You rarely prowl the halls of the R&D labs these days. Too many bad memories. Tonight it's especially eerie, because it's mostly dark, and totally empty; it reminds you of the night when you were down here for very different reasons, six months ago. Still, you have a mission, and you'd be remiss if you didn't see it through. Besides that, maybe you'll find a kindred spirit in Alex, who's often as mopey as you are these days. Maybe you can hate Christmas together.
You know where to find him, the same place he always sits: his workstation just outside what used to be Sable's office. The office is now technically his, having ascended to the CTO position in Sable's absence. But he refuses to claim it, refuses even to remove Sable's placard from the door, so convinced he is that she will return. So he works among his own employees as if he never graduated from being the underling.
The workstations outside Sable's old office are quite public, just PC setups arrayed at long tables, side by side, back to back -- no privacy. Which is why as you enter the room, the first thing to register in your brain is raw shock. Shock to hear pornography blasting at full volume from Alex's speakers, and to see Alex himself sitting at his computer, naked below the waist, onahole in hand, jerking off.
Your shock only heightens when Alex, noticing your presence at the threshold, merely swivels in his rolling chair and waves. He stops masturbating, at least. But he doesn't cover himself up, or so much as take the onahole off his cock. Rather, he leaves it wrapped around his dick, the wet pink material of it translucent enough to show the outline of his still hard and twitching shaft nestled inside.
Some slut on the monitor is making shameful animal-like grunts as she gets fucked hard against the floor of a bathroom. You look, slackjawed, from the obscene action on-screen, back to Alex, who's just smiling up at you as if this is a normal visit between coworkers.
"What's up?" He asks.
"What's up?" You hiss back at him. "What the hell are you doing?"
He blinks a few times, then glances down at his own genitals still mated to the plastic pussy. Like he himself is suddenly surprised to realize he was masturbating. He shrugs at you. "It's been stressful lately, so I thought I'd use the chance while everyone is at the party to blow off some steam..."
"Jesus," you mutter, mostly to yourself.
"You don't mind -- right?" He rubs the back of his head. "I mean, we do so much worse stuff at work!" A blush spreads across the ridge of his nose, then -- and he glances tempted back at his screen. The porn starlet in the movie is some tarted up little teen in pigtails and thick makeup and gaudy neon-colored stockings. At the moment she's getting her face pressed cruelly into a urinal by the muscled stud pounding her cunt.
You didn't realize Alex was... so into women? So into seeing women fucked like that?
This is a lot to process.
Alex wraps both hands around the thick, soft-looking onahole, and slowly starts to tug it up and down on his glistening shaft. Almost like he's daring you to stop him.
"Alex--" you begin. "--you shouldn't..." You look over your shoulder, down the hall, panicked that someone is going to come walking by. But it's as deserted as ever out there.
"Everyone's upstairs, Ally, it's fine." Rather than heeding your advice and stopping, Alex is going a little faster now. The slick noise of his dicksleeve bringing him pleasure fills the room, mingling with the lewd sound of the blaring porno. "I really wanna cum, so... please just look away, if it bothers you..."
He turns fully towards the PC now, slightly hunched over, and begins to hump back up against his onahole even as he pistons it up and down. His eyes are misty and his lips are parted. He's utterly transfixed. You recognize that pose, and that pace; the desperate onanistic bliss you yourself have known so well.
You try, one last time, to talk some sense: "You can't do that here!"
Alex shivers in frustration, his climax interrupted. He slumps his shoulders, spins back in your direction now. "Don't be so lame, Ally. We've fucked and sucked, and done SO much other stuff here! What's the matter if I play with myself too?"
You're not really sure how to respond.
He grins playfully. "What are you gonna do, anyway? Tell on me? Report me to my boss? I bet she'd approve. Bet she'd ask you to help, even..."
His eyes drift downwards, towards the tent in your jeans. "See?" He says. "You're not so against it."
You clear your throat. "You're such..." you begin. "Such..."
"Such what?"
You narrow your eyes at him. "You're such a fucking slut. That's what."
Alex giggles. "Uh huh." He uses his feet to propel himself a bit back from the table, and stands. He pushes the chair totally aside now, and beckons you towards him even as he sits down on the carpet.
You think you know what he's playing at and you fully approve. He made you hard, so he has to take responsibility; he's volunteering to suck your cock. You unzip, and pull it out, and present it to him. But he just giggles slyly again. "Sit down, Ally. And take your pants off first."
"...Why?"
He pats the ground beside him. You kick your jeans off and sit.
Alex is wide eyed and wolfish and shameless in the way he stares. "You've got a really nice cock, you know that?" He says. He reaches across and pets it appreciatively. Just the softness of his hand is enough to make you almost purr in perverted enjoyment.
"I know. And you made it all hard. What are you gonna do about it?"
"I was hard first~" he teases. He sticks out his tongue. "What are YOU gonna do about it?"
"Nothing. You need to--"
"Have you ever shared an onahole, Ally?" He asks.
"I-- no. Of course not."
