Warehouse Boys

By Michael

Published on Apr 10, 2018

Gay

I slept like baby Monday night and woke up feeling satisfied. Jack wants me to swing by his house later tonight, so that will be 3 straight days and 3 straight cocks. The thought left a perma-smile on my face, which I noticed when I shaved before leaving for work. I grabbed my shit, Jeff's laptop and a coffee cup made for travel. I was alone in the warehouse til 8am when everyone else would show up, I liked the quiet and probably got more work done in that first hour than I will the rest of the day. Jeff was normally the first guy to appear for the blue collared crew and today was no different. I could hear a garage door open, so I grabbed his computer and headed down the stairs.

"Jeff...Is that you?" I yelled from the bottom step.

"Yup...Good morning Scotty...Glad you felt up to coming in today" I heard him say as he rounded a tall stack of boxes.

"Oh...There you are...I brought your laptop just as you asked" I said heading toward him.

Jeff stood where he was and watched as I walked to him. Judging by the grin it wasn't hard to imagine what he was thinking about and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't having visions of the same event. It took what felt like an hour to cross the building under Jeff's sinister gaze.

"Here you are...Don't worry I never turned it on" I said handing him the small computer.

"It's fucking locked anyway dummy" He said snatching it from my grip.

"Sorry about the whole thing...I should have never taken it" I told him.

"Forget about it...How's your sore throat mending?" He said with a smile.

"Much better today...Chace stopped by yesterday and nursed me back to health" I said.

"You might have things a liitle backwards there...I mean from what I hear" Jeff stated laughing.

"HaHaHa...Funny" I said shyly.

"Chace texted me the moment he left your place yesterday to thank me for the hook-up" He told me.

"Of course he did...You fucking straight guys...I'm surprised he didn't swing by your place afterward to exchange a quick high five with ya" I stated.

"It's to far out of his way, but the first chance we get, it'll happen" Jeff said laughing.

"Funny today aren't you...Hey Jeff I wanted asked you something?" I said.

"No...I haven't shown the other guys your picture...I thought it over and don't want to spread you out to thin...Just Chace and I...Oh and speak of the devil himself" Jeff said.

I looked to the open bay door and in strolled Chace. He b-lined right at Jeff with and an arm extended over head and when they were close enough, surer than shit a big clap echoed through the quiet facility.

"Thanks again Bro..I fucking needed that Dude" He said not even acknowleging I was present.

"It's the unwritten guy pact..right?" Jeff said to Chace.

"To fucking true Dude" Chace said as he finally turned in my direction.

"Oh hey there Scotty...I almost didn't recognize you without a cock in your mouth" He said to after looking around to be sure no one was listening.

"Great...Just what this place needs another comedian...Good morning Chace" I said turning to head back to my office.

"Oh and a good morning it is...I feel like a new man" Chace stated.

I could hear them talking about me while I treked across the concrete.

"Hey Scotty before you take off...Something got fucked up in receiving yesterday...When they get here could go see if you can figure shit out?" Jeff asked.

"Yup..I sure can..let me know when some one shows up" I said as the door closed behind me.

I looked over the numbers from the prior day and I've already solved the issue, but it needs to be corrected on the other end as well.

"Tin is here if ya wanna head down" Jeff texted.

Tin was a nickname, His actual name is Nick and I have absolutely no clue why they call him Tin. He was the one guy that worked here who was shorter than myself. Nick stood at 5'6" and I may only be an inch taller, but every inch counts as they say. Nick usually wore a wife beater and every bit of exposed skin is covered by one tattoo or another. I wouldn't say he was skrawny, but he wasn't overly built either. His umkempt beard has long since run wild on his face, but I was fairly certain there was a decent looking guy underneath.

"Morning Nick...its' allright if I call you that right?" I asked.

"You can me whatever you'd like...I just may not fucking answer to it...I've gone by Tin for so fucking long now my god given name doesn't catch my ear..Ya know?" Nick replied.

"Tin it is then...How did you end up with a nickname like Tin anyway?...I'm just wondering" i asked him.

"Some chick gave me the name in highschool and it fucking stuck..Ya know?" Tin replied.

"You log on yet?...I'm gonna need access to your software" I said looking him over.

Tin was sexy in his own thugish kind of way and the heavy southern accent added to the effect. I've never quite gotten the buzzed head and overgrown beard thing, but it some how worked for him. I watched Tin finger the keys one at a time to sign in.

