Happy Meat E10 | One of my coworkers is hung as hell, and the other is as hard as a rock

Everyone is over the age of 18

-------------------------------------------------------Maybe I'm speaking to a select crowd here, but working a job with an ass filled with cum is not easy. The rest of my shift was pure torture. Silas’ cum would not stay inside me no matter how hard I tried to stay clenched. Every time I moved from the cutting counter to the assembling counter, I felt another warm trickle slip out of my hole and run down the inside of my thigh. 

I'm a tool for taking a minimum wage job so seriously, but you can see how it was frustrating for me to keep working, yeah? 

Dante definitely noticed. I caught him watching me squirm while I restocked the cups, because if walking around had me leaking, imagine me having to bend down to grab supplies. One particular squat had me jumping back up, because I felt a big glob of Silas’ seed coming through me and I did not want to spend the next four hours with a giant wet patch in the back of my pants. 

“You good, dawg?” Dante laughs. He comes to my corner and grabs the cups for me. Then, he gives me a firm pat on the back, right between my shoulder blades. 

“Oh fuck,” I mutter. The jolt he gives my body causes me to unclench and Silas’ wad slides out of my hole. 

“Did you say fucker?” Dante asks, hitting my head lightly with the pack of plastic cups. “Ain't doing you any more favours after this.” 

“No, I didn't…” I turn to my coworker and feel the wetness seep through my underwear and make its way downwards. 

As frustrating and embarrassing and ridiculous as it was to be in this situation, the slutty side of me pulsated inside me. 

I have a man’s load inside me. No, two loads. 

God, he cums like a fire hydrant. I feel more of Silas’ juices move inside me. How can there still be more?

Muscles make any shirt look good. Dante's sculpted arms fill up our beige uniform like it’s a gym shirt. When I wear the shirt, it makes me look ill because of how pale I am. Against his ebony skin, he looks … majestic. 

“Lemme guess. Silas and you drank from his flask in the bathroom and that's why he ditched early. And now you're buzzed.” 

“What? No.” I shake my head. Dante leans back on the counter, and the already tight shirt wraps around his chest in a way where he might as well be shirtless. I have to bite my tongue from moaning in appreciation. 

The equally beige pants we have to wear are ugly as hell too, and yet I can still imagine his massive dick inside them, tucked into one of the leg holes. 

“You motherfuckers are weird,” Dante says with a smirk.

Then, to my relief, he let it go and turned back around. I double checked my pants and thanked the fast-food restaurant gods for choosing an itchy fabric that doesn't seep through easily. 

By the time we clocked out, I was a mess. I get sweaty by the grill as it is, and the extra tension of clenching the entire time had me drenched. The clenching was futile too, because my underwear was clearly soaked regardless. Whenever I did relax though, I felt a strong flow coming out and I had to at least try to slow down the flood. 

Since Silas left work early, I walked home with Dante.

“So,” Dante starts, glancing over at me. “You going to spill what happened in the bathroom or what? He talk some shit about me?” 

“You did fuck the love of his life.” 

“Aight.” He rolls up his sleeves to air out his pits. “It is what it is, man. You never fuck a buddy’s woman before? Oh. A buddy’s man?” 

“Not knowingly, anyway.”

“Meaning?” 

“It's gotten messy, yeah. Sometimes they're married and they don't tell me.” 

“DAMN PLAYA!” 

I felt kinda shocked but also good about his proud reaction. I mean, no one has ever praised me for being a married man’s side piece before. Honestly, I had never even told anyone that.

“I need a smoke. You in a hurry?” 

“No, not really.” 

We turned left into a park and found a bench to sit on. Dante lit up, and I don't smoke, so I sat next to him as he took his first couple puffs. 

“So you weren't drinking in the bathroom. Y’all fuck then?” 

“Um…” 

Dante blows out more smoke with a snicker of humour. “That's a yes. You know what? Good on Silas. When my ex slutted around, I fucked all her friends. Hah.” He stomps the cigarette out under his sneakers. “Maria though, that’s too much woman for him anyway. He don't got the assets to make someone like her happy.” 

“You mean…” 

“His cock, man. That shit small as fuck.”

