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------------------------------------------------------------- Perving Over my Coworker By Butt Sniffer777
Chapter 1.
About a year and a half ago my company bought up a smaller firm as a play to extend our hold in the local market. For the first few months we maintained both offices in nearby towns, but it soon became apparent that it would be much wiser to house all employees under one roof. Since the other company was a very small one with only three employees, it would only require some small adjustments in our office to accommodate the new coworkers. After some weeks of preparation the consolidation came.
It had worked out that another coworker had changed her inside office for an outer office with a window next to mine as part of the rearranging. The outer offices had large windows looking out over an office courtyard, and the inner walls facing the hallway were also glass to allow light to penetrate to the inner offices. The inner offices also had large panes of glass next to each door so that those offices would at least receive some natural light. The line-up of my office and the newly vacated one was such that the hallway windows lined up with my desk, affording me a partial view into that office.
I had been informed that the space across from me was going to be the new office of Bry, the financial guy for the smaller company. I hadn't had the opportunity to speak with any of the new employees in person save for the owner of the other firm. Bry had seemed quite affable over the phone, so I was fairly optimistic that we'd get along fine.
It's always been my habit to go in early when no one else is in. I can get so much more done when I'm not interrupted by questions and phone calls. I was in my office at my usual early hour when I heard the soft buzzer signaling the front door opening from the main lobby of the building. I got up from my desk and poked my head out into the hallway and said "Hello!" loudly - I couldn't see directly to our lobby area from where I stood. A couple of beats later a youngish man appeared around the corner and walked my way, hand outstretched. I reached out in return and said "You must be Bry. Welcome!"
Bry flashed a big grin and said, "Yes, I'm Bry - you must be Alec. Great to put a face to the voice over the phone!" The man was definitely a looker. He was youthful, but in a masculine, serious way. Probably a couple inches shorter than my 6 ft. and fairly stocky, with light brown hair. The odds of success for our getting along just skyrocketed through the roof in my estimation. I laughed inwardly at myself as I tried to keep things under control and pay attention to what we were talking about. I could feel the blood moving quickly to my crotch as I willed my cock not to chub on our first meeting!
Needless to say, we've ended up getting along tremendously well. Even though he is younger by a good sight than my 50 years, he is really intelligent and funny, and he's exceptionally well-suited for his work - and he's good at it. All of those have served to raise my respect for him greatly, not to mention that the eye candy is incredible!
Over the past months I've learned more about him - he's got a live-in girlfriend, and he plays a lot of soccer with his buddies in a local league. He knows I'm gay, and it doesn't faze him a bit. But the real reason I am nuts about Bry is how he is around the office. He has the most beautifully thick, beefy legs and voluptuous, round ass imaginable. I'm definitely an ass man - an ass pig to be more precise, and I can honestly say that his is one of the most perfect I've ever seen. He has a certain pair of gray pants he wears at least once a week, and he's like a god in them. It's almost as though they're a size too small. The thin suit fabric clings to every square inch of his magnificent ass, and the center seam pulls the fabric deep into the cleft of his butt. My mouth waters every time I see it. The fabric in his crotch area is just as revealing. Bry has a habit of putting his hands in his pockets when he stands in conversation, and in doing so the fabric is stretched taut around his cock and balls, revealing every detail of his junk. He's got a nice, ample set. That gray pair of pants is so clingy when he assumes that pose that I can even tell he's uncut. The long tip of his foreskin extends far past the curve of his cockhead, creating a small ring where the tip pushes out against the taut fabric. Also, when he is seated at his desk he'll lean back and spread his legs wide open. His junk forms a perfect mound between his legs - a true work of art.
Amazingly enough, I don't think he's aware of what he's doing or its effects on me in the least. At first I thought it had to be absolutely impossible that he couldn't know exactly what he was doing, but he's so genuinely at ease with me I have come to the conclusion he's blissfully unaware of his attractions. And that is not a bad thing at all. I can catch quick glimpses of all of his charms as we talk back and forth during the day. And with the line-up of our office windows, I can look to my right across the hallway and see his legs extended out from under his worktable desk. If I lean forward about 6 inches I can even see his shaded crotch under the desk. I do that four or five times a day, making it look like I'm reaching for a pen or something else on my desk. He can see me from his terminal, so I don't want to be too obvious. It's become harder and harder to concentrate when he gives me these unwitting flashes of his spectacularly full ass or his uncut cock throughout the day.
Needless to say, he's been pretty much the sole fodder for my smutty, hot dreams every night. I wake up with an aching hard-on thinking of my head buried in his ripe trench. What I'd give to enjoy that with Bry.
It has also worked out that Bry loves to come into the office early just as I do. If it was anyone else in the firm I'd be pissed off at losing my alone time, but with Bry I couldn't be happier to have him to myself every morning.
