#manager's chub

Mr. Bernard was a big, wide, intimidating man. He was the manager of the Grocery Store where I worked part time during the summer before grad school. The only reason I could get through a day of work was when I fantasized about putting my face in his hairy balls and sucking his dick.

I started a week ago. Summer had come hot and fast and it didn't help that the Polo short I wore as part of my uniform was tight, clinging to my big soft belly and nipples. It was almost embarrassing, especially on my first day, the day I met Mr. Bernard.

"I tried using the computer in the associate training room earlier and it wasn't working for some reason," Carol the front end manager said, "So you'll have to complete your computer based training somewhere else, follow me, we can go check the other offices."

She leads me to the back room of the store where all the coolers and offices were, poking her head into each office, then walking to the next when she realized they were full, "Okay, we'll have to use Mr. Bernard's office."

"The store manager?" I asked, a little nervous to meet the boss.

"He's never there anyway." She responded, "Just look at your orientation packet there. You can just follow the directions to get to the website and just do all the modules up until June. Should take you a few hours. I'll come and check on you in a bit. You have any questions?"

I sat down at the computer, and began typing in my log in information, "All good, thank you."

She goes to leave but then stops, "Oh, don't worry, if Mr. Bernard comes in here, just tell him there was no more computers. He'll understand. Okay? You'll be fine."

"Okay, thanks." I waved her bye, clicked the shortcut to the training module website, and began watching the videos.

It got boring real quick, but I tried to pay attention. Occasionally, my eyes would wander around and look at the office. It was small, with a metal desk, a filing cabinet, and a bunch of boxes. A few random posts and clipboards were pinned to the wall. It was also surprisingly hot in there despite it being right next to coolers. My back was sweaty sitting in the creaky, pleather chair.

I was halfway through a video about the proper bagging procedure, when all of sudden he walked in.

With a dark five o'clock shadow a, thin slicked back hair, and a three piece buttoned up tan suit and tie he always wore, he looked like a distinguished man in his early to mid 40s. But he had a big belly and wide chest, both of which his suit coat barely contained. And he wasn't much taller than I was.

So this was Mr. Bernard. I was expecting an old crotchety guy. If he wasn't wearing a name tag, I would have thought he was a customer who walked in by accident.

"What are you doing?" His deep, gruff voice made the hairs on my neck stick and sent a twitch down into my dick.

"There were no other computers left so Carol said I could use yours. I hope that's okay, boss. I could move to a different one..."

He walked over next to me and bent down over desk on top of me. He had sweat pooling around his neck. He smelled like a long musky day, maybe even a couple of days. I wondered why he chose to wear a suit like this in this weather. He stood there for a minute, his hand holding his stomach as he bent over me. I noticed how hairy his knuckles were. He

He looked at the screen, then at me, and let out a small sigh, "Oh you're the new cashier. I understand. Er... Let me just check and see if any other computers are open."

He walked out the doorway for a minute then came back, "And the associate training computer is down?"

"Yeah, but I could still move. What would you like me to do, boss?"

He thought for a minute, briefly fixing the collar of his shirt and tie. My mind wandered with thoughts of him having chest hair.

"No, stay there and just continue doing what you're doing. I'll have Ms. Tawnia next door come get you when she's done on the computer. Just do me a favor and hand me a water." He pointed next to me.

I looked down, and there was indeed an opened case of water on the floor between me and the wall. I reached down and handed one to him, "Here you go, boss."

"...Thanks," He muttered, briefly clearing his throat, "Oh and welcome to the team." He took a big sip of water, a few droplets spilling out onto his chin and on the collar of his jacket. He groaned a little after drinking nearly a third of the bottle. Then, he gave a sort of wave and left me alone. I spent another hour doing modules until Tawnia came and got me.

I didn't see him again until a few days later, on my first shift doing on-floor training. Carol stood behind and me, watching me bag, correcting me, helping me when needed. It was exhausting and it made me sweaty.

I was relieved when I had my 10 minute break. I walked to the bathrooms to piss before finishing the other half of my shift. When I walked in, I stood up next to a urinal, pulled my dick out and let loose. I didn't even notice Mr. Bernard walk in. Since there were only two urinals in the bathroom, he walked up to the one next to mine. I heard him undo his belt and pull down his zipper. As his piss hit the bowl, he let out long, quiet groan. It took all my strength not to look over the divider between us and sneak a peak.

"Today's your first day," He said abruptly, "How's that going?"

I had emptied my bladder before he came up next to me, so I just was standing there holding my hardening dick in my hand. He was still pissing away.

