Part One
I met Dan a few months after I got out of the Navy. My unemployment running out, I found a job as a janitor in a small four-story office building.
My new supervisor, a middle-age black woman with thick eyeglasses, named Becky , introduced me to my new co-worker, Danny.
Danny looked about my age, blonde with a short beard, average-build for a guy under 5-foot five, and a bulge that his loose-fitting jeans couldn't hide.
When I was in the Navy, my fat seven-incher ensured I always had a blowjob buddy to relieve the boredom of being at sea, and I had unsuccessfully been looking for one since I was discharged.
We shook hands and Becky took me to the bottom two floors to show me my duties and the location of my cart in the janitors closet.
'I'm so glad your here,' Becky smiled at him. 'I was so sick of doing these two floors and can get back to making my rounds of buildings. I will be back around 11 to check on you two guy's progress. Your lunch break is at 10 o'clock in the fourth floor breakroom.
I took the elevator to the fourth-floor around 10 and looked for the break room. Dan was sitting down with a brown paper bag at the long table.
'Hey, Dan!' I said walking into the room and sitting down across from him.
'Hey Jim!' Dan smiled back. 'Have a seat! How do you like the job?'
'I've had worse,' I sighed. 'It's a paycheck.'
While we ate, Dan and I talked about our recent lives. He had been working here for two years and I told him I had recently been discharged by the Navy.
Soon, we had run out of topics and were silently eating our lunches. I was really curious about his package and knew from my experience in checking guys out in shipboard showers, that the hung ones were always happy to haul it out and show you later if you said someone told me you have a big one.
Watching Dan eat a fruit pie. I Decided to ask. If he got upset with me, I would just leave and not come back. I broke the silence.
'Hey, Dan,' I began. 'Would you mind standing up?'
'Sure!' He laughed, standing up with his hands on his hips.
'So tell me, Dan. Is that ALL of you in there?' I pointed at his crotch while smiling up at him.
I was relieved to see his mischievous smile. 'Wanna see it?' He said, unbuckling his belt. 'Don't worry. We're in the building alone.' He stopped.
'What are you stopping for?' I asked. 'Aren't you going to show me your big cock?'
'You have to ask first!' Dan grinned.
I decided to play along to see where this was going. 'You like like you have a big dick, Dan. May I see it?'
'You promise not to tell anyone?' Dan asked, winking.
'I promise,' I lied.
Dan unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down by about a foot. He wasn't wearing underwear.
Smirking, Dan gripped his massive, floppy uncircumcised around the middle of the shaft so I could inspect it at my leisure.
Dan patiently waited for my shocked laughter to die down. He was smiling at my reaction.
'Congratulations!' I was finally able to say. 'I'm jealous!'
'It's more of a curse than a blessing,' he said, letting it go to fall onto the table in front of me along with his low-hanging scrotum.
'Yup!' I laughed. 'I believe it! Still, it must be fun to have one that big!'
Dan laughed along with me.
'Can I hold it?' I dared ask. 'It sure looks heavy!'
'Be my guest!' He laughed in a good-natured way.
Staring it his limp cock, I lifted it off the table and pulled back his foreskin to reveal a shiny purple flared mushroom.
I faked a disgusted look. 'You really need cleaning under your foreskin!' I lied.
Dan looked embarrassed.
'Look,' I said. 'Let me wash it in the men's room!'
Before he could answer, I stood up and clumsily pulled him down the length of the table and out of the breakroom to the toilets a hundred feet away, Dan laughing in delight the whole way while I squeezed his fat cock in a death grip and clumsily pulled my hard-on out of my fly.
I met Dan a few months after I got out of the Navy. My unemployment running out, I found a job as a janitor in a small four-story office building.
My new supervisor, a middle-age black woman with thick eyeglasses, named Becky , introduced me to my new co-worker, Danny.
Danny looked about my age, blonde with a short beard, average-build for a guy under 5-foot five, and a bulge that his loose-fitting jeans couldn't hide.
When I was in the Navy, my fat seven-incher ensured I always had a blowjob buddy to relieve the boredom of being at sea, and I had unsuccessfully been looking for one since I was discharged.
We shook hands and Becky took me to the bottom two floors to show me my duties and the location of my cart in the janitors closet.
'I'm so glad your here,' Becky smiled at him. 'I was so sick of doing these two floors and can get back to making my rounds of buildings. I will be back around 11 to check on you two guy's progress. Your lunch break is at 10 o'clock in the fourth floor breakroom.
I took the elevator to the fourth-floor around 10 and looked for the break room. Dan was sitting down with a brown paper bag at the long table.
'Hey, Dan!' I said walking into the room and sitting down across from him.
'Hey Jim!' Dan smiled back. 'Have a seat! How do you like the job?'
'I've had worse,' I sighed. 'It's a paycheck.'
While we ate, Dan and I talked about our recent lives. He had been working here for two years and I told him I had recently been discharged by the Navy.
Soon, we had run out of topics and were silently eating our lunches. I was really curious about his package and knew from my experience in checking guys out in shipboard showers, that the hung ones were always happy to haul it out and show you later if you said someone told me you have a big one.
Watching Dan eat a fruit pie. I Decided to ask. If he got upset with me, I would just leave and not come back. I broke the silence.
'Hey, Dan,' I began. 'Would you mind standing up?'
'Sure!' He laughed, standing up with his hands on his hips.
'So tell me, Dan. Is that ALL of you in there?' I pointed at his crotch while smiling up at him.
I was relieved to see his mischievous smile. 'Wanna see it?' He said, unbuckling his belt. 'Don't worry. We're in the building alone.' He stopped.
'What are you stopping for?' I asked. 'Aren't you going to show me your big cock?'
'You have to ask first!' Dan grinned.
I decided to play along to see where this was going. 'You like like you have a big dick, Dan. May I see it?'
'You promise not to tell anyone?' Dan asked, winking.
'I promise,' I lied.
Dan unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down by about a foot. He wasn't wearing underwear.
Smirking, Dan gripped his massive, floppy uncircumcised around the middle of the shaft so I could inspect it at my leisure.
Dan patiently waited for my shocked laughter to die down. He was smiling at my reaction.
'Congratulations!' I was finally able to say. 'I'm jealous!'
'It's more of a curse than a blessing,' he said, letting it go to fall onto the table in front of me along with his low-hanging scrotum.
'Yup!' I laughed. 'I believe it! Still, it must be fun to have one that big!'
Dan laughed along with me.
'Can I hold it?' I dared ask. 'It sure looks heavy!'
'Be my guest!' He laughed in a good-natured way.
Staring it his limp cock, I lifted it off the table and pulled back his foreskin to reveal a shiny purple flared mushroom.
I faked a disgusted look. 'You really need cleaning under your foreskin!' I lied.
Dan looked embarrassed.
'Look,' I said. 'Let me wash it in the men's room!'
Before he could answer, I stood up and clumsily pulled him down the length of the table and out of the breakroom to the toilets a hundred feet away, Dan laughing in delight the whole way while I squeezed his fat cock in a death grip and clumsily pulled my hard-on out of my fly.