“I… I have the receipt, if you don’t like it.”
“No, no. It’s really nice, Archer. I love it.”
Archer’s smile amped up to maximum brightness. He was like a puppy that had just been given a belly rub. He sidestepped closer to me, wrapped his arm over my shoulder, and pulled me close for a for a ‘bro hug.’
“Why don’t you go get changed and then we’ll dive right into things,” I said.
“Sure. I… I just thought you’d want to do my inspection before I put on my uniform.”
Do I tell him that the health department changed their policies? Maybe I should say that I only had to apply the lotion the first time and now he can do it himself? I could always just shrug and say ‘screw the health department.’ I’d had twenty-four hours to make a decision, but the gift had upended everything I’d thought I’d decided on.
Then, I felt my dick firming up as an image of Archer’s bubble butt popped back into my mind.
“Oh… okay. That makes sense. But I’m going to speed the process up today since I don’t want us to get too behind on the work.”
I just couldn’t resist at least seeing him naked. I’d keep the groping to a minimum.
Archer began to take off his clothes. I went over to the clock and punched in for my shift since I still needed to do that. I checked his card too, just in case it had slipped his mind.
He was turned away from me as I started to walk back. He was already undressed. He wore a jockstrap again? My eyes immediately went to his globes like it was the only part of him that existed in that moment… but then he spun around.
Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, I thought, quoting one of my favorite films. He’s naked naked!
“Hope this is okay. I decided to take off my jock today. I ended up staining the other one from all the… you know. I didn’t want to mess this one up if I start to… well, drip.”
His cock was freaking massive. It was a cliché saying, but it looked more like it belonged on a horse than a human. I knew I was just leering at it; I couldn’t tear my eyes away, though. It had to have been between seven and eight inches fully soft, and it was thicker than my forearm. Sure, I was a thin dude, but that was still insane.
I wondered how I hadn’t noticed just how gigantic he was the day before. Maybe he’d already started to go soft before he stood up? Maybe the jock strap compressed everything?
“Want to see a trick?” he asked.
Before I could reply, Archer started gyrating his hips. His lengthy dong began to spin in a counterclockwise circle. His smooth, golf-ball-sized nuts bounced up and down. I knew my eyes had to be bugging out of my head.
“It’s called the helicopter!”
His fit of giggles eventually stopped the blade from making a smooth journey. His rod flopped down between his thighs again. He scratched at his neatly trimmed blond patch of pubes before placing his hand on his hips.
“Yeah… yeah, that’s fine,” I murmured.
I was a little dazed. I wondered if it was from all the blood racing into my dick. It was rock hard underneath my bulky uniform. Luckily, it was hidden by a large crease in the fabric.
I started to apply the lotion. Archer’s skin felt just as amazing as it had the day before. He kept talking to me about how he was excited that his older brother was coming to visit for spring break. I tried to listen as best I could.
I felt myself rushing. I knew I was worried I’d give into temptation if I didn’t. I remained standing while I slathered everything above his waist with the lotion. I’d been too fearful about what I might do if I lowered myself to me knees right away.
My heart rate had finally slowed down a bit when I asked him to turn around and face the wall. I raced through coating his calves and massive thighs. He didn’t even seem to notice how differently I was doing things; he was too focused on sharing his story with me.
I dug my fingers deeper into his muscles as I grasped his buns. I didn’t mean to; it just sort of happened. Archer must have sensed the shift in energy, since he suddenly shut his mouth.
“Should I get on my hands and knees now?”
Is he…? Is he excited? I tried to determine if I’d detected giddiness or just nervous anticipation. I wasn’t certain.
“No. No. Why don’t you stay where you are? Just reach back and pulled your cheeks apart for me.”
Archer did what he always seemed to do – he followed my command. I felt flush with heat when his hole came back into view. I told myself I had to maintain the boundaries I’d set.
I began to rub my slick middle finger against his pink rosebud. I tried to emulate the circular motions I’d made yesterday. Archer’s legs were shaking after just a few seconds of stimulation.
I swore I could almost feel his portal opening a centimeter or so in anticipation. I just kept teasing it. I pressed harder with my finger tip with no intention of entering.
“Uhhhhh,” Archer cried out.
I started rubbing more vigorously, like I was trying to erase an errant pencil mark from a piece of notebook paper. My finger kept gliding back and forth across his rosebud. The pink tissue seemed to be turning a darker hue; it felt like it was getting puffier than it had been.
I wanted to just jam my middle finger inside. I was so curious to know how far it’d get before his ring clamped down on my digit. Maybe two inches this time? My dick was throbbing so fucking hard. I wasn’t sure if I could resist the urge to pull more suppressed moans from my dumb jock, but I restrained myself.
I pulled my hand away. His hole looked like it was winking at me – quickly opening the smallest amount before closing again. It kept doing it over and over.
“You can let go of your cheeks now.”
“Re… really? I thought you’d need to… go deeper?”
Is that an invitation? I swore I heard anxiety though. I couldn’t risk it.
“No, I think it’s fine.”
“Cool!” he said, letting his hands fall to his sides.
Archer spun around before I had asked him to switch positions. Sweet baby Jesus! His fat rod was at full mast; it had almost collided with my nose. I pulled back just enough to better be able to take it all in. Several bulging blue veins ran down the length of the shaft. It had to be nine inches – no, closer to ten.
“Glad I didn’t wear the jock,” Archer said, nodding down at his manhood.
I don’t know how I’d not focused in on it right away. A long strand – maybe three inches – of sticky pre-cum was hanging from his slit. I licked my lips in an almost Pavlovian response.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to hide my lust.
“You gonna do my quads now?” he asked.
I just nodded while I pumped more lotion onto my hands. I clasped onto his right thigh and began to work the muscle over. I knew I wanted to work something else over, too.
Archer went back to talking about his life. He looked down at me every so often, but he wasn’t gazing at me the whole time or anything. He seemed to glance down more often the closer my fingers got to his crotch.
I felt something fall onto my left forearm. Archer burst out laughing; his thigh shook in my palms.
“Damn, bro,” he said. “My cock snot got on you. You need me to go grab you a tissue?”
The long strand had separated from his rod and plastered itself onto my dainty forearm. I swore I saw his dick bounce once or twice, like it was trying to squeeze out more juice. I felt like I wasn’t able to catch my breath; I wondered if I’d been holding it and not realized.