Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2023 01:43:20 -0600
From: Copper Jah <trianglepal@gmail.com>
Subject: My Friend from Work - 1

This story takes place on a Friday in an office building at a Tech Company.

Hi, I'm Nate. I'm 25 years old and I am a pretty average guy; Chinese
American, 5'7, rail thin with straight black hair which I typically wear
short and just above my eyes. I always feel like it's important to mention
that I'm "pretty" average because for the most part I am. In the looks
department I know I'm nothing special as no one has ever told me that I was
handsome or "hot" except for my mom and my girlfriend, Lisa. Even though I
might not be a super model, I'm still a confident guy and always on top
when it comes to intelligence and wit. I'm a total nerd but it's not
obvious, because I dress cool and can fit into most social groups. I rolled
with the popular crowd in high school and when I graduated, I attended one
of the best tech schools in America.  I went on to get very cushy job doing
coding a couple towns over from where I grew up, which is the perfect
distance for me to do my own thing. I live alone because I really enjoy my
alone time. When I'm not working my IT job, I'm usually gaming, hanging
with Lisa, or masturbating. I masturbate a lot, especially since Lisa wants
to wait for marriage to have sex, but little does she know that I really
don't mind at all. I would much rather be alone in my room with my greasy
boner all rock hard while I twist and squeeze and stroke it.  I love being
hard and ever since I was little, I couldn't seem to keep my hands off my
dick. Growing up I made attempts to about my passion with my closest buds,
but they'd always just laugh it off or call me a perv (which I probably
am).  I remember that there was a point when I was insecure about my cock
stroking, but one day my brother taught me about edging and assured me that
I was actually gifted. (I'll write about that later)

See, there are two main reasons why I don't consider myself 100% average: I
have a big ugly penis and fat doughy butt. We've all heard the stereotypes
about Asian guys having small dicks, but I on the other hand, am blessed
with a fat piece of meat between my mainly hairless legs.  My dick is
several shades darker than the rest of me, so when I'm soft my dick
honestly looks like a turd hanging from my pubes. When I'm "bricked up", my
dick is a little over 7.5 inches (19cm) long and hooks to the right like
it's trying to wrap around my thigh. My tip grows into an egg-shaped dome
and tops my meaty 7-inch-thick penis, which I can just barely get my hand
around. I'm most proud of the veins; they are mostly always slightly
visible, but when I'm all greased up and deep in an edging session, my dick
gets so veiny all over that it looks like it's going to explode. There's no
denying that my cock looks cartoonish on my 110 lbs body, and I would be
lying if I said that I didn't get satisfaction from the looks of shock (and
sometimes horror) from anyone who's seen my dick either soft or hard. Some
people look at my fat, curved, veiny, uncut penis and think it's gross or
weird, but I get hard just thinking about it.  My butt is a whole other
deal. I used to skateboard when I was younger, but other than that I've
never been very athletic. However, for some reason I have this fat and
plump bubble butt. People in school would joke with me about how my butt
jiggles when I jump and how it protrudes from my body, which lead to me
occasionally getting slapped on the ass out of nowhere. The attention never
bothered me, and I generally don't think too much about my butt, except for
the occasional moments that I play with my hole. From time to time, I'll
just randomly stick my hands back there while I'm watching tv and rub on my
hole. I've never stuck a finger in there, but it just feels good to touch.

Alright, enough about me. Here's what happened...

So, it was a Friday toward the end of the day at the office, I was sitting
in my cubicle and getting bored. All the coding staff have an unspoken rule
that we never work too hard so that the higher-ups don't start flogging us
with deadlines, etc. so, I had pretty much done all the work that I planned
to do that day with about 2.5 hours to spare.  Boredom at work usually
involves me slipping my fingers through the hole I cut in the right pocket
of almost every pair of slacks that I own, and discreetly stroking my
cock. I decided to go commando today, so I had perfectly easy access to my
penis. On days when the office is busy, my favorite thing to do is to get
myself rock hard and then play with my cockhead through my slacks by
teasing it with just my index finger. I love how my dick will beg to be
stroked as it twitches along my leg, dripping precum on my thigh. But
luckily the office wasn't busy because it was a Friday, which meant that
the coding staff had the option of working from home and most people took
advantage of that. With my hand still stroking my dick in my pocket, I
stood up to see how many people were in their cubicles. I knew that my
neighbors were gone, but I couldn't get a good view of the entire floor, so
I stood up on my desk.  I did a quick scan, still slowly stroking myself,
seeing that there were only about five other people in the office. I was
just about to hop down from the desk when I noticed my buddy Nick was
looking at me from his cubicle in the farthest corner, grinning and
pointing at me.

. . .

