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SECURITY GUARD:
I'm a security guard for a big office block in the city. Mainly my job is pretty boring, but it can have its moments. Like the other day, when I got called in to help one of the office workers hump some boxes out of the way of a fire exit.
I went in and introduced myself. The office manager was a woman and she gave me a big smile. I'm 27, six foot, pretty fit and muscular with black hair and green eyes. She's always watching when I pull up outside on my Kawasaki. She doesn't know I'm gay, of course.
She introduced me to Nigel, the guy who needed my help. Average height, a little less than average build, in spectacles. He was about 25 with a pale complexion, slim, muddy brown hair combed back over his head. A bit geeky-looking, but cute. His blue and white pinstriped, perfectly ironed shirt hung from his bony but broad shoulders, tapering down towards his perfectly ironed black trousers into which they were neatly tucked. His navy blue tie was held in place with a slim, gold pin.
He was halfway through rolling up one sleeve and seemed caught unprepared. I gave his hand a strong shake. His grip was as uncertain as his manner, but he said hello politely and we started shifting the boxes into storage. The boxes were heavy and it took four trips, even with me carrying two at once. I had never been to the storage area before so Nigel led the way and I spent most of the time following him and, I decided, enjoying the view. The guy was not exactly a stunner but he had a good and figure and, in his contour-hugging black trousers, a very well sculpted butt. It was almost mesmerising.
By the time we had carried the last few boxes down the corridor and almost all the way round to the other side of the building we were both breathing heavily. The storage room was a large empty office with a glass wall covered by plastic white Venetian blinds. The purple-grey carpet and ochre-painted walls were new and the room smelled cool and fresh.
Nigel sat down on the last box he had carried, yanking his tie loose. I could see damp patches under his arms. He smiled meekly up at me and said
NIGEL: “I'm strictly a sedentary type, not a very physical person. Not very fit at all, not like yourself.”
SECURITY GUARD: I smiled back. Nigel looked away from the directness of my gaze and asked
NIGEL: “Does Brenda always give you hard labour like this to keep you busy? ”
SECURITY GUARD: “No! Not usually. It's not very often a woman makes me sweat.”
Nigel flinched, his mouth hanging open slackly as he gawped up at me. The emphasis on the word 'woman' had not been lost on him. Then he laughed. When I didn't laugh, but just smiled mysteriously, he stopped and folded his arms.
NIGEL: “You're … gay? Surely not, I mean, you – you don't look, I mean …”
SECURITY GUARD: I said “Do you want me to prove it to you?”
I admired the view before entering him. Bending over the boxes showed Nigel's butt off to best effect; his back slightly arched, one leg resting on a box with the other bent beneath him. His cheeks were very ample for someone as lean as him; I guessed the guy must have done a lot of cycling in his youth. Under his clothes he was pale and a light brown fuzz covered his thighs and butt. He had a nice deep cleft and, best of all, dimples. I caressed the waiting rump, fingering the smooth hollows that sculpted the butt into a butterfly shape.
“You've really got a nice, fit arse, you know.”
NIGEL: “Have I? Oh, thank you.”
SECURITY GUARD: He sounded a little surprised. He also sounded surprised when I sunk my fat erection into the waiting hole, pushing in slowly and surely up to the hilt.
NIGEL: “Oh! Oh God. Oh God, yes!”
SECURITY GUARD: It was a little awkward with me being fully clothed and Nigel with just his trousers and pants pulled down and hanging off one ankle, but we didn't have a lot of time. Nigel seemed to like the idea of me keeping the uniform on anyway. He said he'd been fucked before but only once, years ago during a close encounter with a cousin in Newcastle. I met some resistance but not enough to stop getting in all the way; obviously Nigel's body recognised what was happening and remembered what to do. His muscle gripped the cock with just the right degree of delicious tightness.
I gripped Nigel's slim hips and moved my own very slowly, my rock-hard cock nudging around in the guy's soft innards just enough for him to get used to the sensation. Nigel was making very low, soft gasping noises, his hands gripping the edges of the boxes beneath him, the knuckles white. I felt the man's pulse against my shaft; it was racing.
“You okay?
NIGEL: “Yeh, just give me a second or two… God, that feels good.”
SECURITY GUARD: He twisted his pelvis slightly, grinding the cock into him like a pestle and mortar. Taking a deep breath he said
NIGEL: “Oh God, yes, you're so fucking big, it feels beautiful up there, give it to me!”
