throbbing angrily between my legs.

Then we both froze.

The bathroom door swung open. Multiple voices and footsteps echoed through the tiled room.

My eyes shot wide open in pure panic. I tried to jerk my head back, but Aiden’s grip in my hair tightened like iron. Without any warning, he shoved his thick cock all the way into my throat in one brutal push.

I gagged violently. My throat spasmed hard around his girth, choking me. My thighs started shaking uncontrollably, muscles twitching like I was being electrocuted. Tears instantly spilled down my cheeks.

Oh fuck...  oh my god they’re going to catch us... Brandon… you’re done.

Aiden didn’t pull back even an inch. Instead, he threw his head back against the stall wall, eyes squeezed shut in raw pleasure as my spasming throat milked him. A thick spurt of precum shot straight down my throat. He let out a shaky, muffled groan and gave one small, instinctive thrust of his hips, pushing even deeper.

My cock was so hard it hurt. I was drooling uncontrollably, nose pressed against his pubes, struggling to breathe.

Aiden quickly slipped one foot out of his shoe. His socked foot traced up my thigh, pressing firmly ...  a clear, silent command. With his cock still buried in my throat, I fumbled desperately and pulled his sock off with shaking hands. The moment it was gone, his bare foot slid between my legs.

The warm sole pressed against my inner thigh, then slowly moved higher. I trembled harder.

A loud knock hit our stall door.

“Anyone in there?”

It was Blake.

My best friend.

My heart nearly exploded. Aiden’s eyes snapped open. He looked down at me...  teary, gagging, completely ruined...  and the corner of his mouth twitched looking at my state.

“Hey man, you almost done. Bro, how long you gonna be?” Blake called again.

Fear flooded every inch of me. I was on my knees with my boss’s thick cock stuffed down my throat while my friend stood right outside the door.

Aiden didn’t pull out. If anything, he pushed his hips forward again, forcing even more of his cock into my already stuffed throat. At the same time, his bare foot moved higher and pressed firmly against my aching balls.

“Mmmggghh… uggg..gghhh…”

I moaned desperately around his cock...  a broken, muffled sound.

The guys outside laughed.

“Bet someone’s getting their dick sucked by a hot chick in there,” one of them joked.

That was all it took.

Aiden slid his big toe and second toe around my throbbing cock, gripping it tightly, and gave one long, slow stroke. The sole of his foot pressed harder against my balls, massaging them roughly.

My eyes rolled back.

I came instantly...  hard.

Thick ropes of cum spurted out of me, splashing across Aiden’s toes and the top of his foot. My whole body jerked violently. My muffled cries vibrated around his cock as I kept cumming, completely helpless.

Aiden’s cock throbbed wildly in my throat. He bit his lip hard, eyes fluttering as he fought not to groan out loud. His heel pressed down firmly on the underside of my balls, milking every last drop from me while I shook and trembled beneath him.

I could barely breathe. Tears streamed down my face. My mind was blank except for one repeating thought..

I just came on my boss’s foot… while my best friend is standing right outside.

Blake’s voice again. “Hey, have any of you seen Brandon? I can’t find him anywhere.”

Sweat poured down my back and chest. I was still on my knees like a cheap whore, thighs shaking uncontrollably, my cock pathetically spurting the last weak ropes of cum onto the tile beneath me. And worst of all, My boss, Aiden’s thick, throbbing cock was buried balls-deep down my throat… twitching violently, leaking fresh precum straight into my stomach… forcing me to swallow every drop while my nose was pressed against his pubes.

“Nah, I saw him before break, but I don’t know where he went,” someone answered.

“Probably sitting at his desk cursing out this job again.”

They all laughed.

The footsteps finally moved away. The bathroom door opened and closed.

The second it was quiet, Aiden yanked his cock out with a loud, wet pop. Strings of spit stretched from my swollen lips to his cock head. He was still rock-hard. The veins were bulging, the head dark red was pre ejaculating a lot. He hissed sharply through his teeth as he forced the thick, unsatisfied length back into his pants.

“Fuuuuckk.. ssrgghh”

The bulge was massive and obvious, the fabric stretched tight, a wet spot already forming where he was still leaking.

My jaw was killing me. My mouth felt completely used. I was still trembling from my orgasm. Gasping for air, jaw aching, face a complete mess of tears and saliva.

My boss grabbed my jaw roughly, squeezing my cheeks so my mouth stayed open. 

“We’re not done yet, Brandon.”

He leaned down and spat directly onto my tongue.

“Swallow.”

It wasn’t a request.

I swallowed before I could even think… Everything ...  his spit, the leftover precum, the taste of his cock.

He wiped his thumb across my bottom lip and looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes.

“Good”

“Now…. Fix your clothes and get back to your desk…”

He straightened his tie like nothing had happened and unlocked the stall door.

“I want you in my office in 20 minutes...”

He paused at the entrance, smirking as he looked back at me with a prominent bulge.

“And Brandon…”

His voice dropped lower.

“I want to know who you were actually cursing out all those times… the job… or the man whose thick cock you just drained your balls for while your friend was standing right outside.”

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Part 4 gets a lot worse… office door unlocked 👀

Should I continue?

Hey… didn’t expect Part 1 to blow up like that 😳Thank you for all the comments, messages, and update me's… I read every single one.

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Part 2 is here…

Everyone is 18+

I stood there like my feet had been nailed to the floor, cock still hanging out, heart slamming so hard against my ribs I thought the whole bathroom could hear it.

“You gonna stand there staring… or come in and close the door?”

The words hit me square in the chest. 

He knows. Holy fuck, he’s known the whole time.

Before I could even swallow, his voice dropped lower, calm but dangerous. 

“You’ve been doing this for a while now… haven’t you, Brandon?”

My stomach twisted. He kept stroking that thick cock right in front of me ...  painfully slow, like he wanted me to watch every second. Each upward stroke made the veins bulge, and fresh precum kept leaking, only to be dragged back down every time his hand moved

I tried to look away. I swear I did. 

But my eyes wouldn’t move.

Jesus Christ, Brandon, breathe.

A low, hoarse groan slipped out of him, raw and deep.

“Get inside, Brandon”

It wasn’t a question. 

It was a command, and my traitor cock twitched hard at the sound of it. Shame flooded my face. 

Please tell me he didn’t see that. Please Jesus….

His low, rumbling chuckle said he absolutely had.

My legs moved before my brain caught up. I stepped into the stall, closed the door behind me with a soft click. The latch felt final. 

No one can know. No one can ever fucking know about this.

Aiden stayed seated on the toilet, legs spread wide, one hand still lazily fondling his heavy balls while he watched me. His eyes drifted down to my throbbing cock. It felt like a spotlight. 

Shame hit me instantly and I cupped both hands over myself, trying to hide.

But it was useless. I already knew it.

My balls have always been uneven ...  one hangs noticeably lower than the other. In front of him, with his perfect body and that monster cock, that old insecurity came flooding back hard.

Why the hell did I walk in here? I should’ve run.

Man pride, my ass… I look like a freak next to him

My grip tightened, like I could somehow make myself disappear.

“Brandon,” he said quietly, almost amused. 

“Come closer”

I didn’t want to. No… please  

Every sane part of me screamed to stay put. But my legs carried me forward anyway, fast, until I was standing right in front of him, still cupping my dick like some pathetic kid.

Aiden swiped his thumb slowly over the swollen head of his own cock, gathering a thick, glossy bead of precum. The way it stretched and clung to his thumb made my stomach tighten. He stared straight into my eyes the entire time, calm and intense, like he was daring me to look away.

Fuck… that’s so much precum. So white and creamy.

My mouth suddenly flooded with saliva. I was nervous as hell… heart racing, palms sweaty… but I couldn’t stop the raw horniness flooding through me at the sight of that slick, pearly liquid dripping from his cock. I tried to swallow quietly, but the gulp was loud in the silent stall. 

My throat clicked.

Why the hell is this turning me on so much? I’m scared shitless but I want to taste it…

I was too nervous to fully register what he was actually planning to do with that thumb.

“You think I didn’t notice you following me?” 

His voice was low, steady. 

“All those sudden bathroom breaks… every single time I got up.”

Don’t. Stay right there… please… Don’t say anything more... This is already too much.

My face burned hotter. I could feel the nervousness written all over me.Then he reached out.

I expected him to grab my cock. I was already bracing for it, waiting for his hand to wrap around my throbbing shaft. But instead, his warm, precum-slick palm cupped my balls completely.

No my dick... My balls... MY FUCKING BALLS.. 

My whole inside is screaming.

The shock hit me like lightning. His big hand covered them both, hot and wet, pressing firmly against my uneven sack. The sudden intense sensation exploded through my lower belly, inner thighs, and deep into my pelvis all at once. 