"It's going good... Yours?" His stream of piss, became a dribble. I tucked my dick back in my pants and went to wash my hands in sink. He hadn't even put his belt back on all the way by the time he was walking towards the sink next to me.

"Busy... Can't wait to go home."

All of a sudden, I noticed he left his zipper open. I could see a flash of white as the walked towards sink. My dick twitched the possibility of Mr. Bernard being a tighty whitey guy, "Hey, boss, you left your fly open." I almost regretted saying it.

He looked down at his crotch, and gave a slight chuckle before zipping it up, "Heh, glad you caught that. Thanks."

I felt my face stung with embarrassment at that, made further mortified by the visible boner in my jeans, but I tried to brush it off, "No problem, boss."

"You have a good one now." He said, leaving me alone in the bathroom.

After taking some time to compose myself, I returned to my station and finished my first shift.

So yeah the first four days at my new job, were consumed with filthy, nasty thoughts about my boss. When I got back home from my shift, I tore off all my clothes, and jacked off to mental images of him pushing my face into his crotch, huffing on his tighty whites and so much more.

I had expected this fixation to go nowhere, but during my 30 minute lunch break, on my fifth day of work, I walked into the bathroom, to piss against and he suddenly walks in. He comes up to the urinal next to me, but I don't hear a belt or zipper.

"I thought I would find you here," He uttered under his breath.

My dick shot to attention, wondering where this was going, "You wanted to see me, boss?"

"I...I can't stop thinking about that day you..."

I was worried, I began to zip up my pants, "I didn't mean to embarrass you, sir."

"No...I..." He glanced at me, his eyes going up and down, biting his lower lip, "That shirt is awfully tight. "

I turn to face him, instinctly putting my hand on my stomach, "What?"

"Do'h, I didn't mean it came out like that...I just...You really fill it out. You...look good. Very good." He was fixing the bulge in loose fitting pants.

His eyes drop down onto my crotch. I look down on my hardened dick in my jeans, then back up at him, "What would you like me to do, Boss?"

He loosened his collar, "Go into the handicap stall and wait."

"Yes, Boss." I did as I was told, then I watched him peak out the bathroom door as if making sure no one else was coming. Then he walked into the stall with me and locked the door.

He began to take off his suit coat, hanging it on the rack. I noticed his pits were sweating through his white dress shirt. He stared at me for a second, a little flustered,

"Take off your uniform... Wouldn't want to mess it up "

I obeyed. I slowly pulled my Polo shirt over my head. My hairy belly and nipples plopped out. I watched as Mr. Bernard began to rub the boner in his loose fitting pants. I undid the belt, pulling the zipper down. My hard outlined dick, trapped by navy blue briefs, shot out the hole. I took my pants and shirt and hung them on the hook where he put his suit, so they wouldn't be seen through the large gap at the bottom of the stall doors I stood there in front of him, in just my strained briefs, socks, and my sneakers, waiting for his next order.

"Briefs. Fuck, you a sexy bastard..." He pointed, "Come down here."

I got down on my hands and knees in front of him, inches from his bulge.

"Sniff."

I plunged my nose into his warm, musky crotch. Even through the polyester fabric of the pants, you could still smell the sweat from his balls.

He looked down at me, and muttered, "Look what you're doing to me, boy. Got me all worked up...Now, do belt and unzip me."

I reached up, undid his belt, and pulled the zipper down. His dick slid out, covered by a sexy pair of white briefs. His dick was leaking precum, making the fabric where the head of his dick was sort of transparent. As the pants slowly slid down his thighs, I could see everything under and around was covered in dark hair, a thick bush. And the smell had gotten stronger and denser, seeming to make the whole room smell humid.

"Inhale deeply." He muttered.

I shoved my entire face into the moist pouch of his tighty whities. The smell was deep and musty. I could smell the funky sweat that's been fermenting on him all day, the salty smell of fresh precum, the faint sourness of urine that must have dribbled and soaked into the fabric all the times he took a piss. All of it made me dark rock hard, and sent me into a mindless frenzy.

I feel him gently push my head into it, my nose deep in his cloth covered ballsack.

"Suck on the balls." He mutters.

I go to pull the underwear down, but then he interrupts me.

"Don't remove them yet, just suck." His dominant voice is now more realized. He knows what he wants, and Boss always gets what he wants.

My mouth engulfs his balls through the fabric. I wrap my tongue around them. The taste is mostly that of cotton underwear, but I still taste the precum and sweat. I sucked each, tenderly and lovingly. He still had his hand in the back of my head, pushing me in, his rock hard dick strained by fabric occasionally bumping my forehead or cheek. I waited anxiously to taste it.

