For the next two weeks, I continued meeting the guy from work nearly every day . If he was super horny, twice a day. He had mentioned going out for lunch on Friday, his treat. I thought that would give us a chance to talk, so I could learn more about "the guy from work." I didn't even know his name yet.

We had set a time to meet, 11:15AM, out in front of the building of our restroom rendezvous. Standing on the curb near the entrance, a Corvette drove up.

"The Guy from Work" rolled down his window and said, "Get in."

I'd never been in a vette before. It was a cool looking car and to really get in you nearly had to lie down. I think his was a new model with the mid-engine.

"Where are we going to lunch?" I asked.

"You'll see soon enough."

We drove about five minutes then pulled into a motel parking lot.

"These guys serve lunch?" I questioned.

"No, but I do," he answered. "Follow me!"

He already had a key and we went up the stairs to a second-floor room. He unlocked the door. "Get in!"

I entered the room.

"I thought this would be more comfortable than that restroom stall you've been working in."

"Yes, but I thought we were going to lunch?"

"No, you're going to have lunch. My meat sausage!" He dropped his pants and stepped out of them. I could see the bulge in his undies. "First, you need to get naked," he ordered.

"Why do I have to do that? Is that really necessary if I'm just going to suck you off?"

"Do you want this or not?" he said as he grabbed a handful of his huge cock.

"Yes, I've started to look forward to your treat."

I took off my shirt, T-shirt, and hesitantly slid my pants down. I stood there and reluctantly lower my men's briefs, which solicited this question from "The Guy from Work."

"You're wearing panties! Why?"

"My wife likes me to wear them."

"So, does she wear the pants in the family?"

"I guess you could say that. I do it to make her happy."

"But I bet you like wearing them. Don't you?"

"Yes, I've gotten used to them being much softer than men's underwear."

"Well, take those pretty blue panties off and let me see what you're packing."

I slid the panties down and they crumpled at my feet.

"She makes you shave down there, too, doesn't she?"

"Yes, but I like it. It feels so smooth, and she doesn't like getting my hair in her mouth when she gives me a blowjob."

"Speaking of BJs, get over here and start eating your lunch!"

I walked over to him. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to the kneeling position. I pulled his undies down as his big cock sprang out, nearly slapping me in the face. He seemed extra hard today.

"Kiss it!"

I began giving it a few pecks on the head.

"No, really kiss it. Kiss it like you kiss your wife when you want to fuck her. You still fuck her, don't you?"

"Yes, I still fuck her."

I began using my tongue to French kiss the tip, probe the pee hole and thoroughly wet its head. Actually, I was really getting into it and began to moan a little.

"Lick the whole thing. Get it wet from root to tip!"

I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, licking every inch of his eight inches like an ice cream cone in August.

"Don't forget those nuts."

I licked and sucked them until my saliva was dripping from them. By now, I was getting super fucking horny and blurted out, "I want them to make a lot of cum for me."

Looking down, he said, "Don't worry, there's plenty for you. I know you really like doing this because your little cock is stiff. It's almost too little to be called a cock; maybe it's a clitty." He chuckled.

That degrading comment set me off. I began deepthroating his cock while playing with his nuts.

"Mmm, that feels great. You're a good cock sucker. You seem to be a very oral person. Does your wife like your tongue as much as I do?"

"Umm hmm," I mumbled without skipping a beat. I alternated between sucking his nuts and cock. My moaning got louder and more frequent.

"Yes, that's it. Moan for me. Moan because you love sucking my cock. Don't you!"

"Mmm huh."

Just then, I felt his nuts tense and I knew he was about to cum. There was one, two, then three squirts followed by some delicious ooze. I gulped all of them down.

"Stand up. I want to see all of you. Turn around!"

I stood up and turned slowly around.

"You're not very hairy. Does you wife make you shave?"

"She has a thing about hair and doesn't want any hair on me except my head. Fortunately, I'm not very hairy in the first place."

"Hmm... low T. I need to meet this woman one day. Sit down. Let's chat a couple of minutes before I let you suck me off again."

"Okay." I sat on the bed naked while he sat in the plush chair next to it without any pants, his legs spread. I couldn't help but watch his cock as it languished between his legs wondering, how long it would take to resurrect itself.

"You want to know my name."

"Yes, I do."

"I'll call you Billy, and you can call me Robert, Bob for short."

"Is that your real name?"

"Look, Billy, those are the names we're going to go by for this relationship. Understand!"

"Yes, I understand, Bob."

"Good! Now bend over. I want to look at all of you."

I bent at the waist with my hands on the edge of the bed.

"You have a nice ass," he said while running his hand over my butt cheeks. "Really, nice... I'm ready for my second cumming."

I knelt between his legs and began licking and sucking his nuts. It wasn't long before his cock was fully erect. I began deepthroating him again. I loved how his cock filled up my mouth. It seemed like a missing puzzle piece to me.

He said, "You know there's a saying."

"What's that?"

"If you make it hard, you have to make it soft. That's what it expect from you, Billy."

"My pleasure, Bob."

"Put your hands on the edge of the bed and bend over."

Bob began rubbing the tip between my cheeks.

"Wait, Bob, I don't think..."

"Billy, you don't have to think, just take it."

I felt his cock press against my ass.

"Spit in your hand and rub it back here."

I did as requested. He spit on it, too, as the head of his cock spread our spit over my rosebud. I felt more pressure and some pain. He was so big. For whatever reason, I had the desire to please Bob even more than I had the previous weeks.

I was feeling searing pain until it finally popped in. He slowly sunk it balls deep into me. It felt like I was being split in two as he began to slowly slide it in and out of my now-violated ass.

With my head on the bed, I could see my cock. It wasn't hard any longer. In fact, it had shrunk up so much that it might have been mistaken for a clitty. Then it started to leak precum and the pleasure began to increase with each of his strokes.

After about ten minutes with ever increasing speed and force, my legs began to shake. I was moaning so loud it's a wonder housekeeping didn't come and check out all the racket. My shrunken cock began spewing cum on the sheet. I finally collapsed. My belly felt the wetness of my cum as I lay there exhausted and thoroughly well-fucked.

"Well, Billy, that was fun. Here's what we're going to do from now on. I will meet you in the restroom on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday at 9:45, and we'll come back here on Friday for your lunch. I'm sure that'll be okay with you. Isn't it, Billy?"

"Yes, it most definitely is, Bob. I'll be looking forward to it."