My thigh jerked violently. 

A pathetic little mewling moan tore out of my throat before I could stop it …

“Nnghhaaahh….”

The kind that would make any girl question everything…. so needy and feminine it made my eyes fly open in pure humiliation.

Oh my fucking God… that sound came from me?

My hands dropped away. 

My head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as he slowly massaged them. 

“Mmmggghh….”

He didn’t just touch. He groped them like he could feel exactly how insecure I was about their shape… like he was telling me without words that it was hot. 

That it was normal. 

That he liked it anyway.I heard him stand up. 

The heat of his body moved closer, but I kept my eyes closed, too overwhelmed. 

My balls tightened under his slow, firm strokes. The precum he’d smeared on them started drying cool against my skin, even while he kept massaging.

“You’ve been watching me for weeks…” 

His voice dropped even lower. 

“So tell me, Brandon…”

He stepped in until I could feel the burning heat of his massive cock hovering just inches from my stomach.

My breath caught.“Was it worth it?”

I opened my eyes fast.

Fuck… fuck… Damn his hands.. 

Now, his thumb was pressing and circling the head of my cock, smearing my own precum everywhere. I looked down and saw myself leaking badly ...  a thick, milky bead already dripping down toward my navel while my cock throbbed straight up against my belly.

Aiden chuckled softly, still slowly massaging my balls with one hand and teasing my sensitive tip with the other.

I was shaking. 

Completely exposed. 

Completely his.

“I-I…I-am s…s.. sorry b-boss…” I whispered, voice cracking. 

“Please don’t fire me.”

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“Who said anything about firing you Brandon?”

His fingers tightened around my balls just enough to make me gasp.

“You’ve been sneaking looks at my cock for weeks,” he murmured, voice low and dark. “Now it’s my turn to watch you.”

He gave my balls one last slow squeeze, then let go.

“Get on your knees, Brandon.”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

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I’ve been secretly stalking My Hot Boss’s Huge Cock in the bathroom for weeks… Until he caught me peeking while he was jerking off [Part 1]

My Boss caught me peeking at him Jerking Off… Instead of getting mad, He told me to come in and close the door [Part 2]

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Part 3 is finally here… and yeah… things escalate fast 👀

“Get on your knees, Brandon.”

The words had barely left his mouth, and my legs were already folding. I dropped down onto the cold tile before I could even think about it. The second my knees hit the floor, a massive wave of shame slammed into me so hard my stomach twisted.

What the actual fuck am I doing? I’m on my knees in the office bathroom. 

For my boss. 

This is fucking insane. 

I’m actually doing this.

Aiden let out a low, deep chuckle that made my face burn even hotter.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, voice thick with amusement. “Isn’t this exactly what you’ve been sneaking around for weeks…. Brandon?”

He wrapped his hand around his thick cock and tapped the heavy, leaking head against my cheek. The wet smack made me suck in a sharp breath. Warm precum smeared across my skin. My eyes were glued to it...  that fat, flushed head, the slit constantly opening and spilling more clear fluid. 

It wasn’t crazy long, but the girth… 

Jesus Christ. I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous my mouth wasn’t going to be enough.

He dragged the sensitive head slowly across my stubble, rubbing it back and forth. I could see his thighs flex.

“Fuckk…” he groaned softly, clearly enjoying the rough texture against his slit.

My heart was pounding so hard I felt dizzy. 

This is really happening. My boss’s hot, thick cock is on my face right now.

He rubbed the leaking tip across my lips. I parted them instinctively, desperate for it. He pulled back just enough.

“Say please… Brandon.”

I didn’t even hesitate. My voice came out shaky and pathetic. “Please, boss…”

Aiden stopped teasing with satisfaction. He pushed the thick head past my lips and into my mouth.

My eyes widened instantly. 

Holy shit.

It was so much thicker than it looked. My jaw stretched painfully around him. I could barely get my lips around the head. I quickly wrapped my hand around the thick base and started stroking what I couldn’t fit.

Aiden’s head fell back against the stall wall with a heavy groan. “Fuuuuck… that’s it.”

His fingers slid into my hair, gripping tight but not forcing me yet. The taste of him flooded my mouth ...  salty, bitter, strong. He was definitely dehydrated, but that only made it taste more real. More him.

I can’t believe I’m sucking my boss’s cock right now. 

In the fucking bathroom. And I am not getting fired. 

Jesus… What if I get caught. …and I’m so fucking hard it hurts… Damn it

I flattened my tongue and sucked harder, flicking the tip against his leaking slit every time he pulled back.

“Arrggghhhh… sssshhhh… uggghhh”

Aiden’s breathing got rougher. He started slowly thrusting his hips, feeding me more of his thick cock. I gagged hard when he hit the back of my throat. Spit poured down my chin. My eyes watered.

He looked down at me...  teary eyes, flushed cheeks, drooling mess... and his expression changed. Like he just discovered something new about himself. A new kink.

“Shit… look at you,” he muttered, voice thick.

“You look so fucking good like this… Brandon….Fuuuuuckk”

I kept stroking him with one hand while my other hand moved down to my own throbbing cock. My balls were pulled up tight. I was leaking all over my fingers.

Aiden’s thrusts got faster, deeper. His groans turned into low, broken sounds.

“Aaahh… fuck… mmmghhh… shit.. Brandon…”

I was stroking him faster, sucking harder, spit running down my chin as I tried to take as much of him as I could. My own cock was painfully hard, throbbing angrily between my legs.

Then we both froze.

The bathroom door swung open. Multiple voices and footsteps echoed through the tiled room.

My eyes shot wide open in pure panic. I tried to jerk my head back, but Aiden’s grip in my hair tightened like iron. Without any warning, he shoved his thick cock all the way into my throat in one brutal push.

I gagged violently. My throat spasmed hard around his girth, choking me. My thighs started shaking uncontrollably, muscles twitching like I was being electrocuted. Tears instantly spilled down my cheeks.

Oh fuck...  oh my god they’re going to catch us... Brandon… you’re done.

Aiden didn’t pull back even an inch. Instead, he threw his head back against the stall wall, eyes squeezed shut in raw pleasure as my spasming throat milked him. A thick spurt of precum shot straight down my throat. He let out a shaky, muffled groan and gave one small, instinctive thrust of his hips, pushing even deeper.

My cock was so hard it hurt. I was drooling uncontrollably, nose pressed against his pubes, struggling to breathe.

Aiden quickly slipped one foot out of his shoe. His socked foot traced up my thigh, pressing firmly ...  a clear, silent command. With his cock still buried in my throat, I fumbled desperately and pulled his sock off with shaking hands. The moment it was gone, his bare foot slid between my legs.

The warm sole pressed against my inner thigh, then slowly moved higher. I trembled harder.

A loud knock hit our stall door.

“Anyone in there?”

It was Blake.

My best friend.

My heart nearly exploded. Aiden’s eyes snapped open. He looked down at me...  teary, gagging, completely ruined...  and the corner of his mouth twitched looking at my state.

“Hey man, you almost done. Bro, how long you gonna be?” Blake called again.

Fear flooded every inch of me. I was on my knees with my boss’s thick cock stuffed down my throat while my friend stood right outside the door.

Aiden didn’t pull out. If anything, he pushed his hips forward again, forcing even more of his cock into my already stuffed throat. At the same time, his bare foot moved higher and pressed firmly against my aching balls.

“Mmmggghh… uggg..gghhh…”

I moaned desperately around his cock...  a broken, muffled sound.

The guys outside laughed.

“Bet someone’s getting their dick sucked by a hot chick in there,” one of them joked.

That was all it took.

Aiden slid his big toe and second toe around my throbbing cock, gripping it tightly, and gave one long, slow stroke. The sole of his foot pressed harder against my balls, massaging them roughly.

My eyes rolled back.

I came instantly...  hard.

Thick ropes of cum spurted out of me, splashing across Aiden’s toes and the top of his foot. My whole body jerked violently. My muffled cries vibrated around his cock as I kept cumming, completely helpless.

Aiden’s cock throbbed wildly in my throat. He bit his lip hard, eyes fluttering as he fought not to groan out loud. His heel pressed down firmly on the underside of my balls, milking every last drop from me while I shook and trembled beneath him.

I could barely breathe. Tears streamed down my face. My mind was blank except for one repeating thought..

I just came on my boss’s foot… while my best friend is standing right outside.

Blake’s voice again. “Hey, have any of you seen Brandon? I can’t find him anywhere.”

Sweat poured down my back and chest. I was still on my knees like a cheap whore, thighs shaking uncontrollably, my cock pathetically spurting the last weak ropes of cum onto the tile beneath me. And worst of all, My boss, Aiden’s thick, throbbing cock was buried balls-deep down my throat… twitching violently, leaking fresh precum straight into my stomach… forcing me to swallow every drop while my nose was pressed against his pubes.