"Pull them down now... but without your hands" He ordered.

I nipped on the waistband of his underwear with my teeth and pulled down, his dick popped out, flinging a little bit of precum onto my face.

"Resume sucking the balls."

I put my mouth and nose into his big, full balls. The smell was at its strongest. It was deep and primal. This is what a man smells like, free from being trapped in those sexy little briefs of his. I made love to each one, carefully wrapping my lips around each. I heard him gently moan under his breath. I feel deeper into my ball-addicted frenzy.

"Suck the-"

Suddenly the door of the bathroom opened. I watched him put his finger in front of my mouth and directed me to quickly crouch in the thin space between the toilet and the wall, while he sat on the toilet squeezed next to me, his pants around his ankles.

We heard the guy walk up to the urinal, and heard the sound of piss against the bowl. As we waited, we both continued stroking our dicks. We then heard the urinal flush and the guy washing his hands before finally leaving. When we heard the door finally close, we both let a sigh of relief.

"Get back to work. Start with the head."

I reassumed the position, and wrapped my lips over the swollen mushroomhead of gis dick as he pushed my head back on it. Shoveling the salty precum leaking from his piss split into my mouth with my tongue. I opened wide and sucked on it like candy, fluttering my tongue, feeling his manhood rub against the roof of my mouth. I looked up at him, noticing how he covered his mouth with his free hand not moan so loud.

The smell of humid ball sweat filled the room. I swear it was changing the wiring of my brain. I wanted to make him feel good. I needed him to make him feel good. My dick was leaking just thinking about it.

"I want you to take all of it now...feel the weight in your mouth."

He then slowly pushed my head down on to his dick, his bush went from tickling my nose to covering it. As it slid deeper into my mouth, I started to gag on it.

I pulled my head off of it, then he whispered, "Breath through your nose. Don't choke, boy."

It took a second to figure it out, but I started taking deep breaths through my nose and bobbed my head up and down of his dick. My wet lips continuously bumping into the hairy base, taking the whole thing into the back of my throat. Giving myself to him.

I look up at him as he looks down at his watch, "I'ma go faster, boy. Your lunch ends soon..."

He grabbed my head, gyrating his hips, pushing his dick in and out of me. Going a little bit faster and grunting with each thrust. Puffs of humidity floated around my face. I could feel the soft wet squelching sound in my brain, as he used my mouth.

There we were in this grocery store bathroom stall together. He was fully clothed but with his pants down to his ankles. I leaned my knees into the bunched up pants to protect them against the hard tile floor. His underwear was clinging to his big hairy thighs, catching all sorts of loose juices we were making. My own dick was leaking through my navy briefs I could feel my whole body, my fat stomach, my flabby nipples, jiggling with each thrust he made into my mouth. His furry balls slapped against my chin as he furiously fucked my face, sending convulsions up his dick that I could feel in my throat.

"It's coming boy, you better swallow." He growled.

Then, he pushed me down hard on his dick and kept me there. I looked up, watching as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His tongue hung out of his mouth, bits of drool leaking onto his tie. He grunted hard, then exploded in my mouth. Sticky, salty, hot man cum filled my throat and mouth. I swallowed wildly as I felt one, two, three, four, five heavy jets shoot the back of my throat. Some came out and leaked down my chin and my chest. I felt my dick explode in my underwear. I wasn't even touching it, it was just straining against the tight fabric of my briefs. As I swallowed that last bit of cum, he held my head on it. He breathed heavily, high on the feeling of release and smell of our bodies.

"...Oh...fuck, boy.... you know... how to service a man..."

He finally released my head so I could gasp for air. I laid back on the ground catching my breath, covered in his cum and my underwear soaked with mine, "Thank... you...boss."

"Okay...lunch break is about over. You gotta clean and get dressed."

I reached over, grabbing some toilet paper and wiping myself face and body down, "Of course, Boss."

I watched him pull up his briefs around his softening dick, zip up his pants, and do his belt. Before I could even stand up and get dressed. He walked past me and unlocked the stall door, "You did good today boy. I gotta get back, and so do you."

"When will I get to service you again, boss?" I asked, quickly standing up and pulling up my pants.

Mr. Bernard gave a slight chuckle, "We'll see. You have a good one now." Then he walked out of the bathroom.

I put my clothes back on, Washed my face in the sink, pulled some of his pubes out of my mouth, then walked back out of the bathroom to my station, smelling only slightly less of blowjob. His taste is still on my tongue and his potent man cum in my stomach, ready to finish a day's work.