SECURITY GUARD: “Okay!” I pulled out, looking down to see my shaft emerging from the junction of Nigel's rounded white buns. When my cockhead reached the hole I stopped, watching the pink flesh of the anus stretch outwards as if unwilling to let go of its prize. I ploughed back in and pulled out again a few times, enjoying the view, the contented groans from Nigel and the stimulating pressure of the grasping hole around my hardness. Planting my feet more securely, I started to fuck harder
The man panted loudly, gripping the boxes beneath him more firmly to ensure he wasn't knocked off the edge of the pile; holding his ground as he was hammered. Responding to this resolve, I took great lungfuls of air, filling my muscles with oxygen so I could pummel as hard and fast as possible.
Nigel could take it. The guy was grunting deeply, cooperating in the fuck by holding his position firmly despite the pounding, goading me on with a defiant, almost arrogant, enthusiasm. His pleasure was mingled with pain but he was toughing it out heroically. It turned me on a lot, and I responded by putting more and more energy into the fuck, pushing myself to the limits of my stamina. This guy deserved a good performance.
With each thrust the man got louder and louder. I leaned forward over him, gripping one shoulder with one hand and closing the other over the man's mouth. This pulled Nigel up, making him arch his back. I lifted his foot and planted it on the box where Nigel's knee rested, gaining maybe a half-inch more depth of penetration. Nigel's muffled cries became more insistent and he writhed about, as if to struggle against the restraint. He was wiry and tough, but his strength was no match for mine; even if he had been trying to break free he would not have been able to. As it was he was just pitting his strength against that of the man fucking him, enjoying the raw, male, animal, clash of strength against strength, muscle against muscle, man against man.
The boxes began to shift beneath us, disturbed by the force of the fuck. With his foot I pushed Nigel's leg across and off the other side of the pile, spreading the man wider, then climbed on top, pounding into him from above. The change of position and angle brought my cock into contact with different parts of Nigel's innards, and changed the way in which the tight hole gripped the thick shaft and fat head. The man's grunts became deeper as I once more took hold of his waist, my hands gripping just above the pelvis, my thumbs almost meeting in the small of the man's back. From this position I could hold my target firmly in place while slamming down repeatedly into it, the force of gravity giving a bit more 'oomph' to each thrust.
Nigel went limp beneath me, no longer holding onto the boxes for support, just lying like a rag doll, his face pressed up against one of the cardboard lids, his mouth slack. He had surrendered his body totally to me and to the fuck, giving himself over to the greater power and strength of the bigger man. His cries were ragged, exhausted and plaintive. I pounded him again and again, watching his body jerk forward in rhythm with the pummelling. After a while Nigel's cries became grunts and his eyes screwed up as he bared his teeth.
NIGEL: “Oh God … it's getting hot, need some more lube…”
SECURITY GUARD: The fuckhole certainly felt very warm. Without withdrawing, I reached into my back pocket and tore open another sachet of lube. I pulled back out of Nigel nearly all the way, dripping the slippery fluid down onto the clear rubber wrapped around his exposed shaft. I rubbed it around the shaft and the pouting lips of Nigel's arse and slid back inside.
Now there was almost no resistance, just a steady pressure on my meat as I rammed back in. I felt myself getting close to the point of no return and slowed down, taking a deep breath and caressing the sculpted butt I was fucking with my lube-slippery fingers. Nigel felt it too; I had stopped just in time. I felt the man tremble beneath and around me.
NIGEL: “Fuck, please, don't stop, I'm going to cum now, I have to!”
SECURITY GUARD: “Okay, here goes.” I took a firm grip on Nigel's hips and started up an insistent, increasing rhythm, fucking faster and faster, a little harder with each thrust.
The man's hole clenched around my thick shaft, as if to crush the life out of it. I knew what this meant and slowed down a little to allow Nigel to get there first. A few seconds later the tight muscle, and every other muscle in Nigel's body, began to clench and unclench, spasming as the man began wailing.
NIGEL: Yes! Yes! Ahhh! AAAHHH!!!!
Clamping my hand over Nigel's mouth, I finished the fuck with a few more savage thrusts of my own. I grunted loudly through gritted teeth, my body shaking as well as I felt the explosion between us. The muscular rump gripping me twitched a few more times as I fired off a few more salvos into the rubber, milking me for every ounce of manjuice left in my balls.
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Edited Thu 30 Oct 08, 9:43 PM by RopeTopUK
