An Untitled Series Part 1: My Co-Worker
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Hi. My name is
Joe Harris, and I’m 18 years old. I weigh 125 pounds and I am 5’6” tall. I’m
pretty small for a wrestler. Actually, I’m not really a wrestler, I just like
to watch. I work part-time at a Target store in a rural area in
I’d always wanted to get caught in one, but I wouldn’t let just anyone do it to me, not that anyone had offered one. If I had to get bearhugged by someone, I’d want to get bearhugged by someone a lot bigger than me, someone with big muscles and maybe even a bit of a belly, someone with a lot of stamina to keep me in a really long one yet keep me squeezed tight against their massive chest. Unfortunately for me, I’d never found anyone that would fit my criteria...until recently. It was about two weeks before my first day at college, and I had just got my job a few days earlier, so I still hadn’t met everyone. I was helping someone at the checkout counter when out of the corner of my eye I spied a really big guy I had never seen before. He was wearing the standard red target clothes, so obviously he worked here. The only exposed parts of his body were his arms, which were extremely muscular, but I knew that under those clothes was a solid wall of muscle...and the perfect body to get caught in a bearhug against.
I could only get a brief glimpse of this guy because I was helping this lady check out, so I hurried up the process so I could look at him again. As soon as the lady was on her way out towards the exit, I stared at that guy again. No one else was in line, so I got a good long stare. His skin was a normal Caucasian color, and his thick, dark brown hair was hanging down to his shoulders. The rest of the day went by with me, occasionally becoming sweaty at the thought of him bearhugging me, helping people pay for their items and leave, and finally it was time for the store to close. The instant all the customers had left, I took in a deep breath and slowly walked over to the giant. He turned and started to walk in my direction when he noticed me. A friendly smile spread across his face. No one was paying attention to us, which made me feel a little bit relieved.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you before!” said the giant, in a gruff voice. “My name’s Don. How long have you been working here?” I started to stutter and become sweatier. My right hand started to shake a little bit, and the skin on my arm felt clammy.
“My name’s...J-Joe.” I stammered. “I just got this job a few days ago.”
“Well, welcome. Say, you into wrestling?” he asked. Inside I became excited; he was a wrestling fan, so maybe he could bearhug me. I didn’t want to ask him directly, for I’d be overwhelmed with embarrassment if he said no and laughed at me in front of everyone else who worked there. I nodded, and he patted me on the back. “Everyone else who works here likes wrestling, too. Some of the women even like to watch it sometimes. We’ve got two private mats set up in the back where we can wrestle eachother or someone else. Say, have you heard of the upcoming wrestling exhibition in LA?” I took in another deep breath, and then I said what I had wanted to say all day.
“...I wanna wrestle you.” I finally choked it out. I smirked to make myself look innocent. Don looked stunned, and then grinned and laughed.
“All right, kiddo, I’ll take you on. We could go in the back right now, if you want. Should I tell the others?” Don chuckled. I shook my head. With that, he led me towards the back of the huge store into one of the back rooms. Sure enough, everything had been shoved to the side of the room, and in the center was a large, blue mat. There were black turnbuckles and red ropes. Don took off his shirt, and I became really worried that I would get a hard-on and he would see it and laugh at me. Fortunately, I didn’t. At that point I noticed how much of an ogre of a man he was; his gigantic chest was a gigantic, smooth wall of muscle. He did have a bit of a belly, which made me get even more excited inside. Now something else worried me; what if he wasn’t a bearhug fan?
Thousands of thoughts started to run through my mind at once. I considered ways into getting him to hug me without actually asking him to do it. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I figured it’d be the only way. Don tossed his shirt to the side, kicked off his shoes, and stood in the center of the mat. I did the same and walked onto the mat, staying a couple feet away from him.
“So, kid, what kind of wrestling do you like? Regular? Slow strength?” asked Don. I pondered this question; if I said slow strength, that’d be more likely to get him to hug me, but he’d also laugh at me because of my puny size and I’d look a bit suspicious. Little did I know I was getting all worked up over nothing.
“...s-slow strength.” I replied. Don didn’t laugh at me; instead, he simply nodded and moved his left foot back a little.
“Ready?” asked Don. I nodded, and then I crouched down a little to make it look like I was for real. It seemed that Lady Luck had just found me, because right after I nodded Don swooped in, his arms spread wide. I raised my arms to “defend” myself, and then he wrapped his gigantic, muscular arms around me, picked me up, and swiftly hugged me against his chest.
Words can hardly explain the sensation—and slight pain—I felt at that moment. I had finally gotten a big hug, something I had longed for ever since I started watching wrestling. I could feel my inferior body being pressed against Don’s warm, gigantic muscles. Don was at least a foot or two taller than me, so he could hold me high up off the ground without me having to sit on his lap. Don had an evil grin on his face as he slightly cranked up the pressure, pulling me tighter against his big six-pack. I could tell he was holding back, because a man as big as him would be able to snap my ribcage in two minutes. There I sat—or dangled, if you will—in his monstrous grasp. I began to get a hard-on, and I developed the fear of being overwhelmed with emotional trauma if I came all over him. Fortunately, something inside me kept me from doing that. I could feel the air being squeezed out of my lungs, but I didn’t care; I was enjoying every second of this. My legs dangled helplessly in midair while everything from the waist up was being hugged against this ogre. I could tell that he was enjoying this, too, and then I began to relax as I started to go limp. Don obviously knew what he was doing and what he could do. He cranked up the pressure a little more. Now it was beginning to really hurt, and my limbs started to go limp. Don let out a gruff laugh. It felt like his gigantic body would swallow me whole.
