I had been working at this office for about 2 years now. I was friends with several of the girls that worked there, and it was an easy job. One day, one of my friends said her friend would be starting that day, his name was Jerry.
Jerry walked in and he was a large guy, tall and kind of chubby, more built though, with a bald head and some facial hair, a goatee. We talked and introduced ourselves, and he seemed like a good enough person. One night though (work let out around 10 pm) Jerry needed a ride home from work, and I offered to take him home.
It was just a normal car ride to his house, which wasn't a far drive. We talked and laughed about work, and I mentioned how I smoked weed. He said he smoked and would be down to smoke sometime. I laughed and said "cool." We kept talking about different things, Jerry mentioned he had to go home and watch some shows he had recorded. I dropped him off and we parted ways, making my way back to my house.
The next day, I picked up this girl to take to work (she lived close, good friend of mine, I took her to work most days) I mentioned how I took Jerry home last night, and she asked what I thought of him.
"Nothing, why? Seems like an alright guy."
"He's gay, you know," she said.
I didn't know. But, just then I had a flashback to last night, and how he mentioned that he was going home to watch recorded soap operas from earlier in the day. I thought it was just a quirky thing, but now it made sense. I was a raging bi-curious (it was something I was struggling with), I knew it, but I guess I had no gaydar, because I wouldn't have thought Jerry was gay.
And anyways, Jerry was a big guy, I didn't like big guys like that, did I? I really had no idea, I was actually kind of lost, struggling to find my sexual identity.
The next few days at work, things were normal like usual, but for some reason, I kept kind of a close eye on Jerry, just wondering what he was all about. I noticed his large hands making phone calls and it made me feel very shy for some reason. Sometimes, I would walk up and down the aisles at work, to pass out papers, and I would turn around and catch Jerry's eyes on me, on my ass, it's almost like I could feel his eyes on me before I turned around. It would send shivers down my spine and made me feel so vulnerable, so curious.
A few days of this went by, and then Jerry said he wouldn't have a ride for the night, and asked if I wouldn't mind giving him a ride home again. I said I didn't mind, but for some reason, my heart was jumping around inside. This wasn't like last time, just a casual car ride. Now I knew something about Jerry, and I had felt his eyes on me. My body felt warm and flushed, waiting for us to be released from work.
We got out and walked to my car, hitting the highway towards Jerry's house. This time though, I was nervous to say much. I did my best no focus on driving, and Jerry seemed to notice.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, just, long day at work, ha."
"Yeah, I understand, I was there." We laughed for a minute together and then there was silence. "If you want, you can come back to my house for a minute, smoke some weed to knock the stress off." My mouth went dry and my heart started thumping.
"Sure," I said, gripping the steering wheel. Jerry lit up a cig and I looked over at him, he seemed to be puffing it on it extra slow for some reason.
We went inside Jerry's house, and walked to his room. He had a small room with a bed next to a computer, and a computer chair. A full length mirror nearby. He motioned me to sit on the chair, and he sat on the bed, grabbing a bong. I didn't know what to say or do, I just sat there silently as Jerry packed up the bong.
We puffed the bong and passed it back and forth a few times. Jerry reached his arm in front of me, and grabbed the mouse, pulling up some videos on Youtube. His arm was across my chest as he did this, and I didn't want to move back and roll his foot over with the chair. I sat there, frozen as his big arm laid across my chest, pulling up some funny videos. I gulped, nervously. ('Is his cock that big?' Oh god, I shouldn't be thinking that).
"You ok?" Jerry asked, pulling his arm away.
"Yeah, just good weed, haha," I said, nervously.
"Ok..."
Jerry packed another bong and we smoked it down, watching random videos and laughing. At this point I was very high. I felt a sense of expectancy for some reason, not sure what was going to happen.
Jerry and I talked a little, and then he said something, "I can tell you're bi, or maybe even gay, aren't you?"
"What? No? What do you mean?"
"Come on, I see what I saw in myself when I was your age. (Jerry was about 5 years older than me.) Why else would you be over here?" My heart was pumping.
"Um, to smoke weed, ha."
"Oh, come on." Jerry rested his hand on the side of my chair, close to me. "Look, I won't make you do anything you don't want to do, you can leave whenever, but maybe..." When he said this, he began running a finger up and down my arm, giving me chills. "Maybe we can find out if you're gay, or bi, or whatever. I'll put on one or two of my favorite videos, and we'll see what happens down here."
