“Let’s… let’s just finish up. Accidents happen, I guess. I can wipe it off in a minute.”
I switched to Archer’s other behemoth thigh. He hadn’t been expecting it; he twisted his body as he looked down at me again.
THWAP!
His cock made an audible noise as it smacked against my cheek. Its strength had nearly caused me to lose my balance on my knees. I had to grab onto his leg to steady myself.
“Shit, B! My bad! This thing always seems to be getting in my way.”
I could still feel its warmth against my cheek even after he’d repositioned himself so it wasn’t touching me. I wanted to reach out and grab it with my slippery hands. I wanted to slide them up and down over his meat stick.
Maybe I can? No, I’m sure I can. I just have to say that I had forgotten to apply the antibacterial lotion there yesterday, but we needed to follow instructions more thoroughly today. I felt the words trying to form in my mouth; they were like marbles rolling around on my tongue.
No, no. That’s too messed up. He may be a dumb jock… and he probably would have beat my nerd ass if he went to my school… but I can’t do it. I thought about the Gandalf figurine sitting over on the desk.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “I didn’t mean to almost poke your eye out.”
“I think it’s too big to fit in my eye socket,” I said drolly.
“Huh?”
My cock continued to vibrate as I applied the last of the lotion to his left thigh. I felt so intensely horny. I realized that his cock slapping my face was the first hard unit I’d ever felt. A small pearl had formed where the long strand had been. Does… does he like this as much as I do? No! No, a guy like Archer could never like a guy like me touching him. He’d put me in a coma if he knew I was gay after I’ve been touching him like this.
“I… I think that’s it. All finished for today.”
“Thanks, buddy. I better go wipe down my faucet there and change into my uniform so we can get started.”
The muscle-bound simpleton made his way towards the bathroom. I glanced down at the sticky cobweb of pre-cum that was still plastered on my forearm. I heard the water rushing out of the tap in the other room. The image of Archer’s dripping massive rod overpowered my mind. I stuck out my tongue. I wanted to know what it was like. I slowly lapped up the fluid in one swiping motion. It carried the faintest hint of salinity; my tastebuds tingled as it processed something completely novel.
“B! My uniform’s not back here.”
Oh, yeah. I hadn’t been able to get it from the supply closet and hang it on the bathroom door since he’d arrived earlier than me. “Just a minute. I’ll go grab it for you.”
I made my way towards the small closet in which I’d stashed it the previous night. My tongue kept darting around inside of my mouth, trying to keep the taste of him alive. I searched for any little bit of the fluid that could have become trapped between my gums.
A desire I’d never known enveloped me. I’d always been so good at telling myself not to want anything. I’d never learned what it was like to feel so much lust – so much passion.
“Got some bad news,” I announced, as I walked back into the main area where Archer had re-emerged. “Mr. Evans sent all the unforms off for cleaning.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah, I had no clue. He must have thought you’d taken yours home with you.”
Archer shook his head. He looked upset, like he was worried that Mr. Evans was going to be pissed off. I had a hard time focusing on his expression though since his boner was still jutting out in front of him.
“I think I have a solution though. We’ve already got you cleaned up, so you’re not a risk for contaminating the food.”
“So, I should just wear my normal clothes?”
“Well, those haven’t been decontaminated. It’s just your body that’s had the antibacterial applied to it. I guess – technically – you’d be allowed to work naked.”
“That’s great! You’re a lifesaver, B! I thought I was going to have to just not work today, and I really need the cash.”
I knew in my heart that it was stupid. How do I explain this to Mr. Evans if he decides to drop by?
He never ‘drops by,’ I reassured myself. Maybe I was tempting myself – like Eve curiously spending time near the one tree she was forbidden to eat from – but looking never hurt anyone.
“I’d better at least put on my jock though,” Archer said with giggle. “Pretty sure this is a safety hazard or something.”
I didn’t stop him. I knew I’d be able to see his dick again the next shift during our inspection. I figured it was probably better to not have it distract me all evening. I could be happy enough perving out on his jacked torso and bubble butt.
The rest of the shift was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Archer was so completely comfortable just gallivanting around in practically nothing. I would have died of embarrassment if I’d been in the same position. He also didn’t seem to mind me staring at him. He seemed to have no idea that another guy might see him as a sexual object. To him, I was just another bro.
I did find reasons to touch him, though. I’d steady myself by grabbing onto his bicep while I reached for something behind him. I’d wipe away some imaginary dust from his abs. I even threw caution to the wind after he’d successfully loaded the last of the shipping orders on their pallet. I slapped him on the ass in the way I’d seen at football games and told him, “Nice job.” He seemed so proud of himself that it kind of made me proud of him, even though it wasn’t an actual accomplishment.
After the shift ended, I jerked off that night thinking about my dumb jock. I looked at the photos I’d taken and imagined what his skin tasted like. Is it just a little salty, like the splatter I lapped up? I started running my tongue over the place on my forearm where he’d marked me, trying to remember the exact flavor. I shot one of the biggest loads of my life a few minutes later.
The next day, I didn’t hang the uniform on the bathroom door again. Archer wasn’t at all fazed when I told him that the cleaners could take up to a week to return them. I think he was just happy that I hadn’t told Mr. Evans that he lacked the outfit that was needed for him to do his job.
I had just as much fun applying the lotion all over his body. I still felt the same mixture of nervousness, excitement, and horniness. Archer, however, seemed to have gotten over any embarrassment he’d felt. He acted like he was just fucking around with another dude in the locker room.
“Spill on aisle eleven,” he cackled when a spurt of pre-cum splattered down onto of his right foot.
The only time he seemed remotely pulled out of his perpetual happy-go-lucky state was when I massaged his hole with my fingertip. He was too focused on suppressing his moans to make small talk or joke around. That was probably when I most enjoyed myself. I loved pulling the cooing noises from deep inside of him. I liked feeling powerful.
We were about halfway through the shift when it happened. He’d been loading a plastic bottle of a specialty glaze that was meant to be applied to the cake it was shipped with after it had arrived. The bottle slipped from his hand and exploded on the edge of the countertop. A tidal wave of sugary liquid collided with his chest and flooded down, soaking the pouch of his jock strap.