The Source - Part 4

[Proteus]

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Part 4

I had various things to do that day, but it was hard to concentrate on anything for very long—I kept thinking about Hard-T: what it had done to me, what more could do to me. Throughout the day, I found myself getting boned up thinking about it. It took a lot of restraint to avoid lying in bed all day, playing with myself.

I was in for a treat when I finally got dressed for the day. I pulled on my slacks, reveling in how they flowed over my thicker thighs. When I zipped up my fly, I notice that the bulge in my boxerbriefs was protruding more than normal. I had to manually tuck my aching balls into my pants before the zipper would go up. Had I gotten bigger there, too? My balls were certainly swollen.

Putting on my shirt was interesting as well. I put on a white V-neck, first, and loved how it hugged the new contours of my upper body. It even felt a little snug around my back, lats, and chest. Sparse chest hair revealed itself in the exposed V and it took a great deal of self-control to not jack off right in my slacks. The button down shirt I put on over it was tighter around the chest as well as the shoulders, and the sleeves seemed to bunch a bit around my elbows, pushed out slightly by my biceps.

I shaved my scruff, noticing how bristly it was compared to normal. I guess I could grow a real beard now.

I had a meeting coming up with Darnell that day. I had to report on my findings so far, slim as they were. At one o’clock he stepped into my office, this time wearing an expensive-looking graphic T-shirt and red chinos. Both showed off his swimmer’s build very well.

“If I’m being completely honest,” I admitted, “I haven’t found much, but I don’t think there’s much to find in this situation.”

“But what have you found?” he shot me a look with his sharp eyes that was almost… enticing?

“Well, Darnell, it looks like Mr. Roth may be unfaithful to you…”

He did not so much as blink. Clearly this was no revelation to him. He did lean forward, though.

I continued: “He has been absent at work lately and he stopped going to the gym a few months ago—”

“—Switched. He switched gyms a few months ago.”

“You seem to know a lot about this already.”

“Oh, I know where Sam—where Samuel is going,” he said, “I just need to gather some information about what he’s involved in.”

So Darnell had not been completely honest when he hired me. Not exceptionally rare in my business, but it did not make my job any easier. Now I had to get him to admit to what he actually wanted to know about.

“So Mr. Roth is not having an affair, I take it?”

“He may be, in fact,” Darnell’s eyes darted down and he sighed, “but I’m far more interested the activities at his new haunt.”

“Which would be…?”

“You don’t know already? That’s a little disappointing.” Strangely, he smiled as he said that. “He frequents the gym in the Rutherford Building on Sixth Street. It’s in the basement—no markings on the door.”

“You know,” I said, “it would make this whole process go much smoother if you were more upfront with your intentions.”

“More upfront?” he said, rising from his chair, his half-hard cock pressing against the chinos.

Ordinarily I like to think of myself as someone very in control of my faculties. But there was something going on with me this week—something that made me much more… …receptive to such offers. It was, of course, the effect of the Hard-T.

I was very horny and a beautiful man was coming on to me. It only took half a minute for me to get out of my seat and clear my desk. Darnell came over to me and slowly started unbuttoning my shirt, showing my meatier, slightly hairy chest. In turn, I tugged his shirt up over his body, revealing shredded abs—he was so ripped he even had obliques!

Once both of our clothes were off (he had gotten to the bulge in my underwear and gave me a grin as he pulled them down), I leaned back on my desk. He eagerly placed himself on my lap, just below my dick, and grasped it firmly. It was a short matter of time before a surprising amount of precum seeped from the tip. There was enough that Darnell was actually able to use it as lube as stroked me.

Soon, a comparably small amount of precum appeared on the tip of his cock, and I spurted actual cum. I had not come yet, but almost in anticipation of an orgasm, some was slipping out. Darnell deemed my cock to be slick enough and carefully inserted it into himself. I held on as long as I could, but I must have come less than ten seconds later. It was, of course, incredible, to the point that I grunted out loud, and to my delight, I saw him climax around the same time, ejaculate coating his impressive abs.

After, while we were cleaning up, he leaned over to me, breathed in deeply, and whispered, “I want you to find the source.”