“Nah, I saw him before break, but I don’t know where he went,” someone answered.

“Probably sitting at his desk cursing out this job again.”

They all laughed.

The footsteps finally moved away. The bathroom door opened and closed.

The second it was quiet, Aiden yanked his cock out with a loud, wet pop. Strings of spit stretched from my swollen lips to his cock head. He was still rock-hard. The veins were bulging, the head dark red was pre ejaculating a lot. He hissed sharply through his teeth as he forced the thick, unsatisfied length back into his pants.

“Fuuuuckk.. ssrgghh”

The bulge was massive and obvious, the fabric stretched tight, a wet spot already forming where he was still leaking.

My jaw was killing me. My mouth felt completely used. I was still trembling from my orgasm. Gasping for air, jaw aching, face a complete mess of tears and saliva.

My boss grabbed my jaw roughly, squeezing my cheeks so my mouth stayed open. 

“We’re not done yet, Brandon.”

He leaned down and spat directly onto my tongue.

“Swallow.”

It wasn’t a request.

I swallowed before I could even think… Everything ...  his spit, the leftover precum, the taste of his cock.

He wiped his thumb across my bottom lip and looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes.

“Good”

“Now…. Fix your clothes and get back to your desk…”

He straightened his tie like nothing had happened and unlocked the stall door.

“I want you in my office in 20 minutes...”

He paused at the entrance, smirking as he looked back at me with a prominent bulge.

“And Brandon…”

His voice dropped lower.

“I want to know who you were actually cursing out all those times… the job… or the man whose thick cock you just drained your balls for while your friend was standing right outside.”

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Part 4 gets a lot worse… office door unlocked 👀

Should I continue?

I didn’t expect this story to get this much love.... Seriously… the comments, messages, all the “update me” requests… I see all of it.

Everyone is 18+

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I’ve been secretly stalking My Hot Boss’s Huge Cock in the bathroom for weeks… Until he caught me peeking while he was jerking off [Part 1]

My Boss caught me peeking at him Jerking Off… Instead of getting mad, He told me to come in and close the door [Part 2]

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Part 3 is finally here… and yeah… things escalate fast 👀

“Get on your knees, Brandon.”

The words had barely left his mouth, and my legs were already folding. I dropped down onto the cold tile before I could even think about it. The second my knees hit the floor, a massive wave of shame slammed into me so hard my stomach twisted.

What the actual fuck am I doing? I’m on my knees in the office bathroom. 

For my boss. 

This is fucking insane. 

I’m actually doing this.

Aiden let out a low, deep chuckle that made my face burn even hotter.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, voice thick with amusement. “Isn’t this exactly what you’ve been sneaking around for weeks…. Brandon?”

He wrapped his hand around his thick cock and tapped the heavy, leaking head against my cheek. The wet smack made me suck in a sharp breath. Warm precum smeared across my skin. My eyes were glued to it...  that fat, flushed head, the slit constantly opening and spilling more clear fluid. 

It wasn’t crazy long, but the girth… 

Jesus Christ. I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous my mouth wasn’t going to be enough.

He dragged the sensitive head slowly across my stubble, rubbing it back and forth. I could see his thighs flex.

“Fuckk…” he groaned softly, clearly enjoying the rough texture against his slit.

My heart was pounding so hard I felt dizzy. 

This is really happening. My boss’s hot, thick cock is on my face right now.

He rubbed the leaking tip across my lips. I parted them instinctively, desperate for it. He pulled back just enough.

“Say please… Brandon.”

I didn’t even hesitate. My voice came out shaky and pathetic. “Please, boss…”

Aiden stopped teasing with satisfaction. He pushed the thick head past my lips and into my mouth.

My eyes widened instantly. 

Holy shit.

It was so much thicker than it looked. My jaw stretched painfully around him. I could barely get my lips around the head. I quickly wrapped my hand around the thick base and started stroking what I couldn’t fit.

Aiden’s head fell back against the stall wall with a heavy groan. “Fuuuuck… that’s it.”

His fingers slid into my hair, gripping tight but not forcing me yet. The taste of him flooded my mouth ...  salty, bitter, strong. He was definitely dehydrated, but that only made it taste more real. More him.

I can’t believe I’m sucking my boss’s cock right now. 

In the fucking bathroom. And I am not getting fired. 

Jesus… What if I get caught. …and I’m so fucking hard it hurts… Damn it

I flattened my tongue and sucked harder, flicking the tip against his leaking slit every time he pulled back.

“Arrggghhhh… sssshhhh… uggghhh”

Aiden’s breathing got rougher. He started slowly thrusting his hips, feeding me more of his thick cock. I gagged hard when he hit the back of my throat. Spit poured down my chin. My eyes watered.

He looked down at me...  teary eyes, flushed cheeks, drooling mess... and his expression changed. Like he just discovered something new about himself. A new kink.

“Shit… look at you,” he muttered, voice thick.

“You look so fucking good like this… Brandon….Fuuuuuckk”

I kept stroking him with one hand while my other hand moved down to my own throbbing cock. My balls were pulled up tight. I was leaking all over my fingers.

Aiden’s thrusts got faster, deeper. His groans turned into low, broken sounds.

“Aaahh… fuck… mmmghhh… shit.. Brandon…”

I was stroking him faster, sucking harder, spit running down my chin as I tried to take as much of him as I could. My own cock was painfully hard, throbbing angrily between my legs.

Then we both froze.

The bathroom door swung open. Multiple voices and footsteps echoed through the tiled room.

My eyes shot wide open in pure panic. I tried to jerk my head back, but Aiden’s grip in my hair tightened like iron. Without any warning, he shoved his thick cock all the way into my throat in one brutal push.

I gagged violently. My throat spasmed hard around his girth, choking me. My thighs started shaking uncontrollably, muscles twitching like I was being electrocuted. Tears instantly spilled down my cheeks.

Oh fuck...  oh my god they’re going to catch us... Brandon… you’re done.

Aiden didn’t pull back even an inch. Instead, he threw his head back against the stall wall, eyes squeezed shut in raw pleasure as my spasming throat milked him. A thick spurt of precum shot straight down my throat. He let out a shaky, muffled groan and gave one small, instinctive thrust of his hips, pushing even deeper.

My cock was so hard it hurt. I was drooling uncontrollably, nose pressed against his pubes, struggling to breathe.

Aiden quickly slipped one foot out of his shoe. His socked foot traced up my thigh, pressing firmly ...  a clear, silent command. With his cock still buried in my throat, I fumbled desperately and pulled his sock off with shaking hands. The moment it was gone, his bare foot slid between my legs.

The warm sole pressed against my inner thigh, then slowly moved higher. I trembled harder.

A loud knock hit our stall door.

“Anyone in there?”

It was Blake.

My best friend.

My heart nearly exploded. Aiden’s eyes snapped open. He looked down at me...  teary, gagging, completely ruined...  and the corner of his mouth twitched looking at my state.

“Hey man, you almost done. Bro, how long you gonna be?” Blake called again.

Fear flooded every inch of me. I was on my knees with my boss’s thick cock stuffed down my throat while my friend stood right outside the door.

Aiden didn’t pull out. If anything, he pushed his hips forward again, forcing even more of his cock into my already stuffed throat. At the same time, his bare foot moved higher and pressed firmly against my aching balls.

“Mmmggghh… uggg..gghhh…”

I moaned desperately around his cock...  a broken, muffled sound.

The guys outside laughed.

“Bet someone’s getting their dick sucked by a hot chick in there,” one of them joked.

That was all it took.

Aiden slid his big toe and second toe around my throbbing cock, gripping it tightly, and gave one long, slow stroke. The sole of his foot pressed harder against my balls, massaging them roughly.

My eyes rolled back.

I came instantly...  hard.

Thick ropes of cum spurted out of me, splashing across Aiden’s toes and the top of his foot. My whole body jerked violently. My muffled cries vibrated around his cock as I kept cumming, completely helpless.

Aiden’s cock throbbed wildly in my throat. He bit his lip hard, eyes fluttering as he fought not to groan out loud. His heel pressed down firmly on the underside of my balls, milking every last drop from me while I shook and trembled beneath him.

I could barely breathe. Tears streamed down my face. My mind was blank except for one repeating thought..

I just came on my boss’s foot… while my best friend is standing right outside.

Blake’s voice again. “Hey, have any of you seen Brandon? I can’t find him anywhere.”

Sweat poured down my back and chest. I was still on my knees like a cheap whore, thighs shaking uncontrollably, my cock pathetically spurting the last weak ropes of cum onto the tile beneath me. And worst of all, My boss, Aiden’s thick, throbbing cock was buried balls-deep down my throat… twitching violently, leaking fresh precum straight into my stomach… forcing me to swallow every drop while my nose was pressed against his pubes.