Jerry grabbed my cock when he said this, lightly. The anticipation of everything going on though, my dick was already half hard, I don't think Jerry expected that. I moaned under his touch. "Oh, wow, looks like you're already halfway there, huh?"
"Um..." I didn't know what to say. Jerry removed his large hand, putting it back on the chair. My body was flushed and hot now, my dick growing.
"S..s..sure," I stuttered out, "Put on whatever you want."
Jerry laid his arm across my chest again, and moved the mouse to his "favorites" and pulled up a video. The video started off with two guys kissing, in basketball shorts, they were grabbing at each other's cocks. I had watched gay porn before, but never with another person nearby, nobody at all knew about my fantasies, until now.
The guys made out on the screen, moaning and kissing, and my dick began to grow so hard, harder than I'd felt it in a long time. It pressed up against my jean zipper, throbbing. I wanted to touch it badly, but I just sat there, letting it pulse in my jeans. I didn't know what to do.
I looked over and Jerry was slightly reclined on the bed, he was reaching down and gently touching his cock through his shorts. I could see the outline of his bulge, and oh my god, it was just like Jerry, so big and thick, it was massive! I quickly shot my eyes back at the screen, imagining what Jerry's cock looked like under those shorts.
"It's ok, you can touch yourself if you want, it feels really nice," Jerry laid his hand back on my arm as he said this.
"O...ok, sure," I said back. Jerry removed his hand and began to softly stroke himself, through his shorts. I looked over and caught another glimpse, his dick was growing so massive through his shorts. The pornography was background noise at this point, I was so focused on the situation, on Jerry and my own aching cock.
I obeyed Jerry and reached down, lightly rubbing my erection through my jeans. I was surprised at how hard my dick felt, throbbing hard. And slowly, I rubbed my cock, my eyes darting from the porn, to Jerry, to my own lap and growing erection.
"Are you getting turned on?" Jerry asked, sweetly.
"Yeah, yeah I am, actually, very much." I didn't want to look at Jerry, my eyes downward, watching myself rub my cock through my jeans. I wanted to unzip my pants, to hold my cock in front of Jerry.
"Good," he said in response. "It's ok, you can take your dick out, look, I'm going to."
I looked over at Jerry and he pulled his shorts down, just enough to let his massive cock free. I gasped as soon as I saw it. It was such a thick cock, not too long, but girthy and thick. Little veins ran up and down the side, and it was red from being so erect. I only saw it for a second, but I took in every detail, then shot my eyes back at the porno, the one guy was now sucking the other guy's dick now, both of them moaning. 'Oh god,' I thought to myself.
"Wow, you're cock is big," I said, my eyes down, ashamed, horny.
"Ha, well thank you." I turned towards Jerry and our eyes met, his large hand gripping his even larger cock.
"Go ahead, pull your dick out." Jerry placed his hand on my arm again, I loved the feeling. "Unless you're scared."
"No, I...I..."
"Here, let me help." Jerry leaned forward and grabbed hold of the zipper on my jeans. I sat, frozen, my mouth hung open, breathing heavy. He slowly moved my zipper down, and lightly reached his hand in, pulling my cock out. I had to readjust and thrust myself to get my dick out of the zipper opening, it was so hard.
"Oh god," I softly moaned at his touch. My cock sprang up, and Jerry moved his hand back, slowly tracing it up my leg and against my arm again.
My dick was now raging hard, bursting out of the opening in my jeans, I was in a state of crazed lust as I looked down at it, throbbing hard, precum on my tip.
"Go ahead, touch it. For not being gay, you sure are hard."
I laughed softly, and moved my hand down, gripping my hard dick. It felt so good, I was so exposed in front of Jerry, and his massive cock, but at the same time, comfortable, for the first time in a while. I had never been intimate with anybody like this, at least, not another guy. I glanced at him and he was so hard, hard because of me being here, it turned me on even more.
But this was all so new to me, I was lost in my desire. I didn't know exactly what to do, and so I softly stroked and gripped at my cock, my eyes going from the porn to Jerry.
"Yeah, that's right. You have a nice cock."
"Thank you," I said, more and more turned on every time he spoke to me, my dick in my hand.
"Does it turn you on that I'm here, so close to you?"
