Bro-Forma Statements: Bryce Part 2

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

Read first part with Bryce here

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He said it like a challenge. Like a joke. Like this wasn’t the moment everything tipped.

“Suck my dick, Dan.”

The air got still.

We weren’t laughing anymore. He wasn’t grinning as wide. I wasn’t moving. Still crouched at his feet like I was tying a shoe, except now there was a half-hard cock hanging right in front of me, thick and flushed and swinging with every breath he took.

He’d actually done it.

Unbuttoned. Unzipped. Dropped his pants and underwear like we weren’t in a midtown office tower. Like there weren’t CCTV cameras probably recording from three angles. Like it was funny.

I looked at Bryce's cock. Right there in front of my face dangling. Big. Not ridiculous but heavy. Thick base, curved up slightly, foreskin pulled back just enough to show the slick head, darker and veiny. Bryce didn’t shave everything either. Just trimmed. Full balls. Dense at the base. Masculine in that casual way guys like him always are...like he didn’t have to try.

I didn’t say anything for a second.

Then I reached out.

Not dramatic. Just a single hand, palm open, like I was going to take a measurement. Bryce twitched slightly when I touched his cock. The base was warm. Heavy. He was getting harder in my hand.

“Jesus. Dan,” he muttered.

He trailed off. Didn’t move. Just stood there, hands at his sides, shirt half-tucked, his cock rising in my grip.

“Still think I’m joking?” I said.

He laughed under his breath. “I mean… fuck. Guess not.”

But he didn’t stop me. Didn’t push my hand away when I gave it a little stroke. Didn’t flinch when I let my thumb press lightly beneath the head and watched his abs twitch through the fabric of his undershirt.

We were quiet. Just us. Soft office hum, the buzz of monitors we forgot to shut off, distant traffic echoing from the street.

Then I leaned forward. Close.

Close enough to smell him; like whiskey and fabric softener and that faint, musky sweat guys only get after lifting heavy. My nose brushed his lower belly. His cock twitched. I could feel it against my cheek.

“You sure about this?” I asked.

Bryce laughed. But it was tighter this time. “Fuck, Dan, you think I’d have my cock out if I wasn’t?”

He said it like he was still in control.

He wasn’t.

I looked up. Met his eyes. Then I licked his cock. Just one slow pass, base to tip. Flat of my tongue dragging upward, catching the warm skin, the taste of sweat, and that sharp, unmistakable flavor of cock. Not clean. Not dirty. Just raw.

“Shit,” he breathed.

I smiled.

“You’re twitchy.”

“You’re insane,” he said. “This is the office.”

“Then don’t moan so loud, bro.”

I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, let it rest against my tongue for a second. Felt the pulse of it. Felt him start to grow even more. His cock was throbbing now.

Bryce looked down, mouth parted like he didn’t know what to say. “Bro,” he muttered. “Fuck. I don’t know what the fuck I’m even doing right now.”

“Chill,” I said, letting him go with a soft pop. “Don’t be precious about it. Be a man and enjoy the fucking blowjob”

That made him laugh. Real, from-the-gut laughter. “You’re such a dick.”

“Mm-hmm,” I said. “And yours is in my mouth”

I gripped the base again, steadying him, and went back in. Slower now. Let my mouth ease down, little by little. Felt the stretch of him at the back of my throat. My lips slid over the ridge of his cockhead, the curve, the weight of him. Bryce swore again. Hands on his hips now, fingers twitching like he didn’t know if he should grab me or shove me or just stand there and take it.

He did the last thing.

Took it. Stood there cocky.

Let me work my mouth around his cock while his legs tensed and his shirt stuck tighter to his chest. I pulled back, spat lightly in my palm, stroked him a little faster, then went back in. He hit deeper that time. Warm and slick and heavy on my tongue.

“You’re really doing this,” he muttered.

“Mmhmm.”

“This isn’t..fuck...this isn’t even gay, right?”

I pulled off for a second, letting his cock bounce lightly against his abs.

“Bro,” I said. “It’s a stress relief strategy. Shut the fuck up and enjoy it while I am in the mood.”

That made him laugh again. Then moan.

“Shit.”

“Just keep it down,” I said, licking the underside of his shaft. “Last thing we need is security catching us.”

He reached for the desk behind him like he needed to steady himself. I watched his knuckles go white.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered. “Your mouth’s fucking insane.”

“You say that to all your analysts?”

“Just the ones with DSL,” he grinned. (Dick Sucking Lips for reader who don't know what DSL means)

“You wish.”

I went back down, took him a little deeper. Let him hit the back of my throat and stay there for a second. His thighs flexed. His breathing changed.

“Dan,” he muttered. “Shit. Fuck. You’re..fucking... craz..”

He didn’t finish the sentence.

Didn’t need to.

I could feel it. The shift. The twitch. The building heat in his cock. The way his hips started to move just slightly, testing it, pushing forward like instinct took over. I let him. Hands behind my back now. Let him own the rhythm. Let him feed it to me.

“Dan,” he breathed.

I looked up.

“You want your protein now or after your shake?”

He barked a laugh.

“Fuck it,” he said.

He came hard.

One hand slapped the desk behind him. The other tangled in his own shirt. He didn’t pull out. Just groaned through gritted teeth, letting every pulse of it land on my tongue, against the back of my throat. Warm. Sharp. Salty.

I swallowed without breaking eye contact. Just stayed there, mouth full, jaw aching, as his cock twitched one more time. Then slowly pulled off.

Bryce was breathing like he’d run a lap. Shirt damp. Hair messed. Hands still braced like he didn’t trust his own legs.

He looked down at me. Eyes wide. “You swallowed.”

I licked my lips. “You moaned, bro.”

He stared. Then started to laugh again. “Fuck, Dan,” he said. “If you tell Sarah from HR, I’ll kill you.”

“I won’t,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “But I’m telling the intern.”

He zipped up fast, shaking his head.

“You’re a menace.”

“Eh.”

“You’re not even gonna stand up?”

“I like the view.”

“Dude.”

“You liked it.”

He didn’t deny it. Just grabbed his laptop and said, “Let’s never talk about this again.”

"You bet."

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We talked about it again. Monday.

Morning came like nothing had happened.

Bryce was back in his tailored suit, hair perfect, button-down tight against his chest. Team meeting at 9:00. I was flipping through deck pages when he slid into the chair next to me, leaned close, and whispered:

“Dan, suck my dick.”

Like always.

Except this time?

He winked.

Only we both knew that it had already happened.

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Next week?

Let’s just say that Senior VP I mentioned earlier, yeah... the one who moaned at the urinal?

Yeah.

You're gonna meet him. He might have seen the CCTV footage of me on my knees gagging on Bryce's cock in the middle of the bullpen. Fuck. Let's see if I am fired or do I need to make up to him somehow.