Big Gus

A few months ago, I decided retirement was a bit too sedate for me. A friend of mine owns a furniture making business and he's been trying to convince me to work for him for years. He gave me a key to the building, inviting me to make a visit anytime in order to look the place over and tell him what I think.

For the past thirty-some years I've been getting up so early, even the roosters are still snoring. I thought I'd beat all the rush-hour traffic and make a quick visit -- and have time to high tail it out of there before anyone else shows up. If I didn't like the set-up, I could be out of there and back to my retirement before the height of rush hour.

Evidently, I'm not the only one that likes to get up early in the morning. The offices at the furniture plant were dark and only a few safety lights were glowing in the cavernous dark space above all the machines. At the far side of the plant, a staircase lead up to a second floor area, I assumed it was some sort of clean-room for staining and varnishing or something. I figured on taking a quick peek before skipping out; the plant was a fairly typical arrangement with quite a few good pieces of machinery. I thought I could turn out some high quality furniture so working there was going to be just fine.

Across the plant, the door at the top of the stairs didn't lead to a clean-room; it opened to a long hallway. It didn't look that big from the opposite side of the building, but I ventured down the hall to see what there was to see. Oh, storage rooms and locker rooms for men and women. That's nice, I wouldn't have to get into my car dripping sawdust and stinking of lacquer and varnish.

The instant I opened the men's locker room door, I knew something was up, - so to speak. The lights were on and clearly, the noises I heard were not the clanking of locker doors and shaving razors tapping on sinks. I suddenly wasn't missing my morning caffeine.

A shower was running and two men's voices were alternately moaning and grunting. Quietly following the sound, I peeked around a corner to see an open room; three sinks lined the left and right sides while nearly the entire end of the room opened into a shower room. On one side of the shower room, a single showerhead rained down on a stocky, dark skinned man who leaned on the wall, as if a cop had just put him in the frisk-me position. A very tall, extremely muscular, and hairy man bent his legs, injecting his cock into the shorter man's ass.

Every time the hairy guy slid his cock up the other guys' ass, one man would moan and the other would grunt. The taller man had one huge hand spread out on the shorter man's back, nearly covering the entire surface while his other hand kept a firm grip, tangled in the shorter man's curly hair.

Seeing the tall man's hairy leg muscles bend and bulge as he stooped to stab his cock into the other guys' ass was something to behold. Those massive slabs of thigh and both guys' asses were well formed with concave sides. However, the shorter man's ass was most decidedly getting a major work-over. The taller guy did not attempt to ease himself into his victim; he simply rammed his cock up the guy's ass as hard and fast as he could. He paid no attention to the shorter man's grunting or gasping.

Pulling the shorter man by the hair so that his could no longer reach the wall, the taller man bent backward himself as his deep voice rumbled the building as his huge body started to jerk and spasm, nearly lifting the shorter man completely off the floor with each great gush of orgasm.

The huge hand tangled in the curly hair suddenly let loose as the big guys' other hand shoved his victim off a still very hard, very large erection, onto the floor. Paying no attention to the crumpled man on the floor, the big guy turned on the shower right next to the man on the floor, cleaned himself up, and walked away, never once glancing at the other man.

I quickly moved out of the locker room, rushing across the hall, through the first door I came to, the women's locker room. It was silent, dark and smelled dusty. Before long, the clomping of big feet sounded their way along the hall and banged down the steps. I couldn't decide if I wanted to get the Hell out of there or embarrass the Hell out of the short guy as I checked to make sure he wasn't fatally injured or something.

By the time I crept back into the men's locker room, the short guy was drying himself off and moving tenderly, but moving, nonetheless. I left the furniture plant as fast and silently as I could. That night I called my friend on the phone and grilled him about the plant, asking all sorts of questions without telling him what I witnessed.

I got up earlier than usual the following day and hurried to the furniture plant, parking at the far side of the lot, hoping not to be noticed. Almost immediately, an enormous black, four-wheel drive truck with extra wide tires pulled into the parking space right in front of the door of the building, on top of the yellow hash marks denoting the walkway leading to the plant.

Obviously, that kind of a monster truck was needed to haul around the guy's ego. Not more than five minutes went buy when a blue Kia Rio parked toward the end of the line of spaces. The short man quickly walked over to the tall guy, who shoved him toward the door of the building. The little guy unlocked the door and was pushed inside.

The night before, I learned from my friend that the shorter man was actually the plant foreman and the tall guy, a relatively new employee by the name of Gus -- how appropriate.

Once again, I snuck in and witnessed Gus rape the foreman, nearly throwing him down onto the floor of the shower room. As angry as I was, I couldn't help but enjoy Gus's naked body, not to mention an erection that fit his truck!

