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I usually don’t read other people’s mail but that Monday afternoon I found a sheet of paper on the ground near the central Xerox machine on my floor. I looked around but there was no one there looking for a piece of missing paper. Most of my colleagues had left the office by then. In order to check for whom the message was meant, I quickly browsed through the e-mail, which bore the letter head of our employee insurance company.
Dear Mr Wilson,
Regarding your request, I am sorry to inform you that your policy does not cover penis reduction surgery. Furthermore, I am not aware of such a procedure.
If you would like to send me a few snapshots of your penis, I can send them to our examiners for another review.
Two questions came quickly to mind. Who the hell was Wilson? And two, why would he want penis reduction surgery – unless he had a schlong so big he was tripping over it. I decided to leave the piece of paper next to the machine where we usually leave printed documents to be collected later. However, as the thought of one of my co-workers obviously being freakishly hung started to turn me on, I made a copy of the e-mail first and stuck it in my inside pocket.
I decided to roam around the Xerox machine for a while, hoping that the mysterious Wilson guy would turn up. I got myself a cup of coffee from the coffee machine but no one showed up. Just as I was about to finish my drink, one of our maintenance guys came into view. He looked tensed and was clearly in a hurry. He walked towards the copy machine and hastily browsed through the pile of uncollected mail. He found and took what he was looking for, gave me a quick look and tried to force a smile and left.
My heart jumped in my throat. Sam? Sweet shy Sam? Cute curly-haired Sam? I never knew his name. He was just Sam from maintenance. Sam the unassuming hunk. Sam, with the soulful blue eyes. Sam, with the body that made me weak. Well well, how did an expert pecker-checker like me had never noticed his package? Probably because he always wore overalls . Sam Sam, I thought, it is always the quiet ones that surprise you.
As I waisted enough time I returned to my desk and decided to work a few more hours. I had brought my gym bag but I decided not to go to the office gym, downstairs in our building. I tried to work a few more hours but all I could think of was Sam and I kept reading the e-mail over and over again, with my cock hard as a rock.
I decided to go home and went down the elevator towards the exit but when I got out the elevator on the ground floor, I just noticed that Sam the Maintenance Man went into the door leading to our small gym. I waited for few minutes and then went into the gym, not really knowing what I was doing. The locker room was abandoned and I could see that only one locker was in use. So far, so good, I thought. I put on my exercise gear and stepped into the room. It was completely empty, it had to be 11 PM by then and all I could see was Sam on the treadmill. He was startled when I got in, I guess he did not expect anyone to use the gym at this time. He said ‘Hello’ and all I could do was look at him. He was wearing sweats and they were loose. I could see an enormous hose banging around in his pants as he jogged from foot to foot. I could tell my newfound object of desire was not wearing any underwear. I wondered if, given the enormity of his organ, he’d actually dared to run without any underwear at all. He didn’t look like the kind of guy who’d put his oversize goods on display like that. He probably guessed that he would be the only one in the exercise room. But man, with that elephant trunk swaying back and forth in his sweats, he sure grabbed the attention of the budding cocksucker I was when I was a freshman.
I got onto the machine opposite his and followed the big-dicked runner at a safe distance. He was listening to some music as he was wearing earplugs and I could not help but stare at the big fleshy pendulum in front of me, making a lot of commotion in his distended drawers. Pretty soon we’d both worked up a sweat. Of course, my goal was to retire to the locker room when my bashful stud did. After twenty minutes, utterly drenched, he held up his hands, slowly came to a stop and then wanted to crawl to the locker room. I used this opportunity to introduce myself as Joe - he would only know me as one of the big shots in accountancy. But he just nodded, appeared to be in a hurry and left, the door closed behind him.
I decided to wait for 3 more minutes, anticipating that he would be using the small shower when I would end my gym session. Then, finally - the wait seemed to last forever - I snuck into the locker room and closed the door without making a sound. I heard the sound of the running shower water in the back. I peeled off my soaking wet running shorts and T-shirt. I took a towel and wrapped it around my waist and headed towards the showers.
There was Sam, his eyes closed and obviously not realizing that I was standing there. He was rubbing shampoo in his beautiful hair and my mouth dropped. I was in shock. His cock was definitely bigger than the norm. In fact, that was the understatement of the century. I have seen a few cocks in my time, even my dad's huge dick, but this was something else. It was the biggest slab of uncircumcised cock and the most enormous balls that I'd ever seen on a man. You’ve heard of beercan dicks but they are never really that thick. Sam’s was, and it was still soft. Uncut and nestled in a trimmed bush of black hair, with a single pale-blue vein running from the base of to the tip of a good ten inches away. That’s ten inches soft. His huge bone of a cock swung like a pendulum between his legs. The flesh of his beast was of the same perfect pinkness of his thighs, and the balls. The balls framed the glory of that magnificent monster organ: plump and big as eggs, and they hung almost as low as his horsecock.
