Lunch Hour

“Ready?” Dale asked as he passed by Rick’s desk. Without a second thought, Rick jumped out of his chair and followed Dale into the bathroom. They locked one of the stall doors and Dale sat on the toilet as Rick unzipped his pants.

“I’ve been waiting all morning for this,” Dale said, cupping Rick’s ass in his hand and pulling his hips forward. He opened his mouth and licked along Rick’s shaft, from his swollen cockhead all the way down to his hairy balls. Rick groaned appreciatively, and Dale ducked his head down, sucking Rick’s balls into his mouth one at a time and swirling his tongue around them. Rick’s cock brushed over Dale’s face, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum.

“Me too, ahhh…..” Rick’s voice trailed off as Dale moved back up, licking over his prick and wiggling his tongue under Rick’s foreskin, which was now stretched tight over his fat dickhead. Dale moved his hand up and eased Rick’s foreskin back, revealing the full extent of his cock. Rick grunted in pleasure and moved his hip forward, dragging his dick over Dale’s mouth.

Holding the loose skin of Rick’s cock back firmly against the base, Dale opened his mouth and sucked the rounded tip of Rick’s dick with his lips, thrusting his tongue against the slick. Rick’s pre-cum oozed saltily over Dale’s tongue. Dale took a deep breath and pushed lightly against Rick’s ass, swallowing more of his dick, keeping his tongue moving over the sensitive dickhead. He pushed the skin back and forth lightly, stimulating Rick’s shaft. Rick was breathing heavily and moving his hips back and forth.

Dale continued sucking and stroking Rick’s meat as he moved his other hand from Rick’s firm ass to between his legs. He rolled Rick’s balls around gently against his palm and pressed his finger just behind them, massaging the sensitive gland. Rick groaned again and pulled back. “I’m gonna come,” he whispered, dragging his dick out of Dale’s tightly sucking lips with a pop.

Dale nodded and reached down, unzipping his pants and pulling out his own hard prick. Rick was already jerking his cock, rubbing the skin back and forth, sliding it all the way up until it covered his cockhead again, and then pulling it back. Dale stared at Rick’s pulsing prick as he massaged his own shaft, and then reached up to squeeze Rick’s balls, their hands brushing together as Rick grabbed the base of his cock, pointing it at Dale’s mouth as he came.

Thick strings of milky white cum sprayed from Rick’s pulsing dick, some landing on Dale’s outstretched tongue, the rest spraying over his face. As the warm fluid hit Dale’s tongue, he gave a loud grunt and shot his own wad into the air. Both men’s eyes were closed, enjoying their orgasms and each other’s spunk. Finally Dale relaxed, opening his eyes and licking his lips.

“Messy,” Rick said, grinning and wiping his prick over Dale’s face, smearing his own cum against Dale’s skin.

Dale chucked and grabbed some toilet paper, cleaning off his cock and his face. “Come on, we’re gonna be late,” he said, and the men headed out of the stall and back to worth.

“Want to have lunch tomorrow?” Rick asked as he stopped at his desk. “Yes, let’s do that,” Dale grinned and winked at his co-worker.