"There you go Scott...Fucking have at it Bro" He said and left the space behind the desk vacant for me.

It took all of 2 minutes to rectify the problem, I probably could have pulled it off in 1 if I weren't watching Tin with one eye.

"Okay Tin...You should be good to go...I left my cell number on the desk if you have anymore issues the fastest way to get me is through a text" I said to him.

"K Bro...Thanks man" He replied.

When I got back to office space Sue and April were both at thier desks. Sue is a total bitch, but April and I got along pretty well. We were close in age and shared some common likes. April and I would do most things together at work, including breaks and lunch.

"Morning Scotty...Feeling better?" April asked.

"I am thank you for asking" I replied to her.

April did the day to day stuff, I primarly did payroll and inventory and who the fuck knows what Sue does at the other end of the room. I entered the last bit of data from Sundays count and prayed it would all blalance out and happily it did, zeros across the board.

"I don't know about you, but I need a break" I said to April.

"God I thought you'd never ask...Let's get some fresh air" She replied.

There was a picnic table underneath a huge oak at the back of our lot, We usually ate our lunches there and occasionally breaks as well.

"Hey April I've been wondering about something..Maybe you can crack the riddle?" I asked her.

"If I can..I will..What's on your mind?" She asked in return.

"You know Nick in receiving?" I asked her.

"Who?" She replied in a dumbfounded tone.

"The tatted guy with the beard" I answered.

"Oh...You mean Tin...Yes I know who he is" April said.

"I was wondering where the nickname came from...I asked him and he claims to not remember, but my gut told me that was a lie" I asked her.

"Scott you fit in so well around here...Sometimes I forget you didn't grow up here, otherwise you'd know" She answered.

"Know what?" I asked her again.

"Tin is the shortened version..Through high school he was known as Ten Inch Nick" April said.

"How does a guy get a nickname like that?" I asked her.

"Really?...Let's just say he was very popular with the slutty girls" She answered laughing.

"No fucking way!!...a little guy like that?...Are you saying he's got ten inches between his legs?" I rattled out quickly.

"Well that's the rumor...I wouldn't know from experience, but I'm inclined to believe it" April replied.

"Holy shit...I'm in fucking awe" I said.

"I see that twinkle in your eye Scott...You can just go ahead and give up on that fantasy...Tin is ultra straight and you don't have a snowball's chance in hell" She said.

"You never know...I could tell you some stories, but I'm not the gossiping type" I said to April.

"Scott break time is over...We should head back before Sue loses her shit" April stated rising to her feet.

There's absolutely no chance I'd be able to think about anything else in the near future. It's funny how new information can alter previous thoughts. Two hours ago I thought Tin was a decent looking guy and now I find him irresistible. I ditched April for lunch and grabbed my lunch box headed to delivery docks. Tin was alone and eating something that looks like it was once sandwich.

"Hey Tin...Not having any computer problems again are ya?" I asked Tin.

"Nope...fucking thing is working like a champ" He said before shoving the wad of mangled food in to his mouth.

"Mind If I join you for lunch?" I asked before heading any further.

"K Dude, but I thought you and the girls did a thing everyday" He replied.

"Not today...You here by yourself today?" I asked him.

"Look around...You see any one" He replied.

I sat quiety and ate my PBJ. Tin finished up whatever the fuck it was he was eating, Hung his feet of the dock and layed back on the filthy floor. His baggy shorts held few secrets, Tin had a fair amount of junk stuffed in to his underwear.

"April enlightened me about your nickname" I just blurted out.

"Oh fucking thank Christ, I was worried that there was one person in town that didn't fucking know...Now I'll be able to sleep tonight" Tin barked at me.

"Sorry...Didn't think it would be a big deal" I said softly.

"Oh it's a fucking big deal all right...Ask around" He said sitting up.

"Sorry..Maybe I should take off" I said gathering up my lunch.

"Scott can you began to imagine how fucking tuff it is to find a nice girl when every slut in a five fucking mile radius is after big cock?" He asked me While he adjusted his package.

"No...I guess I can't...I've never had that problem..I'm average sized" I answered him.

"It's fucking impossible" He said next.

"How would you desribe a "nice girl" Tin?" I asked.

"I dunno...For starters a nice girl wouldn't expect cock on the first date...You know of any?" He responded.

"Sorry all my female friends are married...You ever think about trying a dating site or something?" I asked him.

