I wasn’t normally friendly with my co-worker Brenda, but I knew she’d been with Kyle, the new guy at the big-box store where we worked.

I was dying to hear the details.

At first Brenda was reluctant to say anything more than that she and Kyle were “dating.” But I laid it on, and pretty soon she spilled.

Kyle was a hottie. He had handsome features and a solid body. He was confident without any unnecessary swagger. I was a little disappointed I hadn’t asked him out before Brenda had. I would have liked to have seen him naked instead of just hearing about it.

Still, once Brenda let her guard down and described what Kyle was like in bed, I got excited. She sketched out his physique for me, the lines of his muscles, the twin firm chunks of his ass. And of course she told me about his big cock.

My mouth watered at that. I could almost see that glorious staff standing erect, vein-lined, pre-come drizzling tantalizingly from the tip. A wave of desire hit me.

Eagerly I leaned across our table. “What did he taste like?” I asked.

Brenda made a face. “How should I know?”

“You’d know from sucking his cock,” I said.

She turned away, putting her nose in the air. “Gross. I don’t do that kind of thing.”

Right then I wanted to smack her upside her head. There was a reason Brenda and I had never been real friends. She was a prude.

But I didn’t press her any further. I couldn’t finish my salad. I paid our bill, and we walked the two blocks back to our store. On the way I put one last question to her.

“Don’t you think Kyle would like to get his cock sucked?”

Again she did the nose-in-the-air thing. “Well, if that’s what he wants, he can look for it somewhere else.”

Stunned, I let it drop this time. I supposed Brenda had the right to her personal turn-ons and turn-offs, but I couldn’t imagine my own life without my penchant for oral sex. It was, in my view, one of the all-time great carnal activities. It was intimacy on a level that was almost profound. Maybe nature hadn’t programmed that particular act into human DNA, but we had discovered it and stuck with it probably since the dawn of time.

For me it was a heightened sensory experience. There was the taste and the smell. Involving those senses in sex upped the whole game. No two cocks tasted quite the same, and it was fun to explore new flavors.

Then there was the texture. I loved to slide my tongue over the rounded smoothness of a swollen cock, encountering the sweet sting of pre-come. As I closed my lips around the knob, I would then begin sucking my way downward, swallowing inch after inch.

Overcoming my gag reflex was its own challenge and sensation. I relished being able to circumvent my body’s own responses in order to give pleasure to someone else.

I’d never met a guy who didn’t like getting his cock sucked. I was always proud when, having finished, I would see that shocked look on his face. Then I would know he’d just gotten the best head of his life.

Kyle was a man. Men liked receiving blowjobs. Therefore, Kyle would like to get blown. It was a simple equation. Too bad Brenda didn’t know her math.

If that’s what he wants, he can look for it somewhere else, Brenda had said. I decided I would give Kyle the option of finding it someplace else — specifically, with me.

I wasn’t going to try to break them up, though. That would be mean. I hadn’t gotten the impression at lunch today that they had a super-serious relationship. I would just make sure Kyle knew he could get his cock sucked if he so desired.

Sometimes I worked at a register. Sometimes I was in our huge store’s aisles, helping customers find stuff. I also worked in the cavernous stockroom. Items got delivered and we had to get them on the right shelves so they could later be hauled out to the store.

I found myself back there one shift. Kyle was working alongside me.

I still had the images of him that Brenda had put in my head. I sneaked peeks at him, imagining him out of his clothes.

We chatted and joked while we worked. He was friendly and easy to be around. The stockroom was divided into aisles. The big metal shelves rose to the ceiling. When you got down to the far end, it was pretty isolated.

When we were both at that end, I “accidentally” brushed up against him. I liked the firm feel of his body. He didn’t say anything. I waited a minute and did it again, this time grazing my hand across his crotch.

He froze. “What’re you doing, Jen?”

I was excited and nervous. But I said boldly, “If you took your cock out right now, I’d suck on it.”

