Working Class

Scenario 1: Paul

Paul, though nervous, went to the gym again.

He didn't really know why he went to the gym two days in a row other than he wanted to. There was no nagging in the back of his mind and there wasn't any hype nor dread. He just decided to go. Other than the odd feeling of having no balls, his workout and day was going well.

When Paul finally started the trip to the the locker room an unease suddenly hit him. A simple question started to plague him, What if Dan was there? Paul shook his head and continued on. As he got closer and closer Paul kept thinking back to the guy. Though attractive, Paul wasn't gay. It was more to do with the dread of seeing someone you never messaged even after they handed you a note. Paul had never turned down anyone so it was all new territory to him.

Paul was so worried he didn't even notice Dan was following him to the same place. Hell, Paul didn't notice Dan when he sped up to walk beside him. It was only when Dan tapped on his shoulder did Paul stop to look around. Paul's body went rigid when he saw Dan's charming smile contrast with the hurt looking eyes.

"You ignoring me?" Paul opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it. He didn't know what to say to the guy. "Look I know it was weird, especially in the showers." Dan took a breath and looked around, realizing how much worse that sounded. "But- can you at tell me a yes or no?"

Paul stared at the face of the latino, noticing the stubble of a beard. Paul always wanted his own beard, instead he was gifted with the lack of facial hair. "Uhm, yeah." Paul literally saw the change in Dan. His smile becoming more genuine. "I've just been out of it." Paul cringed a little. He really didn't want to lead the guy along, and yet here he was. Because he was too pansy to say no.

"Hey we all get that way, its natural." Dan beamed down at the red head. "So, will you finally text me?" Paul chewed on his bottom lip and pulled out his phone. He had already saved Dan in his contacts, much to the guys excitement. Paul quickly texted a 'Hi'. Dan got his phone out, a large smile still on his face.

"I am usually unavailable at night so dont-"

"What do you do?"

Paul smirked. Dan would have made a great friend for Bruce. "It's a secret."

Scenario 2: Jack

Jack did his best to avoid any bells since last night. Too afraid to find out what the card meant. The problem was that everything had a bell sound these days. Walking through a door, having an unread message, hell an actual bell. Luckily he succeeded for the most part. Well, that is until the boss came in.

Jack had a system, he muted the computer, turned off his phone, and only went through known, safe, doors. It was near the end of the shift when Mr. Normand walked in. Only this time he shut the door behind him. Jack noticed how MrNormand was glancing around. "Sir?"

Mr.Normand walked closer to Jack, quickly spotting the dick peeking out Jack's shorts. He licked his lips before opening his mouth. "Jack, I wanted to," He looked back to the door before turning back to Jack, "I wanted a repeat." Mr Normand looked at the wide eyed employee. "Like, right now."

Jack quickly got up the second Mr Normand fiddled with his belt. "Woah- hold on!" Jack rushed up to his boss who now had his pants to the floor. Jack gripped at his wrists to prevent the boss from exposing his dick. "What do you think your doing?"

Mr Normand blushed as he tried to get his hands free. Jack stared into his boss's eyes, his glare making his opinion clear. Then a ding sounded through the room. "Im getting what I want." Mr Normand shoved his hand forward and gripped Jack's crotch.

Jack could feel his heart skip a beat as his mind slowed. "MOoO~." Mr Normand blinked but quickly adapted to the strange response. He rubbed Jack's cock through the fabric of the shorts, earning another moo from Jack.

"You just want to be milked don't you? I guess I did leave you hanging yesterday." Jack fell to his knees, his mind only comprehending one thing: He needed to be milked. Mr Normand pushed down the shorts and smirked at the dazed employee. With a tug, pleasure exploded throughout Jack's senses.

Jack let out a long moo while falling forward, catching himself with his hands. "Sensitive. Its like you've never had another hand." Jack just let out a huff before thrusting into the hand . "Eager too." Mr Normand started to stroke the shaft, his warm hand squeezing just enough to elicit another moo. "Won't take you long either."

Jack's eyes widened at a slap to his ass. With a tentative moo he stuck his ass out more, trying to get more stimulation. Mr Normand fulfilled the silent request, the slap leaving a stinging red mark. Jack grunted as a shot of cum came out of him, and then another. Jack huffed as he caught his breath. Mr Normand didn't stop stroking the hard dick, eliciting another drop of cum out. Jack fell to the ground, looking up at Mr Normand. "Fuck."