"I tried to set up a profile, but couldn't figure the shit out" He said.

"I'm pretty computer savvy...I could help ya out there" I offered.

"Really man thanks, but I'd need to get some good pics too" He added.

"Your in luck..I'm also pretty handy with my camera" I added.

Maybe you could head over to my trailer after work and we could get this shit rolling Bro" He said with clear look of optimism.

"Damn...I have plans this evening, but Wednesday night would work for me" I said.

"Sweet...I'll buy the beer Dude" Tin said as he got up to get back to things.

I guess I could have just bailed on Jack, but he was a sure thing and Tin from what I can tell is honestly just looking for some internet help. I finished up the days work, ate some dinner and waited for 10pm. I was instructed to sit in the woods and wait for him to open the cellar door, that was my cue. The dimly lit basement had little in it other than the old sofa where Jack waited buck-assed naked for me. Little talk was exchange and I assumed the position.

"Thata boy...You know what to do" Jack said as guided his pole in to my mouth.

With Jack things are always cut and dry, I get him off as fast as I can and leave.

I bobbed on Jack's pipe trying to make as little noise as possible.

"Oh fuck yeah boy...Get it" Jack said quietly.

This went on for a few more minutes til I could feel he was getting close. Then what happened next was completely out of the norm. Jack lifted me off his cock by my hair and kept me at arms length while he stroked his pipe.

"I didn't appreciate you opening your fucking mouth about our arrangement, so tonight as punishment no fucking nut for you" Jack stated as he shot his hot load on to his stomach.

"I'm sorry bout that Jack...I didn't have a choice...I was backed in to a corner" I replied.

"Don't fucking lie...Jeff told everything...You spit out my name hoping it would get you on his cock and judging by the pic Jeff sent me, it worked" Jack stated.

"It's all true...I'm so sorry" I said to Jack.

"You sure are...what the fuck are you still doing here...We're done here...OUT!!" He barked.

I thought about Jack's word the whole trip home and he was right, Iam pretty sorry, but there was no way to be the hungry cocksucker I'd become and remorseful at the same time. So I chose the the first option.

I arrived at work my usual hour early Wednesday morning and per the norm the place was silent. Payday was this Friday, so I got to entering the crews hours. I heard footsteps crossing in the darkness and I got up to throw the lights on.

"Jeff that you?..your earlier than usual" I said over the PA speaker.

The foot steps were coming up the stairway now and when they sounded like they reached the top I turned to see a clean shaven Tin standing on the other side of the glass. I waived him in.

"Morning Scott" He spoke first.

"Got yourself a new look going there I see" I said admiring the handsome face that just yesterday was completely hidden.

"Yeah...I looked in the fucking mirror when I got home yesterday and thought maybe a more polished appearance might attract some fucking nice girls" He replied.

Jeez not only did he look different, he also sounded a little different as well.

"We still on for tonight?" Tin asked.

"I'm game if you are" I answered.

"Great Dude...I want to ask a favor while no one is around...We're about the same size you think I could borrow some of your nice digs for the pictures" He asked.

"What?" I replied.

"My bad...Can I wear some of your clothes for the pics?...I ain't got much to pick from" Tin asked.

"I gotta stop and grab my gear anyway...What look you going for?" I asked in return.

"What ever you think, but nothing fucking pink" He replied.

"You got my number if you think of anything else, just ask" I said to him.

"Thanks Scotty...I'll talk at you later" He said and took the steps two at a time.

I fully expected the day to creep by, but it didn't. 3:50pm almost time to take off. I logged off, shut down my system and punched out. I headed home to rifle through my closet for something that might look good on Tin. This was more difficult than I thought it might be, Since I personally felt he might look best in absolutely nada.

I got a text from Tin it read "4:20pm...I just remembered you have no fucking clue where I roost...County rd. 5 west 2 miles, left at the liqour store 4 miles, after the road turns to dirt fourth driveway on the left, Go slow coming down the hill. if you see a blue trailer with four cars parked around it than your in the right place".

I responded "Got it...Just grabbing my equipment and some preppy shit for ya and I'll be on my way".

Tin sent "4:28 nothing to fucking faggy please...I'm trying to get girls not gays..LOL".

His last message almost had me rethinking what I was getting myself in to, but he clearly thought I was straight and maybe I'd be able to sneek a peek while he was changing. I think straight guys are pretty comfortable naked around other straight guys...right?