He could report me to human resources, I realized. Maybe he was committed to Brenda and my advances were unwanted. I froze, too, but I kept my hand on his crotch.

Suddenly a bulge grew under my palm. I saw his eyes start to gleam. I rubbed him and he swelled even more.

We weren’t alone in the big stockroom, but nobody was in our aisle. I pulled Kyle behind a stack of boxes we were shelving. Somebody still might come along and find us, but we’d probably have a few minutes of privacy, presuming Kyle wanted to get his cock sucked.

I got an answer to that right away. He undid his fly and yanked down his underwear. His cock sprang into sight. I knelt before him and took him in my hand, grinning. Desire pulsed in me.

He surged into full hardness. I beheld his size. Brenda hadn’t exaggerated anything. This was a serious piece of meat.

I got into a comfortable position, glad for the kneepads we wore when we were doing stock work. I faced Kyle’s cock at mouth level.

I put my hand to his balls, holding his nut sack on my palm and encircling his base with a single finger. I aimed his bloated cockhead straight out. To my delight I saw he was already oozing a bead of pre-come.

With my tongue I gave his crown a thorough swirling. A shudder of lust went through me. I liked his texture. When I caught the drizzle, I deliberately held it on my tongue, sampling it before swallowing. He had a slick salty taste. I looked forward to drinking down his load when it was time.

My lips tightened around his knob. I made sure my lips were sealed before I began to move my mouth downward. His cock had an upward tilt. As I dropped further down his shaft, I kept my tongue wriggling. I felt the many small veins and the big underside cable. I gave his balls a very delicate squeezing as I continued to swallow.

I made sure to get quickly past my gag reflex. I knew we didn’t have an endless amount of time. The possibility of getting caught was real. I didn’t want to get fired.

But I also didn’t want to stop this. Kyle’s special taste filled my mouth, seeming to overwhelm all my senses, so that I was breathing and feeling and tasting him all at once. With a final lunge I sucked him all the way down to where I held him at his base.

The cock throbbed in my throat, but I didn’t choke. I wanted this man to enjoy this. It was all about the primal pleasure of the act.

I lifted my mouth, then dropped it again. I felt the familiar strain in my neck muscles, the easy flow of my eager movements.

My cheeks caved in around him, and I slowly increased the suction. I heard him start to moan before he cut it sharply off. Without breaking rhythm, I looked up at him and saw him biting his lip. He couldn’t be attracting attention by making groaning sounds.

But his eyes locked on my face. A look of wonder came to his handsome features. He watched his cock vanish and reappear as my mouth worked him.

Spit ran down my chin. My tongue caressed and writhed along his staff. His hands touched my head. Tentatively he slid his fingertips into my hair. I looked up at him again and managed to convey a nod.

He slipped his fingers fully into my thick hair. He took a good grip on my roots. Then he started to thrust. At first, he was cautious about it. But I matched his strokes, encouraging him to go harder and faster. I wanted to give him the perfect blowjob.

Soon we’d locked rhythms. We had it timed. I sucked him all the way down with every plunge, and he helpfully sank his cock into my throat each time. It was a sweet, delicious face-fucking.

I massaged his balls with a little more pressure. I gave his cock even more suction. His fingers tightened in my hair. He was really slamming my mouth now. Spit was dribbling down my chin, spilling onto the stupid orange tunic we all had to wear.

Right now I didn’t care about my dumb job. I didn’t care about Brenda’s prudery or the fact that Kyle would probably still be her boyfriend when this was done.

What mattered was this cock I was sucking. I wanted Kyle to remember this. I sucked him furiously.

Suddenly he was shaking. His legs jerked and his hands shook where they gripped my hair. Another half-moan escaped him. I felt his balls clench.

The first jet of come was massive. It shot across my tongue into the back of my throat. Spurt after spurt followed, hot liquid man-load, salty and primitive. I didn’t lose a drop of it.

When he was done, I got up off my knees. He tucked himself back into his pants and whispered, “Wow.”

Yeah. He would remember this.