Dating : The Stall

My boss is yammering on and on about the latest earnings report like I give two fucks. The conference room is stuffy and crowded with coworkers who are as fidgety as I am.

Then, I feel it.

My phone is set to vibrate, and it does, right against my crotch. Discreetly wriggling the slippery device from my pants pocket isn’t easy, but I’m so fucking bored I’ll take any diversion.

“I like that dick pic you sent me this morning, want to see how much?”

My thumbs fly. “Yes, damn you.”

When the photo comes into focus, I grit my teeth. Red boxer briefs worn thin from laundering, so threadbare I can see the outline of his erection and the damp spot his pre-come has left.

“Remember the last time I wore these?”

Hell yeah, I remember. I licked his cock through those raggedy underpants until they were translucent from my saliva.

“Tease,” I text back.

“You want more, do you?”

Sometimes, I feel like Brian’s goddamn sex toy, but I like that. I like that a whole fucking lot. Maybe not so much in the middle of a work meeting, but his teasing, no, make that his tormenting, gets me hot like nothing else. My thumbs practically crush the screen.

“YES!”

“Here it comes.”

Fuck. Naked cock. Glorious naked cock, veins bulging, crown wet, I can almost taste him. My engine revs and my balls feel like they weigh five pounds each. I am just about to type “YUMMY!” when I hear my name. Double fuck. I almost forgot. I have to present something to the group.

“One second,” I say to my boss.

I shove my phone into my pocket and button my suit jacket. Praying like hell that the bulge in my pants is sufficiently covered, I stroll to the front of the room. In a blink, I’m 18 again, walking around with a book in front of my crotch, hiding my erection from the rest of my freshman class.

The phone vibrates, tingling my balls and distracting me from my presentation. Sweat trickles between my shoulders and my voice cracks like I’m going through puberty.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

I try not to think about what he’s sending me, but I live for the man’s cock. In my mouth, up my ass, between my fingers.

Somehow, I manage to push the thoughts away and finish. When my boss calls for a brief intermission, I turn into a gazelle, gracefully dodging coworkers while I head towards the men’s room.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

My balls are heavier and so is my breathing. I lock the stall, face the toilet and unzip. After freeing my eager cock, I hit speed dial.

“Let me guess, you’re in the men’s room.”

“Talk to me,” I say in a harsh whisper while my other hand tugs. “I’ve got five minutes.”

“You want me to talk dirty?” Brian. What an ass.

“Yes, you sexy motherfucker. Do it.”

“Pretend I’m in the stall with you. You can feel my breath on the back of your neck while you stroke. Can you hear the snap of the condom as I roll it over my hard dick? You know what’s coming and you bite your lip.”

“Fuck.” I spit on my hand and stroke faster. My cock is like granite and I’m so fucking close.

“I push the tip in and you whine. Feel me spreading you open — stuffing you so full of cock you can almost feel it in your throat. That’s how you like it, don’t you, Nathan? I grab your hips and fuck and fuck and fuck.”

I can hear him fapping in the background, fapping and moaning. He can wail as loud as he wants, one of the benefits of working from home.

“I fuck you silly. I fuck you drunk. I fuck you until you come, but I don’t stop. I’m not finished, so I keep pounding and your cock keeps dribbling.”

My calves tighten and my balls rumble.

“I pull out and rip off the condom. You get on your knees and suck me dry.”

He’s coming, I can tell, I have memorized his sex sounds. My balls empty, swirls of white float in the toilet while calm spreads over my body and every muscle relaxes.

“I love you,” I whisper. “I fucking love you, Brian.”

“I love you, Nathan. When you come home tonight, I’m going to eat you alive.”

He makes kissy noises before hanging up. While I’m washing my hands, my boss walks in, red-faced, with an obvious bulge in his pants.

He nods. “Nathan.”

“Sir.” I nod back.

Before I even exit the men’s room, I hear my boss slapping his meat. My thumbs fly.

“You’re not going to fucking believe this…”