unspoken moments of understanding between two men. Where you are both just sending off the same waves and no word needs to be said to add consent to the moment. I was feeling his vibes, and I knew, without a doubt, he was feeling mine. I was stressed from a long day. I was tired. I was reeling. I was horny as fuck. And I needed a release. And I knew that Jared, too, felt exactly the same.

His pelvis pressed against the back of my trousers and through the thick denim of his jeans I felt a pronounced knob jutting against my ass. I placed my hands against the cool, convex, plastic front of the machine, arched my back, and forced my ass back hard against his fast growing bulge.

Jared grunted at the sensation of it, and without a moment’s hesitation, reached for his belt and began unfastening his jeans. I followed suit, snatching my belt clasp free and jerking my slacks and boxers to my ankles.

It was all happening in a hurried rush. I placed my hands back on the machine and widened my stance as far as my hindered ankles would allow. I heard Jared hocking a wad of spit against the palm of his hand, and then I felt two, big, coarse, calloused fingers plunging into my hole.

He worked me hard and fast, loosening me up and slickening my tract with his salival residue. I heard a gentle fapping sound coming from behind me, and I knew he was jerking himself with his free hand. I liked the sensation of all this happening without ever looking back, but I needed to get one glimpse at his cock before it went into me.

I spun my shoulders and craned my neck to swivel my head around far enough to look back while keeping my back down and my ass up. There Jared stood in all his glory. His stained blue workshirt trailing down his thick, gnarled abdomen. His grungy jeans and heavy belt slung down around his knees, and his mighty tree limb cock swinging back and forth with the motions of his grubby mitt. I felt my own cock leap at the sight of him.

He smiled and I returned the gesture. I broke my eye-lock on his cock and turned back forward. Jared snatched his fingers out of my hole and sidled up with his cockhead. The care he took in angling in toward me made me think he was going to gently grind himself in.

I should have known better. This was already a speedtrain of a fucking session and there’s not time for gentle ease when you’re getting hammered by your office janitor in the middle of the goddamn breakroom.

Jared damn near split me in half, like an auger burrowing into a rock face. He drilled my ass open like nothing I’d ever felt before. I let out a squawk of pain and excitement, but managed to silence myself quickly.

Jared then commenced with working me over. His thrusts were shallow, but fierce, like he was plumbing out a clogged drain. I had my hand around my own thick prick, pumping myself furiously in rhythm to the fuck.

Jared’s hands were groping my back, sliding under my dress shirt and following the contour of my spine. The thick, rough fingers exploring the surface of my skin were a very pleasant, ticklish contrast to the deep fucking I was getting