Date: Fri, 17 May 2013 19:10:39 -0400
From: Nick <nick@thepornpup.com>
Subject: Getting fucked on my lunch break

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*I used to have a totally mainstream office job which was mind-numbing
but paid well,*you know the type, where you sacrifice your day to a
grinding monotony but take home a cute pay-check  Well, to spice things
up occasionally I used to use my lunch break for more 'creative' means
than simply taking a respite from the boredom and filling my stomach. On
those days when the mood took me I'd surreptitiously fire up Grindr,
hiding the screen between my legs and waiting for a familiar vibration
that meant someone was available for a quickie that afternoon..

One time I got hit up by a guy whose profile pic showed off a rippling
six pack and a clean-cut face- an actor/model/waiter I guessed at first.
More importantly he had a car and a free afternoon. What he said was
music to my ears- he had a conference work call scheduled and, under the
nose of the other callers, wanted to get sucked off while he was on it.
Well, that's like offering a dollar to a go-go boy- I grabbed and didn't
let go.*This sounded so fucking hot and kinky.*

So we arranged to meet up when I got out for lunch. He told me the color
and model of his car and texted to say he'd pulled up right outside of
my office- this was getting risky! When I left the building I saw him
straight away; he looked just like his pics- striking & buff, even if
he'd grown a beard in the meantime. No problem, I like a man with a bit
of fluff. He smiled at me as I jumped in his car. It was apparent the
conference call was already under-way as  the air was filled with
statistics and boring business jargon. He put his microphone on mute and
introduced himself, grinning as he looked me up and down and rubbed his
dick inside his suit pants. We were both hungry for it.

We pulled away from the curb but only turned the corner and stopped. He
grabbed my head and pulled it down to his crotch while he turned back on
his microphone and spoke on the call. I reached over and unzipped his
flies, feeling a bulge pushing against the fabric. Not missing a beat I
reached in and clumsily pulled the waistband of his underwear down and
fished out his cock. It was thick, really meaty and hardening fast, and
a bead of pre-cum languidly leaked out of his piss-slit in response to
my touch. It was all so wrong, this long, hard cock bulging out of his
flies, me in the passenger seat bent over with my face inches from it,
in the middle of the day, half a block from my workplace while he talked
business on a call. Fuck it was hot.

The bead of pre-cum became a flow and started to drip down his shaft. I
reached out my tongue and lapped it up, working my way from the base to
the tip of his dick. He sighed. I hoped no-one on the call noticed. I
knew we didn't have a huge amount of time so I went to work, doing what
I do best- taking his cock head between my lips and working my way down,
his thick shaft stretching my jaw. I tasted a squirt of pre-cum as it
hit my tongue; it was tangy and hot. Soon his dick-head was pushing at
the back of my throat but I wasn't warmed up enough yet to deep-throat,
so I pulled back and started a nice rhythm, working his dick and getting
it nice and wet. I didn't think it could get any harder but it proved me
wrong- and the way he was squirming in his seat told me he was loving
every second. Suddenly he muted his phone again and told me we had to
go, someone was about to walk past. He started the engine and drove off
quickly, but he wasn't getting me off his dick that easily- I kept
sucking as he neared the end of the road and made to turn onto a main
street.

He made an excuse and finished up his call and then laughed, telling me
I was a kinky boy and he knew where we could go, somewhere he'd gone
before with guys. I sat up, smiled and pushed his dick back into his
pants, wondering what trouble we were about to get into.

Within a few minutes we pulled up to a normal looking apartment block
with a ramp in its base leading to an underground car park- he nodded
towards it and said we could go in there for some indoors/outdoors fun.
I smiled and instantly got hard in my jeans- this guy knew how to push
my buttons! We parked up and got out, trying to look nonchalant as we
walked down the ramp and entered the garage. I felt utterly conspicuous
with a guilty look creasing my face, but there were so few pedestrians I
don't think anyone even noticed us.

