I was working at my desk swamped with paperwork when Brad walked in and asked if I wanted some lunch. "I'm starving," he added. Brad worked for another company in the building, but was off from work that day and so was dressed casually in khaki shorts. "Hot damn! Of course! Lunch." I answered. I was staring at the lunch sack that I wanted. It was right there at mouth level - his crotch. Brad always made me so fucking horny every time I saw him. Today even more so because his shorts were skin-tight and I could see a nice big bulge. I yanked down his shorts and there was lunch. His cock was slowly coming to attention right in front of my face: five, six, seven, finally, a full eight inches of cut cock, it's head the size of a golf ball. I stared at it in a daze then I felt Brad's hands on the top of my head, guiding me to his cock. I surprised him because I didn't tease his cock, as I usually did, but went all the way down on his shaft until I buried my nose in his pubic bush with my chin was resting on his fuzzy balls. I heard him gasp as his hands tightened around my head. The head of his cock was firmly in my throat. Every time I swallowed, my throat muscles would squeeze and caress it. I didn't suck on it, I just held it all the way in and swallowed, something I didn't know that I could do without gagging. I was trying to swallow his cock and it was creating sensations in him that I don't think he'd ever experienced before. When I'd first gone down on him, I'd grabbed his ass to push him into me and it was only now that I realized I had his ass cheeks in my hands and was squeezing them. We stayed frozen like that for about a minute. The room echoed with our breathing - his was heavy and mine was muffled. Brad's body was rigid, his ass cheeks clenched tight under my hands. I looked up to see him throw his head back and his fingers began pinching his nipples. A shudder ran through his body as I swallowed his cock even deeper.
He tried to buck me off but I held him close by holding on to his butt, once again my fingers played with his jockey-covered ass cheeks. Then he thrust forcefully forward and came down my throat. He must not have jerked off earlier because the hot jets of cum flooded out with such force that I could not swallow them fast enough, so a lot oozed out of my mouth and covered my chin and his balls. He gave a great sigh and asked where I had learned to do that. I guess he wanted me to give him some breathing room. But I kept my mouth clamped on him and besides, this was the first time that I had ever done things this way and I loved it. I had read about other guys using this technique. But I didn't have time to practice on anyone. I learned how to do it with him. Brad made another move to ease out of my mouth, but I kept a firm grip on his ass, as his cock started to deflate. And I began, once again, to work on his cock head, he tried to back off. But when I didn't release my grip, he sighed and got into it once again. He helped me by moving his pelvis slowly back and forth. As he was doing that, I moved one of my hands inside his shorts and jockeys and down ass cheeks. I slipped my fingers into his crack until I felt his asshole. I was guided by his silky hair all around it. I probed inside his pucker and he moaned. I slowly inserted one finger which caused his bucking to increase. Then I pushed in two and finally three fingers. With my fingers in his ass, I was able to push him back and forth so that he was face fucking my wet mouth. He slammed into my face with a vengeance. Mild Brad had become a real fucking machine. I gave him as good as he was giving me. I rammed my fingers deep inside him. I eased almost all the way out of his rectum and then spread them apart as I plunged in again. He started to scream, "Fuck me, you cock sucker". He always did have a way with words. Then he went wild with ecstasy and came again. More cum shot down my throat, more shudders racked his body. I got out of my chair and turned him around and let his cock plop out of my mouth. He fell back onto the chair across from me, completely spent. He was so I hot, that I came in my pants, without touching myself. I jumped up, tidied up myself and said, "are you ready to go to lunch?" He did not answer me; just sat there with the glazed look in his eyes. "What?" I asked. Not hungry?"