The next afternoon I was elated when the HR lady, who had put me through my paces, phoned to say that I had got the job. I began working there the following day but did not meet my boss, Harold Corbin, till one week later. Mr Corbin was away on his annual holiday. From the general chitchat in the department prior to his arrival back from holiday, it appeared that Mr Corbin wasn’t very well liked. According to my colleagues, he was ugly arsehole with an enormous ego. I decided to take their criticism with a pinch of salt and make my own mind up when I finally met him.
During the week prior to Mr Corbin’s return the staff in my department learned that I was gay. I am not in the habit of broadcasting my sexual orientation to the world, but once I found out that a fellow worker and I had a mutual friend… well, enough said. I was both relieved but a little concerned, wondering how my new boss would receive the news. ‘What the hell… things are what they are,’ I philosophised.
Mr Corbin was indeed unattractive. He was forty years old, bulky, bald, and all his facial features were oversized. When he opened his mouth his thick lips looked like a doughnut that had been stuck to the lower part of his face. Mr Corbin always appeared sweaty, and walked in an awkward fashion with his fat feet facing outwards. His hands were huge and looked like two bunches of bananas extending from his thick arms. Mr Corbin seemed quite cordial when I was introduced to him, but by that afternoon he began eyeballing me.
‘Oh fuck,’ I thought, ‘he knows…’ Over the following few days his stares became more intense, and dare I say it, friendlier. In fact, I began to feel slightly uncomfortable with his continued pleasant demeanour towards me, not wanting my fellow workers to think that I was being favoured in any way. During my second week as we were all about to leave one afternoon, Mr Corbin asked me to remain behind.
“Sure, no problem,” I replied.
“Just stay where you are Darren, I’ll be with you shortly,” Mr Corbin concluded before returning to his office.
I sat and watched the mass evacuation. Fifteen minutes later Mr Corbin passed by me, explaining that he had better make sure the front door was locked after everyone had left. Upon his return he smiled and casually requested me to follow him to his office. After inviting me to take a seat he spoke, “As busy as we have been recently Darren, I feel guilty that I‘ve not engaged you properly. I hope you don’t mind me delaying you today?”
“No sir,” I answered politely.
“Good,” he replied with a grin. “I believe you are a… you are gay?” he replied, somewhat flustered by the hiccup.
“Yes Mr Corbin,” I answered.
Nodding his head he then responded, “Sometimes I think you gay guys have the right idea.” Observing the puzzled look on my face he continued, “I have a bitchy wife and two teenage brats at home. They all ignore me, and to them I am merely the arsehole who supplies money.”
I smiled apologetically, but said nothing. “Married life sucks,” he concluded. Then after a brief pause he asked, “Where do you live?”
“Currently, I am living with my parents, Mr Corbin, but I am hoping to get my own place shortly,” I replied.
“Ah, well then you happen to be speaking to the right person in that regard.” Before I could answer he continued, “A buddy of mine is in that line of work, so I will make inquiries for you tomorrow. I would imagine you are considering a fully furnished option?”
“Yes, that would probably the cheaper option, but I really don’t want to put you to any trouble, Mr Corbin,” I retorted.
“Nonsense, it’s no trouble at all,” he finalised. We spoke for a short while afterwards before he arose and stood next to me.
“Well, I am sure you would like to get on your way,” he stated. Mr Corbin then placed a hand on my shoulder while regarding me with a curious look in his eyes. When he cupped my chin in his huge hand I almost got the feeling that he was about to kiss me. Then he moved slightly backwards to liberate me from my chair. In the next few days Mr Corbin was true to his word, and within two weeks I had a place of my own. It was a really nice bachelor pad conveniently located close to work.
On my first Saturday morning in my new home the doorbell rang. Mr Corbin had popped by to see how was settling in. I had not yet closed my sleeper-couch and apologised for the untidiness. As we stood in the kitchenette drinking coffee, Mr Corbin informed me that his wife and kids always shopped on Saturday mornings, and that he loved this alone time. As we spoke he moved ever closer to me, before finally pinning me up against the counter.
