Date: Sat, 15 Oct 2022 15:34:44 +0000 (UTC) From: Martin Subject: Above and Beyond This is a story of two consenting adults, coworkers, in a first time experience. It is a work of fiction though it is based on a real life incident that I wish had gone the direction of the story. If you enjoy this story, please consider supporting Nifty with a donation. ----------------- Above and Beyond I was fresh out of high school, still too young to buy booze, and married to my high school sweetheart. We didn't have to get married. It just seemed like a good idea at the time. I had no measurable skills or training but I needed to work. So, I settled for whatever grunt job I could get, but I was still a bit of a screw-off, so I never stayed long at any job, and because I was never willing to go above and beyond I also never moved up the ladder, but there was one job that lasted longer than most. I was working as a night janitor in a building that had the local newspaper production facility on the first floor and basement. The upper floors were a mix of business offices. The office work varied from the vacuuming, dusting, and emptying trash, and the newspaper work was mostly trucking loads of waste paper to the recycling center. There were four of us on the crew, three cleaners, Fred, Tony, and me, and the crew boss, Lloyd. Most of the guys were just out of school, like me. Lloyd was probably in his forties, old enough to have teenage kids. The first hour of the shift Lloyd would hand out assignments and then we all would shoot the shit for awhile before starting work. The actual work only took about six hours so we usually had some more screw off time in the last hour. I quickly confirmed that anytime four guys are stuck together for any extended time, the conversation will always turn to sex. Fred talked about girls he was dating or just wanted to fuck while Tony just made shit up. I had a feeling he had never even seen a girl naked. Lloyd and I were the only two married guys. I would talk about my sex life before, and briefly after, I got married. I avoided mentioning that the sex had dried up and my only regular sex partner was an overworked right hand. Lloyd claimed that he and his wife still fucked all the time, but he told us he was always horny and he was getting a lot on the side. One time he said that he would fuck "anything that moves" and Fred made a joke about how we all better watch our asses. Lloyd didn't even argue with him, saying, "Don't knock it until you tried it." He was a total horndog but I assumed he was only kidding about sex with guys. Still, later that night Fred told me he had heard that Lloyd did have sex with one guy who used to work on the crew. I still had a hard time believing this wiry redneck would swing like that. I figured out quickly that the various janitorial tasks were handed out according to where you fell on Lloyd's shit list. Trash cans were the nasty job and assigned to the low man on the totem pole. Vacuuming came next just, because it was the most time consuming and required some actual attention to detail. Dusting was the easy job, because it was mostly following up on the other two and double-checking their work in case we had to fix something before the end of shift. Lloyd usually did the recycling run and we would all help load the truck with the loose paper before starting our other work. He would then be gone for at least two or three hours. We assumed he was chasing tail, because every once in a while someone else would fill in and they always got the recycling finished in a fraction of that time. One night Lloyd said he had to stick around and do the inventory. Fred had recently pissed him off, so he got trash duty. Tony, who was his favorite employee, usually had dusting but he was assigned vacuuming and Lloyd had me take the recycling run. It was my first time doing it and it was cool to get out of the building for awhile. I was cruising through town in the middle of the night, and the streets empty and quiet. I almost didn't see the guy on his bike, when he cut through the intersection and I had to slam on the brakes to keep from running him over. He just kept riding like nothing had happened. I got out and double-checked the load, glad to see it was still secured. Then, climbing back into the truck, I saw that some stuff had slid out from under the bench seat. There were burger wrappers and loose french fries, but amongst that garbage there were three paperbacks. They were missing their covers, which wasn't surprising. The recycling center got discontinued books and magazines from retailers and they would remove the covers so they couldn't be resold. There was a big dumpster full of them, and if you were inclined, you could scrounge through it and find some interesting stuff. The three paperback were definitely interesting stuff. I leafed through them long enough to figure out they are all gay porn novels. It took me a minute to register that these must be Lloyd's, and then it took a minute longer to realize that this meant the rumors about Lloyd might actually be true. It made me curious about what he might be up to, and with whom. It also made me wonder, if he swung that direction, if he might ever think about me that way. I wasn't sure how I should feel about that. My sex life was non-existant, so I wasn't all together sure how I would react if he ever came on to me. I knew I wasn't gay, but I also wasn't put off by other options. In my head, if it ever happened, I was pretty sure I would just have to tell him I wasn't interested. I finished the recycling run, and headed back to the building, but instead of returning the books under the seat, I tossed them in my car so I could take them home. I can't say why I did it, but I was young, horny, and it was porn. And I was curious. My wife worked day shift so I would frequently whack off while she was away. It cut into my sleep time but I needed it. I wasn't sure how I would react to gay porn, but I discovered that as soon as I got to the sex part, it didn't matter. I was hard and raring to go. I beat off to an epic cum, while reading about this young guy getting his ass reamed out by an older man and for some reason, as I fantasized it in my mind, I even