Date: Fri, 17 May 2013 19:10:39 -0400 From: Nick Subject: Getting fucked on my lunch break I hope you enjoy this true story- email me at nick@thepornpup.com with comments, hot pics and suggestions!. Also check out my blog at http://www.thepornpup.com** *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.