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