IN THE PINK
“Fuck!” I cursed, slamming the car door behind me. “Forgot the fucking contract.”
Which was fairly ironic, seeing as the reason I’d been working late, the reason I suddenly found myself with a weekend full of paperwork instead of a weekend full of sun and fun was because of said contract.
“Fuck,” I cursed. And, yes, it bore repeating—loudly.
And so I tromped back inside the building, echoing the word over and over again, even as I entered the elevator, as I unlocked the office and as I trudged back to my desk. Though it was amended barely a split second later, two more words promptly tacked on.
“What the fuck?”
See, though the office was dark, all the desks evacuated, not a peep to be heard, there was a light coming from the supply closet, errant beams shining through from the bottom crack. Since I’d been the last person in the supply closet—inside the office for that matter, as far as I knew—and since I was certain I’d flicked the light off upon my departure, the “what the” added to the “fuck” seemed well merited.
Which is why I found myself tiptoeing to the closet door, thick contract gripped beneath my armpit, heart rate suddenly ramping up to a six on the Richter, seven as I silently gripped the knob, eight as I flung the door wide open.
“What the fuck?” I shouted. “What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?”
Again it bore repeating, except now for wholly and again well-merited reason.
With my heart now pounding a good solid ten, I dropped the contract and tore away from the closet, face so red that molten lava would pale in comparison.
“Josh, wait!” I heard, barely a moment later. “Wait, please!”
I didn’t wait, though. Not until I felt his hand on my shoulder. “I didn’t see anything,” I blurted out, my back to his front, the sound of heavy breathing, both his and mine, filling the otherwise stone-cold silent office.
“I can explain,” he replied, his voice as wobbly and shaky as my knees suddenly were.
Slowly I turned, shoulders bunched up, eyes in a squint. For there he stood, naked, save for my contract covering his privates, hairy chest rapidly expanding and contracting. “I’d, um, rather you didn’t, Pete,” I told him. “Explain, that is.”
Now, to be fair, I’d only ever seen my coworker in a suit and tie before. Suffice it to say, the image of him in the closet, naked and spread-eagle, fucking himself with lord only knew what, would forever be burnished in my memory. So, yeah, I really didn’t need or want an explanation as to what he’d been doing.
He handed me the contract. I stared down. For some odd reason, his cock was still mostly turgid. And, fine, it was a nice cock, as cocks went, but it was Pete’s, my coworker’s, so I tried, again mostly, to look away. “It’s my wife’s fault,” he blurted out.
I stood frozen to the spot as I fought to hold back a nervous chuckle. Two seconds later, it was chuckle, one, Josh, zero. “It’s your wife’s fault that you’re alone in the office at night, naked and, uh…” I pointed downward. He, or that is to say, it was pointing up.
“Fucking myself?” he said, thereby finishing my train of thought.
I nodded. “Yeah, that.”
He forced a grin onto his sweat-soaked face. Surprisingly, he then moved his hand from his front to his back. I heard the audible pop first, his eyelids momentarily fluttering as he retrieved the pink, portable prick from his port side, a grunt then added to his repertoire.
I grunted in sync with him. The dildo was on the large side. Sucker looked mighty painful in fact. Also explained why his prick was still thick, I supposed.
“You’re gay, Josh, right?”
Again I chuckled. “Odd segue, Pete.”
He blushed, though, all things considered, it seemed a bit late on his part. “I mean, you’re, well, accustomed to, um, uh…”
I lifted my hand up for him to please stop. “Are we really going to have this conversation, Pete? Couldn’t we just forget that I saw all this?” Which was about like asking Pearl Harbor to forget that it’d been bombed.
He nodded. “It’s just that, my wife, Janet, see, she let me, well…fuck her last week.” He rolled his hands in the air and glanced away. “Up the, uh, well, you know.” I squirmed. I had, after all, met Janet before. And the image of her getting her ass worked over wasn’t a pretty one. “Now she wants to return the favor.” With his free hand, the one not holding the quivering dildo, he was pointing to his rump.
My hand was still held up in the cease-and-desist mode. I lowered it. “So you were simply practicing?” I dreaded asking the question, but curiosity suddenly had my cat in a stranglehold.
He nodded. “Not like I could do it at home, with her there, I mean.”
I too nodded, though his logic seemed less than solid. “Got it.” I turned to leave. “And, um, good luck with, uh, everything.” I pointed at the fake dick still held firmly in his grip.
“Wait!” he shouted, yet again.
I sighed as I shook the contract his way. “Pete,” I said, “it’s been…fun, but I have a load of work to do. Really.”
He sighed as he shook the dildo my way. “I can help. Give me half of it to work on.”
I knew better than to think he was being altruistic. “In exchange for what? My silence? Done. Don’t even give it a second thought.” Unlike me, who would surely have tenths and twentieths.
“Not your silence, no.”
I paused. “Then what?”
It was now his turn to pause, one of the pregnant variety, and nine months pregnant at that. “It’s just…I’m not finding it…well… enjoyable.”
I pointed from the real prick to the fake one. “I think you went too big, comparatively speaking.”
“It’s the wife’s.”
I stifled a grin. “Oh.”
He nodded. “Yeah, oh. In any case, I don’t think I’m doing it right.”
I scratched my head. “You stick it in. You fuck your ass. You jack off, Pete,” I told him, truly wishing that this conversation was done with. Mostly. “Not rocket science.”
His nodding went into overdrive. “It’s just sort of hard to, well, fuck and jack at the same time.”
I gulped. “Please tell me you’re not about to ask me what I think you’re about to ask me, Pete.”
His nodding abruptly stopped, the red again working its way up his neck. “In exchange for half your workload.”
