"Coworkers"
Chapter 12: Black Friday
My cum flowed lazily through the canals of his abdomen, an obscene river birthed by the geyser that was my cock. The load was much heavier than I thought possible for this late in the day. Stephen had been burrowing inside of me for hours and by the time the autumn sun was setting behind the city, my entire body ached in depletion. I was beyond spent, I felt hollow. As if the next time Stephen grabbed me I would dissolve. Following each orgasm I was convinced he had to be ready to sleep or eat or get some water at the very least, but he would climb back on top of me and his raw member would slip inside me once more.
It was the Monday before Thanksgiving and it was our last chance to spend time together for the next few days. He was going out of town to visit his family and wouldn't be back until early Friday morning. We would see each other at work that day but Black Friday was the start of the holiday shopping season and that meant the store would be obnoxiously crowded. Thousands of people would forgo sleep to come to an electronics store and save nine percent on our products. I hated Black Friday. I hated people.
"I need something to eat." I said, climbing off of Stephen's lap and settling next to him. He ran his finger through his hairy torso, a bright, matte dollop of my semen collected on its tip, and offered it to me. I licked it clean and met him for a sloppy kiss.
"Something real." I said.
"It's got protein." He replied, completely serious.
I laughed as, four hours after entering it, I left the bed. My legs shook in protest of the sudden demand of their use; they had mostly been accessories for the afternoon, hooked on Stephen's shoulders or wrapped around his waist.
I asked him to order a pizza as I stepped into the shower. As much as I wanted to let the smell of sex linger on me, I needed to clean myself. I stood for a while just letting the water cascade off my body, allowing myself to live and enjoy this moment.
I wasn't alone in the shower for very long, Stephen quietly stepped in and positioned himself behind me, his hands on my hips, his lips on my neck.
"Don't tell me you want more." I chuckled.
He gently bent me forward and slipped his still-slick cock inside me. I bowed my back as I leaned up, craning my head for a kiss.
"I have to stock up on you." He murmured into my ear. "How am I going to last until Friday without this?" He moved into me slowly, carefully. He knew I needed it gently now. Somewhere in the recess of my mind, I was thankful for my attentive lover. At the foreground though, I was an engine of pleasure, kicked into blissful overdrive by Stephen.
We finished quickly in the shower, running on the last few wisps of stamina. I jokingly mourned for the stream of Stephen's cum that was getting, quite literally, flushed down the drain. Stephen hadn't let me swallow any of his semen since we had reunited. My hunger for it was becoming painful.
We dried off, put on fresh underwear, and settled onto the couch as I looked for something on Netflix.
"Friday" Stephen began, "I want you to sell thirty thousand."
"Thirty thousand?" I asked, my voice crackling in shock.
"Thirty thousand." Stephen replied, his cherry tongue piercing his pearly teeth with wicked pronunciation.
"Why?"
"Because I know you can. And because I will make your effort worth it if you do"
"We talking cash?" I asked, jokingly.
"Better." Stephen said with a kiss.
"Well, you're insane." I snorted.
And he was. On a normal day, I could sell maybe seven thousand. Ten thousand on a weekend. Fifteen if the day was absolutely bonkers and I got lucky. We sold high-end, expensive merchandise but thirty thousand dollars wasn't realistic for one person. Even on a day like Black Friday. Our store wasn't in a residential area, which is where Black Friday shoppers congregate. Nor did we even really do any big promotions for Black Friday. Sure, a modest discount but nothing--nothing--like what Best Buy or Walmart does.
"I'll try." I said, my face already heavy with resignation. I knew that was an impossible goal.
"It really will be worth it." Stephen said as pulled me into him. He enveloped me with his strong, thick arms. His hands settled on my ass as his lips traveled along my jaw. I let out a soft moan as he worked my body. I loved when he played with me this way, I loved when he let me be his. There was a tenderness in his touch, a lack of that sexual charge that had saturated our day together. Our moment was interrupted by the arrival of the pizza.
We fell asleep on the couch, underneath a thin blanket of pizza crumbs.
