Chris's Work Week (hypno)
by z119z
© 2010
* Richard *
I always look forward to Mondays. That's the day Chris sends me a private email. Chris is the IT guy at work responsible for our department. There are five of us in accounting--myself, Mike, Kevin, David, and Allen. Thanks to Chris, we never have any computer problems.
As I said, I look forward to Mondays. Every Monday just before noon Chris sends me an email consisting of one word and a link to a password-protected private folder he's set up that's outside the surveillance system at work. Even so, just to be safe, I close the door to my office. I don't want anyone blundering in while I have the link open. If anyone knocks on the door, I will say that I worked late the night before and was taking a nap.
This week Chris's message read "Mario." That's all it said. All these private emails are like that--just a man's name. I clicked on the link and opened the folder. There were a dozen photos in all--shots of Mario from all angles. Chris and I have similar tastes in men. Both of us like big bodybuilders, and Chris found a great one this week. Mario didn't disappoint. Gorgeous body. Big everywhere, but especially through the thighs, which particularly appeals to me. Great definition. Incredible vascularity. There was one vein along his thigh--I swear it stuck out over a quarter-inch. Beautiful rounded butt with a deep crack. Not the best face, but you can't have everything. He was wearing posing briefs in all the shots, so I couldn't judge his endowment, but the bulge was promising. My cock nearly tore a hole in my pants it got hard so rapidly.
The link lasts only for ten minutes. Chris sets these folders to self-destruct. He calls them "Mr. Phelps files." I've tried to get him to extend the time, but he always laughs and says ten minutes is enough. Maybe he's right. Ten minutes is always enough to pique my interest. Yesterday when the pictures faded, I emailed him back, "Great pics. But you cut to the time to five minutes today. You owe me another five minutes, you bastard." That's sort of a joke between us.
Within seconds, he emailed back, "Would you like to meet Mario? Be at my place tonight at 8:00."
That's the other great thing about Chris. Not only is he a computer genius, but he knows all these bodybuilders. You wouldn't think it to look at him. He's just this ordinary looking guy--well, to be honest, he's your basic classic nerd--but he's friends with all these bodybuilders and porn stars. Of course, I emailed back immediately to accept. I always look forward to these Mondays at Chris's place.
It's a good thing no one else was with me in the car. I began to get excited as I was driving to Chris's house. It started as this tingling sensation just behind my balls, as if someone were stroking or licking that area. It's hard to keep within the speed limit when I go to visit Chris. I want so much to be there already and to meet "my man of the week," as Chris calls him. I have to take extra care when driving not to rush or pass everyone on the road. But it's difficult when it feels as if my briefs are massaging my cock and balls. By the time I arrived at Chris's, my cock was hard and I was oozing pre-cum. One of these nights, I'm going to shoot in my pants before I get there.
When Chris opened the door, he motioned me upstairs. "Go on up and get ready. Mario will be there in just a minute." I didn't need a second invitation. I took the stairs two at a time, pulling my T-shirt off as I raced into the bedroom. Behind me I could hear Chris locking the door and turning out the lights. But my entire focus was on Mario.
It took me just a few seconds to tear all my clothes off. I don't overdress for these nights at Chris's. I dove onto the bed and lay face up, ready for Mario. I could hear him walking up the steps. He turned the hallway light off. There was a pause and then he was standing in the doorway. God, he was beautiful. He stood there for several seconds, letting me enjoy the view. Then he began posing for me, flexing his muscles. He came closer and leaned over me. I put a hand on his biceps and he flexed it again, letting me feel the muscle move under the skin. I pressed down on the vein that runs along the front of the bicep and felt the pressure of the blood running through it. Mario moaned—very softly—but it was enough to send a bolt of pleasure running through me. I love it when they moan.
What really surprises me about all these musclemen that Chris finds for me is that they are total bottoms. Every last one of them! When Chris began introducing me to these guys every Monday, I thought they were all tops. But they are all like Mario. The guy's with me for two minutes and then he's kneeling beside the bed and begging me to let him have my cock.
I didn't keep him waiting. A good cocksucker is not something to waste. And man, could Mario suck cock. He seemed to read my mind. Everything he did just made me more and more excited. But my excitement didn't compare with his. He really enjoyed sucking my cock. In between bouts of deep-throating me, he told me over and over what a great cock I have. He was so skillful that he brought me to the edge over and over again. Just when I thought I couldn't hold out any longer and was getting ready to shoot, he would back off and do something else that would let me get myself under control again.
