After years of reading your stories, I decided to publish mine for the first time. I welcome all feedback :)
The office decided to hold an event to welcome the new interns, who had joined the company for the next four months. We settled on a cheap but unremarkable bar close to the office that had a good deal for Happy Hour, and we all headed there after work. I had a few rounds of beer, talking to most of the new hires, and then I decided to break the seal and made my way to the bathroom.
As I was finishing up, I heard the bathroom's door open and someone rushing into the urinals before I could even open the door of my stall. "Someone's in a hurry" I thought to myself, opening the door and heading towards the sink. In the reflection of the mirror I saw who needed relief so badly - it was Moe, one of the new interns newly joint to our team, a quiet guy who mostly kept to himself. Moe was chosen for his brilliant academic record and apparent eagerness to learn, but I had to admit, his looks didn't hurt at all when making the hiring decision. He was a tall man of Middle Eastern descent (Lebanese, as I later learned), with unruly curly black hair, deep blue eyes, a long slim nose and full red lips. He clearly worked out, but he was still in his early twenties and his muscles were not overly big, and despite his good looks he had a certain shyness that made him blush every time I or any of the other directors spoke to him. I had made my best to talk to the interns on my team, but I hadn't had the opportunity to approach Moe yet, and he seemed to be doing his best avoiding any circle I was in.
I was washing my hands when I saw it through the reflection - the cock that had been letting out a potent stream of piss for the last 30 seconds. I did a double take, that was one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen: although soft, it was already about 6 inches long and thick like a can, with a big mushroom head at the end of a veiny shaft. Moe saw me looking and he blushed, then prudishly moved, blocking my view.
"Damn, son, you better put that thing away before you poke someone's eyeball out", I smiled at him, teasing him. My comment had the intended effect as I saw his blush deepening, however he didn't say anything, rushing to put his magnificent cock back in his pants. He turned towards the door behind me.
"Hey, Moe, right? Sorry buddy I didn't want to make you uncomfortable". I said in a friendly tone. He looked at me, his blue eyes nervously looking around. At 5'11, I was slightly shorter than him, but I worked out 5 times a week and was what one may call "beefy": my arms were and legs were satisfactorily thick, and I made sure to keep my ass big and round, but what made me truly proud were my meaty, ample pecs, covered with a layer of fur that was visible in my shirt. I could see Moe's eyes darting around, stopping for half a second on my tits, his face still red with embarrassment.
"You... uh... you didn't, Mr. Spencer, I was just not expecting... uh... to see you in here. I'm sorry you saw that".
"Don't be sorry, son, I'm sure you get a lot of compliments on that tool. Probably makes a lot of girls happy...or guys". I winked.
He looked away at that comment, his face a deep re. "Is it that obvious?" he asked, mortified. "I'm not out at work yet, I don..."
"No Moe, it's not obvious." I said, putting my hand on his shoulder reassuringly, "just a lucky guess on my end. Hey, it's okay, son, you got a big cock, it's logical that it makes people happy." His eyes were glued to my hand on his shoulder, as if it was burning him. "I know for sure a big dick makes me happy" I chuckled.
His eyes opened, shocked, and he looked at me. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.
"What, you're surprised?" I said, playfully outraged. I lowered my voice. "Oh, I do love them big and thick, just like yours" He was avoiding eye contact, but I noticed there was some evident movement in his tight pants. "Oh, you like the idea of me sucking cock?" I growled and stepped forward, entering his personal space.
"N-no, Mr. Spencer, th-that's not..." He stammered.
My face was so close to him, I wanted my breath to caress his ear as I whispered to him. "You're thinking of me on my knees, getting a thick load on my face? Maybe you're thinking of my big muscle pecs, coated in cum?". I was getting horny with the dirty talk, and I could see him getting harder as well. "Come on, you can give them a feel. I bet you want to" I said, unbuttoning my shirt and taking his hand into mine, placing it on my meaty pec. He was still blushing, but he wasn't moving away. His fingers started to trace my skin timidly, as if afraid that a brusque movement would make me end it.
I let him caress me for a moment, but having my nipples worked out was making me even more horny and I needed cock. "I want to see your cock again, boy. Take it out" I whispered, using the same stern tone I used on my team when I needed my instructions obeyed.
He looked at the door, nervous, but slowly started complying. He unbuttoned his pants and took his cock out, letting me admire it from up close. It was completely hard now, a good 9 inches, with a beautiful vein running along his shaft and a nice set of heavy balls under it. Moe manscaped, leaving just a trimmed bush atop his big cock.
I gulped - it truly was a perfect specimen. It looked delicious, with his thick vein on the side and his giant mushroom head proudly standing up. I put my hand on it, and without breaking eye contact I started stroking him. His eyes rolled back, and he left a small moan. He pinched my nipple with his fingers, becoming more adventurous.
"So? Did you? Did you picture me on my knees, sucking you off? Deepthroating this thick dick?"
"I...I did...I imagined you, M-M-Mr. Spencer..."