Nothing in my twentysomething years on the planet had prepared me for working retail on Black Friday. Nothing. Not my degree, not my internships, and sure as fuck not my two months actually on the job. The basic structure of the store completely buckled under the pressure of the thousands of customers that came in, demanding their slightly-discounted products, and angry about the wait times. Every employee worked that day and it still wasn't enough to satiate the demand.
Our store was built on the strength of the one-on-one interaction. A sale was supposed to be a conversation about what the customer needed, wanted, expected. Finding them the right product that would improve their life and fill it with wonder and joy and all of that retail horseshit. Black Friday completely fucked all of that. There just wasn't time. There was barely time to be polite. It was expected that customers know what they want and if they didn't, they had to wait until an employee was free again because we just didn't have time to sit and listen to them waffle about if they really needed the extra sixteen gigabytes of storage.
In addition to the stakes that Stephen had raised there was also cold hard cash for the people who sold the most on Black Friday. And I really wanted that fucking money. More than I wanted whatever Stephen had planned for me, I wanted that fucking money. He still hadn't let me know what exactly my reward would be for hitting his goal, but I was pretty sure it had to do with something going up my ass. I loved Stephen's cock but it wasn't paying my light bill.
Cassie kept a leaderboard, of sorts, on the wall in the back. Luckily, I started later in the day so I could see my competition. Tyler was at the pre-dawn opening and managed to sell $27,830. Far and away the leader for the day. The next highest was Sloane, who had sold $18,990. She had another two hours on her shift, but it didn't look like she'd overtake Tyler. To incentivize us, three bonuses would be given out to the top three sellers for the day. First place was 3% of total sales, second place was 2%, and third place was 1%.
Which meant that if I sold $30,000 and took first place, I'd get $900. With an extra nine hundred dollars I could pay off my credit card, buy the good butter from Whole Foods, get some new sheets, a haircut, order some new jeans, pay back my mom some of the money I owe her, take a vacation, maybe rent a bigger place.
Okay, with an extra nine hundred dollars I could do some of those things.
I spent the afternoon really pushing myself and I found that the dual motivators of cock and cash did great things for my spirits. Yes, the store was stupid crowded, people were rude, my feet hurt, but I had a goal. And I was actually sort of accomplishing it. It wasn't hard to convince people to spend a little more when they were getting "such" a great discount. Why not buy a tablet? It'll never be this cheap again! (Unless you ever wander over to Amazon.com. I never actually said this out loud, of course.) Seeing my name rise on the board actually made my dick hard. But whether that was the cash or Stephen, I wasn't entirely sure.
It could also be because Black Friday was like a parade of recent fucks. Stephen was there, of course. Jonathan and the other techs had been pulled to make sales. Jake and Mark were floating around. And I had seen Tyler briefly when I came in. Work had become, in my mind, linked with sex. It was Pavlovian. All of this filled the air with an electric, sexual charge. The day felt heavy with possibility and my bursting anticipation translated into a manic energy that worked well for my sales.
Midway through my shift, I ran to grab food at the Chinese place across the street. As I waited, phone in hand, mindlessly thumbing through my news feed envying my friends who had the day off, a boy with milky white skin and brown hair sat down next to me. My coworker, Brian.
"How's it going man?" He asked, flashing me a small smile, his white teeth somehow dazzling even against his porcelain skin.
"Great." I replied. "About to smash this fried rice and get back to it. I'm on a roll, today. I've been lucky."
"Nah, it's not luck. You're good with people. They warm up to you easy."
I laughed and blushed just a little. Brian was very well-regarded in the store and praise from him meant a lot. As much as this job was not where I thought I'd be at this point in my life, it was important to me that I do well. I didn't ever want to be known as someone who half-assed anything.
Whole-ass. All the way.
Brian and I chatted a bit more, bonding quickly over our mutual love of St. Vincent, greasy Chinese food, and bike riding. He headed home and I headed back to the store, glad that I was sort of making an actual male friend who I was not going to fuck. It had been a while since I'd had one of those.
