Simon Started Working Out

Hey y'all, I know I'm dramatically late on the next chapter of "Encore" for Horny Himbo level subscribers, so I thought I'd apologize by sharing a short little story that popped into my head this morning. Free for everyone.

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I hate Mondays.  Alarm clock, coffee, bus ride, then back to the office for another week in my cubicle.

But when I walked past reception, Brandon looked like hell.  That’s the twenty-something that works behind the front desk, answering phones and greeting visitors.  His one and only skill is looking good, but today his hair was a mess.

“Rough weekend?” I asked.  Anything to delay logging on.

“Nah, it was okay,” he said, his eyes not quite tracking.  “Hey, did you hear, Simon started working out!”

“The IT guy?” I asked.  I pictured the skinny little nerd.  He’d have to lift weights for a decade just to fill out a size small t-shirt.

“Yeah,” Brandon grinned.  Then the phone rang and I had to head to my desk.

I signed into my computer and pulled up my email.  Twenty-two messages since Friday afternoon, not a single one that actually mattered.  I chuckled at a cartoon my Dad sent, read a few memos, and deleted the rest.

“Hey bud,” Tony said, cruising by my desk with his morning cup of joe.  Tony’s that guy in every office who spends all day catching up with the team.  This morning he looked a little worse for the wear — one of his shirttails was untucked, and his tie was loose.

“Oh, hey Tony,” I yawned.  “Tell me there’s a fresh pot.”

“Just made one,” he said, not really paying attention.  “You know Simon started working out?”

“Uh… yeah,” I said.  “Brandon mentioned it.”

“Cool,” Tony said, staring off into the distance.  “Cool.”

He wandered off to chat with the next desk.  It was weird, usually a chat with Tony takes fifteen or twenty minutes, but today he was hit and run.  And how weird was it that everyone was talking about Simon?

I worked on spreadsheets for a few minutes before my brain finally clicked — there was fresh coffee.  I grabbed my mug and headed for the kitchen, hoping there would still be some left.  My boss was just leaving when I arrived.

“Hey,” he said, giving me an empty smile.  Like Tony and Brandon, Mr. Carson was looking under the weather too.  His suit jacket was missing, and he’d missed a button on his untucked shirt.

“Good morning Mr. Carson,” I said, putting on a professional smile.  “How are you today?”

“Had some trouble with my email…” he managed after a few seconds.  “Hey… Simon started working out!”

“Yeah, I heard,” I said, wondering what this was all about.  Were they playing a practical joke on me?  It was a strange one.

“See you around…” Mr Carson murmured, putting one hand on the wall and using it to guide him away.

I filled up my coffee and headed back to my desk.  A quick glance around the office showed four or five other people in the same dishevelled state.  I had a feeling that they’d all tell me about Simon’s new hobby.

When in doubt, go right to the source.

“Hi Simon,” I tapped into an email.  “My computer mouse keeps sticking.  Can you help me out?”  Whoosh, the message sent.  Ping, he responded almost immediately.

“Drop by IT,” Simon had written.  “We’ll get you sorted.”

I unplugged my mouse — it worked perfectly fine — and headed for the stairs.  IT is in the office basement, just up the hall from the boiler room.  Simon is a one man department, and a bit of a mole person.

I knocked twice on the doorframe and gasped.

“Oh wow,” I gasped, staring at man in front of me.

Simon was supposed to be a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet.  Instead he was easily three hundred pounds of ripped muscle.  I could tell because he wasn’t wearing a shirt.  Just a tiny pair of red gym shorts.  They barely covered his obscene bulge.

“You got a bum mouse?” he asked casually, levering his bulk out of his chair.  “Sorry about that, we got a bunch of bad ones in the last batch.”

I was frozen in place, trying to process what I saw in front of me.  He lifted the mouse from my hand, tossing it in a box on the floor.  He turned away for a minute to search his shelves for a replacement.  He looked like a goddamn bodybuilder, that wide V back and a tight little waist.  And that ass… I was shocked his shorts were holding.

“Simon…” I croaked out.  “What the fuck happened?”

“Oh, this?” he laughed, giving me a flex of his bicep.  “I started working out.  My boyfriend got me a gym membership for my birthday, and I guess it works.”

“You look fucking amazing,” I said.  “I didn’t know people could look this hot in real life!”

Did I actually say that?  I’m straight.  I’ve got a girlfriend.