I found his poor excuse for a driveway and slowly maneuvered the tight turns. The four vehicles on his property were in various states of repair, in fact the only one the looked remotely drivable was the black truck he rolled around in. I popped the trunk and grabbed the duffle bag and camera case. I could hear a voice in the near distance.

"Dude...How you like my fucking little piece of heaven" Tin said walking toward me.

I closed the trunk to make eye contact before answering. Tin was strutting his shit in my direction, those baggy ass shorts and a beer in each hand. I've seen him at work in a tight wife beater on almost a daily basis, but the site of his shirtless upper torso was quite fucking hot. The same type of tattoo's that ran along his arms covered his mid-section, pictures of women and cars littered his tight chest and stomach. There was just a hint of a four letter word in fancy Italic font peeking above his waistband. Tin must have seen me trying to make out what it said. With both thumbs He lowered his shorts to bring it in to view. H-U-N-G it read, I might have guessed.

"Of course that's what it says" I said trying to keep my eys in check.

"I got this fucker when I was 15yo...Shit I was only 8 inches then" Tin said amusing himself.

He extended the arm containing an unopened can "Thanks Nick...It's all right if I call you by your christian name I hope" I said to him.

"Sure...maybe you could talk the rest of town in to the same fucking thing...I'm tired of the Tin thing" He replied.

Nick generously helped me with my stuff. The inside of his trailer didn't quite match what he had going on outside, it was tidy and clean, but as you might imagined not the slightest hint of style. Mis-matched old furniture, ugly brown wall to wall carpet and tan colored simulated wood wall covering. The only thing that was from the current decade was a huge TV hagning on the wall.

"Make yourself at home Bro...How you wanna do this?" He asked.

"Huh?" I asked.

"The pictures Dude...inside?...or do you think some nature shit would be better?" Nick asked.

"What ever you think...What kind of girls you trying to attract?" I asked him.

"You know...Nice ones... And if they had big tits it would be a plus...I love watching some big titties bounce around when they're riding my horse cock" He said laughing to himself.

"I thought you were serious about this?" I asked.

"Iam fucking serious...I'm fucking serious horny today" Nick answered.

"Maybe after our lil photo shoot I'll call some sluts up" He said.

I just ignored the unappealling proposition "Dig through My clothes and pick something out" I said to him.

I watched as Nick held different items up to his body for visual reference and of course he solicited my humble opinion.

"What ya think Dude?...white shorts and this green shirt with the scrolly shit on it?" He asked.

"Paisley...The scrolly stuff is called paisley" I corrected him.

"Whatever the fuck...Is it a good combo or not?" He asked again.

"I've worn that outfit many times, but I might look different on you...Try it on" I answered him.

"Scott...guys don't say outfit...That's chick lingo" He said sliding an arm in to each sleeve.

"Buttoned all the way? or halfway...I don't want to hide all my art work" He asked.

"Go try the shorts on and we can decide about the buttons later" I said looking him over.

I thought he might head for the bathroom, but that's not what straight guys do in the company of thier own. He turned his back to me and stepped out of the dingy tan shorts, His ass was well muscled. I figured with all the fucking this hung stud was doing a well toned backside had to be a welcome side effect. As he lifted his legs, one foot at a time in to the shorts I got a great view of some monster nuts. It was clear the shorts were going to be a bit more snug on him than they were on me and he had to put some work in getting them past his bubbled to perfection ass. If all the stuffing that was going on out of view was an indicator, there was certainly going to a sizable package on display soon. Nick finished dressing himself and turned to collect my thoughts.

"What ya fucking think Dude?" He asked lifting up the shirt so I could check out the shorts.

"You know what I think...I think a pic of you in those shorts will have a line all the way up your ragged driveway" I answered.

"Huh?" He said.

"Your junk is occupying every bit of available real estate and don't look now, but your pole is about to peek out...Maybe not the right pic for a dating site" I answered.

"Yeah I think your right...Don't want to send the wrong fucking message...You know onetime I thought it would be a good Idea to post an ad on Craigslist...The title caught a ton of views...It said "Hung looking for head" and I attached a picture of my cock...You wouldn't fucking believe the offers...The highest bidder was a old guy two counties over he offered to pay me 200 bucks to swallow my seed" Nick said much to my surprise.

"So what did spend the money on?" I asked laughing.

