Unlocking Bob

by Gus in Florida It was another hot morning in Atlanta, as I got ready for work. I knew the day was destined to be crappy, as I could barely dry off after a shower, the humidity was just too high. I peeked at the clock, and saw that I had less than ten minutes to get to work, to my cramped cubicle that I lovingly call ‘hell’. Frantically, I ran around the apartment, trying to find my keys, wallet and watch, the tools of the trade. Finally, I had them all, flung open the door, and made my way toward the elevator. Right around the corner from my apartment, lives a night security guard for some bank or newspaper, Bob. As I rounded the corner, Bob was sitting on the floor, against his door. “Morning Bob,” I said. “Hey Brian, have a good day.” He knew that I hated my job, but we only passed in the halls and in the laundry room from time to time. Although I was late, I was curious, “What’s wrong?” “Man, I locked my keys in my car. So, I’m just waiting for the super to show up, so I can call a locksmith.” He was obviously tired, and looked both angry and resigned. “C’mon,” I said. “I have a slim-jim in my trunk.” Within minutes I had his car open. He was so happy that he was actually beaming. He invited me up for a bite to eat, in return, but I had the damn office waiting. I looked at my watch, noticing that I was about a minute before being late, so I said, sure. “Hell, I’m gonna be late anyway, I might as well be really late.” What I haven’t mentioned is Bob’s physique. He’s my age, 30, but much heavier than my 230 pound self, he’s got to be pushing 280 on a five foot nine frame. The dark blue uniform was also a nice touch. Once we got inside his apartment, he pointed to the phone, so I could call in, and excused himself for a bathroom trip. Walking over to the recliner beside the phone, I noticed a slightly odd aroma to the area. I sat and grabbed the phone. That’s when I noticed the various video tapes, tube of K-Y, and the stained remote control. Come to think of it, we’ve both lived here for several years, and I never noticed Bob having company. When I got my boss on the phone, I told him that I was having car trouble, and would not be making it in today. I hung up, just as Bob was returning. By then I also noticed a roll of paper towels beside the chair, and a quarter filled small wastebasket. I know what Bob did in his spare time. We ate breakfast, Bob being a very good cook, and chatted. I don’t know how, but the conversation eventually turned to sex, and relationships. I heard Bob saying, “Well, at this point in my life, I’m pretty much a mono-sexual. If I don't get it from myself, then I don’t get it.” “If you’re that lonely, have you thought about maybe a same sex relationship?” I have no idea where that came from, I just blurted it out. “Now that you mention it, yes, but all those thin scrawny guys don’t seem to be interested. Not that I’ve tried all that much, but you know what I mean.” He said. “What you need to do is find a guy more your size, someone who isn’t a posterboy for heroin.” “You mean someone like you?” I choked on my coffee. “Akh, well, yeah, just someone more like you.” “Are you gay Brian?” “No, no I’m not. Listen, I understand what you’re going through. Hey, it’s been a long time since I had a real relationship, and I guess I get lonely too.” “Since you’re the one that brought it up, and I’m not pushing here, but have you thought about it, you know, being with another guy?” He asked. Suddenly, feelings that I hadn’t had in year crept up on me. I didn’t know what to say, and should have kept my mouth shut. “I guess it’s all pretty much the same.” “Can I ask you a favor? If you don't want to, I understand, I am pretty damn fat, so even if, well anyway, would you like to experiment a little?” His neck was bright red, with the flush moving up to his face. “Under two conditions. First, if I say to stop, then we stop. Second, I start. Are you okay with that?” I said. “Yeah, but the first condition applies to me too. Okay?” Without any further comment, we got up and went into the living room. Bob started to unbutton his shirt. “No, you just sit down.” He sat in the recliner, and waited. My pulse was going through the roof, but I was also having some stirrings below my belt. This was going to be interesting. I kneeled on the floor, between his uniform clad thighs, and unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, resting my elbows on his upper thighs. As I moved down, I noticed that his ass began squirming in the chair, of course, my forearms were getting closer and closer to his crotch. When I undid the last visible button, I slid my arms down, brushing against a very hard object behind his fly. I took his shoes and socks off, then went back to the shirt. I tried to tug it free, but it was tightly tucked in. I reached down to his belt, and loosened it. I also undid the waist clasp. The rest of the shirt came free, exposing a white t-shirt, which was soon pulled over his head. So here he was, topless, in barefeet, with his pants on. I