Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2017 11:33:22 +0000 From: Michael Murphy Subject: Lunchtime Surprise (Encounters) Lunchtime Surprise (Encounters) By Campbell12 "It's so crowded, and I hate to impose, but is anyone joining you?" I had just gotten my food at the sandwich shop, and noticed there were only a few empty seats, each at a table that was already occupied. Having nowhere else to go, I spotted the friendliest looking guy in the place, and took my chances. "No, have a seat if you like," he replied. Our eyes locked momentarily, and all I could think was He is hot! "Thanks so much," I said. "I really appreciate it. I really don't want to eat in my car, and it's too cold to eat on the patio." He smiled back at me, and I immediately felt that familiar and welcome stirring in my jeans. This guy was so good looking! I took my place across the table from him. I introduced myself, "Hi, I'm Michael. Sorry if this is weird, but I really do appreciate it." He extended his hand to me. "Name's Jason. It's good to meet you." I clasped his hand. Strong grip! Wouldn't mind having that hand...Michael, stop it! You know nothing about this guy. He's just being nice! "So, what do you do for a living?" I asked, hoping to make the situation more comfortable. His response was the perfect opening. "I work in a library down the street." "I'm a teacher, so kind of in the same line of work." Well, this was still awkward. "What do you teach?" Our eyes met again. His smile was not contained to only his lips (kissable lips, at that). His eyes smiled, too. "I teach middle school kids how to read and write. The hazard pay is still to come." We both laughed. His was a very easy laugh, very charming. He asked if I taught in town there. I told him I was from the neighboring city, but I had some time off for spring break. I just thought I could spend a little time antiquing. I felt a pressure on my foot. I realized then that it was his foot. Just relax. He probably thinks it's the table leg. Nope, I looked up and he was looking intently at me. I smiled and looked down at my sandwich. Am I imagining this? Jason looked across at me and said, "I'm sorry, but I can't help staring. I don't know if I really do know you or if I am just wishing I did." Wow! This was really happening. My cock came to attention. My jeans were not doing anything to conceal my excitement, either. I felt that familiar dampness in my boxer briefs. My thigh was becoming warmer, stickier. I crossed my legs, and let my foot graze his calf (at least I hoped it was his calf and not the table leg). He sat up straighter. I finally and awkwardly muttered, "I think we could be very good friends..." I smiled, becoming a bit more bold. Nope, it was his leg as I felt the pressure against my foot. We chatted a bit more about work and other stuff, but I cannot really remember much except the firmness I my crotch. He kept adjusting his posture and was occasionally wriggling in the booth. I could tell was having the same reaction. My sandwich was only half finished. I couldn't concentrate on eating anymore. I pushed the basket aside and leaned back. I uncrossed my legs and attempted to reposition my growing cock. That did no good because I suddenly felt a pressure on my thigh. I looked down to see his socked foot rubbing my thigh. This little scamp was definitely interested, and I was NOT going to let this opportunity pass. I put my hand on his foot, partially to conceal it's presence now on my cock, and partially to press it tighter to my crotch. We continued to chit chat, but my mind was only thinking one thing: Where the hell can I get this guy alone? I looked at him and smiled. "I think I need to use the restroom." I winked. "You think my coat will be okay here?" He grinned that grin that made me melt. "I'll be right back," I said, and excused myself. I walked to the restroom in the back of the restaurant, trying not to limp, and trying to hide the wet spot on my jeans. Damn, my cock was drooling like mad. I walked into the restroom and took my place at the urinal. I fished my rigid cock from my boxer briefs and jeans, and stood there, hoping to get it to subside. Apparently I had forgotten to lock the door. It opened. There was Jason. He peeked in and asked, "Mind if I join you?" "Oh, god. Not at all," I said, a little too enthusiastically. He did not forget to lock the door. He walked over to me and turned me around. The next thing I knew, I was leaning back against the sink, and his hand was on my chest. He leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer. The kisses became deeper as his hand snaked its way down my torso. My cock was still