“Nah, I saw him before break, but I don’t know where he went,” someone answered.

“Probably sitting at his desk cursing out this job again.”

They all laughed.

The footsteps finally moved away. The bathroom door opened and closed.

The second it was quiet, Aiden yanked his cock out with a loud, wet pop. Strings of spit stretched from my swollen lips to his cock head. He was still rock-hard. The veins were bulging, the head dark red was pre ejaculating a lot. He hissed sharply through his teeth as he forced the thick, unsatisfied length back into his pants.

“Fuuuuckk.. ssrgghh”

The bulge was massive and obvious, the fabric stretched tight, a wet spot already forming where he was still leaking.

My jaw was killing me. My mouth felt completely used. I was still trembling from my orgasm. Gasping for air, jaw aching, face a complete mess of tears and saliva.

My boss grabbed my jaw roughly, squeezing my cheeks so my mouth stayed open. 

“We’re not done yet, Brandon.”

He leaned down and spat directly onto my tongue.

“Swallow.”

It wasn’t a request.

I swallowed before I could even think… Everything ...  his spit, the leftover precum, the taste of his cock.

He wiped his thumb across my bottom lip and looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes.

“Good”

“Now…. Fix your clothes and get back to your desk…”

He straightened his tie like nothing had happened and unlocked the stall door.

“I want you in my office in 20 minutes...”

He paused at the entrance, smirking as he looked back at me with a prominent bulge.

“And Brandon…”

His voice dropped lower.

“I want to know who you were actually cursing out all those times… the job… or the man whose thick cock you just drained your balls for while your friend was standing right outside.”

-------

Part 4 gets a lot worse… office door unlocked 👀

Should I continue?

I didn’t expect this story to get this much love.... Seriously… the comments, messages, all the “update me” requests… I see all of it.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I’ve been secretly stalking My Hot Boss’s Huge Cock in the bathroom for weeks… Until he caught me peeking while he was jerking off [Part 1]

My Boss caught me peeking at him Jerking Off… Instead of getting mad, He told me to come in and close the door [Part 2]

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Part 3 is finally here… and yeah… things escalate fast 👀

“Get on your knees, Brandon.”

The words had barely left his mouth, and my legs were already folding. I dropped down onto the cold tile before I could even think about it. The second my knees hit the floor, a massive wave of shame slammed into me so hard my stomach twisted.

What the actual fuck am I doing? I’m on my knees in the office bathroom. 

For my boss. 

This is fucking insane. 

I’m actually doing this.

Aiden let out a low, deep chuckle that made my face burn even hotter.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, voice thick with amusement. “Isn’t this exactly what you’ve been sneaking around for weeks…. Brandon?”

He wrapped his hand around his thick cock and tapped the heavy, leaking head against my cheek. The wet smack made me suck in a sharp breath. Warm precum smeared across my skin. My eyes were glued to it...  that fat, flushed head, the slit constantly opening and spilling more clear fluid. 

It wasn’t crazy long, but the girth… 

Jesus Christ. I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous my mouth wasn’t going to be enough.

He dragged the sensitive head slowly across my stubble, rubbing it back and forth. I could see his thighs flex.

“Fuckk…” he groaned softly, clearly enjoying the rough texture against his slit.

My heart was pounding so hard I felt dizzy. 

This is really happening. My boss’s hot, thick cock is on my face right now.

He rubbed the leaking tip across my lips. I parted them instinctively, desperate for it. He pulled back just enough.

“Say please… Brandon.”

I didn’t even hesitate. My voice came out shaky and pathetic. “Please, boss…”

Aiden stopped teasing with satisfaction. He pushed the thick head past my lips and into my mouth.

My eyes widened instantly. 

Holy shit.

It was so much thicker than it looked. My jaw stretched painfully around him. I could barely get my lips around the head. I quickly wrapped my hand around the thick base and started stroking what I couldn’t fit.

Aiden’s head fell back against the stall wall with a heavy groan. “Fuuuuck… that’s it.”

His fingers slid into my hair, gripping tight but not forcing me yet. The taste of him flooded my mouth ...  salty, bitter, strong. He was definitely dehydrated, but that only made it taste more real. More him.

I can’t believe I’m sucking my boss’s cock right now. 

In the fucking bathroom. And I am not getting fired. 

Jesus… What if I get caught. …and I’m so fucking hard it hurts… Damn it

I flattened my tongue and sucked harder, flicking the tip against his leaking slit every time he pulled back.

“Arrggghhhh… sssshhhh… uggghhh”

Aiden’s breathing got rougher. He started slowly thrusting his hips, feeding me more of his thick cock. I gagged hard when he hit the back of my throat. Spit poured down my chin. My eyes watered.

He looked down at me...  teary eyes, flushed cheeks, drooling mess... and his expression changed. Like he just discovered something new about himself. A new kink.

“Shit… look at you,” he muttered, voice thick.

“You look so fucking good like this… Brandon….Fuuuuuckk”

I kept stroking him with one hand while my other hand moved down to my own throbbing cock. My balls were pulled up tight. I was leaking all over my fingers.

Aiden’s thrusts got faster, deeper. His groans turned into low, broken sounds.

“Aaahh… fuck… mmmghhh… shit.. Brandon…”

I was stroking him faster, sucking harder, spit running down my chin as I tried to take as much of him as I could. My own cock was painfully hard, throbbing angrily between my legs.

Then we both froze.

The bathroom door swung open. Multiple voices and footsteps echoed through the tiled room.

My eyes shot wide open in pure panic. I tried to jerk my head back, but Aiden’s grip in my hair tightened like iron. Without any warning, he shoved his thick cock all the way into my throat in one brutal push.

I gagged violently. My throat spasmed hard around his girth, choking me. My thighs started shaking uncontrollably, muscles twitching like I was being electrocuted. Tears instantly spilled down my cheeks.

Oh fuck...  oh my god they’re going to catch us... Brandon… you’re done.

Aiden didn’t pull back even an inch. Instead, he threw his head back against the stall wall, eyes squeezed shut in raw pleasure as my spasming throat milked him. A thick spurt of precum shot straight down my throat. He let out a shaky, muffled groan and gave one small, instinctive thrust of his hips, pushing even deeper.

My cock was so hard it hurt. I was drooling uncontrollably, nose pressed against his pubes, struggling to breathe.

Aiden quickly slipped one foot out of his shoe. His socked foot traced up my thigh, pressing firmly ...  a clear, silent command. With his cock still buried in my throat, I fumbled desperately and pulled his sock off with shaking hands. The moment it was gone, his bare foot slid between my legs.

The warm sole pressed against my inner thigh, then slowly moved higher. I trembled harder.

A loud knock hit our stall door.

“Anyone in there?”

It was Blake.

My best friend.

My heart nearly exploded. Aiden’s eyes snapped open. He looked down at me...  teary, gagging, completely ruined...  and the corner of his mouth twitched looking at my state.

“Hey man, you almost done. Bro, how long you gonna be?” Blake called again.

Fear flooded every inch of me. I was on my knees with my boss’s thick cock stuffed down my throat while my friend stood right outside the door.

Aiden didn’t pull out. If anything, he pushed his hips forward again, forcing even more of his cock into my already stuffed throat. At the same time, his bare foot moved higher and pressed firmly against my aching balls.

“Mmmggghh… uggg..gghhh…”

I moaned desperately around his cock...  a broken, muffled sound.

The guys outside laughed.

“Bet someone’s getting their dick sucked by a hot chick in there,” one of them joked.

That was all it took.

Aiden slid his big toe and second toe around my throbbing cock, gripping it tightly, and gave one long, slow stroke. The sole of his foot pressed harder against my balls, massaging them roughly.

My eyes rolled back.

I came instantly...  hard.

Thick ropes of cum spurted out of me, splashing across Aiden’s toes and the top of his foot. My whole body jerked violently. My muffled cries vibrated around his cock as I kept cumming, completely helpless.

Aiden’s cock throbbed wildly in my throat. He bit his lip hard, eyes fluttering as he fought not to groan out loud. His heel pressed down firmly on the underside of my balls, milking every last drop from me while I shook and trembled beneath him.

I could barely breathe. Tears streamed down my face. My mind was blank except for one repeating thought..

I just came on my boss’s foot… while my best friend is standing right outside.

Blake’s voice again. “Hey, have any of you seen Brandon? I can’t find him anywhere.”

Sweat poured down my back and chest. I was still on my knees like a cheap whore, thighs shaking uncontrollably, my cock pathetically spurting the last weak ropes of cum onto the tile beneath me. And worst of all, My boss, Aiden’s thick, throbbing cock was buried balls-deep down my throat… twitching violently, leaking fresh precum straight into my stomach… forcing me to swallow every drop while my nose was pressed against his pubes.

