What Happened at the Party Ch. 01
At Christmastime, anticipation fills the air at the workplace, not only because of the holiday break, but also because of the yearly office get-together, which takes place on the Friday prior to our seasonal closure.
I'm Mark, reaching toward my forties, a slender 5'8 individual with an attractive appearance. I strive to maintain my fitness and clean-cut appearance, despite my early hair loss. I'm sporting a close shaven head, together with a trimmed beard.
In my capacity as a planner for a local kitchen design company, I've just finished formulating an estimate for a new project.
I head to the main office section to collect my printouts.
While sorting the documents, I eavesdrop on the three girls who work there as they chat about the upcoming party and the installation crew, trying to choose which one is the sexiest.
Amy nominates Chris, predictably, seeing as they're a couple. Carol opts for Barry, and Faith selects Dave.
All of the blokes are handsome, I think to myself, when Carol questions me.
"Who would you consider to be the sexiest guy?"
I don't typically communicate with the installers, save for when they have work-related questions. Still, a certain chap pops into my mind, someone I frequently notice in the yard.
"They're all good-looking men, but I'd choose Glenn."
Amy and Faith emit an absolutely disgusted sound, while Carol simply raises an eyebrow.
"Are you serious? He's the most disagreeable and irritable bloke there is."
Glenn is in his mid-twenties, having worked there for five years, and he hardly engages with any of us from the office - other than for work-related matters. He's fond of throwing a punch on the weekends, resulting in him showing up to work with cut knuckles or battle scars.
Despite his negative tendencies, he's exceptional at his job, and customers frequently praise the work he's completed.
Somehow, I find him sexually appealing, with his muscular stature and dark hair, so I confess my thoughts.
Carol merely shakes her head in dismay.
"Are you actually that desperate, Mark?"
Upon my return to my office, I hear them gossiping, undoubtedly concluding that my standards may have lowered since the big 4-0.
It's been ten days since then, and we're at the party. Held in a massive hotel, the company foots the bill for all the staff's accommodations, meaning no one has to drive home.
With our subcontractors included, there are approximately sixty attendees.
Carol and I arrive, and the bar is already bustling, as the first hour of drinks are gratis.
We stand with our beverages and observe the room.
Carol points to the far end of the bar.
"Look at the boys; they've commenced their drunkenness early."
I observe the group of fitters gathered round the final bar corner. It's obvious they started at a pub beforehand, given the intense drinking and chattering.
They've all endeavored to dress smartly for the occasion.
I spot Glenn with a beer in hand, laughing at something Chris says.
Wearing dark pants and a burgundy shirt with the top button open, revealing a substantial portion of his hairy chest.
Glenn spots us later, his expression transforming into a scowl before he quickly turns around.
Carol raises an eyebrow at me.
"What's his issue?"
"It's just how he is, specifically toward me."
"Do you think he's homophobic, then?"
"No, he hates almost everyone, so I don't take it personally."
The remainder of the evening is fantastic, consisting of a Christmas feast with all the trimmings, followed by a DJ and dancing.
Toward the conclusion, the majority of the guests either head home or ascend to their rooms.
However, a few revelers remain in the bar.
Carol and I settle on a cozy sofa in the corner for a nightcap.
Amy and Chris exit for a last smoke, while I decide to call it a night.
I step into the elevator, and just as the doors are about to shut, a very drunk Glenn's arm frenetically pushes them open once more, leaning against me.
"Well, well, hello, Mark. Did you have fun at the party?"
"Yeah, it was a good time."
I'm somewhat bothered by Glenn's closeness, well-aware that drunken Glenn is a bit uncontrollable. When he spins to confront me, I'm not sure what to expect.
"So, little birdie informs me you find me attractive, is that factually correct?"
I silently curse Amy, because she must have informed Chris.
"What made you think that?"
"I hear you think I'm desirable, so you must be drawn to me, right?"
"No, Glenn. Someone misunderstood the situation."
He confronted me directly.
"I don't trust you. I noticed you checking me out at work and heard you enjoy a piece of meat, so let me show you."
He grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. I felt his semi-hard cock through his pants, and it seemed quite substantial as he pressed my palm against it.
"You like that, don't you?"
As the elevator arrived at my floor, he let me go.
I tried to step past him, but he followed.
"Come on, Mark, you know you want this."
I didn't know what triggered this, but I didn't want to be involved. I faced him.
"Go back to bed, Glenn."
He seized me by the neck in a choke hold, his face almost touching mine.
"I don't think you understand. I'm going to your room, and you're going to suck me off."
He didn't let go, but half dragged me down the hallway until we reached mine.
I thought I might as well go along with it to avoid getting punched or worse. With a bit of luck, when it came to the act, Glenn would fail or not achieve an erection.
But he didn't. The moment we entered my room, he leaned against the door and started unzipping his trousers.
"Get down on your knees, dick-sucker."
His cock was enormous and thick, at least 9 inches with a large mushroom head, which caused my face to probably reveal my surprise.
"See, I knew you desired my cock. Now suck it."
He grabbed the back of my head and pushed it down onto his cock, but I was prepared and swallowed him completely, my nose against the black hair on his groin.
He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his muscular chest, covered in smooth black hair that ran down his stomach.
A few times, I attempted to reach his hairy chest to stroke him, but he swatted my hand away.
"Just suck my cock. Nothing else."
I aimed to give him the finest blow job he'll ever receive. His hard rod was in front of me, and although he was fully erect, there was no indication that he was about to climax.
I glanced up at him leaning back with his eyes closed. He abruptly opened them and shoved me off his cock.
"Take off your clothes and lie on the bed."
I followed his orders and stripped off, then pulled the duvet away to reveal the bed. I lay face down on the mattress. I was anticipating getting that giant cock inside me, but was concerned about how rough Glenn would be.
He took his time removing his trousers and briefs, then climbed onto my back. I moistened my hand and spread it on my anus before his broad mushroom-shaped head pushed against my sphincter, expanding and filling me.
He hoisted himself up on his muscular arms and commenced pumping his hips against my anus, his thick cock moving in and out of me, pinning me to the bed.
Glenn, while possibly intoxicated, was still capable of penetrating me. He quickened his beat, thrusting into me violently. My bum felt stretched and brimming with his massive erection, his body pressed into the mattress.
Just as I thought he couldn't cum, his cock felt bigger and harder inside me, and with a loud groan, he unleashed an enormous orgasm up my rear passage that lasted for ages, with thrust after thrust.
I hadn't been filled by such a large dick for some time, so I had to recover before moving and looking at Glenn.
I awoke the following morning with Glenn spooning me from behind, his morning erection nudging my anus and his breathing deep.
I remained still, relishing the moment as his rigid rod brushed my anus, hesitating to disturb him. When he suddenly woke, he hopped up as if he'd been burnt and went to the bathroom, where I heard him urinating loudly for an extended period.
Pretending to still be asleep, I was aware of him returning from the bathroom and moving around the room, talking to himself. I half opened an eye and noticed him picking up his clothes from the floor and getting dressed, then sitting on a chair to put on his shoes.
I opened my eyes.
"Good morning, Glenn."
He stared at me, and I couldn't tell if the expression was a scowl or bewilderment.
"Good morning, sweetheart," he murmured lazily, still half asleep.
Then he stood up and moved towards me.
"Now, about last night..."
She swallowed hard as he placed a hand on her shoulder, creating a knot of anxiety just below his fingers.
"If you tell anyone what we did last night, I'll break your nose."
She fought against the urge to shiver. "I won't say a word," she assured him quietly.
He hesitated for a moment, then stepped back and made his way to the door.
"Stay here. I don't want to see your frail body this morning."
A warning look crossed his features. "And you better not say anything about last night, either."
"I won't," she reassured him, relieved to have escaped his wrath. And as she listened to the slam of the door, she remembered how his long, thick member filled her.
There was no trace of that memory when she made it downstairs for breakfast. Carol was half-finished with her meal by the window.
"Good morning," she greeted her colleague.
"Is Glenn around?" Carol asked over her glass of orange juice.
"Not at the moment," she replied, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Did something happen between you two?"
