The Incredible Hunk Part 03

Darren didn’t mind working as security for a large science firm. He’d never known what any of them did, but that didn’t matter. All he had to do was sit at the front desk, hand out IDs and then walk around the building from time to time, nodding his head at the employees. None of them were too bad. They were just awkward. 

Most of them just didn’t know what to say to him. Seeing his wide 6’4” figure probably made them all feel miniscule. Or maybe it reminded them of former bullies. Darren didn’t know the answer but he did his best to pretend that he didn’t notice. 

One of them came into the front door with his badge, and flashed it at Darren. He used it to get deeper into the building. Darren leaned back into his chair and interlocked his fingers. If there weren’t any visitors, everything was fairly autonomous, especially at night. People would come in and leave as they saw fit. He just had to make sure to say goodbye. And then sometimes receive a wave. 

He was just happy that he wasn’t here the previous night. After hearing about some kind of leak or explosion, people were apparently freaking out and running all over the place. The police, fire department and several ambulances were called for the disturbance. But since he wasn’t there, he didn’t have to do any of the paperwork. Seeing the stack next to the compute only brought a smile to his face as it was work that he didn’t have to do. 

And how crazy would it be for two crazy things to happen in a row. But then he looked at the video feed. “Shit…” his mouth fell open as he watched some kind of hulking guy get out of a car and start walking to the front door. He quickly rushed around to the front of the desk and tried to lock the door.

However, the guy was quick. He had the first door open, almost having to duck a bit to fit into the atrium. Darren stayed on the other side of the doors, locking that one instead. As the lock clicked, his head rolled back to look the other man in the eyes. “Hello,” the guy smiled and waved his hand. 

The absolute nonchalant way he said it made Darren almost smile. “He-he-hey,” Darren tried to use his more authoritative voice, but it still came out rather softly. He cleared his throat a few times before speaking again. “You can’t come in here.”

“Why not? I work here…”

“You work here?” Darren’s eyes narrowed. His hand was on the keys in the lock and almost turned them on instinct. He resisted. “I’m sorry, but no. I don’t know anyone who looks like you who works here.”

“Well it’s kind of a funny story…” the guy trailed off. “But I do.”

“Do you have an ID?” Darren asked.

The guy smiled. “I seemed to have left it in my other pants.”

He gestured down and Darren’s eyes naturally followed. Before he realized what he was doing, he closed his eyes quickly and tried to turn away. But it was too late. He’d seen what was hanging between those legs. Darren always thought his was naturally endowed, but just even a glance at the rod between the man in front of him made him feel wholly inadequate.

“C’mon Darren. I’ve been working here for years. Can’t you let it slide? Just this once?” the man asked.

For a second, Darren almost felt like he recognized the man. It was the way he said it, that made Darren start to wonder if he did know him. His cadence was a bit more confident, and less flirty, with a bit more husk and command behind it. But Darren could hear Justin behind it. And then take away about a foot and a half in height and over 200 pounds of muscle, he looked a little bit familiar. 

“Justin?” he asked.

“You got it,” Justin answered.

Darren’s heart seemed to have felt a flutter as he looked up at the smiling man. Justin was one of the few guys who worked here who was willing to talk to him and treat him more than just some doorman. He’d come in with all kinds of random stories and talk to Darren, even though he probably wasn’t supposed to. Not to mention how he’d lean against the counter and stare at him with clear and obvious intent. 

Even if Darren wasn’t gay, he couldn’t help but kind of enjoy it as he was being desired. After he’d gained a bunch of weight, girls just didn’t seem to be all that into him anymore. Not to mention how security guard wasn’t the most exciting job title either. With the company he was working for, he was more than financially secure. He just used it to help weed out people who wanted him for his money instead of him.

“You going to let me in?” Justin asked.

Darren realized just how much he’d zoned out. His mind seemed to have just stopped working as he held the key in the door. Even now it shook lightly, almost ready to comply. “I’m not supposed to…” there was almost a whine in his voice. 

“C’mon man,” Justin said. “You know I work here. I just don’t have my ID badge.”

“I know. But…” Darren’s hands still shook. The shake was almost enough to unlock the door by himself. He could feel some sort of tension between them. His mouth went dry.

“It’ll be fine. I’ll talk to Mr. Jackson later. How about that?”

“You will?” Darren’s hand twisted by accident, unlocking the door. He hadn’t even realized it until Justin pushed his way in. 

“You’re so awesome!” Justin said. He leaned forward to give Darren a kiss on the mouth. His tongue pushed through the other man’s lips, yet Darren wasn’t disgusted. The taste was sublime. Somehow so hearty and warm, and inviting. “Thanks,” Justin pulled away.