“Yeah,” he chuckled modestly.  “I’ve had like a dozen guys suck my dick this morning.”

My eyes flashed down to his bulge.  Like the rest of him, it was huge.  I bet his balls were twice the size of mine.  Maybe three times.

“You wanna?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.  “It’s cool, my boyfriend and I are open.”

I nodded slowly.  My mouth was hanging open.  It was hard to think, like there wasn’t any room for thoughts when Simon was in the room.

“Take off your shirt,” Simon ordered.  “I cum pretty big loads since I started working out, don’t want to ruin your clothes.”

I grabbed the front of my shirt and ripped.  Buttons flew across the room and clattered on the concrete floor.  Whatever…

“You wanna worship it?” Simon asked.

Of course I wanted to worship it!  I dropped down on my knees in front of him, breathing deep as his musk hit the back of my nose.  Simon grinned and pushed his shorts down to his knees, then let my hands pull them the rest of the way.  He stepped out of them, finally naked.

His cock was fuckin’ huge, and it was bobbing just in front of me.  He took it and slapped me in the face a few times, leaving a long trail of precum across my cheek.  The very tip of it brushed across my lips and they tingled where it touched.

It was so big.  I let jaw drop as open as I could, trying to remember how my girlfriend did this.

Stick my tongue out a little so it covers my teeth.  Curl down my lip to cover the upper set.  Try to shape my mouth into an “O”.  Once it was in there, seal it nice and tight.

But when his cockhead slipped inside me, I forgot all that.  Suck.  Suck.  Suck it so hard.  Throat.  Throat.  Oh god yes, fuck my throat!

He pulled it out and whacked me across the face again.

“Lick it,” Simon said.

I stared slow, but after the first couple licks I couldn’t help myself anymore.  It was like an ice cream cone, but hot on my tongue, and infinitely more delicious.  I buried my face in his bush and took big long licks up the shaft.  Swirled my tongue around the head.  I remembered how much I liked that.

A guy knows what a guy likes.  Damn… I need some gay friends… imagine a dude sucking my cock too!  The thought exploded in my head and covered everything.  Dudes sucking my cock…  My mouth around theirs…  Their hands groping at my pecs…

I tongued Simon’s balls and thought about Brandon sucking on mine.

Simon slid his cock down my throat again and I dreamed about Tony fucking my face.

Mr. Carson bending me over and…

“FUCK YEAH…” Simon rumbled, pumping a load down my throat.  It felt like a rifle going off, blowing my brains to smithereens.  I swallowed as best as I could, wanting to keep a little part of him inside me forever.  Protein, right?  I had to get to the gym like… ASAP.  Make sure that cum ended up inside my muscles.

His cock was still twitching a little when he pulled out, so I got treated to a couple little spurts on my tongue.  Mmmm… that’s just like… the best taste ever.

The last bit dribbled down my chin.  I coulda wiped it off, but… it’s hotter to let it dry there, right?  Hotter to wear Simon’s load on my face.

“Looks like someone enjoyed himself,” Simon teased when I stood.  He was right — there was a damp spot on my slacks.  I’d blown my little load straight into my boxers.  Didn’t even need to touch it.

He pulled up his shorts, even though his cock was getting hard again.

“I could go again…” I said.  Asked?  Begged?

“Not today,” he said, sitting back in his chair and pulling up his email.  “I can’t spend all day face fucking you, there’s a lot of guys in the building.  Make sure you spread the word, and maybe next time I’ll use that ass.”

“Yah,” I said dreamily.  Next time.  Maybe tomorrow?  I guess there was a lot to do today… hit the gym, suck more dick, break up with my girlfriend…

“Don’t forget your mouse,” he said, tossing me the box.

I took it and drifted out the door.  Eventually I made it upstairs, though I don’t remember how.  All I could think about was his cum drying on my face.  Would people notice?  Would they know I’m a hot slut?

About two minutes later, Greg was at my desk, giving me a concerned look.

“You doing okay buddy?” Greg was saying.

“Huh?  Yeah…”

I tried to focus on him, I really did, but all I could think about was my mouth around his cock.  I reached up and tweaked my nipple as he talked — my shirt was open over my chest.  I wrecked the buttons.

There was something important I had to tell him…

“Hey… did you hear,” I said, everything clear for a second.  “Simon started working out!”