Employee of the Month, Pride Parade part 3: 4/NOV

[Broody]

6 hours ago, Ro20316 said:

This was an excellent end and teh twist that both CEO have history. That was great

Glad you liked it!

[ploder4]

Having not read this story in a while and just jumping back in, I assumed that Wallace Steel was just a tiny man against a giant hulk of a man in Jan Sartorious.  I was wrong as I went back over previous chapters.  Although Wallace may have just been written as a tiny fat man with big minions.   Lol

[Broody]

7 hours ago, ploder4 said:

Having not read this story in a while and just jumping back in, I assumed that Wallace Steel was just a tiny man against a giant hulk of a man in Jan Sartorious.  I was wrong as I went back over previous chapters.  Although Wallace may have just been written as a tiny fat man with big minions.   Lol

Yes I sort of skipped over any detail about Wallace getting bigger as an adult. I figured it had been a long enough wait to get this final chapter and I oughta just get it done. 

[ploder4]

Thats okay, tiny is as tiny does.  Wallace Steel will always be a tiny man.

[Broody]

Employee of the Month: Pride Parade Part 1

 

Brian’s desperate voice was buzzing in my earpods as I pushed my way through the packed Pride Day crowd. “Did you find them yet? Any of them?”

“Look, Brian,” I said. “It wasn’t my idea to spike the water bottles of thirty hot muscle studs with Viagra and ecstasy and let them loose in the middle of the gay village on Pride Day.”

“First of all, please address me by my drag name Sissi Fonda-Jox when I’m in character. Second of all, that was totally Davey, not me! Third of all, the parade marshall is reaming out my ass, and not in a good way. Herd the cats and get them back!”

“Sorry, ‘Sissi’. Guess you’ll just have to be the sole attraction of the TopSports sponsored float. One lonely drag queen. I’m sure the crowd will love the complete absence of hot men.”

“You can’t do this to me, bitch! Find them! Mr. S. already thinks this was all your idea and if it’s a flop don’t forget your Employee of the Month job security runs out in two days.”

I clicked off the call with a snap of my thumb. God, he was so bossy.

I couldn’t quite figure out why it was still so crowded in the village. Usually by this point, people had begun to move to the parade route to get a position with a good view. That’s it! It could only mean one thing: 

The crowd liked the view just fine.

I found Trevante and Kyle first at the beergarden. At 6’9” and 7’1” of dark brown muscle gleaming in the sun, they towered above the two dozen flabbergasted gays crowding around them. With their shorts dropped down to their ankles, and their giant pussy rockets pointing straight up to a cloudless sky, they each held a cute, hairless twink facing outwards.

“Hey Tre, how’s that song go?”

“What song, Ky?”

“‘Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes…’”

“Aw I know that one. That’s RENT. ‘How do you measure…’”

“‘Measure a COCK!’”

Trevante and Kyle both snapped their hands away and let the twinks fall. The crowd hushed as their pale naked bodies dropped a foot before coming to an abrupt stop astraddle those monster cocks. Trevante’s twink gasped as the tip of T’s torpedo reached past his belly button. He shuddered in a wracked orgasm and his convulsions knocked him off his perch, landing at Trevante’s big feet.

“Guess I win, bro,” Kyle smirked. His twink was wedged tight between his cock and his corrugated abs like a climber fallen into a granite crevasse. Kyle’s fist-sized, glistening purple glans nestled just below the plump chest of the stunned cutie, pushing into his sternum. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Damn, Ky. You could titty-fuck him like that.”

“That’d just be showing off, bro.” Kyle laughed. He gave his abs a couple of grinds. When the twink saw that thick cockhead pushing apart his pecs, he spurted instantly, his eyes rolling back in his head as he passed out.

“Fucking A!” Trevante grinned. He passed his bro a beer and they clinked bottles. “Hey what’d you think of the game last night?”

Like he was a Dad at a backyard barbecue with an infant fallen asleep in a Snugli, Kyle proceeded to shoot the shit with his best bro while 24 drooling gays blew loads in their short-shorts all around him.