“Nah, I saw him before break, but I don’t know where he went,” someone answered.

“Probably sitting at his desk cursing out this job again.”

They all laughed.

The footsteps finally moved away. The bathroom door opened and closed.

The second it was quiet, Aiden yanked his cock out with a loud, wet pop. Strings of spit stretched from my swollen lips to his cock head. He was still rock-hard. The veins were bulging, the head dark red was pre ejaculating a lot. He hissed sharply through his teeth as he forced the thick, unsatisfied length back into his pants.

“Fuuuuckk.. ssrgghh”

The bulge was massive and obvious, the fabric stretched tight, a wet spot already forming where he was still leaking.

My jaw was killing me. My mouth felt completely used. I was still trembling from my orgasm. Gasping for air, jaw aching, face a complete mess of tears and saliva.

My boss grabbed my jaw roughly, squeezing my cheeks so my mouth stayed open. 

“We’re not done yet, Brandon.”

He leaned down and spat directly onto my tongue.

“Swallow.”

It wasn’t a request.

I swallowed before I could even think… Everything ...  his spit, the leftover precum, the taste of his cock.

He wiped his thumb across my bottom lip and looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes.

“Good”

“Now…. Fix your clothes and get back to your desk…”

He straightened his tie like nothing had happened and unlocked the stall door.

“I want you in my office in 20 minutes...”

He paused at the entrance, smirking as he looked back at me with a prominent bulge.

“And Brandon…”

His voice dropped lower.

“I want to know who you were actually cursing out all those times… the job… or the man whose thick cock you just drained your balls for while your friend was standing right outside.”

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Everyone here is 18+

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Another Monday morning...

Just fucking hell

I dragged myself into the office at 8.47, already exhausted even though the day had barely started.

The lights in this goddamn office were already drilling into my skull like they had a personal grudge. My desk felt like a prison cell. I dropped into my chair with a heavy sigh, loosened my tie a little, and stared at the same goddamn spreadsheet I’d left on Friday.

Why the hell do I even show up? This job is a slow death... meetings that could’ve been emails, coffee that tastes like regret, and a paycheck that barely covers rent on my shitty studio. 

But then my eyes flicked toward the corner office, and there he was through the glass wall, Aiden. 

Six-foot-three of tailored suits and quiet authority, barking orders into his phone like he owned the world. 

Which, technically, he did... our world, anyway.

I’d been hooked since that one afternoon three weeks ago. I’d ducked into the men’s room after lunch, mind on autopilot, when I caught him at the urinal. He hadn’t noticed me slip in. But I noticed everything. The way his broad shoulders filled out that crisp white shirt. The low grunt as he adjusted himself. 

And fuck… that cock. 

Thick, veiny, heavy even when soft, swinging there like it had its own gravity. 

I’d frozen, piss forgotten, heart slamming against my ribs. 

Jesus Christ, Brandon, get it together. Normal guys don’t stare at their boss’s dick. 

But normal guys hadn’t seen that. 

From then on, I timed my bathroom breaks like a goddamn stalker. Every time he stood up from his desk, I’d find an excuse... grab a file, pretend to check the printer... just to trail him. 

Never worked. 

He’d always be done and gone before I could get there. Just my luck in this fucked-up carousel of a life… dead-end job, no boyfriend since college, and a secret obsession that made me hate myself a little more each day.

Today was worse. 

I’d watched him stride down the hall toward the restrooms at 10.15 sharp, coffee in hand, and my pulse kicked up like it always did. I waited exactly ninety seconds... too eager and he’d notice... then followed, trying to look casual. 

Pushed open the heavy door. 

Empty urinals. 

No sign of him at the sinks. 

Damn it…. Fuck…. Again. 

The frustration hit like a slap. 

You’re pathetic Brandon, you know that? Thirty-two years old and jerking off to fantasies of a man who signs your paycheck. Get a life… Fuck 

I stepped up to the urinal anyway, unzipped, and let go with a sigh. The stream hit the porcelain, steady at first, then trickling. I shook off the last drops, feeling that familiar awkward drip that always happens when you’re half-hard from your own stupid thoughts. 

Grabbed some wet tissues from the dispenser... cheap ones that left lint everywhere... and started dabbing at the head of my cock. 

Normal size, nothing special. 

Just… me.

That’s when I heard it.

Arrggghhhh

A low groan from the far cubicle. 

Deep, throaty. Not a painful one… and also not the kind you make when you’re constipated. 

Mmmrrrggghhh… Ughhh

I froze, tissues still in my hand. 

Probably just someone clearing their throat. Mind your business Brandon.

Arrgghhhh…..aaahhhh

Another groan, longer this time…. Rougher. My cock twitched against the damp tissue. 

Ignore it. Walk away Brandon… Just focus on your shit

I balled up the tissues and turned toward the trash, but then it came... 

Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh….mmmmggghhhhh 

A loud, unrestrained moan that echoed off the tiles. Raw. Needy. It shot straight to my groin like lightning. My dick jumped, thickening instantly, and the tissues slipped from my fingers, fluttering to the floor. 

Holy shit. 

My heart hammered so loud I was sure it echoed too. I stood there for a second, cock still out, half-hard and dangling, a bead of piss or precum... I couldn’t tell... clinging to the tip.

Don’t do it…. Please Brandon… No…. This is how you get fired. Or arrested.
But my feet moved anyway. Slow, praying steps across the cold floor, shoes barely making a sound. I kept my cock out... I didn't even think to tuck it back... dangling there heavy between my legs as I approached the last cubicle. The one with the door slightly ajar, that telltale gap between the frame and the panel, wide enough for a desperate eye.

I leaned in, breath shallow, one hand braced on the wall like I might fall over.

And there it was.

Aiden.

My boss. 

Pants around his ankles, muscular thighs spread wide on the toilet seat. 

One big hand wrapped around that monster cock I’d only glimpsed before... now rock-hard, flushed dark, veins bulging like ropes under the skin. The head was slick, shiny with a thick bead of precum that stretched and dripped as he stroked. 

Up and down, slow and deliberate, thumb swiping over the slit on every pass. His other hand gripped the toilet paper holder for leverage, knuckles white. Head tilted back against the wall, eyes closed, lips parted on another quiet groan that made my own cock throb painfully against my thigh.

It’s him. Fuck, it’s really him. Jerking off in the office bathroom like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

My mouth went dry. I couldn’t look away. 

That cock was even bigger than I remembered... long, thick enough that his fingers didn’t quite meet, the veins pulsing with every stroke. Precum kept leaking, stringing down onto the floor in a glossy thread. I could smell it, faint and musky under the restroom’s chemical tang. My own dick was fully hard now, pointing straight out, begging for attention I didn’t dare give.

Aiden’s breath hitched. His hand sped up just a fraction. “Fuck…Ughhh…” he muttered under his breath, so low I almost missed it.

I shifted my weight, and the floor creaked... just the tiniest sound.

His eyes snapped open.

They locked right on the gap. 

On me.

For one frozen second, everything stopped. 

His hand stilled mid-stroke, that massive cock twitching in his grip, still leaking. His gaze dropped... down to my exposed dick, hard and shameless… throbbing… then back up to my face.

A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Well, Brandon,” he said, voice low and rough, still thick with arousal. 

“You gonna stand there staring… or come in and close the door?”

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I stood there like my feet had been nailed to the floor, cock still hanging out, heart slamming so hard against my ribs I thought the whole bathroom could hear it.

“You gonna stand there staring… or come in and close the door?”

The words hit me square in the chest. 

He knows. Holy fuck, he’s known the whole time.

Before I could even swallow, his voice dropped lower, calm but dangerous. 

“You’ve been doing this for a while now… haven’t you, Brandon?”

My stomach twisted. He kept stroking that thick cock right in front of me ...  painfully slow, like he wanted me to watch every second. Each upward stroke made the veins bulge, and fresh precum kept leaking, only to be dragged back down every time his hand moved

I tried to look away. I swear I did. 

But my eyes wouldn’t move.

Jesus Christ, Brandon, breathe.

A low, hoarse groan slipped out of him, raw and deep.

“Get inside, Brandon”

It wasn’t a question. 

It was a command, and my traitor cock twitched hard at the sound of it. Shame flooded my face. 

Please tell me he didn’t see that. Please Jesus….

His low, rumbling chuckle said he absolutely had.

My legs moved before my brain caught up. I stepped into the stall, closed the door behind me with a soft click. The latch felt final. 

No one can know. No one can ever fucking know about this.

Aiden stayed seated on the toilet, legs spread wide, one hand still lazily fondling his heavy balls while he watched me. His eyes drifted down to my throbbing cock. It felt like a spotlight. 