Carol shook her head. "Just a normal, testy morning."
The days dragged on, the holiday season came and went, and everyone returned to their normal routines. Glenn stopped speaking to her entirely. Despite the initial euphoria, her body was starting to ache and her hole felt raw.
One cold Saturday night, she got home later than usual. As she contemplated going straight to bed, the doorbell rang.
She sighed, opened the door a fraction, and was stunned to see Glenn standing there.
"What are you doing here, Glenn?" she asked softly.
"I want my cock sucked again."
She didn't feel safe with him standing so close, so she quickly closed the door, but Glenn threw his weight against it, jamming it open, and jumped over the threshold. Then he grabbed her by the neck, pushing her against the coat rack.
"Now, I'm going to let you suck my cock. Because you want it, don't you?" he demanded.
She hesitated. Even though she yearned for him, the aggression had her terrified.
Slowly, she knelt in front of him, tears welling up in her eyes as she took hold of his member, which twitched in her hand. She started to lick it, deep-throating him.
He muttered curses in her ear as his erection filled her, his arm tightening around her head. She massaged his balls with both hands as he groaned with pleasure.
"Suck it, slut," he ordered.
She took in his length, rejoicing when he grasped her head tighter and began to face fuck her.
His breathing became laboured, and almost comically, his cock erupted down her throat. He lost his footing a little and held her head down while he came.
"Keep your mouth shut," he growled even though his voice had lost most of its venom. "And you'd better not say anything, or I'll draw blood."
"I won't," she clarified, but she heard the vulnerability in her voice.
He released her, and with another huff in her direction, he shut the door, leaving her dazed and in fear for her life. [Some] [All]
Slammed the door, secured it, and went to the bathroom to clean up my visage before gulping down a generous capful of whiskey in my quest for warmth.
Torn between admiration and loathing for Glenn's brute reappearance, I couldn't fathom if his unbridled masculinity or rude demeanor won over me.
Yet as I snuggled under my covers sipping whiskey, I reasoned that would likely be my sole path to encountering that massive dick again. With such complex feelings churning inside me, sleep was all but possible.
The following week, I purchased a doorbell camera to receive a warning should Glenn strike again, allowing me to control my interactions.
One night in the office, Glenn appeared unprompted, advancing on my workstation without so much as acknowledging his presence to announce a number of issues with one of our current projects.
"Some issue with the tiles this job the other day."
"No problem. How can I assist?"
He seemed thrown by my professionalism but continued, "The tiles finish abruptly halfway along the rear wall. Why'd they do that?"
I made a mercenary choice to answer in good faith, relieved to temporarily avoid his offensive demeanor. "They're building a large dresser for that space, rendering the tiles unnecessary."
"Okay, then."
Intrigued, I waited as he hesitated, staring at me, before turning and leaving with the door still wide open.
On Saturday midnight, my doorbell chimed. Glancing at my phone, it was Glenn, turmoil clogging my mind as his inebriated glance glowered at me, his finger snatched up to ring the doorbell once again.
Planning this ordeal was an agonizing battle between patience and fury as each silent moment allowed a potential escape only to be punctuated by his hammering knuckles.
Finally, he ceased his rattling noise and burst into peace after a long 10-minute reprieve.
My phone sprung back to life. Glenn had returned to the door, his feet propped solidly and his eyes closed. His determination wore upon me as I opened the front door and grabbed him by his shirt.
"Get your drunk ass inside."
His surprise provoked a slight pause, then he trailed me into my bedroom. He split open, dropping each item of clothing. Black hairs rested throughout his chest, a trail that enticed me, leading further into the dark crypt covered with a thin veil of dark sparse hairs. How I longed to lick every inch!
I bypass the unexpected sight and beckoned Glenn to lie down.
"Strip," I commanded. The request left him stunned but in spite of his condition, he submitted and removed his remnants of attire. He was sluggish in hunger for release.
His well-defined abdominal muscles awed me as I laid myself athwart him, kissing his unwilling nipples while cherishing his dense scattering of chest hair.