I pushed some of the wan worshippers aside.

“Kyle!” I yelled up at him.

“I’m ruined for all other men!” cried the first twink as he got to his feet. 

I shoved him away. “Tell it to someone who cares, sister! Kyle!” I waved my arms like I was guiding a plane to a landing.

“Jeffy! Happy Pride, little dude!”

“We’re needed back on the float! Can you give me a hand so I can find the others?”

“Sure thing, bro!” Kyle reached down, wrapped the long, strong fingers of one huge hand around my waist and raised me high above his head.

I raised my hand to my forehead to reduce the glare of the blazing sun. It was a good vantage point and I immediately caught sight of the Laboratory Boys. Or seven of them at least, Davey, no doubt the guilty party in all this mischief, was MIA. The shirtless Boys had climbed up onto the music stage and started making a standing human pyramid while Cameron swiped the microphone from a disgruntled lesbian rapper. Brody, Chad and Jason formed the densely muscled base of the pyramid, while Tyler and Ryan stood on their shoulders. Cam launched Stu into the air with one hand and he somersaulted before dexterously landing on the top of the pyramid to great applause from the crowd of horny gay men pushing past the protesting dyke-hop fans to get a better look. 

“Come one, come all, to the Greatest Show on Earth!” Cam’s voice boomed across the park as he spoke into the mike. “You’ve seen the viral video, now make some noise for the Laboratory Boys, from TopSports, your fave sports betting app!”

As Cam introduced them individually from Stu on down, they each ripped off their shorts to release their Viagra-bloated porn-star cocks. Piercing screams filled the air as the crowd went nuts.  Only Chad in the middle of the base had no free hand to perform the move. Cam stepped up to him. “Need a hand, little buddy?” he said before turning the mike to the powerlifting short king.

“Naw bro, and who you calling little?” Chad boomed. He shrugged his massive shoulders, lifting Brody and Jason on either side of him into the air. Then he started squatting the whole pyramid of stud-muscle, a thousand pounds of beef in his arms as he went ass to grass while Cam had the crowd deliriously calling out the reps. When he reached ten his massively pumped, barrel sized quads caused a catastrophic failure of his thin shorts, reducing them to shredded rags. The front of the shorts caught on his towering King Kong dong and fluttered like a flag in the light breeze. The whole front row of gays exploded simultaneously and passed out. The next row stepped over them like they were fallen enemies on the Eastern Front.

“One at a time, gentlemen,” Cam grinned, reaching down to take the small hand of a desperate twink in his own big paw. “Time to play a little BIG COCK PLINKO!”

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the twink flying upward, spinning ass over teakettle. He crashed upside down into the hard barrier of Stu’s pecs and as he fell his head bonked onto his steel hard dick. His thin body bounced to Stu’s right, falling helplessly down the wall of muscle. He landed sideways on Tyler’s concrete cock, his waif-like body spinning with angular momentum such that he fell back towards the center, his arms flailing wildly as his thin legs ricocheted off Ryan’s pole-axe of a penis. His arms windmilled for balance as he dropped between Chad and Jason, just managing to grab the fluttering fabric from Chad’s dick before crashing to the stage. The crowd gasped as Chad’s gargantuan cock-kaiju bobbed and waved before them, as supremely muscular as the physique behind it.  With a growl, Chad tossed the five other men in the air and started posing, erasing anyone’s memory of six decades of Mr. Olympia. Brody, Jason, Ryan and Tyler landed cat-like on their feet, and stood up straight, their boners saluting Chad’s aesthetic supremacy. Stu landed with both feet on Chad’s musclecock which sprang back like a diving board, catapulting him into the center of the crowd. A circular ripple of erotically overwhelmed queers convulsing in lust propagated from where Stu landed like a muscle-worship EMP.

I finally caught Cam’s eye with my waving. Kyle helped out by waving my whole body. I yelled instructions and Cam gave a thumbs up, so I knew I could count on him to haul the group back to the muster site, by hand if necessary. 