Dear Mr Wilson,
Regarding your request, I am sorry to inform you that your policy does not cover penis reduction surgery. Furthermore, I am not aware of such a procedure.
If you would like to send me a few snapshots of your penis, I can send them to our examiners for another review.
Two questions came quickly to mind. Who the hell was Wilson? And two, why would he want penis reduction surgery – unless he had a schlong so big he was tripping over it. I decided to leave the piece of paper next to the machine where we usually leave printed documents to be collected later. However, as the thought of one of my co-workers obviously being freakishly hung started to turn me on, I made a copy of the e-mail first and stuck it in my inside pocket.
I decided to roam around the Xerox machine for a while, hoping that the mysterious Wilson guy would turn up. I got myself a cup of coffee from the coffee machine but no one showed up. Just as I was about to finish my drink, one of our maintenance guys came into view. He looked tensed and was clearly in a hurry. He walked towards the copy machine and hastily browsed through the pile of uncollected mail. He found and took what he was looking for, gave me a quick look and tried to force a smile and left.
My heart jumped in my throat. Sam? Sweet shy Sam? Cute curly-haired Sam? I never knew his name. He was just Sam from maintenance. Sam the unassuming hunk. Sam, with the soulful blue eyes. Sam, with the body that made me weak. Well well, how did an expert pecker-checker like me had never noticed his package? Probably because he always wore overalls . Sam Sam, I thought, it is always the quiet ones that surprise you.
As I waisted enough time I returned to my desk and decided to work a few more hours. I had brought my gym bag but I decided not to go to the office gym, downstairs in our building. I tried to work a few more hours but all I could think of was Sam and I kept reading the e-mail over and over again, with my cock hard as a rock.
I decided to go home and went down the elevator towards the exit but when I got out the elevator on the ground floor, I just noticed that Sam the Maintenance Man went into the door leading to our small gym. I waited for few minutes and then went into the gym, not really knowing what I was doing. The locker room was abandoned and I could see that only one locker was in use. So far, so good, I thought. I put on my exercise gear and stepped into the room. It was completely empty, it had to be 11 PM by then and all I could see was Sam on the treadmill. He was startled when I got in, I guess he did not expect anyone to use the gym at this time. He said ‘Hello’ and all I could do was look at him. He was wearing sweats and they were loose. I could see an enormous hose banging around in his pants as he jogged from foot to foot. I could tell my newfound object of desire was not wearing any underwear. I wondered if, given the enormity of his organ, he’d actually dared to run without any underwear at all. He didn’t look like the kind of guy who’d put his oversize goods on display like that. He probably guessed that he would be the only one in the exercise room. But man, with that elephant trunk swaying back and forth in his sweats, he sure grabbed the attention of the budding cocksucker I was when I was a freshman.
I got onto the machine opposite his and followed the big-dicked runner at a safe distance. He was listening to some music as he was wearing earplugs and I could not help but stare at the big fleshy pendulum in front of me, making a lot of commotion in his distended drawers. Pretty soon we’d both worked up a sweat. Of course, my goal was to retire to the locker room when my bashful stud did. After twenty minutes, utterly drenched, he held up his hands, slowly came to a stop and then wanted to crawl to the locker room. I used this opportunity to introduce myself as Joe - he would only know me as one of the big shots in accountancy. But he just nodded, appeared to be in a hurry and left, the door closed behind him.
I decided to wait for 3 more minutes, anticipating that he would be using the small shower when I would end my gym session. Then, finally - the wait seemed to last forever - I snuck into the locker room and closed the door without making a sound. I heard the sound of the running shower water in the back. I peeled off my soaking wet running shorts and T-shirt. I took a towel and wrapped it around my waist and headed towards the showers.
There was Sam, his eyes closed and obviously not realizing that I was standing there. He was rubbing shampoo in his beautiful hair and my mouth dropped. I was in shock. His cock was definitely bigger than the norm. In fact, that was the understatement of the century. I have seen a few cocks in my time, even my dad's huge dick, but this was something else. It was the biggest slab of uncircumcised cock and the most enormous balls that I'd ever seen on a man. You’ve heard of beercan dicks but they are never really that thick. Sam’s was, and it was still soft. Uncut and nestled in a trimmed bush of black hair, with a single pale-blue vein running from the base of to the tip of a good ten inches away. That’s ten inches soft. His huge bone of a cock swung like a pendulum between his legs. The flesh of his beast was of the same perfect pinkness of his thighs, and the balls. The balls framed the glory of that magnificent monster organ: plump and big as eggs, and they hung almost as low as his horsecock.