"Me neither. I wanna try it."
You look appraisingly at the rubber hole still wrapped around his dick. It's pretty decently sized, but so is Alex -- it doesn't look exactly roomy in there. The other side of it isn't even open.
By the same token, you can't deny how inviting it looks to your horny dick. The visible portion of Alex's cock that isn't buried in the onahole shines bright under the room's fluorescent lighting. Lube coats his smooth balls, and drips off his scrawny, feminine thighs. It all looks so squishy, and wet, and warm, and snug.
Before you know what's going on, you feel a warm drizzle running down your prick. Alex is already dispensing lube from the bottle, copiously, all over your genitals. He keeps the bottle firmly squeezed and tilted forward so a laminar stream of it pours from the uncapped opening. It runs viscously all around your pulsing dick and soils your boxers, too. "My underwear--!" You snap, angry, to which Alex simply replies: "take 'em off if you don't want 'em to get messy."
You quickly wiggle out of them and toss them aside. Again, you're acutely aware of how compromising the situation is. This might be the Bay Area, but two people jerking off together at work in plain view of everyone is probably still forbidden. Anyone could come by, and the door isn't even locked.
"Open your legs," Alex says, "like this." Leaning back on his butt, he goes spread-eagle and scooches himself towards you. You mirror the gesture. Like this, you wrap your legs around one another.
Alex pulls the onahole off his dick with a wet vacuous plop. He laughs mischievously at the lewd sight. Strands of sticky lube dangle from the well-used toy. His prickhead is cherry red and angry looking and drooling precum -- no, not a feminine dick at all. His hand, also wet with lube, presses your dicks together. You moan a little, and so does he, at the heat and pressure of the skin-to-skin contact. He bears the onahole downwards, and the elastic ring of its opening stretches taut, turning white from the strain, around your cocks. It seems you're pushing the device to the limit of its shear strength, and you're sure that it will rip in two along the seam. But unbelievably, it doesn't. The slimy orifice just yawns wide to accommodate the girth of your two meaty pricks invading it. Then in an instant it swallows up the entire bulbous head of your cock, Alex's too -- your pricks are mashed tightly together, between the ridged polymer walls of this pocket pussy built for one.
He doesn't stop there. He keeps forcing the tiny hole down, further and further, swallowing up more and more of your hungry dicks. Lube and precum mix together, and the closed-off hole traps the heat of it inside. It's like you're really fucking a pussy. But the rigid, velvety hard pressure of Alex's prick against you, so alien, is reminder that you aren't -- that you're masturbating shamelessly with another guy. At random intervals, his dick twitches against yours, which sends little spurts of pleasure through your own dick, and makes it twitch in response. It's like the two dicks are hugging, as they twitch back and forth against each other in a sort of syncopated, unpredictable rhythm.
When your piss slit butts up against the ribbed top of the onahole, Alex doesn't stop. He keeps forcing the cocksleeve down, down, down, until you're both seated inside all the way to your nuts. It's stretched to its limit in all directions now; you feel the rubbery strain of it bearing down tight against your entire cock, choking it with a vicelike pressure.
Using both his hands, Alex begins to jerk off. You and him both. He bobs the toy up and down with a frenzied need. It's messy. Droplets of fluid spray out, onto the carpet; the viscous mixture coats your nuts and runs further down still, over your ass.
The porn on Alex's PC is still playing, although neither of you are watching. The sow-like oinking of the bitch getting fucked half to death on-screen is just background noise as you and Alex stare at the toy you're getting off inside of together. You lean forward, to tug Alex's shirt up and off his lithe frame. He helps you. His pale body is coated in sweat and his little pink nipples are rock hard. Overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through him, he chews a pinky and moans girlishly, using his other hand to play with his boyish chest.
But you need the slippery sensation of that hole bouncing up and down on your dick. So you take over. You grab the toy with both palms and pick up where Alex left off. You pound it up and down on your dicks with that same frenzied need, that need to cum inside, to inseminate a fuckhole -- even a fake one, even if you're doing it in tandem with Alex. Alex sighs and groans and giggles as you take him along for the ride and help him mount the peak of his orgasm. He throws his head back and laughs deliriously, and humps against the onahole the way you do, too. You're frotting within the hot, tight confines of this toy, and you're about to blow your load.
"Allyyy~" he sighs. His voice is shrill and high and lusty. "Cum with me... let's cum together..."
You let go of the toy, and hug Alex tight. He hugs you back. You use the pressure of your bodies crushing together for leverage; the two of you, in unison, hands-free, hump the onahole. It's an erratic, uncoordinated effort, but it gets the job done. Alex rests his chin on your shoulder, and you on his, as your hips move at a blur. Your bodies are slapping wetly together as you fuck yourselves into an almost druglike high. The sound of your simulated twin mating session totally drowns out the porn, fills the room with nothing but sloppy slurping noises that bounce and echo off the walls. Only distantly are you aware, and even more distantly do you care, about the risk anymore. You just need to fucking cum right now.