" Shut up, Glenn." Not used to being muzzled, he hesitated, and I continued playing with his nipples, finding the contours of his chest.
"You wish for sex, Glenn?"
His silence begged me to return my focus to his erect, fleshy, big dick.
I inched closer, trapping his stiff wand inside my wet mouth and bellowing my appreciation at him.
Satisfied with Glenn's state of pleasure, I rolled my fingers over his nipples, yielding a small "urchase" in my ear.
"Stop the blasted ruckus!" Leaving the tempting teats alone, I continued bouncing on his throbbing rod, reveling in the heart-gradually-pounding base of my spine, triggering aiding my arousal at full throttle.
My excitement alarmingly increased, but I yanked his regulation nipples once more as an additional aggressively candid twist.
"You dolt," I chided him as I settled into my mission. His lust and my sense of retaliation blended together, deepening our mentality.
With full consent, I took in his impressive member again, sighing in inner despair as protecting his anus from his infringement slipped my mind. How long will you resist? Glenn faltered but I assured my grip and rode it through, eagerly waiting for his climax.
In a rush, he fired an uninhibited groan, matching my fingers savagely massaging his nipples. His lips parted as he lay completely dumbfounded by the moment.
Overwhelmed by exhaustion, I savored his pleasurably risen chest hair that wafted under my tongue. His grossly unprofessional antics the previous Friday evening disseminated like its identical twin, adding fuel to the fire cradling his heated core.
While riding his cock, I still kept my hands pressed onto his chest, using my fingertips to play with his nipples.
He started to thrust his hips upward, meeting my downward squats, and my buttocks smashed against him as he surged.
I perceived his cock harden up and he roared loudly, discharging a massive load in my rectum, pushing me to climax even without touching my penis.
When the encounter ended, I realized how attractive he was. It's a pity most of the time, he's such a prick.
I rose off him and cleaned myself off in the restroom, then came back with a sponge and a towel that I used to clean his penis, in addition to the cum that was spread across his chest.
He barely opened his eyes and witnessed what I was doing, but stayed silent until I had finished.
"I gotta take a pee."
He strolled toward the restroom, while I tidied up the bed.
"You can stay, if you want. It's too late at night to go home now."
I assumed he'd turn down the offer, but laid down his trousers and snuggled into the bed.
He was very quiet and I didn't know what he was contemplating, so I extinguished the light.
Daybreak approached and Glenn was lying behind me, another repeat of the morning following the party, but this time he chose to stay. His erection teased my crack and his hairy chest kneaded my back.
I comprehended he was awake, because his hand was investigating my nipples and abdomen. So, I moistened my palm, reached behind me to lubricate his cock, and found him lined up with my hole.
"Fuck me, Glenn."
He was more tender this time, moving forward slowly and filling me with his thick girth, his balls resting on my buttocks.
He pulled out partially, then slipped back inside me gradually, which I reveled in, but his quicker thrusts subsequently filled me with his full length, his balls slamming onto me, his fingers kneading my chest and nipples.
Breathing escalated behind me, and I awaited the detonation that arrived shortly after, when he grunted and spilled his juices into me. He spewed a couple more times till he was completely drained.
We remained still, united, until his penis subsided and slid out of my anus.
I rotated slightly and patted his shoulder.
"I'm about to take a shower then you can depart, while I cook some breakfast."
"A cup of coffee would be great."
He headed for the shower, whereas I tidied up the bed and when he returned, he was donning trousers.
"You're welcome to stay here. It's too late to return home."
I believed he'd reject my invitation, but undid his trousers and flopped onto the bed.
A new version of Glenn was observed, loaded with silence.
"You're okay, mate?"
"Yeah, just a bit exhausted."
Avoiding eye contact, I sensed that he wished to speak, but this was not the correct moment, so I switched off the light.
Morning eventually arrived, and Glenn was lying behind me, like a replay of the morning following the party, yet remained. He was ramming his cock against my buttocks and his hairy chest was vigorous against my back.
I knew he was conscious, because his hand was scrutinizing my nipples and abdomen. Therefore, I lubricated my fingers, reached behind me, and guided him into my rectum.
"Fuck me, Glenn."