reached over to the zipped, and pulled it down. I was greeted by a small, yet straight, white cotton spike. Bob had to shift his weight so I could get the pants down, but he seemed only too happy to oblige. Now he sat there, with his soft belly, and legs visible, with a non-stop hard-on. “Well, this is the time to say stop.” I told him. He didn’t say anything, just shook his head. My left hand moved up the inside of his thigh, to the legging of his briefs, then I stopped. My right hand did the same thing. I slipped a finger under each side, and began a very light massage, almost a tickle, along the contour of the briefs. Every third or fourth time, I moved up a little more. Soon, my left hand touched his right ball. It was amazing. This was the first time I ever touched another man in this way, and it felt so good. His balls were slightly pulled up, but about 200 degrees. My right hand also continued upward, but I decided to pull the briefs loose, not off, but just so I had a little more room. I cupped both off his nuts in my hand, and very gently rubbed them. After a minute or so, I moved to his shaft. Now let me be clear about this, Bob is a big guy. As a result, he appears to be under endowed, but that means nothing. Absolutely nothing, except to those twinks. His cock was about five inches around, and about the same length. I could hold most of it in my hand, it was just the right size. I had to see what I was doing, this blind man’s bluff was fun, but I wanted to see his cock. I slid my left hand out from his undies, and pulled the waistband down. It was great. His cock was cut, a deep red, and the head was damp from the clear fluid oozing from it. I pulled at the briefs some more, and Bob lifted his ass right off the chair, so I would have no problem. Now he sat, buck naked, with a throbbing damp cock. I took hold of it, and slid my hand up and down a few times. The pre-cum was so slippery, I could have jerked him off right there, but I had more in mind. I started twisting my hand, and paid close attention to the area under the head. I don’t know why, but that just produced even more pre cum. I was wondering if he hadn’t had a very mild ejaculation, but he cleared that up. “Bri, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum in about ten seconds.” He voice was strained, and out of breath. “We can’t have that.” I said. I leaned over and took the hot head in my mouth. It tasted salty and sweet, and was even more slippery. I began to work him, like I’d never been worked myself. Every few seconds, I felt his cock get harder, like he was clenching his ass. Looking up at him, the look on his face was one of both pain and ecstacy, he was clenching, but it was so he wouldn’t cum. That would not do, go I started to jerk him as well. About ten seconds later, he mumbled, “I’m...ca..ca..cumming.” That was it, he came alright, in buckets. His cock went rock solid, then convulsed jet after jet of hot goo. More and more just continued flying. I had no intention of doing any of this, but decided what the hell, and swallowed what I could. After about a minute, me finally calmed down, still totally out of breath. I sat on the floor, and waited for some sign that he still had a working brain. It took a while. Now it was Bob’s turn. He wasted no time in getting my clothes off, spending a minute or so on my cock. My naked 230 pound frame looked thin compared to his, but at least we were in the same league. “So what do you want me to do?” He asked. “Hey, whatever.” Bob stood up, lead me to the back of his recliner, holding my six inch leash. Then he grabbed the tube of K-Y jelly, and smeared some on my cock. He also shoved a dollop up his ass. Leaning over the back of his chair, he told me to stand behind him, which I did. He reached back, grabbed me again, and directed the head of my cock to his slippery asshole. “Are you sure about this?” I asked. He responded by rubbing me up and down his ass, and started to fuck himself with my dick. He got the head lined up, and pushed back, while pulling my torso toward him. Very slowly, I entered him. At first only about half an inch would go in, so I backed off. I moved forward again, getting the whole head in before meeting strong resistance. We did this for a little while, then after about ten tries, the strong muscle ring loosened, and my cock slid in further. Bob winced in pain, so I stopped. Before I could ask him if I should stop, he pushed backward again, this time hard. My whole cock slid in. He kept the tempo, in, out, in out. Here I was, standing almost still, getting fucked, by an asshole. It felt great. “Stop for a second,” Bob said. “Let’s move to the floor.” Still inside him, we dropped to the floor. He was on all fours, and proceeded to drill himself with my assistance. Faster and faster he went, resulting in my cock swelling to the largest it had ever been. Then, without warning, I erupted, filling his ass with my load. After we both had a chance to rest, we grabbed a shower and switched positions, but that’s another story.