I was apprehensive about going into the office on Monday and at first I thought things would go smoothly. It wasn't until I found a Xerox of someone's spread ass on my desk, upon returning from the bathroom, that I knew that I could forget about things being quiet.
Every time that someone looked at me funny I became paranoid.
It was ten minutes before twelve when the phone rang.
"What are you doing for lunch?" Alan asked.
"Nothing," I replied.
"Want to join us?" he asked.
"Who is us?" I asked.
"You remember us from the other night don't you?" George chimed in.
"I...I ...." I couldn't finish the sentence.
"We'll meet you in the garage," Alan said.
I knew what they wanted and my ass was still sore from Friday night but I went down to the garage just the same. Alan, Ted, Mark, Stan and George were there as well as an older man named Larry. He had white hair and appeared to be in his sixties. They were standing around a Chevy van and when I came down the stairs they opened the door and got in. Alan got in the driver's seat and Ted got in the passenger seat. The other four got into the back of the van where they motioned for me to join them.
When I got into the back I saw that there was a mattress on the floor of the van. My cock started to get hard as I realized that they planned on fucking me during their lunch break.
"Get comfortable," Stan said as he unzipped his pants and let his erection spring forth.
I sat on the mattress.
"Do I have to spell it out?" Stan said, "get your fucking clothes off."