He led me to a dark corner of the cavernous room, next to a parked car
where pipes protruded from the floor and an old tire leaned against the
wall forlornly. I didn't mind the unglamorous surroundings and without a
seconds delay he dropped his pants. Damn, this guy had been here once or
twice before to be so brazen! Of course, I did what
any respectable cocksucker would do and dropped to my knees, mindless of
the hard concrete beneath me. He slapped his growing cock across my
face, looking down at me with a sly grin- I imagine the view was pretty
hot, his hardening dick resting against my face, seven inches
stretching from my mouth to my forehead, dripping pre-cum into my hair
in anticipation of invading my mouth again

He pulled away and his dick slid across my face. He stopped when his fat
head was resting against my lips, throbbing in time to his heartbeat.
Suddenly he moved his hips forward and pushed his cock forcefully into
my mouth, thrusting it in and out for a moment before taking one hard
shove and pounding the back of my throat. I gagged a little but managed
to hold still as he groaned and gave tiny thrusts, enjoying the
tightness milking his dick.

*Suddenly he pulled out- what the fuck, this was just getting good!* I
looked up to see his face concerned, and followed his gaze to see a man
in just shorts heaving two plastic rubbish bags into a wheelie bin over
the other side of the parking garage.*Shit, we were about to get
caught!*He quickly pulled up his pants and we both started walking
towards the exit, sporting obvious woodies in our pants. The guy turned
and saw us and I have a feeling he was gay too, but we didn't hang
around long enough to find out. We hopped in the car and made our
getaway, laughing guiltily the whole time.

Luckily he only lived a few blocks away. Why didn't we go back there in
the first place, you might ask? Well, have you ever had sex outside?
Somewhere where it's possible to get caught in the act? It's not that we
wanted to get caught, but there is an undeniable thrill to the idea of
it, the danger heightens the whole act and gives you a giddy feeling
that you've gotten away with something totally taboo.

When we got to his place his tendency to dominate kicked in and he
ripped off my jeans and underwear and threw me onto his unmade bed,
grabbing my ankles and lifting my legs, then leaning over to make out
with me, his still covered crotch thrusting against my ass. I didn't
leave work intending to get fucked but I didn't have much choice now. He
spat on a finger and worked it into my hole, laughing at my appreciative
moan. That's all he needed. He knew he had me. In seconds he'd pulled
his dick out, ripped open a condom, lubed up and was pushing at my hole.
I leant back and thought of England.

Fuck. He was in. He didn't take his time working in slowly, this guy had
been blown and interrupted twice and now wanted to fuck me hard and blow
a load that was itching to get out of his balls. His cock slid in pretty
easily considering how thick it was and as he grabbed my calves and
pushed back my legs for easier access. At that point I grabbed my
throbbing, leaking cock and jerked at a blur, beyond turned on by the
prostate pounding he was giving me. It popped into my head what my
co-workers were doing; sitting in a Mexican or Thai restaurant choosing
an entrée while I was on my back in a strangers bed with his dick up my
ass, getting fucked hard and fast.

Within minutes and through gritted teeth he announced he was about to
cum and pulled out and ripped the condom off, grabbing his meaty dick
and jerking like a crazy man. He groaned and I watched his dick head
swell and shoot thick ropes of cum across my chest, hitting my chin and
filling the groove between my abs. Between the ass-pounding and seeing
the sheer force of his cum made my balls pull up and I started shooting
myself, groaning from a really intense orgasm and adding another thick
load to my abs.

And then we just both started laughing, relaxed by our release and
amused by the whole situation. I couldn't believe I still had 10 minutes
of my break left after all the things we'd just got up to! He brought me
a towel to wipe up our cum and then he threw it in a corner, saying he'd
deal with that later.*Yeah, I thought, I bet that'll be your jerk off
material for the next few days.*

I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Ridiculous- hair all
messy, face flushed, abs still sticky with cum. I felt great but I had
to be back at work and not look like I'd just been pulled through an
orgy backwards. Thankfully a quick splash of water more-or-less sorted
out my hair and face, and as for the residual cum.. well, I thought I'd
leave it there to dry and remind myself for the rest of the day of what
I'd got up to.

Five minutes later and he'd dropped me off at work and disappeared into
the distance. I strolled into the office a little shaky on my legs but
my workmates were none-the-wiser. It was weird sitting in my chair and
chatting to my boss thinking that twenty minutes ago I'd had a guy balls
deep inside me. Somehow I managed to keep a straight face for the rest
of the day.