Ben and I ate lunch together on Tuesday and Wednesday as well. Both days, he gave me a little piece of what he was eating. By Wednesday, we were talking more during lunch and opening up more to each other. By now I was absolutely sure that he was gay and I was pretty sure that he was attracted to me, but I quickly realized that he was almost as shy as I was.
Wednesday afternoon, he had to go on a long haul. I thought about sending Carl instead, but I realized that wouldn't be right since we had a system of how they were assigned and Ben wouldn't get paid his differential.
Friday at lunch, I was wishing I had sent Carl. I was minding my own business eating my lunch at my table as usual. I got tied up and went to lunch a little later than normal. The room started clear out about halfway through my break. Carl walked up to my table and stood in front of me. I looked up at him and he sneered at me.
"Where's your boyfriend?" he asked, mocking me in a sing-song manner.
"He's not my boyfriend," I mumbled.
"What? You just suck his cock for protection then?" he laughed.
I swallowed nervously and tried to ignore him, but he wouldn't go away.
"We're just friends," I said quietly.
He groped his crotch and I could see the outline of his semi-hard penis in his navy work pants.
He lowered his voice. "Oh yeah? Why don't ya give me a nice sloppy blow job... I'll protect ya," he said before adding chuckle.
I glared at him and tried to sound tough. "Leave me alone. Or I'll tell Ben and he'll kick your ass. Again."
He just scoffed. "Pussy."
He sneered at me and left the break room. I let out a deep breath, hoping that my threat would keep him away from me.