Nick is my closest thing to a friend that I have at the office. We're the
same age and build but he's like 6'5, and blonde with shaggy hair that he
wears in a bun. He kind of looks like some foreign basketball player
because he's so lanky with massive hands and size 14 feet. He has full and
wide lips, a large nose, and big ears, which I think looks kind of goofy,
but the women of the office go on about how handsome he is. We play all the
same videogames and are both really good at our job. Where I am pretty
stern and strait-laced, Nick is always cracking jokes and is a total
stoner. I keep my work clothes ironed and clean, and Nick's work clothes
are always wrinkly and sometimes stained. We probably wouldn't have run in
the same circles while I was in school, but I liked how he wasn't your
average computer guy. We talked about everything from new music to
wilderness survival. But everything changed when one day in the breakroom
he casually mentioned how he didn't mind having to dress up for work
because the slacks made it easy to play with his boners under the desk. We
were sitting across from each other having a coffee, and he was going on
about how comfortable he was in slacks, "...especially since I wear em
baggy, and I always freeball bro. Feels like I'm in my pajama pants," he
said with both hands deep in his pocket toward his crotch, swinging his
long legs open and closed. The way he was moving his legs was very familiar
to me, so I knew from experience exactly what he was doing; I've gotten
myself hard in public so many times by simply squeezing my legs together. I
tried not to stare at the movement happening in his lap as he openly
fondled himself in front of me.  Although there was no one else around, I
was uncomfortable and shocked at how bold he was telling me this
information. My friends in the past hardly ever mentioned jacking off, and
if they did it was usually a joke. Nick went on to say that when he was
younger, he couldn't wear pajama pants around the house without briefs
because they couldn't hide his boners. He said it really became a problem
when he was around 12, when his boners had not only become more frequent
but they were also getting bigger as he became a man. His parents had
caught him on too many occasions around the house with his PJs tenting
obscenely from his crotch, so eventually his Dad had a long talk with him
about why he should conceal his wood unless home with just him or home
alone. After he told the story he zoned out for a second, so I took the
opportunity to stare at his lap. I caught myself trying to make out an
outline, and realizing I was staring for too long, I snapped out of it and
looked up to see Nick staring me straight in the face. He looked like he
was focusing on something, his mouth slightly open when he asked, "you ever
freeball bro?" I nonchalantly told him that I did sometimes, and eventually
told him how I rigged all my pants for easy access to my dick.  "Duuude,
nice," he laughed, and he pulled his hand out of his pocket to give me a
fist bump. I was surprised because no one had ever told me that my
horniness was "nice" before. For the rest of our break, we literally just
talked about how fun it was to play with our dicks at work. We both
admitted to slowly stroking our dicks during zoom meetings, and Nick said
that he's almost always naked from the waist down. I told him about the
time my classmate caught me in the library late at night with my pants
around my ankles, and he told me about a time his teammates pulled back his
shower curtain to prank him and found him on his knees furiously double
fisting his cock.  As I mentioned earlier, talking about my dick is a
sure-fire way to get me to chub, and our conversation had me rock fucking
hard. I was wearing my white Hanes briefs that day, so instead of my boner
snaking down my leg, my tip was jutting out toward my right hip. I
subconsciously stuck my hand in my pocket. I tried to be subtle as I made
circles with my forefinger around my dickhead until it was time for us to
get back to work. That was the day Nick and I really became friends, and
the day that I stopped wearing underwear to work.

A few days after that, I went over to his cubicle to see if he wanted to
grab lunch, and to my surprise he was slouched in his chair, his head
thrown back and eyes closed, with his right hand deep in his pocket. Once I
noticed the little bottle of baby oil on his desk, I knew what he was
doing.  He looked so cool with his legs spread wide, and a blissed-out
expression on his face while he stroked his dick in the office. When he
opened his eyes, he just smiled at me all smug and said quietly, "the
pocket idea is friggin genius, bro."  I just shook my head and smiled. I
would have never thought to be so open about how much I loved my penis as
Nick clearly was. I thought now this guy's a perv for sure, but I couldn't
deny how his boldness made me feel; I was a mixture of impressed,
surprised, and jealous. I could feel myself getting hard instantly and my
dick started snaking down my leg, but for some reason I wasn't embarrassed
by it. He just kept slowly stroking himself as I asked him to lunch, and
when he agreed to come with me, he stood up with his boner pointing toward
his hip. It looked like he had a cucumber in his pocket, and you could very
clearly see the outline of his dick head through the slacks. I was almost
at full hardness myself, my slacks tenting further down my thigh, so I
asked if we should wait a bit. He shrugged and said, "I'm not worried about
it, but if you are just put your hands in your pocket."  I didn't want to
seem like a pussy, so I followed him out of the office with my cock tent
flopping in my slacks. Nick was right not to worry, no one that we passed
glanced down at our obvious boners. The fear of it all made me go a little
soft, but when I saw how confident Nick was as he practically flaunted his
bulge, my dick started to rise again. When we got in the elevator he leaned
back on the rear wall and sighed, "fuck, I'm glad you're cool bro."