"Fuck you...Nothing against fags, you know what they say right?, but I'm not driving an hour to get dick sucked by some old queer, not even for some green" Nick replied.

"What do you mean?..you know what they say?" I asked already knowing the answer, I just really wanted to hear him say it.

"You know...faggots give the best skull and are supposed to be pretty fucking good with big shit" He responded stearnly.

"Yeah...I guess I have heard that...You think it's true? or urban legend?" I asked Nick.

"I can't speak from experperience, but I got a buddy who claims to be an expert on cocksuckers and he told one time when he was shithoused that no chick has ever been as good as the faggot he fed all through college and as a fucking bonus the queer couldn't get enough log" Nick said.

I could tell all this talk was making Nick hornier than ever, His cock was a good 2 inches out the short leg. I couldn't help myself and he caught me checking him out.

"Ever seen any shit that fucking big before?" He asked very casually.

forgetting for a moment where I was and who I was with, I answered much to quickly "I've seen some big cock before, but you got yourself a prize winner crawling down your leg".

"I fucking knew it...The minute the word outfit left your fucking mouth...I fucking knew" He said tucking his meat back in to his shorts.

"You knew what?" I asked like an idiot.

"That fucking nickname!!..Just what I been telling ya...Your just like one of them whore ain'y ya?...You came all the way out here for this shit?...Didn't you? He said gripping his package.

"Yeah...I guess maybe I did, but I really do want to help you with the on-line stuff too" I answered looking away from Nick angry glare.

"Sorry if you feel like I mislead you..It was never my intent" I said totally fucking lying.

"I've been successfully avoiding you fuckers since I was 16 and now I got me a queer sitting on my couch" He said grabbing his dirty shorts from the floor.

I sat quietly as Nick disappeared down the hallway and returned a few minutes later carrying the clothes we were gonna photgraph him in. He didn't say a word just dropped my clothing at my feet and went in to the kitchen. I could hear a beer crack open from a room away. He came and stood at the open front door and drank his beer.

"Scott I've got a fucking dilemma" He said sucking the suds from the can top.

"Maybe I can help...What's the situation?" I asked him.

"My head tells me to kick your fucking faggot ass and toss your limp body out the front door" He said.

"And?" I said.

After a long pause the and came "And my cock tells me I'm fucking horny and I shouldn't pass on a cocksucker sitting on my sofa, even if it is a fag...So you can see my fucking predicament".

"Well if it's any help...I know which option I'd pick" I said giggling.

"Think you can handle 10inches?" He asked looking toward me and rubbing his shaft through the thin nylon.

"I don't know about 10, but I throated a fat 9 incher Sunday afternoon " I said enthusiastically.

"No fucking shit?" Nick asked walking back to the kitchen to fetch a fresh one.

It was quiet and I could hear Nick pounding his beer and busting open another. After a nice healthy belch, Nick's shorts flew thru the pass through and landed on the couch next to me. He was in the kitchen naked drinking a beer and likely stroking big cock. A few more quiet minutes passed before He asked another question.

"You swallow faggot?" He asked.

"You know it" I answered quickly.

I got a quick glimpse of Nick swinging pole as he round the corner and took to the hallway.

"Follow me" He ordered.

I sprinted after him and got his room in time to watch him sit on the corner of the bed and spread his legs. His long stick hung of the edge and snaked halfway to the floor. I let out a gasp at the site of it.

"What you think faggot?..You think your up to the fucking job? He asked as grabbed himself and slapped his pole against his leg.

"Let's find out" I said as kneeled between Nick's legs, his massive pipe was less than foot from my gaped mouth.

"No fucking hands...Don't worry I'll keep the fucker in ya mouth" He said pointing his cock at me.

I shimmied in a little closer making sure to keep my hands to myself. As I lowered my mouth closer Nick grabbed a Hand of hair and stopped my progress.

"This never fucking happened...If I even hear a rumor about this, I'll ruin your fucking life...Drag your fucking teeth and I'll knock em out when I'm finished...Any fucking objections faggot?" He asked allowing me close enough to get an outstreched tongue on the head "I fucking love your eagerness" He added.

"Agreed..Agreed..Agreed" I answered before lapping up some salty leaking jizz.

"You'd fucking agree to anything to get this cock wouldn't you?" He asked allowing my lips to reach his mushroom.

"Agreed" I answered.

Nick let out a chuckle and released his grip on my hair. I worked down the first 6 inches in my first plunge.

