As Ben walked to the office Paul followed like a puppy dog, a wide smile on his face and a bulge still prominent in the front of his pants. "You taking lunch already, buddy?" Paul asked.
"Yeah...um, need a break. Hungry." Ben replied slowly, his eyes fixed on Paul, a brief glance given to his crotch. "Why?"
"Hungry here too, -very- hungry." Paul said, although his tone hinted at the fact that he was more than simply hungry for food, and Ben's suspicion about this was bolstered as Paul quickly gave him a wink.
Ben couldn't tell why, but for some reason the thought of Ben pleasing him seemed natural: as if he had occured before, maybe even occured on a regular basis. And, as if knowing this, he felt his prodigious equipment begin to swell and lengthen within his pants, his mind growing somewhat foggy with the newly felt arousal.
Smiling for the first time back at Paul, Ben found words slipping from his tongue he never thought he would say to another man, "Well, you're the only one who can take that meal, buddy. So, it's all yours. Just make sure to swallow it all this time."
Paul laughed heartily, and squeezing his dick's outline, nodded, "Hell I'll try. Throat might not be wide enough."
Adjusting himself, his huge donkey cock having become uncomfortably constrained in his pants, Ben felt it growing up his belly and towards his chest, his balls churning heavily beneath. "Yeah..." he whispered as Paul came closer, "Hurry up, bud, I think I have a real thirst quencher saved up for you."
Opening the office both, Paul and Ben passed inside without notice.