“It's got a nice curve to it,” I say. And it stays super hard the whole time, which can be a challenge for some men. The multiple cumshots are impressive too. I just didn't think that Dante wanted to hear that much information about dick, so I didn't say it. 

“Yeah, but… you know what, homie, you kind of our resident expert on cock here,” Dante turns to me. “What's better? A small one like his or a big one like mine.” 

“It's hard to say.” The way he's eyeing me, makes me feel both intimidated and turned on. The sweat on his face combined with the bruising on his cheek makes him look dangerously sexy.

“Did he get you off or nah??” Dante purses his lips and cocks his head. 

“Technically, no.”

“Technically,” he scoffs. “Did you nut or not, white boy?”

“No.”

“You nutted that first time he fucked you though, didn’t you? But you didn’t with me,” Dante recounts, and he grabs his crotch in an unmistakable way. “So which one is better? Big or small?” 

“I don't know…” I whimper.

“If you don’t have an answer, you about to do some research,” He keeps eye contact with me as he pulls his trousers down, and the black snake unfurls along his thigh. With one movement, he pulls me up from the bench and in between his legs. “You wanna study to be a science geek, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“Then you won’t mind doing some trials, huh?” Dante says with a snicker.

“Okay…”

With almost expert precision, he reaches around and unbuttons my pants, and they come down to my knees. 

“What the fuck, dawg?” Dante says. “Was this Silas?” 

“Yeah,” I whisper as he yanks down my wet underwear. His hands spreading my cheeks apart makes my hole tingle in the evening air. 

“Right here, white boy.” He pushes my knees up, and then I feel his giant cock at my used hole. “Oh shit, you wet.” 

“OHHh!” I shout as his head pushes in with the help of Silas’ cum. 

“Damn, that's tight.” His tip doesn't go any further. “Alright, show me how you do it.” Dante relaxes his hips and his hard cock stays anchored in me. 

I take a deep breathe in and exhale. 

“Oh… yeah…” 

Another big breath.

“Oh fuck yeah… shit, man, that's tight as hell. That's it.” 

“OhHHh…” I bite down my tongue as I push past the thickest part of his shaft. 

“Oh yeah… almost there. Make me proud. Come on…”

I thought I was going to pass out. With just an inch to go, I already felt him poking at my guts. 

“Do it for me, white boy. I know you can do this.” His hips thrust just enough to wake me back up, and I impulsively sit down onto him. 

“OhHHHhH!” I thrash onto him at the overstimulating sensation of his big dick speared into me. 

“You're aight.” His arms wrap around me, and holds me stable as my body tries to comprehend how to handle a penetration that pushes the limit of my hole and guts. “You got this. Shhh… uh huh… you got this.” 

“MMmmMmm….” I whimper as my ring attempts to throb but has no space to do so. Instead, my insides hug him, pushing my prostate into his massive tool. 

“Oh fuck.. you're good at taking it all.” Dante nestles himself into me. “Looks like you like it too.” His forearm grazes my rock-hard cock. 

“Oh my god…” My inner walls squeeze around him, reinciting a cycle of pulsation inside me. “Oh my god…oh my god…” 

“You gotta nut, huh?” Dante says. “We ain't even started.” His fist closed around my shaft.

“OH MY GOD!” 

His muscular forearm wraps around my stomach, keeping me fully impaled on him. I kick my legs as my insides crunch around his shaft, and the loop of my prostate pulsing on him kicks me into the point of no return. 

“Ah! Fuck!” With the pressure he has on my g-spot, cum rolls almost painfully up my shaft. I squirm, which makes his hand slide on me. “Ah!” Thick cool rolls out of me, and I'm unable to have a real orgasm with so much of my inner space filled. 

All I can do is try to throb.

With no leeway to really do so. 

“MMMm…mmmMM…” I look down at my own fat cock spilling cum like hot lava onto the concrete. I wish for Dante to stroke it, but I knew he wouldn't, so I didn't ask. 

“Well, shit. I don't even really got to fuck you to make you nut. Let's see Silas do that with his pencil dick.” 

“Uh huh…” I moan softly as I watch the endless flow of thick cum drip out of me. 

More. 

I need more. 

“This ain't over, alright, white boy. Imma get my nut with you.”