Mr Normand looked down at Jack, a twinkle still in his eyes. "I wouldn't have pegged you for that type of guy." Jack took in another breath of air, his mind still catching up. "At this point I might just have to promote you, but we'll see." Jack just nodded absently, not understanding a word. "I'll finish up your work since your out of it, you can go home." Jack didn't move for another minute, still processing the words.

Scenario 3: Bruce

Bruce had an interesting day at work.

Walking near the site was bad enough, about half the crew didn't seem to have deodorant. Worse Kiri was walking to the site with him. It was obvious the guy was waiting for him to show up, only getting out of his car the same time Bruce did. "Hey Bruce." Bruce jumped away when Kiri tried to grab his hand.

Bruce looked with wide eyes as the guy kept a straight face, the scar making him seem too imposing to be real. "H-hi." Bruce kept walking to the job, his nerves through the roof. Kiri walked with him, slowly getting closer until their arms brushed against each other. It was distracting to Bruce but every time he looked at the Asian he didn't seem bothered.

Then they got to the site and Kiri went overboard. Bruce couldn't even react when he was tugged to face Kiri who had now kissed the top of his head. Kiri was now smiling at Bruce, sneaking a glance to the other workers. As if proclaiming to the world that, yes, he just did that and, yes, Bruce was his. Bruce looked up at the Asian before gripping the shirt of Kiri, tugging him in for an actual kiss.

Bruce didn't know why but he wanted to feel the lips on his own, the feeling of them on his forehead was not enough. He desperately rammed his lips onto Kiri's, the man making a grunt in his throat. When Kiri tried to deepen it further Bruce had no hesitation, happily letting the tongue into his own mouth. Bruce took in a breath, the scent of Kiri invading his sensitive nose. Kiri smelt like peanuts, the cologne Kiri had was some sort of synthetic tree scent, and the deodorant thankfully masked any sweat.

Then it hit Bruce. He was kissing a guy. He was kissing Kiri, the scariest guy at work. In front of the entire site. Bruce pushed himself off the guy, looking back to the crew who were staring. Bruce felt his hart stop before looking back to Kiri, who was now blushing.

Bruce balled up his fists and rushed to work, trying to ignore the stares and hushed whispers. He couldn't ignore the memory of Kiri's blushing face though. The scar across the cheek of Kiri wasn't even what he was scared of anymore. Bruce now feared the fact he could remember the way those lips felt. Bruce feared the fact he could still smell the peanuts over the crowd around him. Bruce feared the fact he kind of liked it.

Time passed but Bruce still thought of the Asian man who was looking back to Bruce. About mid way through his shift Bruce walked off to the portable toilet. Unsurprisingly someone was already in it. Bruce waited, hating the fact he could have just pissed in the bushes.

When the door opened the person in it didn't immediately leave. Instead he stared at Bruce. A smirk grew on the black mans face as he walked up to Bruce. "Kiri is an idiot." As if the explained everything the man gripped Bruce's shoulders. "Be mine."

Bruce quickly tried to move back but the man kept him there. "I'm sorry?" With a huff Bruce was pushed down to his knees. Bruce found himself in front of the bulge of the man. "W-woah!" The man only smirked a little. "I can't do this-" With a frown the guy took out his dick, realizing Bruce wasn't going to cooperate. The huge black dick flopped out.

"Either take my dick, or I'm taking you." Bruce made a face as the stench of cum invaded his nostrils.

"Oh stuff it Seth, he's mine. He kissed me in case you didn't notice." Bruce never felt more relieved to see Kiri. Seth just grunted and stuffed his meat back into his pants. "Now get going before I report you." Seth glared at the man before walking away. Bruce slowly stood back up, the scent of peanuts coming back to him.

"T-thanks." Bruce only stared at the ground, his body stiff in shock. It was like his mind was split on what just occurred. For one, he kind of wanted it thanks to his cards but at the same time it was a dick. A single dick too. When Bruce looked up Kiri was still there.

"No problem." Kiri then nodded and walked away, leaving Bruce alone to use the restroom.