The weekend came and went. Monday I watched Gus in action again. I was ashamed of myself that I had an erection, watching another man be victimized. But the short guy's body was pleasing to see though too, a once all-star body slightly past its prime.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, every day it was the same thing. Gus would slap at the little foreman, ordering him to take his clothes off and then remove Gus's clothing as well. The short guy never said a word. Pressing with one of his huge hands, Gus would squash the foreman down to his knees and stuff his huge soft cock into the foreman's mouth, commanding him to make his cock hard so that he could fuck his boss's ass.

Every time I watched the process, I became more daring. Friday I masturbated as I watched Gus fuck his victim in the shower. The next week, each day I stripped naked in the women's locker room and padded over into the men's locker room to watch Gus in action. Eventually, I even left my cum splashed across the floor.

There was no variation. Gus always verbally abused the foreman as the little guy sucked the big cock and then Gus would shove his boss into the shower, spanking him or slapping him in the back of the head. The foreman was commanded to lather up Gus's erection and then Gus would roughly spin the little guy around and without any hesitation bury his cock up to the hilt, always causing such a painful gasping-groan from the foreman.

Gus's cock was thick, uncut and I would guess a good nine inches long. His nuts swung so low you'd think they dragged on the ground! The foreman never got an erection, never attempted to stop Gus from doing anything he pleased and never uttered a word. The first couple of weeks, watching this was erotic as Hell, I spewed cum farther than I had in years! Nevertheless, the eroticism turned to concern.

Why was it taking place? Gus was a relatively new employee. Why hadn't the foreman fired him?

I'm not exactly a midget and I've tried to keep myself in shape. I decided I would be in the shower room before Gus could do his thing. Though considerably younger than I, Gus would have one Hell of a time fighting me if it came to that.

The morning arrived. I rushed to the plant, tore off my clothes, and hurried to the showers. I could feel my blood pumping; my adrenalin was on hyper-drive. I tilted my head back, allowing the warm water to run down my face. My mind's eye saw Gus's erection spritzing cum. Then I imagined the warm water on my face was his cum washing over me. I got a hardon. I couldn't help it. Like a movie looping repeatedly, I saw Gus's powerful body fucking another man, his hairy wet muscles flexing. That big juicy cock gushing cum all over the walls, spraying so much cum that the shower room was flooding with cum.

Someone cleared their throat. Damn!

My hand was in mid-stroke as I opened my eyes to look Gus squarely in the face.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. You were obviously enjoying that."

"I shouldn't have been doing it in the first place. I was out of line."

"Maybe, but please, get out of line again. I wouldn't mind seeing what happens."

This was not going as planned.

My erection was still fully inflated, Gus's quickly catching up to mine, and the guy walks up, puts out his hand saying; "Hi, I'm Gus. And am I glad to meet you!"

I shook his hand and his other hand shook my cock.

"May I?" He asked, sliding his hand up and down my erection.

What happened to my plan?!! Where's that little foreman guy?!

Then Gus clamps a big ol' hand on the back of my neck, bangs his forehead against mine, looks me in the eye, and says, "You gotta help me, man. The foreman'll fire my ass if I don't fuck him every day. I didn't even know if I'd be ABLE to fuck a guy. I'm sick to death of the little fucker, please man, take a turn. Fuck him for me, would ya?"

This was most definitely NOT going according to plan.

"But you just said you liked seeing me."

"I did! I do! I think your cock feels great. I didn't even know I was into cocks or other guys. But I needed this job so fucking bad that when that little shit said he'd keep me around as long as I would fuck his ass but good every morning, I was desperate. My unemployment was long gone and I got bills to pay, ya know? Just try it. It's really not all that much different from pussy if you just close your eyes."

"Then I'll keep my eyes very wide open, thanks."

"Oh, sorry. Here he comes. Do him for me, man, PLEASE!"

I spun around so my erection was out of sight of the foreman.

"This dude said he wants to do you too. OK? He's got a bigger fucking gun than I do anyway, you'll like it."

Didn't I have a plan to accomplish something...?!

Gus grabs my shoulder, turning me so that the foreman can clearly see I have an erection, albeit a shriveling erection!

"Here, I'll get him hard for you, ok? Dude, you gotta help me out here." Gus says looking into my eyes, GRABBING my cock with BOTH hands!

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY PLAN?!

Gus guided my erection into the foreman's ass and then guided his own erection into MY ass! Gus's fingers played with my tits and that unhinged me. I would have fucked anything I could get my cock into at that point! My tits are my panic buttons. Play with those and my cock will tear through my blue jeans like a hot knife through butter.

I left the plant that day still feeling Gus's teeth biting into my back as he growled and filled my bowels with his cum. I couldn't have planned that any better if I'd worked on it for weeks!

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written by giomjrmastro