"I'm impressed...Stroke that fucking meat with ya mouth" Nick said watching me gobble it up.

After a few shallow takes, I felt like I could really impress Nick and went in for the long haul. This would typically trigger some minor choking, but my recent activities prepared my throat. After a couple of subtle head wobbles, my nose reached the hand Nick had wrapped around himself.

"Damn faggot..That's about as far I've ever fucking got and she was a regular who had lots of practice...Your a world class queer...aren't ya?" He said as he left his pipe completely unattended "Get the last 2 inches down and maybe we can be friends" Nick added.

He was sliding around my throat with little effort and the last 2 inches slipped right down.

"Damn fag...You got yourself 10 inches of man cock down your throat...You were born for this shit..Nurse that fucking big dick sweet heart" He said in a state of ecstasy.

My mouth went from head to pubes with every lounge, He was all the way in and all the way out every 5 or 6 seconds.

"Your doing such a great job on the big dick...I give you permission to put your fag hands on me" He said as he layed back and locked his fingers behind his cranium.

I ran my hands up the the length of his legs, past his hips . My left settled on a 3 inch H and the right on a bIg G.

"I knew you liked that fucking tatt...you should get the same on your forhead with an arrow pointing to ya fucking mouth...Keep at it faggot" He said.

I was shocked when a hand came down, found mine and worked my fingers across his tattoo.

"Sound it out fag..What's it fucking say?" Nick asked me.

I let his cock leave my mouth for the first time since it entered "HUNG...it says HUNG" I replied licking his length.

"You've clearly had some big shit in you mouth before...In your expert opinion would ya say that tatt is fucking accurate?" Nick asked watching me lick his pole like a popsicle.

"A swiss watch couldn't be more fucking spot on" I said before swallowing his pipe again and again.

"Nice fag...Take it all..Ya fucking mouth is magic" He said as propped himself up to get a view view of me throating his long shaft.

"You make that shit look easy dude...Countless sluts couldn't do what you mastered in five minutes...I was planning to dump your number after I dumped down ya throat, but I think I'll hang on to it...Ready for nut faggot?" He asked.

I knodded my my head up and down with him lodged deep inside. I was slurping away when I heard a buzzer of some sort.

"I came off for some air and asked "What the hell was that?".

"Some one is coming down the driveway...Ya got 2 minutes to make me shoot... Pick up the fucking pace queer" Nick replied.

After a solid 90 seconds of my mouth racing up and down his pole. I could feel him began to swell even larger. The unmistakable sound of a closing car door caused me to freeze and look up at Nick.

"Fucking hurry...I need to dump faggot" He said pushing me back down the length.

I heard a familiar voice come from the livingroom "Tin..You home Bro?" It asked.

"Sup Kev...Grab yourself a beer..I'm coming" Nick replied as he coated my throat with his salty gift.

"You need that fucking nut..Don't ya faggot?" Nick said trying to be quiet.

I heard Kev's voice again and this time it was louder "What's that Bro?" He asked.

I thought for sure I was about to get caught feeding on Nick's spunk when the distinct sound of piss hitting water echoed down the hallway.

"I'm coming dude...Be right fucking out" Nick said aloud as he unloaded the 4th and final bullet down my throat.

The combination of big cock and hot load was just a bit to much at that moment and I gagged a little.

"That don't sound good Dude you ain't sick are ya?" Kev yelled from the kitchen.

"Not a fucking chance Bro...I feel fucking awesome" Nick replied as he pointed to his closet door.

I tried to pull the door closed behind myself, but it just wouldn't close entirely. I watched Nick stuff his still half hard cock in to some jogging pants and he left the room. I could hear thier conversation very clearly.

"What's hanging Bro?" Nick said to Kev.

"Chillin...I see you got yourself another vehicle" Kev asked Nick.

"Not mine Bro...You know Scott from the office?...He asked if I'd take a look under the hood" Nick asked.

"The pole smoker in accounting?" Kev asked Nick.

"What the fuck makes you think that Bro?" Nick asked in return.

"I dunno Dude...Something about him screams cocksucker to me...Ya know?" Kev said.

"You might be right Bro...I can picture that preppy fucker gobbling some knob" Nick said laughing.

"You know what they say about cock loving fags?...Don't ya?" Kev asked Nick.

"Fuck yeah I do" Nick replied.

To Be Continued....

Next: Chapter 4


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