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The Burger King - Part Two
"You'll show, stud. You want a taste of this. I'm going to make it worth your while, believe me. Might even be a surprise or two in store for you".
Those words echoed through Steven's mind, as he sat at the Drive Thru of the Burger King restaurant, filling the breakfast orders of hungry patrons. George Fragopolous, who had become Stevie's nemesis, had dropped in and given an special order that he wanted Steve to fill after work. Every time there was a break in traffic orders, Stevie's mind filled up with the vision of George. He was wearing a blue mesh top with 69 emblazoned across its front. You could see his taunt muscles bulging beneath the material and his pert nipples stood out, signalling his excitement. George leaned back in his seat when he knew he had Stevie's interest and one hand lifted up his top to reveal his belly, and that lovely treasure trail which dove down into the blue boxers that he was wearing under his track pants. His hardness was clearly visible as it throbbed in his pants. To emphasise his interest, George gave his dick another squeeze. Stevie looked at him groping himself; he couldn't tear his eyes away. He realised George was watching him and he looked up and their eyes met, before Steven looked away.
The scary part was that this prick was one hell of a spunk, and part of Stevie actually wanted to jump over the counter, dive through George's open window, land in his lap and give him the blow job he was craving. But he also knew that the moment he did, he would become the dude's sex slave forever. He had never had sex with anyone before, and he wanted it to be special, to be with someone he loved. So no matter how many times he had these lustful thoughts about guys, he never acted upon them. Otherwise his karate coach and his work manager would be getting more sex than they could handle from him. Stevie especially didn't want it to be with some guy who thinks he's God's gift to women, but still needs guys to give him head because he can't get any with the girls. The way George carried on, Stevie was already his sex slave, almost as though he was used to this kind of thing. Stevie wondered if George is Bi, or a closet gay? Maybe George's reputation is a smoke screen after all. There had to be a way out of this, but right now, Steven didn't know what it was. Just the same, he was going to confront George after work and put an end to the hassling.
As the lunch crew began to file into the restaurant, Stevie finished tidying up and went over to Aaron who was also getting ready to leave.
"You going too, Aaron?" asked Stevie by way of conversation.
"Yeah, I've got to go to the bank and make a deposit before it closes. Listen, we have to talk about this morning, but I'm running late for my appointment. Can we talk about it tomorrow before work?"
"Look, don't sweat it, Aaron. You give a great massage and I was disappointed we had to stop, it felt awesome. I appreciated you helping me out, it means a lot to me."
"Really?" asked Aaron, now beaming with a huge grin, "We could do it some more if you like? The massage I mean. I didn't get the chance to make a good job of it, I mean only half finishing it. How about I come around to your place tonight and finish what we started?"
"Umm, I don't know."
"Come on, Stevie. You'll enjoy it. It will me fun. If start to feel uncomfortable I'll stop, no biggie. Is Eight O'clock okay with you?"
"Okay then."
"Sweet, I'll see you tonight then." Said Aaron giving me a nudge and a grin and walking out to his car.
"Wait, I haven't told you where I live?"
"I already know, big guy. See you tonight, gotta rush."
Suddenly Steven was on cloud 9 because his fantasy man knew where he lived and would be coming over to meet him tonight. Its no big deal, thought Stevie, of course the manager would know where all his employees lived. Besides it wouldn't take much to look it up on the computer anyway. It still gave Stevie a thrill, knowing that Aaron cared enough to know where he lived. It put a smile on his face as he walked through the city on his way home.
Since he was going passed this way, on route to the Christian Brothers College, he decided to pick his 35mm camera that was being repaired. He grabbed a couple of rolls of film as well because there were bound to be some hot studs working out on the ovals and Stevie liked nothing better than to take shots of hot studs who were half-naked and had large bulges protruding from tight shorts and track pants. He'd purchased a special telephoto lens for the camera that got him really close to the action without his subjects knowing they were being photographed. It set him back a fair bit, but it was worth it for some of the shots he got. He had more photos in his private collection than he showed to most people and more than one had a few cum stains on them, too. He was going to make sure this rendezvous with George wasn't going to be a total waste. He might even get a few choice pics of the stud as well.
It was a warm sunny day, and Stevie had worked up a bit of a sweat by the time he made it down to the ovals behind Wakefields. The ovals themselves were deserted as all the school kids were still in class, but two figures had just finished doing some laps and could be seen doing stretches to cool down. As he got closer, Stevie noticed that one of those figures was wearing a blue mesh top with 69 emblazoned across its front, so Stevie knew he had come to the right place. He decided to sneak around and approach the ovals from the other side. The grounds were set beside parklands on the far side, and the school kids often used the bush to hide from teachers while taking a smoke. From this vantagepoint, Stevie had a perfect view of the George and his friend, being hidden by the foliage along the side of the oval. The trees cast shadows over the area, and unless Stevie walked out of the shadows, no one would know he was there. He decided to try out his camera, and loaded a roll of film into it in preparation for a few shots.
As Steven focused his camera on the two boys with their hands on each other's shoulder for balance while stretching their hamstrings and calves, he realised George's companion was none other than Brad. He used to be part of the karate squad until he moved to the other side of the city. He and Stevie used to compete for the captaincy on many occasions with Stevie always being the better man. There was no love lost between the two of them, though they had always respected each other, despite being friendly rivals. It was actually a relief when Brad stopped training and a lot of the tension in the squad disappeared. No one realised how tense everyone was around Brad until he left. He always seemed on edge, and only the coach seemed to be able to control him. It was ironic that he was now hanging with George, Stevie's current nemesis.