His thrusts were gentler this time, moving forward calmly, filling me with his thick dick, his massive balls grounding on my buttocks.
He retreated partially, then reconvened inside me, taking his time, which I adored, but his forceful piercings soon pounded my rectum with his hefty pole, his balls pounding me as his other hand embraced my chest and played with my nipples.
Inhaling deepened behind me and I pantically awaited the impending climax that occurred not long after, as he gasped and blanketed me with his essence. His fingers paused a few times until he was fully relieved.
Idle, we lay quietly, connected, until his penis shrank, then slid from my rectum.
I turned slightly and bestowed him a slap on his shoulder.
"My turn for a shower. Then, you can go, while I cook breakfast."
"I could use another coffee."
He left the room, while I took a shower, dressed in nothing but a towel.
I brought out the coffee, and when he walked through, his hair damp from the shower and wearing merely a towel.
"Orange juice and a cup of coffee for you."
He swilled his orange juice rapidly, I placed a plate of eggs and toast before him, and he consumed it at a much quicker pace than me.
"Excuse me."
He arrived shortly, filling the mugs with coffee, even refilling mine.
As we sipped our coffee, he observed my profile repeatedly and I inferred he wished to say something, but then his eyes dropped downward, glaring at his mug.
I donned the egg plates and conveyed them to the sink, but prior to jamming the mugs into the cabinet, he brought them over, standing close to me with an inquiring look on his face.
"What's up?"
"Um…why are you being so nice to me?"
"I'm a nice bloke."
"I'm stunned."
He said it as if he'd simply discovered it.
Sandwiched between his naked body and me, I yearned to kiss him, but wasn't sure if he'd like it, so I slid my palm onto his chest.
"You're the good-looking hunk, who shared my bed and earned breakfast."
He sported a pinkish tone in his ears as I gazed at his erection's outline within the open towel.
Grasping the corner of the towel, I yanked it opened, exposing his hard penis. [
Without asking, I knelt down and welcomed his thick member in my mouth, inhaling his manly scent.
He allowed me to set the pace, never forcing himself too deep down my throat. I could tell he was observing my actions.
I lightly pulled and rolled his balls while sticking my tongue onto his head, then I swiped my mouth along his entire cock so I could engulf him entirely.
I was unsure if he would ejaculate again, but I didn't mind, as I enjoyed the feel of his massive penis in my mouth.
My hands slid up his rear, squeezing and kneading his buttocks.
He clutched my shoulder, tensing up, leading me to pull back, placing my tongue out to catch his sex fluid. I swiftly stroked his shaft, before his climax.
He released a blast of semen; I caught a little in my mouth then rested his cock on my tongue, absorbing two more bursts of his manly fluid. I eagerly swallowed it. Furthermore, I licked his large head, prior to blowing his member one final time before disengaging it from my mouth.
Glenn clung to the sink, dazed.
"You actually enjoy doing that, right?"
"Yep, but I don't perform this act for everyone."
He remained silent, processing this information.
He retrieved a towel from the nearby floor.
"Perhaps I should leave you alone. I've ruined your weekend enough."
I did not object, as I felt he required time to process these new experiences.
Once I completed the dishes, Glenn resumed. "Imma pack up and head out."
"Alright, see ya later."
"Thanks for the chow."
"Anytime."
As he approached the door, "Mark," was spoken. I answered, "yes."
"May I return?"
"Yes, if you desire to."
I offered a sly, apologetic smile to ease his slightly anxious expression. "Oh, sorry. I acted like a moron last night."
"Oh, don't worry."
He pondered for a while before turning back. "I'll be on my way."
I realized he was struggling with his sexual identity, but I decided not to push. However, I would notify him to return whenever he was ready.
To my surprise, Glenn had the potential of being a genuine person, but I could tell he required a period to reconcile his thoughts.
There was an awkward atmosphere between us.
"Well, I'm outta here."
"Right, seecha."
"Ciao."
He halted, then faced me. "Mark."
"Yeah."
"May I come visit again?"
"Of course, but perhaps before the late hours this time."
He smiled slightly, then exited.
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