Bossman

This is my first story on here. I’ve logged several encounters if you will, but was never brave enough to openly tell any stories. I’ll start with describing myself. I’m about 5ft 7in tall. I weight fluctuates between 190lbs to 200lbs. I’m not fat by any means, a slight belly, but nothing a t-shirt doesn’t cover. I’m pretty built, so my large pecks and shoulders offset any jellyroll I acquire from weekly brew crew fests.
I’m bald, I shave my head and grow a trimmed beard without a mustache. Many people tease me and call me Chris Daughtry, but I’ve sported this look long before that poser stepped up to imitate Creed on American Idol. I have several piercings. My lip I wear a hoop, in my left eyebrow is a deep blue barbell I wear it to bring out my eyes which range from light sparkly blue to dark blue almost black depending on my mood. I have an 8 gauge hoop in each ear, and my nipples hold a 10 gauge in each. My cock is 7 1/2 inches and very thick with a Jacob’s ladder of 3 10 gauge barbells down the shaft.
I’m bisexual, and play the dominant role as well as submissive. I actually prefer sub when with a man. My arms are large and covered in tattoos. I have tats over most of my body since an old friend who liberated me sexually, shoots tattoos. I did most of my jewelry myself, including all 3 in my cock. Yeah, I’m a freak and I love pain. Bites and scratches set me off like you wouldn’t believe.
I don’t think I’ve missed anything. If so then it’ll probably be covered in the story. And on to that right? Sorry but the biggest bitch I have on here is to read a story were the writer goes straight to the sex and doesn’t paint a picture.
Any who, this is about the first time I’ve made it with a man 3 years. When I was in the National Guard I had a black friend I played with every month and a lot in Iraq. But I’ve been out for some time now. If this story gets good reviews, I’ll tell a few of those.
My job is in a warehouse for an auto parts supplier, so I lift heavy metal parts daily letting me keep in the shape I am. One of the supervisors on days is openly gay, and frequently comes onto me. I’m not open about my sexuality. I’m married, and my wife would take my kids and fuck me over royal. I talk to this boss often. We’ll call him Jason, and I have let him know about my secret once I knew I could trust him.
On night, on the way in to work a storm tore up most of area I work at, so my shift was canceled. My boss man couldn’t make it in do to damage around his house so Jason had to come in his place to tell us as we came in. He’d tried to call me but I’d already left, and didn’t hear my cell. When I had arrived, I was the only one there besides Jason. He met me in the warehouse after I’d clocked in and told me what was up. Since I was already there I could help clean up. The night went like you’d think. Picking up things that had been blown over, moving pallets and trailers around the dock. I just so happened that the diesel truck we used to move trailers around was in the shop, so we had an old rental with a sleeper attached. That’s the back section to a freightliner that acts like a camper.
Jason was out in the lot moving a trailer out to clean up something that had been blown there when I got an idea. Jason is about 5ft 11in tall and built like a farm boy. well trimmed goatee, and dirty blond hair. He was picking up a busted pallet when I came around the truck. I asked him if I could help as I bent over so he could get a look at my ass as I picked up a board from the pallet. I have a firm round ghetto booty as I’ve been told, and I frequently teased him this way.
Jason grunted and said, “Be careful boy.