I looked around for the others. Some movement on top of the three story gay community center right next to us caught my eye. On the edge of the rooftop I saw an ass I would recognize a mile away.

“Joe!” I yelled. but the smooth-bodied hockey player with the Ass of God clad in a white jockstrap couldn’t hear me. “Joe! Hey Kyle, put me down, I have to find the stairs to the roof and talk to Joe.”

Kyle chuckled and drew his arm back, his big bicep flexing into a smooth black bowling ball. “Why take the stairs, little dude, when you can take the elevator?”

Trevante crooned: “Love in an el-e-vaTOR!” as he pumped out hammer curls with two new twinks.

“Whoa!” I shouted as Kyle shot me straight up the three storeys. He was scarily accurate, Joe’s ass might have been a basketball hoop, but almost too accurate, because Joe’s jacked wall of a hockey player bod was blocking me from landing on the edge of the roof. If I didn’t think fast I was gonna bounce off of him and fall!  With a lurch I plunged my hand forward sandwiching my fingers between Joe’s buttocks with a loud squeak. My stomach turned as gravity took over but instead of falling I hung like a pendulum from Joe’s meaty glutes which gripped my fingers in a vice.

Joe grinned down at me as he looked over his shoulder. “Jeffy! It’s you! I thought maybe a bird flew in there or something.” He reached behind and hauled me around to his front as I contemplated the travails of having a muscle-ass so phat, you had to worry about stuff like that.

Joe was dressed only in his white jock, which stretched taut as his cup was pushed several inches out from his groin by his huge rigid prick. Numerous twenty and fifty dollar bills were folded over the straps. As Joe set me down, I nearly stepped on a middle-aged bear who was huffing the scent from one of Joe’s skates. There were men flopped in a muscle-stench daze all around him, each with a piece of Joe’s uniform or equipment held up to his nose. “These guys really love hockey!” Joe chuckled. I saw one of them even sniffed at a puck. “That one says he’s ‘into rubber’?” Joe shrugged. 

“Listen, Joe.” I said, trying to focus on my task and not on Joe’s perfect body and the sexy scent wafting from his overstretched, money-stuffed jock. “We gotta get back to the float. Have you seen the others?”

Joe pointed across the rooftop terrace. “Sure Jeffy, Mitch and Gabe are doing the charity thing too.” I looked where he was pointing and saw our studly football and baseball experts standing under a sign that read “Kissing Booth $50”.

“What do you mean, ‘charity thing too?’” I said.

“This is like a fundraiser, bro. For the community center, for your peeps, the gays. But trust those guys to turn it into a competition.”

Gabe and Mitch stood nearly naked in front of a gaggle of slobbering gay VIPs. Both wore jocks strained to the max with their rock hard athlete’s cocks, handsome Mitch grinned at them through the grill of his football helmet, while baseball cap clad Gabe needed only a hard glare to warn off any misunderstandings about who would be doing the kissing. Both of them wore tap payment squares around their necks on a chain, and a little digital scoreboard kept a running tally of the money raised. 

“Look at that arm, bro,” Gabe bragged as he flexed a bicep bigger than a softball. “Kiss that fucking muscle.”  A thirsty banker gay moaned in lust as he kissed the peak and tapped his platinum Amex card. “Aw, yeah, check this out.” Gabe twisted his wrist and his bicep swelled bigger and split into two peaks, veins plumping out of his skin up and down his jacked sluggers arm.

“Gah!” cried the banker as he came so hard his load shot thru his dress slacks. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted. 

Mitch flexed a double biceps, flaring out his strong quarterback lats. “Bring it in, my dudes, give me summa them bro-kisses.” Four insurance gays crowded him, slobbering wet smooches all over his muscular arms, sniffing his pits and sucking on his hairy pecs.

Tappety-tappety-tap!