I couldn't keep my hands off him. This guy has a great body. So hard, so hot. Even now when I'm thinking about him, I'm getting excited again. And every time I touched him or stroked him, he got even more excited. Finally I reached behind his balls. He spread his legs for me, and I began fingering his crack. God, I've never heard anyone moan like that. He's begging me to fuck him. This big muscleman is begging me to fuck him. He gets on all fours before me on the bed and begs me to fuck him. "Just ram it into me," he shouts. "Take that big cock and ram it into me."
I'm standing there beside the bed, facing a big round ass. I mean, it's perfect. This guy's perfect. Thick muscular thighs, round firm glutes, a deep grove down the center of his back, wide shoulders, huge arms. His body is sweaty with excitement. And his face is turned toward me. And he's pleading, "Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me."
I put the head of my cock against his asshole and begin to push it in. God, was he tight. Even his asshole was muscular. Then, it's like he just sucks me into that tight hole. There's this intense pressure all up and down the shaft, like his ass just closed up tight around me. And then the suction begins, from the base of my cock up to the head, a wave of pressure pulling me in deeper and deeper.
All the time, Mario's moaning about how big I am, and what a great fucker I am. I love when guys are verbal. I like to know that the man appreciates what I'm doing. It spurs me on. Not that I need much spurring on with Mario. It's like this guy is fucking himself using my cock.
He turns me over onto my back and then impales himself on my cock. He's riding me up and down, and all the while he's moaning and shouting. There's this ecstatic look on his face. His muscles are all taut and quivering with excitement. Beads of sweat are running down his body. And then the groans start. It's like they're cumming from deep inside his body. I'm looking at his abs, and I can see my cock in his belly. Each time he rams himself down on my cock, I can see the outline of it pushing up through his gut. I can't take my eyes off of that. I get so excited, I want to shoot. I'm begging him now, begging him to let me shoot. But he won't. He keeps me fucking him. And his groans get louder and louder and finally he's shouting my name over and over. "Richard, Richard." And then there's this wild shriek that tears the cum right out of me. I must have spurted for two or three minutes. I couldn't stop.
And when I get finished, Mario says, "Just one more thrust. Just one, please." My hips shove upward into him one final time, and then he just collapses on top of me. I was so exhausted, I was in a stupor. After a while he gets off me. I can hear Chris's shower running. I think I fell asleep for a time after that. When I woke up, Mario was gone. I took a shower and got dressed and then went downstairs.
Chris was working at his computer. When he heard me, he turned around and said, "Everything all right?"
"Oh, yes," I said, "Everything's perfect."
He nodded and smiled, "Good. I'll see you again next Monday."
"Can't I come back tomorrow? Maybe Mario and I can . . ."
Chris laughed. I try that every week. "Nah, you know the rules. Just once a week. You've got to recharge."
I shrugged. You can't blame a guy for trying.
* Chris *
Chris stood up and stretched. God, my butt is sore, he thought, but Richard's worth it. Who would think such a plain-looking guy would have such a great cock? It had taken patience, but in the end Chris had been able to channel Richard's fixation on musclemen into his own personal Monday night ball games. Of course, many sessions had been required to bring Richard's cock under control. The guy had had that annoying tendency to cum after four or five strokes, but he was good for half an hour now. Chris had decided that longer than that, and he would risk permanent damage. And then there had been that inane patter Richard kept up about how much his imaginary partners wanted his cock. "Oh, you love my big cock, don't you, baby?" On and on and on in the same vein. It quickly got old. Well, I do want his cock, admitted Chris to himself. I just don't want to have to tell him that all the time. So now he hears all that inside his mind. He's happy. I'm happy. Man, am I happy with the way Richard has been developed.
Chris walked back to his computer and pulled up the file for tomorrow. A lovely young man for Allen. Cute little Allen, and his cute little ass that loved to be fucked. Playing with that small tight butt would more than make up for tonight's pounding. Chris double-checked the file. It was ready to go. He would email it to Allen tomorrow just before lunch. Allen was Tuesday night.
And what should he prepare for Kevin this week? Such an exciting young man. So many fetishes beneath that placid exterior. Chris began trolling websites looking for suitable pictures to arouse Kevin. Wednesday night was always interesting.
And then on Thursday, there was Mike, and on Friday, David.
It had been so easy to program them all. As the head of the IT department had told Chris on his first day at work, "Our job is to satisfy. Keep everyone happy. Give them what they want, and they'll give us what we want." Of course, what the head of the department wanted was less work and no complaints. But Chris had wants of his own that went beyond satisfied colleagues. As he frequently told the five members of the accounting department, "If you're satisfied, I'm satisfied." And he had his own ideas about keeping the five men happy. And happy they were. Chris's annual performances reviews always noted his dedication to his work and how pleased with his work all those he serviced were.
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