Author's note: This is a fictional story that includes sexual themes. The sexual descriptions in this story take place between adult characters aged 18 or older.
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I had only worked at Brothers American Gas for about three months before my co-worker Helen started really opening up to me. She and I shared a small, single-window office that faced the side of the property; the two of us were the entirety of the Brothers customer service department.
"I could really use a good fuck go get me out of this Monday funk, how about you?" Helen popped her head up from behind the monitor, her greying-blonde hair crowning a sly grin and a pair of mischievous blue-grey eyes under heavy eyeliner. I smiled back, trying to hide my slight blush at the sudden remark (although the remark certainly wasn't out of character for her, especially lately).
"You have no idea." I avoided eye contact, thinking about William back at home. I haven't yet broached the subject of my boyfriend, if you could call him that. We got closer after the first two times we fucked. We still fuck, and he gets me off one way or another, but I'm still not getting the satisfaction I need. After graduation, we both moved into a small rental one town over. He goes to school online and works part-time from home, while I'm stuck looking at propane orders and, thanks to Helen, fantasizing about getting pounded.
Lance, our new inventory lead popped his head sideways through the doorway before walking the rest of his body into the frame. He was a tall man probably in his late twenties, always joking around, slightly doughy in the middle, but kept it together well enough that he looked fairly slim when he bothered to dress a little nicer than usual. I lost several pounds after graduating and found myself starting to pay a little more attention to others' bodies as a result.
"Afternoon, ma'am. Afternoon, ma'am. Some scan forms for the both of you." He sauntered into the room, tipped his imaginary cowboy hat, and flopped the short stack of papers on Helen's desk before sauntering backwards out the door again. Naturally, Helen and I both humored the poor guy with a, "Thank you kindly," but we were both preoccupied with something a lot more intriguing than his cheesy western affect.
"Oh my God, Julia, did you see his dick?" Helen whispered loudly before tip-toeing over to gently close and lock the office door. "He was side-piping like I've never seen, and I don't even think he was hard!" I nodded, the image of his thick cock pressed between his thigh and his form-fitting khakis still fresh in my mind. "Ooh, I bet he's uncircumcised, don't you bet? Maybe we could convince a guy to take a peek for us at the urinal, huh?" She let out a youthful yet devilish giggle, fanning herself for effect.
"How can you even tell? It's not like he took it out; he wasn't even in the room for more than a minute."
"Oh honey, believe me, when a circumcised guy is side-piping, you'll know. The ridge of his glans shows through and it's practically a dick billboard." She leaned back in her chair and let out a soft, slightly quivering sigh, seemingly lost in fantasy for a moment.
"I don't know," I paused, suddenly embarrassed about William, although not sure why, "My boyfriend is cut and I've never seen anything like that before." Helen perked back up at the mention, leaned in with a mischievous grin, resting her elbows on the desk.
"Boyfriend? You've never said a word about having a boyfriend; how long has this been going on?" I blush hard, but dish most of the story behind William and me, the time we fucked at the school and how I came on his chest. I didn't mention my issues with his little prick or the day Greg came over and I fucked them both. Still, she had a proud look about her, as if she knew something about me that I didn't.
"Well, color me surprised, Julie. Here I was thinking I'd have to get you together with little Scotty!" Scott was Helen's son, who just turned 18 almost two weeks ago. I've never met him, but sometimes he drives his mom to work and back, and I've caught a glimpse through the window. He's pale, almost pinkish-white with ragged, wavy near-black hair.
"Already trying to stick him with some poor girl, huh?" I smirk and she matches my expression, blushing herself for the first time since I started working there.
"Actually, lately I've been keeping him for myself." She notices my look of confused intrigue, and leans in a little closer, lowering her voice. "I know I should feel horrible about this, but...I had sex with Scotty, and it was fantastic."
"Oh...wow, uh...when did all this happen?" I was stunned, but intensely curious about the taboo of it all.
"Well, it's a little complicated, but we've actually done it four times now. Now I know what you're thinking, but hear me out! I haven't been taken care of in that way since before his father passed away. He wanted Scott to look like him down there, you know, but I insisted that we leave our son intact, at least until he was old enough to make that decision for himself." She paused to fan her face a bit and compose herself. "Well...long story short, I caught a glimpse of him drying off after a shower Monday night, saw all that luscious skin drooping off the end of his tool...it almost looked a little goofy, but my curiosity got the better of me, and I guess you could say the rest is history."
My jaw had dropped as she dished her story, turning into a slight grin once it clicked in my mind what she was saying.
"Wait, so are you saying you fucked your son four times in two days? And this was all because of his foreskin? What...h-how good was it?"