Shame hit me instantly and I cupped both hands over myself, trying to hide.

But it was useless. I already knew it.

My balls have always been uneven ...  one hangs noticeably lower than the other. In front of him, with his perfect body and that monster cock, that old insecurity came flooding back hard.

Why the hell did I walk in here? I should’ve run.

Man pride, my ass… I look like a freak next to him

My grip tightened, like I could somehow make myself disappear.

“Brandon,” he said quietly, almost amused. 

“Come closer”

I didn’t want to. No… please  

Every sane part of me screamed to stay put. But my legs carried me forward anyway, fast, until I was standing right in front of him, still cupping my dick like some pathetic kid.

Aiden swiped his thumb slowly over the swollen head of his own cock, gathering a thick, glossy bead of precum. The way it stretched and clung to his thumb made my stomach tighten. He stared straight into my eyes the entire time, calm and intense, like he was daring me to look away.

Fuck… that’s so much precum. So white and creamy.

My mouth suddenly flooded with saliva. I was nervous as hell… heart racing, palms sweaty… but I couldn’t stop the raw horniness flooding through me at the sight of that slick, pearly liquid dripping from his cock. I tried to swallow quietly, but the gulp was loud in the silent stall. 

My throat clicked.

Why the hell is this turning me on so much? I’m scared shitless but I want to taste it…

I was too nervous to fully register what he was actually planning to do with that thumb.

“You think I didn’t notice you following me?” 

His voice was low, steady. 

“All those sudden bathroom breaks… every single time I got up.”

Don’t. Stay right there… please… Don’t say anything more... This is already too much.

My face burned hotter. I could feel the nervousness written all over me.Then he reached out.

I expected him to grab my cock. I was already bracing for it, waiting for his hand to wrap around my throbbing shaft. But instead, his warm, precum-slick palm cupped my balls completely.

No my dick... My balls... MY FUCKING BALLS.. 

My whole inside is screaming.

The shock hit me like lightning. His big hand covered them both, hot and wet, pressing firmly against my uneven sack. The sudden intense sensation exploded through my lower belly, inner thighs, and deep into my pelvis all at once. 

My thigh jerked violently. 

A pathetic little mewling moan tore out of my throat before I could stop it …

“Nnghhaaahh….”

The kind that would make any girl question everything…. so needy and feminine it made my eyes fly open in pure humiliation.

Oh my fucking God… that sound came from me?

My hands dropped away. 

My head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as he slowly massaged them. 

“Mmmggghh….”

He didn’t just touch. He groped them like he could feel exactly how insecure I was about their shape… like he was telling me without words that it was hot. 

That it was normal. 

That he liked it anyway.I heard him stand up. 

The heat of his body moved closer, but I kept my eyes closed, too overwhelmed. 

My balls tightened under his slow, firm strokes. The precum he’d smeared on them started drying cool against my skin, even while he kept massaging.

“You’ve been watching me for weeks…” 

His voice dropped even lower. 

“So tell me, Brandon…”

He stepped in until I could feel the burning heat of his massive cock hovering just inches from my stomach.

My breath caught.“Was it worth it?”

I opened my eyes fast.

Fuck… fuck… Damn his hands.. 

Now, his thumb was pressing and circling the head of my cock, smearing my own precum everywhere. I looked down and saw myself leaking badly ...  a thick, milky bead already dripping down toward my navel while my cock throbbed straight up against my belly.

Aiden chuckled softly, still slowly massaging my balls with one hand and teasing my sensitive tip with the other.

I was shaking. 

Completely exposed. 

Completely his.

“I-I…I-am s…s.. sorry b-boss…” I whispered, voice cracking. 

“Please don’t fire me.”

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“Who said anything about firing you Brandon?”

His fingers tightened around my balls just enough to make me gasp.

“You’ve been sneaking looks at my cock for weeks,” he murmured, voice low and dark. “Now it’s my turn to watch you.”

He gave my balls one last slow squeeze, then let go.

“Get on your knees, Brandon.”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

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Part 2 is here…

Everyone is 18+

I stood there like my feet had been nailed to the floor, cock still hanging out, heart slamming so hard against my ribs I thought the whole bathroom could hear it.

“You gonna stand there staring… or come in and close the door?”

The words hit me square in the chest. 

He knows. Holy fuck, he’s known the whole time.

Before I could even swallow, his voice dropped lower, calm but dangerous. 

“You’ve been doing this for a while now… haven’t you, Brandon?”

My stomach twisted. He kept stroking that thick cock right in front of me ...  painfully slow, like he wanted me to watch every second. Each upward stroke made the veins bulge, and fresh precum kept leaking, only to be dragged back down every time his hand moved

I tried to look away. I swear I did. 

But my eyes wouldn’t move.

Jesus Christ, Brandon, breathe.

A low, hoarse groan slipped out of him, raw and deep.

“Get inside, Brandon”

It wasn’t a question. 

It was a command, and my traitor cock twitched hard at the sound of it. Shame flooded my face. 

Please tell me he didn’t see that. Please Jesus….

His low, rumbling chuckle said he absolutely had.

My legs moved before my brain caught up. I stepped into the stall, closed the door behind me with a soft click. The latch felt final. 

No one can know. No one can ever fucking know about this.

Aiden stayed seated on the toilet, legs spread wide, one hand still lazily fondling his heavy balls while he watched me. His eyes drifted down to my throbbing cock. It felt like a spotlight. 

Shame hit me instantly and I cupped both hands over myself, trying to hide.

But it was useless. I already knew it.

My balls have always been uneven ...  one hangs noticeably lower than the other. In front of him, with his perfect body and that monster cock, that old insecurity came flooding back hard.

Why the hell did I walk in here? I should’ve run.

Man pride, my ass… I look like a freak next to him

My grip tightened, like I could somehow make myself disappear.

“Brandon,” he said quietly, almost amused. 

“Come closer”

I didn’t want to. No… please  

Every sane part of me screamed to stay put. But my legs carried me forward anyway, fast, until I was standing right in front of him, still cupping my dick like some pathetic kid.

Aiden swiped his thumb slowly over the swollen head of his own cock, gathering a thick, glossy bead of precum. The way it stretched and clung to his thumb made my stomach tighten. He stared straight into my eyes the entire time, calm and intense, like he was daring me to look away.

Fuck… that’s so much precum. So white and creamy.

My mouth suddenly flooded with saliva. I was nervous as hell… heart racing, palms sweaty… but I couldn’t stop the raw horniness flooding through me at the sight of that slick, pearly liquid dripping from his cock. I tried to swallow quietly, but the gulp was loud in the silent stall. 

My throat clicked.

Why the hell is this turning me on so much? I’m scared shitless but I want to taste it…

I was too nervous to fully register what he was actually planning to do with that thumb.

“You think I didn’t notice you following me?” 

His voice was low, steady. 

“All those sudden bathroom breaks… every single time I got up.”

Don’t. Stay right there… please… Don’t say anything more... This is already too much.

My face burned hotter. I could feel the nervousness written all over me.Then he reached out.

I expected him to grab my cock. I was already bracing for it, waiting for his hand to wrap around my throbbing shaft. But instead, his warm, precum-slick palm cupped my balls completely.

No my dick... My balls... MY FUCKING BALLS.. 

My whole inside is screaming.

The shock hit me like lightning. His big hand covered them both, hot and wet, pressing firmly against my uneven sack. The sudden intense sensation exploded through my lower belly, inner thighs, and deep into my pelvis all at once. 

My thigh jerked violently. 

A pathetic little mewling moan tore out of my throat before I could stop it …

“Nnghhaaahh….”

The kind that would make any girl question everything…. so needy and feminine it made my eyes fly open in pure humiliation.

Oh my fucking God… that sound came from me?

My hands dropped away. 

My head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as he slowly massaged them. 

“Mmmggghh….”

He didn’t just touch. He groped them like he could feel exactly how insecure I was about their shape… like he was telling me without words that it was hot. 

That it was normal. 

That he liked it anyway.I heard him stand up. 

The heat of his body moved closer, but I kept my eyes closed, too overwhelmed. 

My balls tightened under his slow, firm strokes. The precum he’d smeared on them started drying cool against my skin, even while he kept massaging.

“You’ve been watching me for weeks…” 

His voice dropped even lower. 

“So tell me, Brandon…”

He stepped in until I could feel the burning heat of his massive cock hovering just inches from my stomach.

My breath caught.“Was it worth it?”

I opened my eyes fast.

Fuck… fuck… Damn his hands.. 

Now, his thumb was pressing and circling the head of my cock, smearing my own precum everywhere. I looked down and saw myself leaking badly ...  a thick, milky bead already dripping down toward my navel while my cock throbbed straight up against my belly.

