Friday, March 5, 2010

Punk’d


Friday. Lunch with the boss. Casual. Fun. Business has been good. Smooth sailing for the year. Like many restaurants in the area, it’s slow. Just us and two other tables with professionals who have expense accounts.

Waiter is adorable. We chit chat. Some light flirting. I’m trying to keep it civil. Boss has a smirk.

In the middle of my salmon Boss asks, “When are you not fucking someone?”

I protest. They seek out me. I’m not that good looking that they should throw themselves at me. Boss says he’s never known anyone that fucks as much as I do. I tell him not to exaggerate. It’s all rumors and innuendo. Save for the blog, I don’t tell tales. Guys I fuck, however, talk a lot.

Lunch continues. Suit from another table gets up and chats with me. He’s openly cruising me in front of my boss. Boss is doing all he can not to laugh out loud. I almost feel like I’m being punk’d. The more I deny, the more I get hit on. Waiter sees Suit and rushes over. For a moment, I think this could escalate into a fight over me. Naturally, this arouses me.

Suit and Waiter go to their respective corners. Boss and I finish our lunch. He picks up the check. I go to pee.

I unzip and start peeing. Who is at the next urinal? Suit. Gives me the look up and down with his perfect teeth smile. I glance down at his big uncut dick. Damnit. I’m getting hard. I finish my whiz. Give it a shake. I’m about to tuck it back in and he’s on me.

Suit pushes me against the wall. Starts grabbing at my junk. He pulls my hand to his thick but still flaccid meat. I’m fully hard. He kisses me. He tastes like steak. Neither of us notices that we’re not alone.

Waiter clears his throat. I feel like I’ve been caught cheating. I want to say, “It’s not what you think,” but Suit has already dropped to his knees and I’m a good five inches into his mouth before I can attempt to speak. I nod at Waiter to come over. I’m oddly surprised he actually does.

We kiss. He also tastes like steak.

He drops down and joins Suit in sucking on my junk. One on my dick. One on my balls. I’m enjoying it so much I don’t hold back. I tell them I’m gonna cum. The two cocksuckers slurp and suck harder. I groan. Suit pulls off and starts pumping my rod.

I explode. Jizz fires out in thick gobs. The two groan and laugh their approval.

I look up. Boss is standing at the door to the restroom. He looks at me incredulously and asks, “Am I being punk’d?”

7 comments:

The Gay Wizard said...

hahaha classic.

throb919 said...

The line from When Harry Met Sally comes to mind: "I'll have what he's having!"

(awk)Word said...

Thanks, guys!

jim said...

Not only are your posts hot, they are incredibly funny.

I am standing at the meat section of the supermarket thinking "tastes like steak".

(awk)Word said...

Jim, Thanks so much. Always glad to bring a smile to a guy's face.

cum.lover said...

A delightful & subtle wit you have, R.L.,, & your boss's is apparently comparable to yours.Very enjoyable entry here. Thanks!

Anonymous said...

Too funny RL, and yeah, I think that I've seen you before and you're not bad looking; but then again I've always liked blokes with your hair colour. Go fig.

Cheers,

D.