“Uh-huh. So let me get this, for lack of a better word, straight,” the gay guy, namely me, said. “You want me to fuck your ass, in the office, to prep you for your wife?”
The nodding returned. “Fuck me with the dildo, Josh,” he said. “Nothing, um, physical of course.”
“Of course.” I looked down at my thick contract and then down at his thick prick. Sadly, the contract was thicker. Sadly for me, that is. And maybe a bit for Janet. “You sure about this, Pete? I mean, you and me have never even had lunch together. Now you want me to fuck you—”
“With the dildo,” he interrupted.
“Right,” I said. “With the dildo. And, again, you sure that’s such a wise idea?”
He shrugged. “Look, you’ve already seen me naked.”
“And then some,” I couldn’t help but add.
“Exactly,” he agreed. “Might as well get something out of it. Like half your weekend back.”
And untold years of uncomfortable office meetings in our future, I thought. In any case, he was right; I had already seen him naked, exposed. In other words, in for a penny, in for a pound. Though, looking at the dildo, pounding was more like it. And so I handed him half the contract. “Better be thorough,” I cautioned him.
He forced a smile. “I believe I can say the same thing.” The dildo moved from his hand to mine. “And please be gentle.”
Good luck with that. “I’ll do my best, Pete.”
So back to the supply closet we went. Odd to say, yes, but in the grand scheme of things, namely that I found myself staring down at my coworker’s bare, hairy ass, not all that odd. He’d put a leather seat inside, I soon found, a towel draped across it, a bottle of lube set on the floor. The scene looked both obscene and sterile. I’d never look at it or him the same way again, of that I was certain.
He hopped in the chair and looked up at me, hope in his eyes. I stared down at him. Guy was at least nice looking, toned and hairy, so things could’ve been worse. He then lifted his legs and spread them, his pink, puckered hole winking my way. I gulped as I stared at the dildo in my hand. It swayed—which made two of us. Three if you included the chair, which shook and rocked as he positioned and repositioned himself.
“No wonder it was unenjoyable, Pete,” I told him. “A chair in a supply closet is not exactly comfortable.”
He shrugged. “The floor is dirty.”
I grinned. “Gee, is that your biggest concern here?”
The shrug amped up. “Just fuck me already, okay?”
My grin matched his shrug. “Not what I expected to hear when I came to work today.”
In any case, I crouched down, face to ass. So, yeah, also not what I expected to see today either. In any case, I lifted the bottle of lube and coated the dildo with it. Thankfully, he didn’t complain when I did the same to his tight little hair-rimmed hole. He also didn’t complain when I released my beast and gave it a tug. I mean, why should he have all the fun? I figured.
Again I stared up. Josh was stroking his pole, heavy balls bouncing, cock growing thicker by the second—his and mine both. Go figure. I placed the head of the pink appendage against his tender chute. Slowly, gently, I slid barely the head inside. He sucked in his breath, the stroke on his prick going still. I waited for him to relax.
“You okay?” I asked.
He nodded. “Just go slowly.”
“No prob.” And so slowly I went, teasing it inside of him, teasing it outside, in and out, slow and steady, until his cock was finally at full mast. “Better?”
He grunted, then groaned, then exhaled sharply. “I’m beginning to see what all the fuss is about,” he panted in reply, as the pace of his hand’s movements on his thick prick quickened. I matched him, stroke for stroke. Maybe we’d come together. Very romantic. I grinned at the thought, a full-on smile then stretching wide across my face as I finally managed to get the length and breadth and width of that phallic wonder up his tight tush.
Suddenly, Pete was groaning with abandon, especially once I piston-fucked his hole with gusto. As for that office chair, it was groaning with abandon as well. Never one to be left out, I joined the happy pair.
“Fuck!” he soon wailed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His ass was now off the seat, balls ricocheting this way and that.
He was close. I was closer. I stood up and pounded his amply stretched hole. His eyes were closed, his mouth in a pant, cock but a blur as he coaxed the come up. Me, I was furiously stroking as well, a torrent of sweat pouring down my face.
“Do it,” I croaked out, my legs starting to buckle.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned one final time, his back arched, head tilted in reverse.
The dildo was buried to the hilt as his cock at last erupted. Sucker was super thick now. Still not as thick as my contract, but still. I moaned as I watched him shoot and shoot and shoot, come flinging up before raining down on his hairy belly. At the sight of it, the sound, the smell, my own cock throbbed and promptly shot, the creamy mess splashing across his left thigh, a thick band dripping down his hairy nut-sac. Pretty, yes. Pretty weird, also yes.
“Well?” I asked him, waiting for the postcoital glow to fade.
He popped his eyes open. “Did I already say fuck?” I nodded. “Repeatedly.”
“Do you think my wife enjoyed it that much?”
My nodding abruptly stopped. “Seems doubtful.” He laughed, come dripping down to the floor below. Dirty, like he’d said. Only more so. “We, uh, good now?”
He pointed past his withering tool. “One more thing.”
I grinned as I gently eased the pink peter from his ass. The now-familiar pop quickly ensued. He sighed as his hole was again free of it. I sighed as I handed it back to him. “Well, good luck with Janet then.”
“Thanks,” he said, running his index finger through the sticky, gooey, aromatic mess.
“Don’t mention it,” I said, turning to leave as I stuffed my prick back inside my slacks.
Seriously, don’t. Not ever. And, please, dear god, not to your wife.
Still, as I stared down at the much thinner contract, I smiled. After all, I’d certainly done my part for gay/straight relations, not to mention office morale. In other words, unlike how I’d previously left the office that night, I now found myself, well, in the pink, so to speak. And I certainly wasn’t cursing my luck this time around.