I smiled, "Yeah man, you're cool too."

"...Hey check this out.", he giggled and I looked at him confused. His
eyelids were low, and he had this wide goofy smile on his face.  He said,
"look down," and my jaw dropped once I realized that he had his big
cockhead poking out of his pocket. I played it cool, but I was in awe at
how big his tip was, which was the size of a pool ball. It was bulbous and
flared at the end like a pink army helmet. Part of me wanted to reach out
and give it squeeze like a doorknob, but I just smiled and nodded
approvingly.  All I could say was, "that's fuckin awesome dude," and he
chuckled and punched me playfully on the shoulder.

. . .

So, since I saw that Nick was clearly not working, I decided to go pay him
a visit at his cubicle. Nick is lucky because his cubicle is all the way in
the back of the office and the cubicles surrounding his were always
empty. I could see him standing there grinning at me as I made my way over
there and knew he was up to trouble.  When I finally arrived at his
workspace, Nick was standing there with his dick and balls completely out
of the fly of his gray slacks. I was shocked but not really surprised;
that's what I loved about Nick, he was wild and did whatever he wanted. He
had never shown me his full dick and nuts like this before, but now he was
just standing there with his arms crossed as he tried to control his
laughter, with his whole package exposed. He had his pole all greased up
and looking slimy. Though not as thick, it was way longer than mine.. I
figured he had to be like 9 inches. His shaft curved upward a little like a
banana, and his egg-sized nuts hung low covered in curly blonde hair. I
remember thinking it looked like a dildo because it was so picturesque. I
mean it was truly impressive how his massive tip was in perfect proportion
with his meaty tube, with a big vein going down the middle. To top this
wild sight off, Nick had what looked like grease stains surrounding the fly
of his slacks, which I assumed came from the open bottle of baby oil
sitting on his desk. From the looks of it, he must've been edging like
animal for quite some time.

"Great day at the office, huh Nate?" he laughed quietly, nudging me on the
shoulder.

"Looks like it. And now I can see why you wear your pants baggy," I teased.

Nick looked down at himself proudly and slapped his dick, "Bro look how
hard I am. This is me at 100%" and he swung his log left to right.

Keeping it cool I said, "Jeez, Nick... you're so lucky that your desk is
all the way back here..." and I chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, it's pretty sweet. Don't look so jealous there bro" he laughed as he
looked down at my boner. My dick was making an obvious outline down the
right leg of my navy-blue slacks, and the feeling of it straining against
the fabric was driving me crazy. I put both hands in my pocket and pushed
my boner between my legs so that I could squeeze it between my thighs. Nick
didn't take his eyes off my crotch while I squirmed as I rolled my hard
dick between my legs. When I let it bounce free Nick smiled, and we both
silently stared at the woody straining through my slacks. With my hands
still in my pockets, I widened my stance and started fondling my nuts,
which made my dick jump and leak. I couldn't believe that I was showing off
my boner tent to a guy, but it didn't feel "gay" or anything... I actually
felt like an alpha for the first time ever. It felt empowering not having
to hide my boner, and plus Nick made feel cool for having one.  Eventually
we shifted our focus back to Nick's log, which seemed even more impressive
as it had deflated slightly.

"Dude your dick looks like something out of a porno. I bet your arms get
tired greasing up that pole... and that vein in the middle is sick."

"Thanks bro. Kinda looks like lightning, huh?" He leaned back and grabbed
his bottle of baby oil, poured some on his tip, then started squeezing and
twisting at his fat head.

"You got any veins?"

"Yeah... but mine isn't as pretty as yours"

I didn't realize that I was basically beating my dick as I stood there with
my hand deep in my pocket. I quickly glanced around to see if there was
anyone around and saw that the office was deserted. When I started pulling
down my zipper Nick encouraged me in a husky voice, "yeah, whip that meat
out bro." He sounded like he was proud of me, like he was hyping up a
teammate, and when my dick finally sprang free, he nearly gasped. My fat
and curved cock was finally free, and my tip was all swollen and shiny. I
reached in and pulled out my balls so that my junk was on full display like
Nick's.

Nick whispered loudly, "Fuuuuuuck dude!" I put my hands back in my pockets
and stood there like a badass as I watched my buddy in awe at my
boner. Nick quickly grabbed his chair and sat down, then rolled over to me
and got so close to my dick that I could feel his breath hit my shaft.

