Bill and the "Breeder" Boy By The Vancouver Queen
Chapter 1
When I took the job at the Italian Restaurant, I never imagined what I was getting myself into. Let me introduce myself. I'm Bill. I'm 28 years old and have been a cook all my working life. I've always been happy with my body even though I'm what most people would consider a bear. You know, a bit chunky and hairy but a lovable guy.
I've always been drawn to the bad boy or skater types. You know, so skinny their hot. Well, when I started at this restaurant, I met this really cute young guy. His name is Mark. He's 25 years old. He is the definition of skater freak, at least in my mind. He wore baggy clothes, always carried a skateboard and had what could only be described as a pot induced goofy grin on his face. It made me melt whenever I saw it.
We had been working together for about a week when the teasing began. He found out that I was gay (no real secret) and decided to play on that fact. It started harmlessly enough, I suppose. He would run his finger down my back as he walked behind me or he'd brush up against me as he passed and smile mischievously. I can tell you I went home with a severe case of blue balls on more than one occasion. I finally decided to get him back. After all, two can play at this game.
One night, the restaurant was slow so everyone else in the kitchen was sent home early. As I passed him with a salad in one hand, I grabbed his ass with my free hand and gave it a good squeeze. I'll never forget it. It was firm and round. I knew he had a tight bubble butt, too bad he never showed it off. On my way back through, Mark stopped me. He didn't look very happy.
"What the fuck was that?" He huffed
"It was payback." I smiled, trying to diffuse the situation.
Mark couldn't help but laugh. "I suppose I deserve that."
"If it were my choice, I'd do a lot more than that."
"You think so, do you? Well, we'll finish this little talk later. For now, we've got work to do." Mark turned back to his pans. He 'accidentally' dropped his tongs. Bending over to pick them up in front of me, I began to wonder what he was up to.
Two long, hot hours later, the restaurant closed. Both Mark and myself heaved a huge sigh of relief. Then the clean up started. The wait staff left for the night and locked up. Mark cleaned the kitchen while I washed all the dishes. Finally finished and changed out of our uniforms, Mark looked at me.
"Want a beer?" he asked.
"Hell yes, I think we've earned one." I smiled and headed for the bar. "I'll bring them back."
When I came back with 2 pints, Mark was slumped on the bench in the staff room, head tilted back and legs spread. My eyes were immediately drawn to his crotch. I could see the outline of a very nice cock in his shorts.
"Thanks man." He took one of the beers and motioned for me to take a seat next to him.
I couldn't help but inhale his musky scent as I sat beside him. I drank my beer in silence, waiting for what I was sure was going to be an eventual ass kicking. When I was half finished my beer, Mark stood up.
"I'm getting another. You want one?"
"Sure, I've got no one to go home to."
As Mark walked away, I admired his ass. It wasn't any more noticeable in his street clothes but I did catch a glimpse of white satin boxers.
'Why would he wear those to work?' I thought to myself.
He returned carrying a tray with four beers.
"Man, it's hot." Mark winked as he set the tray down and took off his soccer jersey revealing the sweat soaked wife beater beneath.
"Anyone ever tell you that you're a cock tease?" I ask playfully.
"I know. It's all harmless fun." Mark grabbed a beer and sat back down next to me.
I finished my first beer and grabbed my second. Of course I had to reach over Mark. So, I took the opportunity to rub the back of my hand over his crotch.
Mark sipped his beer and with his free hand he started rubbing his cock through his short pants. He smiled at me as he unzips his pants.
"You want some of this?" He asked as he grabbed my hand and put it in his shorts. I can't believe what's happening. I have my hands in his pants. I'm liking this. I start to rub his cock through his underwear. He begins to move his hips in motions to my hand. I reach into his underwear and slowly start stroking. I feel the foreskin over the ever-growing head of his cock. His shaft swells as I work it.
He moans and leans back as I continue to stroke his manhood. I pump faster as his breathing shallows. I don't want this to end, but I know he won't let me slow down.
"Oh God, I'm going to cum." He pants as his whole body shutters.
I feel his warm seed flowing over my hand. I pull my hand out and lick his still warm juice off my hand. He zips up and we finish our beers in silence. When the beers are gone, we decide to head out ourselves. After Mark locks up, he turns to me.
"We'll have to do this again sometime."
"Anytime. But I thought you were straight?" I asked confused.
"I am" He winks and walks away.
To be Continued....
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