exposed, and he wrapped that strong hand around it. I put my other hand on his waist and rubbed gently. Jason stepped back and undid my pants, ever breaking eye contact. I fumbled with his belt and slacks. Before I knew it, our pants were around our ankles and our groins were grinding together. His kisses were so exciting. I found myself wanting so much more. "You know, if we weren't in a restaurant, I'd be all over you," I panted out. What he did next surprised me, but also excited me. He stepped to the side, and put his hands on the wall. His amazing butt was now upturned, and inviting me in. I knelt behind him, and kissed one of his beautiful orbs, then the other. He moaned. I kissed my way toward the center of his butt, and spread the cheeks. I licked tentatively. He pressed back. He smelled and tasted so good. This was much better than the cheesesteak I had earlier. I continued to lick, kiss and suck on his tight little pucker. His breathing was becoming shallower, quicker. He wanted my cock, I could tell. Then his words confirmed this: "Michael, I need you inside me," he whispered. I stood up, and spit on my fist. I rubbed the saliva on my cock, mixing it with the copious precum oozing there. I then spit on my hand again, and I rubbed it on his hole. It twitched under my touch. "Stick it in me!" His words, soft and passionate. I put my cock at his tight little pucker, and pushed forward gently. He pressed out, and it swallowed the head of my cock. It felt so good. He looked back at me and smiled. "Go ahead..." I pressed forward, not wanting to hurt him. After all, the only lube we had was my spit and precum. "Go ahead," he said more fervently. As I pressed forward, he winced, but his ass absolutely sucked my cock in. It felt so good to be inside him. I continued to press into him until my thighs met his. He groaned and wriggled his perfect ass. I couldn't hold back. I knew this was stupid. We were in a restaurant, I didn't know this guy, and here I was, fucking him. Instinct, stupidity or horniness took over. I pulled back and shoved my cock into him. We developed a rhythm quickly, him pressing back as I thrust forward. My cock got deeper and deeper as it grew longer and thicker. His ass opened up to me, but occasionally he would squeeze that sphincter tighter to grip my cock. He was milking the cum up from my balls, and it felt so good. I felt the orgasm growing. His breathing was ragged as he rode my cock. I put one hand on his shoulder, the other on his hips. I started driving into him hard. His body lurched with each thrust. I leaned over and kissed his upper back. I hissed, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" "Give it to me! I want that load!" He said it so loudly, I was glad there was a crowd out in the restaurant to drown out his voice. A few more thrusts and I couldn't hold back any longer. I grasped his shoulders and pulled him back. The load I injected into him was matched only by the load he shot onto the wall and floor. I pulled back and jabbed into him again. Another shot of hot cum filled him. He ground back against me and squeezed my cock hard. It seemed like my orgasm would never end. My legs shook, my breathing came in short gasps. Feeling the effects of this encounter begin to subside a bit, I pulled him up so his back was against my chest. He turned his head, and we kissed again. I wrapped my arms around his torso as our tongues dueled in our mouths. "I hate to end this, but we probably should get out of here," he gasped. I kissed his neck and responded, "Damn! I want to do that again." Jason laughed. I slowly pulled out of him. He turned and kissed me softly on the lips. We both stepped to the sink. He used the warm water to wash his ass, as I used the cold water, hoping to get my cock to soften enough to fit it inside my underwear and jeans. He handed me a wad of paper towels, and we both dried off. I kissed him again, and he stepped back and smiled. He reached for his wallet and handed me his business card. "If you get back to town again, you should call me...." "Gladly," I said with a too-big smile. We composed ourselves and regrouped. He opened the door, looked out and gave me a nod. With no one watching, we both walked out together. I got my sandwich as he sat back down. "Thanks for letting me sit with you. It was GREAT to meet you!" I reached out to shake his hand, and his grip was still strong. "Use that number," he said with a wink and a grin. I put my coat on and walked out. If I hadn't, I know we would have tried for round two...I walked to my car, smiling widely. This was certainly one of the best lunches I had ever had. But suddenly, I was hungry for more.