"Just look at that fucker... it's so fuckin fat and veiny... jesus"

I said, "yeah dude, I'm veiny as fuck..."

"And you weren't lying--that's one ugly dick haha. You might be related to
Shrek"

"Yeah I know. Most girls won't even try to suck me. Then again, most girls
can't"

"Shit I wouldn't care-- I bet you have fun playing with that big ass dick"

"Yeah that's true. I do" I reached for the oil bottle that was in Nick's
lap, and when I grabbed it I accidently grazed his sac. Nick didn't even
flinch.

"Yup, I stopped caring about dating once I finally realized that no one is
gonna love my big fuckin dick like I do. Like what girl is gonna want to
milk my musty fuckin pole for hours, several times a day?" This statement
must have triggered something because he started double fisting his cock,
aggressively twisting his hands in opposite directions, and bucking his
hips. "I fuckin love this dick bro," he whined.

"You're not wrong. My girlfriend sucks at stroking me and acts grossed out
if she catches me playing with it."

"See that sucks. Just stroke with me bro"

"Thanks man."

I started stroking my head using the backhand technique, twisting at it
firmly but slowly so my greasy dong wouldn't make too much noise. Then I
slowly milked myself from the base, and when I got to the tip, I tried to
keep a cool face when my knees buckled. Nick was watching me amused

"Haha you look like you're taming a beast

"jees man," I whispered

"Your meat feels good, huh bro?"

"yeah"

"Here take some more oil. Get it all greasy and bloated like mine."

Nick poured oil all over my hand and dick. I thrusted my hips forward,
threw my head back, and went to town.

"You love playing with your meat, huh bro?"

"yeah"

"Say it.

"I love playing with my meat"

"Yeah me too...Look at us--two hung pervs with our greasy dongs
out. Stroking our huge fucking dicks... This is fuckin funny."

Nick stood up and spread his legs really far apart. He put one hand on his
hip and tilted his head back with a sigh as he stroked himself. Moments
later he looked at his watch and then at me, "How long do you edge for
typically?"

"Usually at least two hours, depends on the day"

"You smoke weed?"

"I haven't in a while, but I'm not opposed to it... why what's up?"

"Wanna chill tonight? Smoke some ganj?"

I had made plans with Lisa, but immediately decided that I was going to
cancel.  I already don't have a lot of friends in this city, so there was
no way that I was going to pass up a chance to hang with someone as cool as
Nick outside of work. Nick was showing me a whole new side of having a
bro. I could be my authentic horny self, and Nick would cheer me on instead
of thinking I'm a weirdo. I admired him so much for being so proud of what
most people consider perviness. He even thinks my boner is cool! It was at
that moment that I decided that I was going to try to be more like Nick;
laid back, unafraid to be a little messy, and proud of his manhood. I
spread my legs wide enough that I could be at his height and started
copying the way he stroked. For a few seconds all you could hear was the
sound of us playing with our super greasy dicks. We stood there for a bit,
casually edging while we swapped stories about being stoned. Nick and I
would openly take glances at each other's junk, thrusting our hips forward
lewdly showing off, and occasionally letting out a quiet, "fuuuck dude."
Both of us were so hard that neither of our concrete boners even
flinched. Nick obviously could have shot his load at any second because he
could only stroke once or twice before taking his hand off his
wood. Suddenly he reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone, and with
one hand squeezing his wood, he began to read.

"Huh, I forgot my nephew is coming for the weekend. He'll probably already
be at my place."

"Ok. Wanna rain check then?"

"Oh no he's cool. He's a nerdy little teenaged stoner just like I was in
high school"

Nick stopped stroking and stood up straight. He gave his pole a squeeze,
then undid his belt and pants so he could shove his hard cock into his
slacks. I followed suit. I wanted to comment on his dense unruly bush but
figured there would be time for that later. We both laughed for a second
once we saw how hilarious our massive boners looked tenting our
trousers. Nick's cock was shooting out of his left hip while mine made an
obscene sausage shaped bulge down my thigh.

My new friend sat down in his chair and rolled over to his desk as if
nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He said, "Alright I'm gonna tie
things up here. I'll meet you by the elevators in like 15, then you can
follow me home in your car."

"Sounds good, bro," I replied, trying not to sound like an excited kid in
the line at an amusement park.

We did a fist bump and I headed back to my desk to clock out. I told Lisa
that I'd make it up to her for canceling, but she was just happy I made a
friend at work. I figured that I'd just take her out on Saturday, but
little did I know that I wouldn't make it back to my apartment until Sunday
morning.



PART TWO SOON