When our heads moved apart he stared in to my eyes and said, “I want you.” Before I could answer he again secured my mouth in an oral embrace. After a few more minutes he whispered, “Let’s move to your bed.” Once we had undressed he looked at me with eager eyes, before uttering, “You’re fucking perfect.”
Mr Corbin’s large body was very firm and quite hairy, and his cock was the most unusual one I had ever seen. From the base the first four inches of his dick were incredibly thick, but it tapered substantially towards the front, and the head of his knob looked like it should belong on a much smaller penis. His balls were large and heavy looking, and his entire crotch was surrounded by a mass of hair. Pulling me towards his body his fantastic oral skills were again demonstrated.
“I love the way you kiss, Mr Corbin,” I mumbled.
“Please, call me Harold when we’re alone,” he muttered. Harold began moving me onto the bed before settling on top of me. Enveloped by him, with my legs curled around his big hips, his lips began to explore my entire head. I was tingling with excitement as he took possession of me. After what seemed like an endless period of bliss Harold lifted up and told me to turn onto my stomach. When his dick-head located my pucker he said, “Once I enter this hole, you belong to me.”
“Yes sir,” I whimpered. When the pressure of his cock began to prise me open Harold groaned contentedly. My manhole increasingly adapted to his girth, challenged as never before. The discomfort was totally gratifying and I couldn’t wait for his thrusting to commence. Teasing me, he first held still for a short while. “Please, please fuck me,” I began to plead.
As his hips began their slow rhythm Harold began to grunt with excitement. Nestled in his clammy embrace he humped my much smaller frame. When his huge lips suctioned onto my ear Harold pushed a massive thumb into my mouth, securing my head between his to hands. I sighed like a contented baby with two large pacifiers, one in my mouth and the other in my backside. With his fat tongue exploring every crevice of my ear I suckled on his thumb. Harold kept a steady tempo going as his knob caressed my sphincter. I had never experienced anything more heavenly in my life.
‘Oh god, please don’t let this stop,’ I intoned in my mind. With ever increasing momentum Harold began to hump me harder and harder. I was so turned-on that my balls began to erupt. Aware that I had unloaded Harold lifted onto his arms and really began ramming his thick knob into me. As he growled I could feel the contents of his heavy balls spraying into me.
“Jesus… oh dear Jesus, that was awesome. You belong to me now Darren,” he decreed possessively. Afterwards, Harold cocooned my body for several minutes. When Harold finally got off me I was instructed to change my body position, and lay on my back with my head on the pillows. Moving up on his knees Harold placed his right knee under my left armpit, and leaning over my chest with his arms on the backrest of the sleeper couch, placed his left foot above my right shoulder to anchor his leg. Harold then commenced smearing and mashing his balls all over my face. As he grew more comfortable in this position Harold began pushing one, then the other ball, in and out of my mouth.
When I took over from him freeing his hand, he began tugging on his dick as I salivated and licked to my heart’s content. I had never before met anyone who derived so much stimulation from his balls. Every five minutes Harold kept alternating his leg and knee positions, before again changing back. After some time I pulled his backside upwards locating his manhole. When I began licking and prodding my tongue into his arse, I thought Harold was going to hit the roof with excitement. This would become a signature ritual in our lovemaking.
I was also introduced to what would be another signature routine with Harold, as he spewed his spunk over my face before smearing it in with his fat knob. After Harold licked my face clean he began sucking me off. This didn’t last very long because he had the most incredible mouth I had ever encountered. I couldn’t comprehend what he was doing with his tongue, but whatever it was, it was magnificent. Harold’s lips, which I had formerly found unattractive, now found my butt-hole and began slurping his load out of me.
Without pause, Harold remounted my body and commenced kissing me. I had never imagined that he could be such was such a stud, because before long I was again being solidly fucked. I just loved the way his big body bounced on me as his fat knob thumped my hole. With my head framed by his thick hands, his fat lips suctioned onto my mouth. When Harold again began to erupt I was exhausted, and totally exhilarated.
Over the next year I saw a lot of him. Saturdays, however, were always the highlight of my week, as opposed to our quickies during the week. One year later, Harold divorced his wife and moved into the bachelor pad next to mine. Need I say more?