I had expected the momentum to keep up throughout the night, but the store got really quiet by nightfall. The heavy shoppers had made their purchases earlier in the day and were home now. The store was mostly teenagers goofing off and people "just browsing, thanks."
I circled the store twice, trying to pick off anyone alone and in need of help before deciding to take a break by the service counter. Jonathan noticed me and came over.
"How's it going?" he asked, his fingers wandering to the small of my back, where he massaged softly . It was a quietly intimate gesture.
"It's all right." I said morosely. "It was better earlier. I was on this great streak, but I guess people are done for the day."
"You're pretty high up on the board." Jonathan said "It'd be a shame if you didn't finish on top."
He smiled at me and headed off, leaving me to vulture around the store some more.
I sold a few cases and headphones, a charger, and spent thirty minutes with a fat, balding man who ultimately decided against a desktop. Fuck him, I thought as he waddled off. I did manage to turn a cell phone case sale into a tablet sale, so that was something. But I knew I hadn't done $30,000. I went to check the board to find that I had come close. Really close. $28,616. But it wasn't enough to meet Stephen's goal, it wasn't even enough to beat Tyler, who swelled to $29,874 before leaving. And Kiki, sly devil she was, somehow managed to inch past me at $28,991. If these numbers all stayed the same, I'd go home with a $286 bonus and nothing special from Stephen.
$286 was nothing to scoff at. That's a lot of tequila, at the least.
As I was making my way back to the front of the store, I heard Jonathan say my name. He was in conversation with a middle-aged woman named Julie.
"...he would actually be better able to help you choose the right product. I'm a tech and don't usually sell. He's one of our best salespeople." I couldn't help but laugh at Jonathan's embellishment.
He came over and introduced me to Julie, a mother who wanted to buy her twins a laptop.
And tablet.
Each.
Julie, as it turned out, really wanted to spoil her children. And I was more than happy to help her on that capitalist mission. She left the store four thousand, seven hundred, and eighteen dollars poorer than she when she entered. And I ascended into retail royalty by selling $33,334 worth of merchandise in one day. Which entitled me not only to whatever Stephen had planned but a bonus of one thousand fucking dollars.
God damn it had been a good day.
"Is that my reward?" I asked. "I get to see your house?"
If it was, I was almost disappointed. I mean, I had been curious about where Stephen lived but I did thirty three grand in sales today. I was a rock star. I expected a gold watch. And balloons. And a stuffed-crust pizza. With breadsticks. And sticky buns.
(I was really hungry.)
"No, that's not your reward. It's much better than that, I promise." Stephen said as we pulled into his driveway.
I was surprised to find that he actually lived in a house. A whole house that had three floors. Inside was an orgy of modern, minimalist design. Clean, sharp lines and dark colors dominated. I didn't even know you could get black hardwoods floors and yet there they were - dark as night and planked tight under my feet.
"I thought the book business was dying." I said, jovially.
"It is," Stephen said as he moved in for a kiss. "But the retail business is flourishing."
My eyebrow cocked. Apparently our managers made much more than I thought. He gave me a half-hearted tour on the way to his bedroom on the top floor, where the same minimal, careful design spilled over. His bed was king-sized, centered and raised on a slate platform, flanked by short, square nightstands. It was as if I had entered into a catalog. His apartment felt so sophisticated, mature, complete.
In so many ways, I felt like my life was missing the trappings of adulthood. My bed was old, my headboard thrifted, my furniture didn't match, I didn't even get a proper garbage can until I had been in my apartment for a year, instead throwing my trash in Trader Joe's bags. Stephen was the opposite of my existence, he was--well he was grown. It turned me on in an unexpected way. Not that he would (or should) take care of me, but that he had found success and handled it maturely.
All of this ran through my head as Stephen began peeling my clothes off, methodically working my body with this strong hands. He did this almost as if it were a ritual, his movements deliberate and paced.