"Ahhhn~" Alex mewls directly into your ear. You feel his nuts against yours tighten, then the awesome expansion of his dick as the cum courses up it, and then the unbelievably hot sensation of the cum finally shooting out in powerful spurts, straight into the too-tight interior of the onahole. It coats your dick and sets you off too. With heavy grunts and exhalations and moans of your own, your sperm is joining his. The undersides of your dicks are kissing, and the heads of your dicks are squirting, and your onahole is leaking entire rivers of excess cum and lube right into your humping laps. Your eyes are rolling into the back of your skull with the unabated pleasure of it all, as you fuck and hump together with Alex to wring out every last delicious millisecond of this mutual climax.
When at last it's done, Alex seems to have gained his wits more quickly than you, although his voice is shaky. "That was..." he begins, breathless. "That was... oh gosh... oh, I made such a mess, didn't I... we did..."
You let him free of your hug, and lean way back on one hand. Alex grips the onahole tightly, and he lazily masturbates it up and down a bit -- enjoying the shudders of pleasure it incites in him as he stimulates his still sensitive dick against yours. The whole interior of the onahole is full with sperm, your cocks are pressed into a milky mess that even now stirs and sloshes with every stray pulse or twitch from your pricks.
You finally find the wherewithal to unmount from the shared jerk-off device. You slide out, letting him have the now much looser toy to himself. He smiles wanly up at you as you stand, your prick dripping slop right in front of his face. "That was so much fun, Ally. We should-- hup--!"
He squeaks in fright, when you loop your arms underneath his and haul him to his feet. The toy is still dangling on his cock, which is still hard and jutting out from his body. You bend Alex over his desk at a 90 degree angle, and spread his plump little ass.
"A-Ally... I j-just came, so... please d--"
You fuck your prick into his hot, tight pussy of an ass with one hard thrust. He seizes up with the sudden invasion, spine stiffening, and voice pinching off.
Reaching over his thin back, you find his mouse, and close the porn movie. Not your type of thing. Instead you'll initiate Alex into the joy of something more your speed, a hentai doujin about a cute boy who dresses as a girl and, with a just a bit of coercion, accepts being turned into a girl by a hard cock... it's educational. You type the address by memory and find the right doujin quickly, even as you establish a slow, steady pace inside Alex's taut asshole.
"Ally... it's big... it's too big right now..."
You hand him his mouse. "Read," you sneer.
"W-what?"
"Read with me while I fuck you."
You reach down and grip the onahole. You, Alabaster Soliloquy, you do have the goddamn common courtesy. You jerk Alex off for him while you fuck him. It doesn't take long before this breaks him down; he realizes that his choice is either to consent or get raped, but either way you're going to cum inside him. He wraps his hand around the mouse, and stares up at the monitor -- determined to enjoy himself, it seems.
"This manga is... so dirty..." he whispers.
"Yep."
He scrolls and clicks and reads at his own pace. You know the story by heart, so you just enjoy the art. All the while you enjoy the grippy insides of Alex's hole and the way your hands on the toy make his prick pulse. His voice is staccato and somewhat pained, but soon he's fucking back against you, the soft padding of his ass pressing into your thighs on every pump.
"That boy is so lucky..." Alex muses to himself, as he reads the lurid tale of a boy being turned into a wanton slut.
"You are too," you say. "You're just like him..."
"Yes... I am..." He looks back over his shoulder. "Make me into a girl with your cock, Ally~"
You shudder. Then comes the Alex Best special, a move that always leaves you weak in the knees. The muscles inside him undulate like a sine wave, so that your dick seems to be fucking itself into a never-ending tunnel. It's as if he's giving you a massage from inside his body, milking you off. You groan and stare at the ceiling. When Alex breaks this move out, it means he's close, too, and indeed he is. You pick up the pace to a jackhammer thrust and your fingertips against the top of the onahole feel sudden waves of warmth, translated through the elastic rubber. He's cumming again, cumming like a bitch as you rape him. That does it for you too. You lose your load inside this cute boy and turn him into the girl he wanted you to make him. You turn Alex into your little girly bitch hole. You jizz and jizz inside him until it feels like you'll pass out.
Sweaty and heaving, you collapse on top of him, and him atop the table. The doujin is open on a spectacular cumshot, but it couldn't possibly measure up to the load you just dropped in this boypussy of Alex's. You can't help nuzzling his neck. He coos happily back at you.
Finally finding some air, he asks: "What... did you come down here for...?"
"Whitney wanted you at the party," you say into his neck, voice muffled.
"Mm."
"Are you coming?"
"Just did~"
"You fucking whore."
"Hee hee."
"Are you gonna come upstairs or not?"
"Christmas isn't really my thing..."
You ruffle his hair. "Huh. Me either."
He struggles to turn his head, with your weight pressing down on him, but manages. He smiles at you. "We could hang out instead. Me and you."
"Fine by me. What do you wanna do?"
"Hee. How about we lock the door this time."
"So--"
"I wanna read more of your dirty manga, Ally."