“Looks like I’m running away with this one, bro,” Mitch smirked as his counter dinged repeatedly as he blew past $1800, while Gabe’s was stuck at $1400. “Guess football players are sexier than baseball players. Now come on bros, we get to $2500 I’ll take off the helmet.”

“Like hell they are,” Gabe growled and flexed a brutal most-muscular, his pecs ballooning outward, casting shadows on his ripped eight pack abs while his traps humped up nearly to his ears and his delts bulged sideways into boulders. Three more bank gays came instantly and fainted dead away without even getting a chance to tap their cards on Gabe’s square. “Goddammit!” he bellowed.

“Looks like its Super Bowl time!” Mitch said slyly as he took off his helmet. “That’s it, bros get in closer. All for a good cause.” He gathered the four lustful VIPs up in his strong arms and they licked and sucked all the way up his lean muscular neck while tapping away at the square nestled in the hairy cleft between his pecs. Mitch’s digital counter hit $5000. Mitch laughed at his furious colleague. “Ka-ching!”

Joe shook his head. “That Mitch never learns, you make the Gabester mad, you get it bad.”

I watched as a red-faced Gabe roared like the Hulk and ripped his jock off, unleashing his massive Louisville Slugger. He grabbed Mitch with both of his big mitts and pressed him over his head, sending the insurance gays flying. With his scary strength he flipped the bigger man upside down and crammed his body down hard, spearing him face-first on his cock.

“Jesus!” I said.

Gabe sneered as he jacked Mitch’s 210 lbs of football muscle up and down his thick veiny pole like a fleshlight. The adrenaline blew his arms up so much they swelled bigger than Mitch’s uselessly dangling legs. His baseball-sized bull balls banged into Mitch's face repeatedly as the cock-carnage went on and on. The VIPs crawled to Gabe's feet and looked up in awe, tapping his square with their cards until the digital counter reached $9999 and started shooting sparks. The final tally would be enough to build another wing of the community centre.

Mitch moaned something around his tormentor's dominating man-meat and Gabe looked down. “Whatcha got to say now, wiseass? What’s that…? Can’t hear you, bro…”

Spit poured out of Mitch’s puffy overstretched lips as Gabe lifted higher, pulling him off the massive pre-cum-slathered tip.

“Football players… suck cock… better than… baseball players.”

Gabe crushed him down, lips to pubes, one more time and you could see his dick swell in Mitch’s neck as he pumped a home-run load directly into Mitch’s stomach. When he grunted out his last spurt, he dropped Mitch like the used condom he now looked like.

“Guess I’ll give ya that one, bro.”

 

To be continued!

 

[memorex414]

Dayum!!!

[FallenAway]

6 hours ago, Broody said:

Employee of the Month Epilogue: Pride Parade Part 1

God, I haven't even read this yet and I'm already getting stiff.

[Broody]

On 7/16/2023 at 4:15 PM, FallenAway said:

God, I haven't even read this yet and I'm already getting stiff.

That's what I like to hear!

[memorex414]

<looks around for part 2>, lol

[FallenAway]

I don't know why it took me so long to read this last part - I could have been jacking off to this for the last six weeks! Maybe I was trying to delay the inevitable end of this amazing story.  (Turns out Broody is delaying it for all of us. *snicker, snicker*)

What a great idea to put these gorgeous, cocky guys into this Pride Day scenario!  I love the way they love the physical and psychological power they have over gay men. Where else could they get this much unfiltered, ego-boosting, worshipful admiration?  Not from women, that's for sure!  And they have so many opportunities to compete with each other for muscle-induced orgasms! I find it hard to believe these guys will be able to give this up now that they've had a taste of it. 

I can't wait to see what they do along the parade route. The crowd will have to be hosed down with cold water!  Maybe they'll get arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior!  I wouldn't mind seeing them "interact with the legal system" if you know what I mean. Imagine a dozen police officers trying to corral the rowdiest (and strongest!) group of grown-up drunken jock-bros ever gathered in one place!  It wouldn't be pretty, but it would be very fucking HOT.