I realized he was nervous. He was trying to impress me, show off for me, put on a show for me. I couldn't hold back the smile, as I stood naked in front of him. I pulled him into a kiss and held his face against mine for a long while, reminding him it was me. It was us.
He led me into the bathroom and told me to wash work off of me while he got my surprise ready.
While I was enjoying his rainfall shower head, Stephen sweetly transformed his bedroom. Softening it with the glow of a dozen candles and lighting a fire in the room's black marble fireplace. It was too earnest to be corny, Stephen really wanted to make this special.
"Isn't this romantic?" I said as I came out of the bathroom, clean and ready to get dirty.
"Sit." Stephen commanded. Alarmingly, his clothes were still on. He crawled behind me and, upping the corny factor just a bit, he actually blindfolded me.
"Is this really necessary?" I asked with a laugh.
"Oh, yes." He said, his voice rich with glee. I could tell he was enjoying all of this.
I heard him shuffling around the room and then music. The xx. One of our favorite bands. I heard more shuffling and Stephen telling me not to move my blindfold. And then even more shuffling. And finally the sweet sound of a zipper coming undone. I felt Stephen sit next to me on the bed, his hands journeying across my torso. His furry chin rapped against my neck as he kissed my jaw, his favorite spot.
Being in the dark had me on edge, in the best way possible. I didn't know where to expect his touch and it was electrifying. He was on my shoulder, my back, my thigh.
Wait.
My heart raced as I realized Stephen couldn't be touching all of those places at once. I tore off my blindfold and took several moments to register the third person in the room.
"Wait," I panted. "What?"
Stephen moved next to me, kissing along my jaw and whispered, "You deserve it." That was the only explanation I was going to get that night.
Jonathan and Stephen, both naked, pawed over me, working in a frenzied harmony across my body. It was all so much so quickly. Jonathan lowered to his knees in front of me, his warm tongue glazing my inner thigh, his hands on my cock. Stephen's tongue was pressed against mine, one hand on my back and the other teasing my nipple. My entire body hummed, bristled by the onslaught of sensation. I couldn't quite catch my breath and it heightened the entire experience.
Opposite the bed, a large mirror stood propped against the wall and the sight of our composition almost made me cum: Jonathan crouched between my legs, the muscle in his hairy, round ass twitching lewdly while Stephen's pale, wiry body slid eagerly against my own.
He whispered again in my ear, "Tell me what you want."
I thrust my aching cock towards Jonathan's face as I reached for Stephen's. I didn't even have to tell him, he knew that I wanted the thing he so often denied me. Stephen stood on the bed, bringing his thick, heavy dick level with my face. As I moved for Stephen's, Jonathan swallowed my own. I paused as a moan bubbled out of me then dove for Stephen. His glans was already slick with pre-cum, I lapped at it hungrily. I worked slowly on him, knowing I was in control meant that I could finally spend as much time as I wanted with my favorite penis.
With my nose fully planted in his furry bush, I looked up at Stephen, past his rows of muscled abdomen, and pronounced, furry pecs to see him twinkling at me, his face etched with pleasure. Jonathan worked quietly beneath me, disposing of his usual "dudes" and "bros" and focusing solely on my cock.
This was almost as good as a stuffed-crust pizza.
My gulps on Stephen quickened, I wasn't patient enough. I wanted all of it. His hands were on my head, encouraging me, not controlling me. This was a new dynamic for us. I slid my tongue down his shaft and swallowed his heavy, hairy balls one at a time. Jonathan bobbed methodically on my member, having found the perfect pace. His fingers teased my nuts and his other hand caressed my thigh.
Stephen rocked his hips, not exactly taking control, but giving me some of that dominance that I craved from him. The room was filled with the sounds of grunts and slapping flesh. It was a symphony to me.