“What’s the matter, kid? You in a tight situation?” chuckled Don. “Let it be known that no one has ever lasted in a big bearhug from Don. I’m having fun, but I think it’s time we brought this to an end for today.” With that, Don loosened his grip a little, and then squeezed me extremely hard in a bit of a weird way. A second later I went limp and unconscious.
When I woke up, I found myself seated against the wall in that room, and now two other men were wrestling in the ring. Don was sitting right in front of me.
“Are you all right? Did you have fun?” asked Don. I made sure the two wrestlers in the ring weren’t looking, and then slowly nodded. “I...uh...hope you don’t mind that I hugged you. No one seems to like that hold anymore.”
“Don’t worry, I had the time of my life.” I said, just loud enough for him to hear. Don grinned and moved over to sit next to me.
“Good, because of all the people I’ve ever squeezed, you’ve been the most fun.” Don mumbled. “Probably because you’re the smallest. Maybe we can meet again some time so I can hug you again.” I nodded, and then Don helped me up to my feet. “Wanna do tomorrow?” I nodded again, and then Don patted me on the back. “Well, I guess I’ll see you then, unless you wanna stay and watch these guys.” I left the room, and then breathed a sigh of relief as I exited the building.
The next day I arrived at Target and braced myself as the first wave of customers came in. I didn’t think I could survive the whole day waiting for the chance to get another hug from Don. I looked over at Don, who looked back and smirked. The whole day went by, the usual checkout procedures and waiting for customers. Finally, when the last customer had left, I walked over to Don, who nodded. We went to the back of the store into the back room, my heart starting to pound with excitement. When we got in the room, I locked the door behind us. I didn’t want anyone to disturb us. Don took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and then this time also took off his pants, standing in the middle of the ring in nothing but his underwear. I was a bit stunned, but I figured that since the door was locked no one would see, so I did the same. Don waited for a moment, and then sighed. This part gets a little graphic, so please don’t be offended by what I’m about to tell.
“You know what, kid, it’s the summer, and in the summer you can screw around all you want without anyone getting after you.” said Don. “I’m not gay or anything, but...wanna go nude?”
That question hit me hard. The door was locked, but what if someone wanted to unlock it? Oh well, I had heard the others say that they were going to use the other room, so I thought, “Sure, why not?” I slowly and nervously took off my underwear and tossed it over to my other clothes. Don did the same. There we were, two naked men standing in the middle of the ring. Finally, Don swooped in, embraced me, picked me up with a grunt, and started squeezing.
We both got hard-ons that time. I’m not gay, either, but I was enjoying this more than the last hug. The beast had that same evil grin that he had last time as he pressed me against his chest. This time he was going a bit easier; I guess he figured that I wanted this hug more for enjoyment rather than for submission. I dangled there for about 10 minutes in his bearhug, us occasionally making wisecracks about the other. When I was starting to go limp, Don laughed again.
“All right, kid, you’ve got two choices. Either I can squeeze you out like last time, or I can shake you up a little bit and I’ll just leave you limp instead of squeezing you out.” said Don. I wasn’t in the mood for being squeezed out that day, so I managed to hold up two fingers, since I couldn’t talk due to the fact that I was being hugged. Don nodded, and then started swaying me side to side, me still in his arms. I started to slide down his chest a little, since he was losing his grip. He caught me between his legs, let go of me for a little bit, and then repositioned his hold and started hugging me again. He then bent over with me in his grasp, so now I was hanging under him and being squeezed. My arms fell toward the floor, my fingers touching it. Don then swung me back up into a normal hug position, squeezing me even harder. I was now having trouble breathing. My chest wouldn’t expand against his, and I started to lose consciousness. Don smiled, and then gave me one final, three-second long power squeeze, and then loosened his grip so that he wasn’t squeezing me, but he was still holding me in his arms. Slowly but surely I started breathing again, my body still locked against the naked body of a beast known as Don. Don smiled, and then finally released me. I stumbled a little bit; I had been held up in the air in a hug for so long that it was a bit hard to walk. I almost fell over, but Don caught me.
“Well, kid, it’s been fun. You’re a real fun squeeze toy. But since you can’t walk, I guess you’ll just have to stay here with me.” Don chuckled. “Your folks aren’t expecting you home, are they?”
“Nope, they went out tonight and probably left me a note.” I panted. I was just barely back to normal. Don smiled again.
“Well then, how about another?” asked Don. I laughed and started to back away, but Don caught me in his arms again, picking me up and starting the whole hug process again. “I’ve got you now, kid! Now you’re really gonna get a hug!” I could barely laugh as Don started squeezing me against his gigantic, warm chest. His arms were locked solidly around me, and I began to relax. I had been bearhugged at last by an ogre of a man.
There he stood with me in his arms, and there I hung in his beastly hug, and at that moment we both started laughing. I had found a new friend, and he had found a new squeeze toy. That last hug was a relaxed, light hug, one that I didn’t leave for almost an hour.