imagined myself as the young man. The next night at work, Lloyd went back to running the recyling, Tony was on prime dusting duty, and I was assigned to vacuum. Fred was still low man. The night was uneventful and in the morning, as the shift was ending, we all met up again at the maintenance office before checking out. While we were all shooting the breeze I noticed that Lloyd kept giving me a hard look. I wondered if I had somehow messed up my work and I figured I would probably know for sure if he assigned me the shit job the next shift. So, I was totally surprised when I got to work and Lloyd told me I was dusting. Tony, the annointed one, looked totally pissed. He was a prick, so I liked seeing him out of sorts, even if I didn't understand how it happened. We all loaded up the truck and Lloyd took off right away to do the recycling, but he mentioned that he would check in with me when he got back. I stocked the paper products while the other guys got their work started. That way I would be start following them when they were about a third of the way through the building. I was just starting my dusting, when Lloyd showed up. He hadn't taken nearly as long as usual which surprised me, but at first he just acted like he was training me, telling me how to quality check the trash and vacuum work. He shadowed me through the first couple offices, pointing stuff out and making small talk, asking me if I liked the job, how I felt about being married, and stuff like that. But by the third office, he caught me off guard when he directly asked, "Did you take the books from the truck?" I don't know why it hadn't occurred to me that he would notice they were missing, and he would know who last drove the truck. I figured this meant I would be looking for a new job, so it didn't make much sense to deny it. "Yeah... they slid out when I made a stop and... I was curious about them." "Did you read them?" I paused. "Yeah... one... I think it was called DIRT ROAD TRUCKERS or something like that." "That's a good one. What did you think?" I shrugged, still reluctant to admit I had used it to whack off. "I don't know..." "It's okay," he assured me. "Obviously, I read them. So, you don't need to be embarrassed about it." "I guess it was interesting," I admitted. "It was hotter than I expected." "Yeah, I know what you mean." He agreed. "I found them in the book dumpster and figured I give them a chance, but I never thought I'd like that stuff. Now I like it even better than the straight stuff." It was wierd that he didn't seem mad or even embarassed, so I decided to ask the big question. "Did you ever have sex with one of the crew? There's a rumor about that..." He frowned but he still didn't look mad. "I wish people could keep their mouths shut." "So, you did?" He sighed. "Over the years a couple of the guys sucked me off." "Is Tony one of them?" This time Lloyd smiled. "How did you figure that out?" "His work is total shit, and he's a jerk, but he keeps getting the primo job. It made me wonder." Lloyd nodded and chuckled. "Yeah, his work sucks... I would have fired him right away but his uncle owns the company. Then he came right out and told me he wanted to give me a blow job." "Okay... that answers some questions." "I don't know." Lloyd grunted. "He doesn't even give a good blowjob." "Did you ever try fucking him?" I don't know why I asked it, except that the scene in the book was stuck in me head. "No." "I thought you said you'll fuck anything that moves?" He chuckled. "I will... but only if they let me," he admitted. "Tony wouldn't do it?" "Nope. I asked. Little chicken shit." There was a minute of silence, but then Lloyd asked, "Would you?" "Would I what?" I asked, though I already knew the answer and I knew why I had been given the dusting job. He looked me square in the eyes. "Would you let me fuck you?" Every square inch of my skin was covered in goose bumps. "I've never done it." "Would you want to try?" My throat locked up but my head was nodding slowly. "Follow me," and Lloyd led me downstairs into the newspaper offices, and then through this crazy revolving door that let us into the darkroom where they processed film for the paper. He flicked a switch and the space was filled with creepy red light. "That's cool" I noted. "Kind of spooky." "Yeah" Lloyd agreed. "And no one comes in here." I remembered why we were there. "I'm not sure I can do this." He dismissed that. "You can. Don't worry?" Then Lloyd undid his belt and dropped trouser, revealing a still soft and dangling, but very impressive crank. "Do you want to try sucking it first?" I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry as a desert. "Can I just touch it?" "Sure," he answered and stepped closer. My hand was shaking as I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it. I was a grower, and when it's soft my dick almost looks like it's hiding. It grows into something I can be proud of but I was envious of Lloyd. He was clearly a shower. Even soft he looked as big as mine would get when it's hard and as I lifted it in my hand it started to fill out even more. It didn't get a lot longer but it did get thicker and firm, though it never got rock hard. It had a suppleness that I really liked and it felt amazingly heavy. By this time my salivary glands had recovered and they were actually in overdrive. So, I dropped to my knees and cautiously took the knob of his cock between my lips. It was incredibly soft and warm against my tongue so I let it slip deeper into my mouth. I was clearly a novice, unable to get more than half of it without choking, but Lloyd made appreciative noises and his fingers were sliding through my hair. I was getting hard just from blowing him, and I liked knowing I was making him feel good, but I also remembered what had gotten all of this started and I reluctantly pulled away. "Do you need a rest?" Lloyd asked. I shook my head. "No... but I think I need you to fuck me." Lloyd lit up like a Christmas tree. "Sweet! It's so weird that I never even considered hitting on you." "Yeah," I considered. "Why was that?" "You're married," he explained. "Well, so are you." "Okay... so maybe I'm stupid," he admitted. Then he pulled out a drawer and came up with a jar