I lost myself in the moment. We worked like that for ten minutes, maybe more, maybe hours, I had no idea. Eventually, I let Stephen's cock fall out of my mouth and told them to switch places. I leaned back as Jonathan got off his knees and Stephen climbed down. They circled me like warriors and then moved on me at the same time, as if they had choreographed all of this beforehand. Stephen kissed me first and then Jonathan followed. They kissed each other and I found, to my great relief, I felt no jealousy. It just turned me on more. Our faces moved against each other and we formed a triangle, trying to mash our tongues together. It was hot but awkward. Stephen dropped before me and easily swallowed my length. He was so dominant it was easy for me to forget that he, too loved cock. Jonathan grinned happily as he offered me his tan prick. I grabbed onto his hairy leg and brought him closer, sticking my tongue out as he lined himself up with my throat. I allowed him to be the aggressor this time. He rocked his hips roughly and I accepted him eagerly.
Of course I couldn't let Jonathan's best asset go unloved, I slid my hand up and behind his thigh, searching for his clenched hole with my finger. He let out a deep, guttural, "Fuuuuuuck" when I finally found it. He gripped my damp hair tightly, his body overcome with sensation. I was pressing Jonathan as tightly as I could, pushing him forward with my finger and pushing back against his groin with my mouth. He buckled against my onslaught and fell back onto the bed. Stephen didn't bother looking up from my cock.
I told Jonathan to flip over and lie flat. Instead he crouched next to me and whispered the most delicious thought into my ear.
My smile could have powered the Hoover Dam.
"Baby," I said, pulling Stephen off of my sopping cock. "Come on the bed, and um," I hesitated for just a moment. "Show me your ass."
Intrigue crept across his rugged face, but he did as I asked and climbed up, presenting his pink hole to me.
I had never spent any extended time with Stephen's asshole; rarely seen it, never mind touched it. But here it was, mine for the taking. I approached him hesitantly. Was I really in control tonight? I suppose I was going to find out.
Stephen's ass was, like the rest of him, muscular and covered in coarse, blonde hair. His hole was perfectly manicured though, and as I moved closer I noticed it had the faintest smell of saline. He prepared for this.
I dove in immediately, my hands palmed his muscular glutes and I spread them apart, burying my jaw in-between his meaty ass. His hole had that signature Stephen scent: honey and sweat. Musky but cut with a bit of sweet. No one else smelled like that, I didn't know how he did it.
Once Stephen had been loosened a little, I asked Jonathan to grab the lube as I positioned myself behind Stephen. I leaned forward, letting my cock tease his hole, and asked if he was ready.
"Make me your slut." Stephen replied.
My cock ached as he said those words. Jonathan lubed me and, not being able to resist, Stephen was well. He growled in protest and Jonathan chuckled as I lined myself up and pushed onward.
I was wildly unprepared for how tight Stephen was. His hole resisted my every inch, coiling against me, fervently trying to push me out. Stephen grunted roughly beneath me, but for the most part, he was a game bottom.
Fucking him felt like sexual decadence. A physical translation of indulgence. No one should get to feel this much pleasure, I thought. It was too much for one person, too selfish. Why should I get all of this when there are so many who go without?
Stephen pushed back against me as I lost myself in thoughts of sexual justice, wringing his hole against my overstimulated cock. He knew exactly what to do. Even as my bottom, he knew how to set me on fire. Stephen was the fucking platonic ideal of fucking. I could not believe that one man could make me feel this way, all the time. This incredible, sexual creature crafted by some benevolent maker, as if to apologize for how hard life can be.
Again he took over while I let my mind absorb what was happening. The muscles in his back thumped as he established his rhythm, creating waves with his torso, swallowing my length with his warm, plush hole. I don't think I made a noise for the first five or ten minutes, afraid that if I let anything escape my lips, I would collapse. As if my body was ready to orgasm, just waiting on my literal word.
Jonathan had been on the periphery as I sunk into Stephen, watching, letting us fully embrace this evolution in our relationship. But he reminded me of his presence by running his fingers across my back, his hardy cock resting against my ass. His kissed my shoulders and brought his hands around to my chest, brushing his fingers against my nipples.
Stephen arched his back and leaned towards me, grabbing my neck and bringing me down to kiss him. I rocked my hips forward as our lips locked, tongues clashing desperately.