Both guys stopped stretching and stood up, though Brad did not take his hands away from George's shoulders. George's glance darted around looking to see if anyone else was around.
"Feels like you have a bit of tension in those shoulders. Why do you keep looking around? You've been like the cat that doesn't want to be caught with the canary in its mouth. You expecting someone?"
"I told you we were going to get rid of our built up tensions. I was hoping the dude to do it would be here by now."
"Chill out, Georgie. I'll take care of you until the dude arrives."
Brad moved around behind George and started massaging his shoulders. It felt good to have Brad work on those shoulders. George didn't realise how tense he was, or how good Brad's fingers where to get deep into those knotted muscles of his neck. George was practically purring under Bradley's caress. Those hands moved down from the shoulder and neck and slipped down under the mesh top, then up to those pectoral muscles and pert nipples. One hand pinched and squeezed a nipple while the other hand rubbed around those abdominals and then down into George's pants to massage his groin and pubes. He felt Brad's hot breath on his neck, and boner pushing against his ass. George's own dick had blown up to full size and wanted Brad's hand wrapped around it. Georgie didn't expect Brad to come on to him, but he liked it really well.
Stevie couldn't believe what he was seeing. Brad, the macho stud of the karate squad, was fondling a guy and kissing him on the neck. The telephoto lens zoomed in to show about 9 inches of steel poking out from the leg of Brad's loose-fitting jogging shorts before he moved din to rub it between those tight buns of George's behind. It was a feeling that George obviously enjoyed as his own track pants had tented out as Brad's hand groped around him there. Steve began to wish he had brought more than just a couple of rolls of film with him. He expected to get a few shirtless shots as the guys worked out, but this workout was even better than he had hoped. It was lucky the camera was autofocus, as Steve was absorbed in the heavy petting going on down on the oval.
Brad had moved around in front of George, and looked into his hungry eyes and smiled knowing that George wanted it as much as he did. This was the first time that Stevie had seen Brad smile. It was a very nice smile, which seemed to light up his face. Stevie thought Brad would have got a lot more out of the squad if he had smiled more instead of walking around with a continual scowl. Stevie realised that he was actually attracted to Brad, and wished that he were there in Bradley's arms instead of George. Brad had dark wavy hair that hung down one side over those nice brown eyes, and he was forever pushing it back, except when he wore his bandanna on his head. Stevie's lens wandered all over Brad's taut body as Stevie saw his friend in a new light. The contours of his muscles in his back were easily seen through the dampness of the sweat on his shirt. His body definitely looked hot and photographed nicely. He was going to be a welcome addition to Stevie's collection.
Standing there looking into each other's eyes, Brad slowly put his hand on George's thigh. George jerked away for a second but then Brad tried it a second time. This time George didn't pull away. He just let Brad do what he wanted. Brad moved in and started kissing and biting George's neck, like a vampire hungry for a kill, while his hands slid up my George's thighs and massaging his groin. Stevie felt a stirring in his groin as he recorded the action on film. Stevie wanted Brad to blow George so he could see that hard piece of meat once more and photograph it. As if reading Stevie's thoughts, Brad dropped to his knees and pulled down George's pants. His touch was very gentle and soothing on George's hot body. Those expert hands took George's throbber and began to manipulate that muscle as George picked up the rhythm with his fucking hips. Stevie took picture after picture as that pecker slid in and out of Brad's hands. The look of hunger and joy on both boys' faces showed how much they enjoyed giving each other pleasure.
With Brad on his knees, George wanted him to put his mouth on his big juicy cock, and suck his dick, but Brad had other plans. Once George had a rhythm going and was really getting into it, Brad stopped and let go of that throbbing boner. He watched as it pulsed on its own, mere inches away from his mouth. George looked down at his friend through eyes glazed with lust, realising that his dick was not being worked over.
"Why did you ?"
"Shhh." Said Brad as he stood up and deep throated his friend in a long hard kiss.
He began fucking his mouth with his tongue while continuing to masturbate George's monkey. George was being over-stimulated and knew that he would not last much longer. His balls were churning up a load that promised to flood the whole oval in a sea of hot jism. Once more at the height of passion, Bradd stopped jerking his friend and pulled back from the kiss. Now Brad had his friend where he wanted him, willing to do anything to get off. The look in George's eyes said it all. He dropped his pants and pushed George down onto his knees. He thrust his hips forward and buried George's face in his groin. Immediately George opened his mouth and took Brad's huge pecker all the way as though he had swallowed this whopper before. Who ever thought that George would be seen being face fucked and loving it?
Everyone was right into the action, including Stevie who was almost through his second roll of film. No one knew how difficult it was to watch two hot studs get off on each other, while trying to take photos, and have your own throbbing bone crave for attention as well. The second roll was finished and Stevie peeked over the camera in time to see someone in the distance jogging towards the boys. Another jogger had come onto the grounds and the boys were oblivious to the new presence making his way towards them. Stevie's first instinct was to yell out to George and Brad so they wouldn't be caught, but it would also give away his position and role in this voyeuristic exchange. They would have to take their own chances with this intruder.
Closer and closer the jogger came as Brad continued to plow George's face with his hard member. The jogger stopped when he spotted the two boys hard at it, and then continued to walk towards them. Brad noticed the intruder and pulled his dick from George's mouth and nodded towards the jogger. George looked over towards where Brad indicated, smiled and got to his feet. He walked over towards the jogger, wrapped his arms around his waist, and gave the intruder a long hard kiss. Stevie's camera clattered to the ground as it fell from his hands. He could not believe his eyes. There, in the arms of his nemesis, was his own fantasy-man, Aaron.
To be continued?