of Vaseline. When he saw the look on my face, he added, "I don't always have someone willing to get me off and I can't always jerk off in the truck, so I come here for some private time." Lloyd then helped me get my shoes off before pulling off my jeans and underwear. My dick was definitely not hiding. It was standing up in all its glory. "Nice!" Lloyd stated and he even leaned over and took it in his mouth giving a few good strokes. Standing up again, he led me to a workbench. "Here, hop on up." I hopped onto the counter and Lloyd had me sit back. This put my ass right at crotch height for him. He took a gob of Vaseline and poked some into my butt pucker. It was cold, but his finger slipping into my butt chute quickly made me stop caring. He made sure I was lubed and at least used to having something prod my ass Then I watched as Lloyd applied the rest of the lube to his fat dick, stroking the shaft, and causing it to glow in the eery red light. He stepped between my legs, wrapping them around his waist, and he used one hand to guide his cock to its target. The thick knob at first felt soft and spongy as it pressed against me. It didn't feel threatening and it almost didn't feel like it was even possible for it to go any further, but then he pressed forward and the hard shaft that backed it up began to push it through the tight pucker. The darkroom had been chilly when we stepped inside, but I was breaking out in a sweat as my tight ass struggled to figure out what to do with the fat stump he was slowly cramming inside it. It started with the head popping through. That breach was like an electric shock and I even cried out, but Lloyd stopped moving and I was able to adjust without too much trauma. As my body relaxed and I was able to settle back on my elbows again, I felt Lloyd pushing deeper. His knob and shaft were fairly uniform in width, so now it was just a matter of seeing how deep it would go and it felt like that was taking a really long time to get there. When his belly pressed against me and I knew I had it all, I almost cried out again, but not from shock or pain. I was now desperate for him to fuck me and he only made me wait a short time while he enjoyed just being connected. Then he pulled back slowly, almost to the knob, before pushing back inside. He was reluctant to go faster until I started lifting my hips up to meet him and once he knew I was okay and even participating, he sped up. I came almost immediately. It was a sudden, almost violent explosion, that spattered across my belly and chest. But I stayed hard and Lloyd kept fucking me. The longer he fucked me the faster and harder it got. I took it with a smile that made my cheeks hurt. I wasn't sure how long we were at it but it was long enough that I came a second time, before Lloyd blew a massive load into my ass. His cock pulled out of me abruptly, followed by a steady stream of sperm. He grabbed some papertowels and used them to dob at the drips that covered my ass and ran down my legs, trying to clean me up as best he could. He was panicking about how much time we had taken and that we might not get back to the office before the crew was finished. "I am really sorry," he told me, "but we need to get moving." My legs were unsteady and I was still covered and filled with spooge. I just pulled my clothing on over the mess and hoped for the best. Lloyd gave me a quick once over and then took off, leaving me to get my bearings and follow him to the office. By the time I got there, Lloyd was signing the time sheets and Fred was putting on his coat to leave. There was no sign of Tony. "Did Tony go home already?" I asked. "I fired him," Lloyd answered without looking up. "Why... why'd you fire him?" Fred jumped in. "Because he is a prick and he was giving Lloyd shit about giving you the dusting job. He was being a total ass about it." I looked over at Lloyd, concerned, but Lloyd looked up and said, "Fuck him. I called his dad and told him I was doing it. He said he was surprised I hadn't done it sooner. He was a lousy cleaner and everything that comes out of his mouth is a lie. It had to happen." "Okay..." I was still nervous about what the repercussions might be. I also figured this meant Lloyd would be hiring someone new, and at the back of my mind I was actually worried he would like the new guy better. that part was bothering me the most. Lloyd then sat up and said, "Fred here says he actually likes trash duty." I looked at Fred who shrugged and nodded. "It smells but it's hard to fuck it up." Lloyd continued, "I'm thinking I might just hire someone to vacuum and you and I can work together on the dusting and recycling work. I was telling the boss that I needed someone who can manage crew when I'm out sick, so... if you're interested, there's a couple doallrs more an hour." I was still processing all of this, but the needy look on Lloyd's face told me all I needed to know. "Yeah, that... would be cool..." "Great," Fred grunted as he headed out the door. "Now I have two bosses." Once he was gone I looked back at Lloyd. "Are you sure about this? I mean is it so we can... you know?" "Hell yes," he answered. "That was amazing, and I figure that one of these days you'll be moving on, but in the meantime I want as much of that ass as I can get." I considered the implications of that. "Well... I guess I might stick around for a while." Lloyd looked happy. "But you know... it's Friday... and my wife is visiting family this weekend... I would sort of hate to wait until Monday..." Lloyd picked up the phone and dialed and I wondered if he had somehow missed what I was proposing. "Hey honey," he said after a few seconds. "Yeah... they're sending me across town to help out the the north end crew... Yeah... they'll put me up in a hotel so I can get some sleep between shifts. What's that?" Lloyd then looked at me before talking again. "It could be all weekend... I know... it sucks... but I'll see you Monday morning." I had just hoped we might find some time to meet up, but Lloyd was proposing a two day sleep over. He looked at me waiting for some confirmation. "Fuck it... my ass will never work right again... but I'm in." "Sweet!" Lloyd was on his feet. I guess I'll just follow you home."