About six months ago Bry and I were in the office, about 45 minutes into our work day. Bry got up and left his office. I heard the buzzer of the front door as Bry went to use the restroom down the hall at the back of the main lobby. I had just printed some documents and was heading down to the copy room to retrieve them when I passed his office and was hit by a faint but definite smell. Bry had farted in his office. I stopped dead in my tracks, turned into his office and entered. Sure enough the air in the room was thick with the oily, dank smell of a fresh fart. My knees practically buckled and my adrenaline shot through the top of my head from the smell. It was incredible - really strong and thick, but not really edgy. I don't know why, but I immediately felt comforted and totally turned on by the smell. I huffed in big lungs-full of air deeply, breathing in through my nose and taking everything I possibly could from the air. Suddenly it hit me that Bry had needed to take his morning shit after a fart like that. And probably fast too - the pressure had released a lot of gas into the air. He was at that very second seated with his pants down around his ankles not 20 feet from me as the crow flies, forcing shit out of his hole. I reeled at that twisted, sick thought and thanked my lucky stars! Figuring I had at least a few minutes, I kneeled down at his office chair, sinking my face into the thick, padded upholstery of the chair.
As it made contact, my nose immediately sensed the warmth of the chair seat. Bry's shit-filled hole had been pressed right up against this fabric no more than a couple of minutes before, with nothing between his distended shit ring and the cloth seat except the thin layers of his underwear and the light gray slacks he had on that day. I snorted as deeply as I could, sucking air through the holes in the cloth fabric and pulling the stench of his fart into my nose along with the inhaled air. Jackpot!! My lungs were immediately filled with the concentrated stench of the oily fart that had been impregnated into the fibers by the force of his expelled gas. My head was spinning with the thick, foul odor. As I sniffed and snorted like the filthy pig I was, I kept picturing in my mind's eye Bry's anus, smeared with the spatterings of warm shit he'd just pinched off. In my dreams Bry had brown ass hair that clung to the sides of the turd as it jettisoned from his hole, leaving greasy, sticky streaks of crap clinging to the curled hairs lining his shitter. He'd be sitting there reading texts on his phone while just feet away his crappy hole was the stuff of my fantasies as I sucked in his fart fumes.
I was addicted to the filthy gas - it had been inside his rectum so recently that the seat of the chair still bore the warmth of the fart. My mouth watered and I huffed again and again - probably twenty times more before I started to worry that Bry might come back and catch me in his office. Before I raised myself from the floor I rubbed my upper lip into the fart-impregnated fabric, trying to capture the stench in my mustache and carry it with me back to my office. I made it back to my seat and sat there, stupefied at what I had just done in my hot coworker's office. I vaguely heard the front door buzzer as Bry entered the office and proceeded to his desk, completely unaware of what I had just done to his office chair.
For the rest of that morning I was useless. All I could do was pretend to be busy while I was really doing nothing but thinking about Bry's greasy fart, his amazing ass, his beautiful, uncut cock and my desire to have him on my rim seat for the rest of the week. I leaned forward more than usual that day, catching glimpses of either his outstretched legs or his feet pulled back under his chair and his knees splayed, revealing his shadowy, compact unit. Psychologically it was a total mind fuck. The disconnect between Bry's ignorance of what just went down and his normal friendliness to me was a huge turn-on as I viewed our interactions through a new lens. I now knew the smell of his shit in a way that was so intimate, almost as intimate as my nose in direct contact with his sticky, fetid hole. I was feeling like I had been given an immense gift. I also felt like I was addicted to Bry's trench and I needed to experience it more - in any way I could.
As if things couldn't have gotten any better, Bry came into my office late that afternoon. I had been puzzling over a very complicated spreadsheet and had hit a stumbling block trying to figure out how to set up a calculation. I'd called him in to help as he was really good at setting up advanced spreadsheet functions. Bry squatted down to my right in order to get a better view of my screen. He was focused on the screen trying to figure out the issue. I took the opportunity to look down and check out his beautiful mound of genitals, on display between his spread knees. I could see his cock pressed over toward his right leg while his beautiful, firm balls filled out the remainder of his crotch. I couldn't see the foreskin at this angle, but I could definitely see the bulge of the head as it aimed down his leg. I tried not to stare too brazenly at the incredible sight, but without even thinking I found myself asking Bry more and more questions to keep him focused on the spreadsheet while I continued to sneak looks at his package.
On about the third or fourth look, my eyes rested on his cock head just as I thought I saw it move, flexing in Bry's underwear. I couldn't believe it, but the next time I looked down I saw his shaft flex a couple of times as if he was pumping blood into his cock. Again, he seemed to be doing it without noticing, as he chatted away over the spreadsheet. I can definitely say that I started to get alarmingly hard as soon as I focused on his dick. As unobtrusively as possible I raised my upper lip, touching my fume-soaked mustache up against my nose, breathing in his ass fumes deeply as I watched his cock acting like it had a mind of its own. I shifted my legs to hide my growing boner and suddenly the meeting was over and Bry went back to his own office. I managed to get past his office and down the hall to the men's room. I sat down, pants around my ankles, and used my left hand to push my lip firmly up into my nostrils, taking in the remainder of Bry's fart as I fantasized about everything that had happened today. I jacked off furiously, coming in great heaves and spewing cum everywhere. It took me a few minutes to regain my breath. I made it back to my office, shut the computer down and headed straight for home. I knew I would be cumming at least three or four more times that night as I relived my incredible, piggy day at work.