Aiden chuckled softly, still slowly massaging my balls with one hand and teasing my sensitive tip with the other.

I was shaking. 

Completely exposed. 

Completely his.

“I-I…I-am s…s.. sorry b-boss…” I whispered, voice cracking. 

“Please don’t fire me.”

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“Who said anything about firing you Brandon?”

His fingers tightened around my balls just enough to make me gasp.

“You’ve been sneaking looks at my cock for weeks,” he murmured, voice low and dark. “Now it’s my turn to watch you.”

He gave my balls one last slow squeeze, then let go.

“Get on your knees, Brandon.”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

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I’ve been secretly stalking My Hot Boss’s Huge Cock in the bathroom for weeks… Until he caught me peeking while he was jerking off [Part 1]

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Part 2 is here…

Everyone is 18+

I stood there like my feet had been nailed to the floor, cock still hanging out, heart slamming so hard against my ribs I thought the whole bathroom could hear it.

“You gonna stand there staring… or come in and close the door?”

The words hit me square in the chest. 

He knows. Holy fuck, he’s known the whole time.

Before I could even swallow, his voice dropped lower, calm but dangerous. 

“You’ve been doing this for a while now… haven’t you, Brandon?”

My stomach twisted. He kept stroking that thick cock right in front of me ...  painfully slow, like he wanted me to watch every second. Each upward stroke made the veins bulge, and fresh precum kept leaking, only to be dragged back down every time his hand moved

I tried to look away. I swear I did. 

But my eyes wouldn’t move.

Jesus Christ, Brandon, breathe.

A low, hoarse groan slipped out of him, raw and deep.

“Get inside, Brandon”

It wasn’t a question. 

It was a command, and my traitor cock twitched hard at the sound of it. Shame flooded my face. 

Please tell me he didn’t see that. Please Jesus….

His low, rumbling chuckle said he absolutely had.

My legs moved before my brain caught up. I stepped into the stall, closed the door behind me with a soft click. The latch felt final. 

No one can know. No one can ever fucking know about this.

Aiden stayed seated on the toilet, legs spread wide, one hand still lazily fondling his heavy balls while he watched me. His eyes drifted down to my throbbing cock. It felt like a spotlight. 

Shame hit me instantly and I cupped both hands over myself, trying to hide.

But it was useless. I already knew it.

My balls have always been uneven ...  one hangs noticeably lower than the other. In front of him, with his perfect body and that monster cock, that old insecurity came flooding back hard.

Why the hell did I walk in here? I should’ve run.

Man pride, my ass… I look like a freak next to him

My grip tightened, like I could somehow make myself disappear.

“Brandon,” he said quietly, almost amused. 

“Come closer”

I didn’t want to. No… please  

Every sane part of me screamed to stay put. But my legs carried me forward anyway, fast, until I was standing right in front of him, still cupping my dick like some pathetic kid.

Aiden swiped his thumb slowly over the swollen head of his own cock, gathering a thick, glossy bead of precum. The way it stretched and clung to his thumb made my stomach tighten. He stared straight into my eyes the entire time, calm and intense, like he was daring me to look away.

Fuck… that’s so much precum. So white and creamy.

My mouth suddenly flooded with saliva. I was nervous as hell… heart racing, palms sweaty… but I couldn’t stop the raw horniness flooding through me at the sight of that slick, pearly liquid dripping from his cock. I tried to swallow quietly, but the gulp was loud in the silent stall. 

My throat clicked.

Why the hell is this turning me on so much? I’m scared shitless but I want to taste it…

I was too nervous to fully register what he was actually planning to do with that thumb.

“You think I didn’t notice you following me?” 

His voice was low, steady. 

“All those sudden bathroom breaks… every single time I got up.”

Don’t. Stay right there… please… Don’t say anything more... This is already too much.

My face burned hotter. I could feel the nervousness written all over me.Then he reached out.

I expected him to grab my cock. I was already bracing for it, waiting for his hand to wrap around my throbbing shaft. But instead, his warm, precum-slick palm cupped my balls completely.

No my dick... My balls... MY FUCKING BALLS.. 

My whole inside is screaming.

The shock hit me like lightning. His big hand covered them both, hot and wet, pressing firmly against my uneven sack. The sudden intense sensation exploded through my lower belly, inner thighs, and deep into my pelvis all at once. 

My thigh jerked violently. 

A pathetic little mewling moan tore out of my throat before I could stop it …

“Nnghhaaahh….”

The kind that would make any girl question everything…. so needy and feminine it made my eyes fly open in pure humiliation.

Oh my fucking God… that sound came from me?

My hands dropped away. 

My head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as he slowly massaged them. 

“Mmmggghh….”

He didn’t just touch. He groped them like he could feel exactly how insecure I was about their shape… like he was telling me without words that it was hot. 

That it was normal. 

That he liked it anyway.I heard him stand up. 

The heat of his body moved closer, but I kept my eyes closed, too overwhelmed. 

My balls tightened under his slow, firm strokes. The precum he’d smeared on them started drying cool against my skin, even while he kept massaging.

“You’ve been watching me for weeks…” 

His voice dropped even lower. 

“So tell me, Brandon…”

He stepped in until I could feel the burning heat of his massive cock hovering just inches from my stomach.

My breath caught.“Was it worth it?”

I opened my eyes fast.

Fuck… fuck… Damn his hands.. 

Now, his thumb was pressing and circling the head of my cock, smearing my own precum everywhere. I looked down and saw myself leaking badly ...  a thick, milky bead already dripping down toward my navel while my cock throbbed straight up against my belly.

Aiden chuckled softly, still slowly massaging my balls with one hand and teasing my sensitive tip with the other.

I was shaking. 

Completely exposed. 

Completely his.

“I-I…I-am s…s.. sorry b-boss…” I whispered, voice cracking. 

“Please don’t fire me.”

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“Who said anything about firing you Brandon?”

His fingers tightened around my balls just enough to make me gasp.

“You’ve been sneaking looks at my cock for weeks,” he murmured, voice low and dark. “Now it’s my turn to watch you.”

He gave my balls one last slow squeeze, then let go.

“Get on your knees, Brandon.”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

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Another Monday morning...

Just fucking hell

I dragged myself into the office at 8.47, already exhausted even though the day had barely started.

The lights in this goddamn office were already drilling into my skull like they had a personal grudge. My desk felt like a prison cell. I dropped into my chair with a heavy sigh, loosened my tie a little, and stared at the same goddamn spreadsheet I’d left on Friday.

Why the hell do I even show up? This job is a slow death... meetings that could’ve been emails, coffee that tastes like regret, and a paycheck that barely covers rent on my shitty studio. 

But then my eyes flicked toward the corner office, and there he was through the glass wall, Aiden. 

Six-foot-three of tailored suits and quiet authority, barking orders into his phone like he owned the world. 

Which, technically, he did... our world, anyway.

I’d been hooked since that one afternoon three weeks ago. I’d ducked into the men’s room after lunch, mind on autopilot, when I caught him at the urinal. He hadn’t noticed me slip in. But I noticed everything. The way his broad shoulders filled out that crisp white shirt. The low grunt as he adjusted himself. 

And fuck… that cock. 

Thick, veiny, heavy even when soft, swinging there like it had its own gravity. 

I’d frozen, piss forgotten, heart slamming against my ribs. 

Jesus Christ, Brandon, get it together. Normal guys don’t stare at their boss’s dick. 

But normal guys hadn’t seen that. 

From then on, I timed my bathroom breaks like a goddamn stalker. Every time he stood up from his desk, I’d find an excuse... grab a file, pretend to check the printer... just to trail him. 

Never worked. 

He’d always be done and gone before I could get there. Just my luck in this fucked-up carousel of a life… dead-end job, no boyfriend since college, and a secret obsession that made me hate myself a little more each day.

Today was worse. 

I’d watched him stride down the hall toward the restrooms at 10.15 sharp, coffee in hand, and my pulse kicked up like it always did. I waited exactly ninety seconds... too eager and he’d notice... then followed, trying to look casual. 

Pushed open the heavy door. 

Empty urinals. 

No sign of him at the sinks. 

Damn it…. Fuck…. Again. 

The frustration hit like a slap. 

You’re pathetic Brandon, you know that? Thirty-two years old and jerking off to fantasies of a man who signs your paycheck. Get a life… Fuck 

I stepped up to the urinal anyway, unzipped, and let go with a sigh. The stream hit the porcelain, steady at first, then trickling. I shook off the last drops, feeling that familiar awkward drip that always happens when you’re half-hard from your own stupid thoughts. 

Grabbed some wet tissues from the dispenser... cheap ones that left lint everywhere... and started dabbing at the head of my cock. 

Normal size, nothing special. 