But Darren didn’t let him go. His hand grabbed Justin’s wrist and held him tightly. “N-not yet,” Darren found himself saying. Something was telling him he didn’t want this to be over. Even if he’d never looked at another like this before, he didn’t want it to be over yet. The strain in his black uniform pants was growing by the second and he wanted to see it all the way through.

Darren felt conflicted. He was straight. On the job. Working. But Justin was just so sexy. His tall broad shoulders were packed with dense heavy muscle. His chest bounced with every step he took and each of his abs was prominent without him ever flexing. Darren wanted to suck and lick those pointy nipples and hear Justin’s moans of joy.

A haunting thought went through his mind. That he just wasn’t good enough. Someone like Justin could have anyone they wanted and compared to his flabby and unrefined body. It’d been years since he’d been to a gym. Or really thought about taking care of himself. But still, he felt like he needed to try.

“Oh?” Justin sounded interested. And he didn’t leave. When he turned around Darren was given his answer. A long hard cock pointed right at him. Somehow Justin was a grower. Even soft it had been impressive, now it was nearly twice as thick and leaking. Leaking for him.

Darren felt his mouth watering. So many thoughts ran through his mind. But his knees seemed to react on their own as they dropped out from under him. He could feel his weight pressing against the floor. His face was right next to it. The smell all the more enticing. 

“Eager…” Justin taunted. “I thought you’d resist more.”

“You’re so sexy…” Darren’s eyes were locked on the piece of meat in front of him. His mouth opened as wide as possible, yet he still wasn’t sure how he’d fit it inside him. He let his tongue hang out while he licked the tip, tasting it. 

“It’s hard not to say the same about you,” Justin said. 

Darren could hear the light shake in the commanding man’s voice. Even if Justin was trying to act tough, feeling Darren’s tongue against his cock had clearly sent a pleasurable sign through his entire body. He gave the tip a few more kisses, feeling more of the pre touch his lips. His mind was still grappling with how to take it all, but he opened his mouth and pushed. Somehow the thick rod just seemed to fit inside it. 

He kept going, allowing the dick to push all the way to the back of his throat. Yet, he didn’t gag. “Oh shit… That’s it…” Justin moaned. His head rolled back.

The complement felt better than Darren could have ever imagined. He always wondered why anyone would want to suck a cock. What benefit did they really get? But feeling those words hit his ears, he felt his dick throb with excitement. Everything about the situation made him more excited. His body loved the attention.

And when Justin’s hand held onto the back of Darren’s head, Darren almost finished right then and there. He suddenly felt accepted. Even with his lack of skills, Justin was telling him to continue. And Darren did. With each additional flip of the tongue or suck, he wanted to keep going. Hearing Justin moan and groan under the pressure Darren was putting him through.

It made Darren feel hot. Both figuratively and literally. Sweat started pouring out of his body, staining the gray and black uniform he was wearing. It pulled tightly against his chest. And should have against his belly. But didn’t. Instead of a hefty layer of fat, it was rapidly receding into six separate bumps. The same was happening to his arms as the fat disappeared, but the size didn’t. If anything the sleeves felt even tighter.

The top button of his shirt popped open revealing the deep divot between his pecs. And he couldn’t stop wiggling his toes, looking for some kind of room for them. Everything just felt so tight. But all of that was just a minor distraction to the cock in his mouth. That’s all he wanted to focus on. 

“So fuckin hot... So fuckin sexy…” Justin moaned again. His deep rumbling voice filled the lobby. Darren didn’t know how he could hold on. He could feel the light squeezes to the back of his head each time Justin held himself back. But then there was one where he couldn’t. Despite all Justin’s restraint, his will was finally giving up. He squeezed and tried to release, but couldn’t. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

Darren readied himself, feeling the cock nearly lock and load for him. He felt the torrents of cum fly to the back of his mouth but he greedily swallowed every last drop. 

Justin let out a bit of a laugh. He used a finger to lead Darren back up to his feet and kissed him again. “Thanks,” he smiled.

“N-n-no problem,” he said.

“Now since we’ve already done something a bit unprofessional, do you mind doing one more?”

Darren looked around realizing what he’d just done. But there wasn’t any fear or worry anymore. “Yeah. We can do that.” He hopped back over the counter. Even with his oversized muscles, there seemed to be a level of flexibility and acrobatics with them as well. His pants were the only thing holding him back, but with the power he’d exerted to jump the desk, they’d split down his rear. “I’ll just get you a temp ID and then when you get your real one, return this one.”

“I can do that,” Justin smiled as he grabbed it. 

Darren watched as he ducked under the door to go deeper into the lab. He was just hoping that when Justin returned he’d be just as friendly as he’d always been. Leaning back in his chair, he couldn’t help but feel a bit lonely again. His eyes caught one of the researchers going on his 2:00am break by himself. They turned from their hazel to bright green as a smile filled his face. “Time for rounds…”