Time For Lunch

My leg nervously rocks beneath me in my desk chair as I look at my phone. 11:58 a.m. Shit. I unlock it, scroll over to my text messages and open up my message for fag. "Two minutes, boy, and I'm heading your way. You'd better be hungry." It was lunchtime.

I hop into my car, buckle up, and drive the 3 short miles to his workplace. As I drive up, I see fag waiting outside, his tailored pants perfectly outlining his tight ass, and my cock instinctively jumps. Fag starts to walk over to my car, opens the passenger door, and sits inside. As he closes the door, I allow my mind to wander to the thought of how I was about to destroy his full lips, and I feel my cunt getting wet.

Fag turns his gorgeous blue eyes to mine and shyly inquires, "What's for lunch, Sir?" Unconcerned that we were still in front of his place of business, I confidently slide my hand between his legs and tightly grip his thigh to remind him that, for the next 20 minutes, his body was my personal fuck toy. "You'll know when you need to know, faggot," I bark. I put my car into reverse and make the short drive to the nearby abandoned warehouse that would serve as the semiprivate environment for the lust that was to come.

Once I had selected the appropriate spot, I put my car into park and turn to the boy. Feeling my cock throb insistently, I graze my hand along the side of his neck and slide my thumb across his lower lip before inserting it into his wet, hungry mouth. His eyes grow wide as he envelops my thumb and gently begins sucking. "What a good boy! Are you showing me how ready you are for lunch, queer?" He silently nods as he continues drawing the shaft of my thumb in and out of his delicious mouth before I abruptly remove it from his mouth and wrap my hand firmly around his throat. "Get in the backseat," I instruct, impatient to begin our play.

The fag quickly gets out of the passenger side of my car and hops into the backseat and I follow him, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck as I get in. Pulling him close to me in a passionate kiss, I grab his hair to remind him of my control and I feel him jump. I hiss in his ear, "You need your mouth on my cock, don't you, you filthy faggot?" and feel his body sink against mine. He enthusiastically nods his head as much as he can manage with my hand still firmly gripping his hair, and my cunt begins to ache. "Well, you know how I like it," I order.

I release his hair so he can lean down and eagerly begin unzipping my jeans. I feel him firmly grip my shaft and pull my cock out of my pants as he inhales sharp breath and slides the condom onto me in one fluid motion. He fixes his blue eyes on mine and quietly asks, "Please, Sir, may I service your cock?" I pinch his ear between my thumb and forefinger, causing fag to wince, before narrowing my eyes and bellowing, "Louder, boy. Tell me what you want for lunch." Fag gulps, eyes wide again as he clears his throat before more loudly repeating his previous request.

"Good boy," I purr as I sweetly pet his head. "You may." Boy eagerly parts his lips and sinks my cock into his mouth, slowly pulling my shaft deeper into his throat. "Mmmmm," I moan, already finding it difficult to maintain my composure. Fag looks up from my lap, locking eyes with mine again as he wraps his delicate hand around the base of my dick, slowly milking it in time with his mouth. I roll my eyes back into my head as I quietly hiss, "Fffffuck."

Queer gradually increases the pace of his mouthfucking, his ragged exhales spreading the distinctive scent of my condom throughout my car. I wrap the palm of my hand around the base of his neck, confidently guiding his rhythm. As my hips flex to meet his face, I feel myself growing close to release.

Desperate to make the most of my lunchbreak, I grab fag's hair and yank his mouth off my dick. He gasps in surprise, eyes fixed on mine in a quizzical look. "I'm not ready to cum yet, boy," I bark as I sharply slap his face, "And that cocksucker mouth is mighty skilled." Fingers still wrapped in his hair, I pull him back upright, his back against the backseat of my car, tipping his head back and sinking my teeth into his neck.

Fag writhes as I again grab his throat and plunge my tongue into his mouth. Pressing my chest against his and deeply kissing him, I slide my hand up his inner thigh to rest it against his dick. Allowing him to feel the heat of my palm as I continue kissing him, I slowly began rocking my hand against the crotch of his pants.

He attempts a soft moan with my tongue still in his mouth, so I torture him by quickly withdrawing my hand from his cock and sharply grabbing his inner thigh. "Shit!" he gasps, and my cunt throbs from the surprise of his rare vulgarity. I tighten my grip on his thigh for extra measure.

"Are you hungry for my dick again, boy?" I ask, and he deferentially replies, "Yes, Sir."

"Good, faggot," I praise as he lowers his head back into my lap and begins slowly pumping his mouth up and down my shaft. I decide to reward his compliance by thrusting my palm against his cock again. Matching my pace, fag eagerly devours my dick and I grunt, feeling myself growing again close to orgasm.

I remove my hand from atop his pants, grab fag's head and thrust him up in down in time with my desire. "Don't you dare fucking stop, cocksucker," I command. Fag's proficient service inspires my eruption and my orgasm continues as I fuck his face for several more pumps into his mouth.

Collapsing against my backseat, I pull boy against me in a warm, appreciative embrace and stroke his hair. "You are a very, very good toy, fag," I murmur, my ragged breath slowly returning to normal. We snuggle tenderly in each other's quiet presence for several minutes before I reluctantly check the time. 12:24 p.m. Damn.

Running my hand softly up and down fag's back, I whisper, "I hate that I have to take you back to your office, my good boy." We both sigh and get out of the car to get back into the front seats. I tenderly caress his knee as I make the short drive back to fag's workplace.

When we pull up in front of his office building, I put my hand softly against the back of his neck and pull him toward me for a soft kiss. "You were a very good listener," I said, "And I'm going to show you later just how much you pleased me, queer," my cock already growing hard again with thoughts of our evening fuck to come.