Just… me.

That’s when I heard it.

Arrggghhhh

A low groan from the far cubicle. 

Deep, throaty. Not a painful one… and also not the kind you make when you’re constipated. 

Mmmrrrggghhh… Ughhh

I froze, tissues still in my hand. 

Probably just someone clearing their throat. Mind your business Brandon.

Arrgghhhh…..aaahhhh

Another groan, longer this time…. Rougher. My cock twitched against the damp tissue. 

Ignore it. Walk away Brandon… Just focus on your shit

I balled up the tissues and turned toward the trash, but then it came... 

Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh….mmmmggghhhhh 

A loud, unrestrained moan that echoed off the tiles. Raw. Needy. It shot straight to my groin like lightning. My dick jumped, thickening instantly, and the tissues slipped from my fingers, fluttering to the floor. 

Holy shit. 

My heart hammered so loud I was sure it echoed too. I stood there for a second, cock still out, half-hard and dangling, a bead of piss or precum... I couldn’t tell... clinging to the tip.

Don’t do it…. Please Brandon… No…. This is how you get fired. Or arrested.
But my feet moved anyway. Slow, praying steps across the cold floor, shoes barely making a sound. I kept my cock out... I didn't even think to tuck it back... dangling there heavy between my legs as I approached the last cubicle. The one with the door slightly ajar, that telltale gap between the frame and the panel, wide enough for a desperate eye.

I leaned in, breath shallow, one hand braced on the wall like I might fall over.

And there it was.

Aiden.

My boss. 

Pants around his ankles, muscular thighs spread wide on the toilet seat. 

One big hand wrapped around that monster cock I’d only glimpsed before... now rock-hard, flushed dark, veins bulging like ropes under the skin. The head was slick, shiny with a thick bead of precum that stretched and dripped as he stroked. 

Up and down, slow and deliberate, thumb swiping over the slit on every pass. His other hand gripped the toilet paper holder for leverage, knuckles white. Head tilted back against the wall, eyes closed, lips parted on another quiet groan that made my own cock throb painfully against my thigh.

It’s him. Fuck, it’s really him. Jerking off in the office bathroom like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

My mouth went dry. I couldn’t look away. 

That cock was even bigger than I remembered... long, thick enough that his fingers didn’t quite meet, the veins pulsing with every stroke. Precum kept leaking, stringing down onto the floor in a glossy thread. I could smell it, faint and musky under the restroom’s chemical tang. My own dick was fully hard now, pointing straight out, begging for attention I didn’t dare give.

Aiden’s breath hitched. His hand sped up just a fraction. “Fuck…Ughhh…” he muttered under his breath, so low I almost missed it.

I shifted my weight, and the floor creaked... just the tiniest sound.

His eyes snapped open.

They locked right on the gap. 

On me.

For one frozen second, everything stopped. 

His hand stilled mid-stroke, that massive cock twitching in his grip, still leaking. His gaze dropped... down to my exposed dick, hard and shameless… throbbing… then back up to my face.

A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Well, Brandon,” he said, voice low and rough, still thick with arousal. 

“You gonna stand there staring… or come in and close the door?”

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Another Monday morning...

Just fucking hell

I dragged myself into the office at 8.47, already exhausted even though the day had barely started.

The lights in this goddamn office were already drilling into my skull like they had a personal grudge. My desk felt like a prison cell. I dropped into my chair with a heavy sigh, loosened my tie a little, and stared at the same goddamn spreadsheet I’d left on Friday.

Why the hell do I even show up? This job is a slow death... meetings that could’ve been emails, coffee that tastes like regret, and a paycheck that barely covers rent on my shitty studio. 

But then my eyes flicked toward the corner office, and there he was through the glass wall, Aiden. 

Six-foot-three of tailored suits and quiet authority, barking orders into his phone like he owned the world. 

Which, technically, he did... our world, anyway.

I’d been hooked since that one afternoon three weeks ago. I’d ducked into the men’s room after lunch, mind on autopilot, when I caught him at the urinal. He hadn’t noticed me slip in. But I noticed everything. The way his broad shoulders filled out that crisp white shirt. The low grunt as he adjusted himself. 

And fuck… that cock. 

Thick, veiny, heavy even when soft, swinging there like it had its own gravity. 

I’d frozen, piss forgotten, heart slamming against my ribs. 

Jesus Christ, Brandon, get it together. Normal guys don’t stare at their boss’s dick. 

But normal guys hadn’t seen that. 

From then on, I timed my bathroom breaks like a goddamn stalker. Every time he stood up from his desk, I’d find an excuse... grab a file, pretend to check the printer... just to trail him. 

Never worked. 

He’d always be done and gone before I could get there. Just my luck in this fucked-up carousel of a life… dead-end job, no boyfriend since college, and a secret obsession that made me hate myself a little more each day.

Today was worse. 

I’d watched him stride down the hall toward the restrooms at 10.15 sharp, coffee in hand, and my pulse kicked up like it always did. I waited exactly ninety seconds... too eager and he’d notice... then followed, trying to look casual. 

Pushed open the heavy door. 

Empty urinals. 

No sign of him at the sinks. 

Damn it…. Fuck…. Again. 

The frustration hit like a slap. 

You’re pathetic Brandon, you know that? Thirty-two years old and jerking off to fantasies of a man who signs your paycheck. Get a life… Fuck 

I stepped up to the urinal anyway, unzipped, and let go with a sigh. The stream hit the porcelain, steady at first, then trickling. I shook off the last drops, feeling that familiar awkward drip that always happens when you’re half-hard from your own stupid thoughts. 

Grabbed some wet tissues from the dispenser... cheap ones that left lint everywhere... and started dabbing at the head of my cock. 

Normal size, nothing special. 

Just… me.

That’s when I heard it.

Arrggghhhh

A low groan from the far cubicle. 

Deep, throaty. Not a painful one… and also not the kind you make when you’re constipated. 

Mmmrrrggghhh… Ughhh

I froze, tissues still in my hand. 

Probably just someone clearing their throat. Mind your business Brandon.

Arrgghhhh…..aaahhhh

Another groan, longer this time…. Rougher. My cock twitched against the damp tissue. 

Ignore it. Walk away Brandon… Just focus on your shit

I balled up the tissues and turned toward the trash, but then it came... 

Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh….mmmmggghhhhh 

A loud, unrestrained moan that echoed off the tiles. Raw. Needy. It shot straight to my groin like lightning. My dick jumped, thickening instantly, and the tissues slipped from my fingers, fluttering to the floor. 

Holy shit. 

My heart hammered so loud I was sure it echoed too. I stood there for a second, cock still out, half-hard and dangling, a bead of piss or precum... I couldn’t tell... clinging to the tip.

Don’t do it…. Please Brandon… No…. This is how you get fired. Or arrested.
But my feet moved anyway. Slow, praying steps across the cold floor, shoes barely making a sound. I kept my cock out... I didn't even think to tuck it back... dangling there heavy between my legs as I approached the last cubicle. The one with the door slightly ajar, that telltale gap between the frame and the panel, wide enough for a desperate eye.

I leaned in, breath shallow, one hand braced on the wall like I might fall over.

And there it was.

Aiden.

My boss. 

Pants around his ankles, muscular thighs spread wide on the toilet seat. 

One big hand wrapped around that monster cock I’d only glimpsed before... now rock-hard, flushed dark, veins bulging like ropes under the skin. The head was slick, shiny with a thick bead of precum that stretched and dripped as he stroked. 

Up and down, slow and deliberate, thumb swiping over the slit on every pass. His other hand gripped the toilet paper holder for leverage, knuckles white. Head tilted back against the wall, eyes closed, lips parted on another quiet groan that made my own cock throb painfully against my thigh.

It’s him. Fuck, it’s really him. Jerking off in the office bathroom like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

My mouth went dry. I couldn’t look away. 

That cock was even bigger than I remembered... long, thick enough that his fingers didn’t quite meet, the veins pulsing with every stroke. Precum kept leaking, stringing down onto the floor in a glossy thread. I could smell it, faint and musky under the restroom’s chemical tang. My own dick was fully hard now, pointing straight out, begging for attention I didn’t dare give.

Aiden’s breath hitched. His hand sped up just a fraction. “Fuck…Ughhh…” he muttered under his breath, so low I almost missed it.

I shifted my weight, and the floor creaked... just the tiniest sound.

His eyes snapped open.

They locked right on the gap. 

On me.

For one frozen second, everything stopped. 

His hand stilled mid-stroke, that massive cock twitching in his grip, still leaking. His gaze dropped... down to my exposed dick, hard and shameless… throbbing… then back up to my face.

A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Well, Brandon,” he said, voice low and rough, still thick with arousal. 

“You gonna stand there staring… or come in and close the door?”

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