"Fuck me." I commanded Jonathan as Stephen broke our kiss, his head sinking in between his bent shoulders, onto the bed.
Jonathan needed no encouragement, within a moment his fingers were opening my hole, readying me for his olive cock. I pushed Stephen towards the headboard, so that I could lean forward and give Jonathan access. My hole had been empty for far too long.
Stephen's style of fucking was to withhold and plow. To tantalize and then bombard. Jonathan was smoother, more even. He entered me in one swift motion, let me adjust, and then rocked easily. His cock, while not as large as Stephen's, still electrified me. The warm pleasure was instant, it traveled through me as Jonathan pierced me.
He kept his arms straddled under my own, bringing them back over my chest where his hands rested on either side of my neck. I leaned back to kiss him tenderly as I slowed slightly in Stephen.
He found this unacceptable, of course. He pushed back fervently, demanding proper attention be paid to his hole. I grabbed both of their waists and brought us in sync, one fluid, depraved machine. And I was at its center.
We fucked in magnetic tandem for hours, shifting positions and swapping cocks and holes easily. I fucked Stephen, Stephen fucked me, fucked Jonathan. But of course, I was the only one allowed inside of Stephen. I think, on some level, that was my real reward.
I was riding Jonathan as Stephen fed him his cock when I figured I would only have one chance at what I wanted more than anything.
"I want both of your cocks." I announced. "In my ass. Now"
If they were tired after working ten hour shifts and then working me for the past three hours, they didn't show it. In three blinks, they had climbed off of each other and reconfigured themselves. Stephen had taken control, just for a moment. He lied back on the bed and called out orders for Jonathan and me.
His tall pale cock called out to me, taunting me and my hubris. I straddled his flat lap and slid his slimy cock inside of me. Jonathan stood behind us and moved forward. I leaned over Stephen and he took my face in his hands.
"It's going to hurt." He said with a kiss. "But nothing will feel better, I promise."
He kissed me again as Jonathan slipped a finger inside me. I tried my best to relax, pushing my hole out. Jonathan's hands massaged my back as he began moving his cock.
Stephen kept my head in his hands, his eyes on mine. He told me to breathe and kissed me deeply. I focused on him and not on the pain that was just Jonathan's fingers.
I cried out as Jonathan's cock tried to enter. It was a high yelp, not the least bit sexual. I pushed out again but my hole had nothing to give, it was at its max. It resisted Jonathan, refused to let him enter but he applied more lube and tried again. Stephen kissed me again and as his tongue battled mine, Jonathan found success in my ass.
"Holy fucking fuck." He shouted.
We had done it. There were seventeen inches of cock buried in my ass. It was a pain that I couldn't have even fathomed existed. It felt like, as the French say, a small death. Stephen remained stationary, allowing Jonathan to rock inside me. I whined hopelessly into his mouth, kissing him to distract me. To keep me from pushing them off of me.
But eventually, like the slut I was born to be, I craved the pain. It transformed, like the burning phoenix, into the most heightened joy I had ever experienced. I began to rock my own hips, swallowing more of their combined cocks. I wanted them deeper. Needed them. Stephen howled his most deviant laugh.
Jonathan whimpered behind me, the tightness nigh unbearable for him. "Fuck Stephen, he's so fucking tight."
"He's mine, Jon." Stephen said as he kissed me. "You two can have some fun every now and then. But you're my slut," he reminded me.
Stephen began pushing up and against Jonathan, their two cocks shifted inside me, clashing titans fighting to please me. I was happy to be their arena. The pain provided the perfect contrast to the pleasure. Jonathan's fingers were on my nipples and Stephen toyed with my cock. There wasn't a single part of my body that wasn't strumming, not a single nerve that wasn't firing. It was all too much, the twin sensations of having both Stephen and Jonathan inside me pushed me over the edge far sooner than I wanted. I sunk further onto their cocks and with a few strokes, I unleashed a violent, sloppy orgasm. Wholly overcome with pleasure, my body began to shut down. It was as if my entire sexual life had been building up to that moment, preparing me for that experience. And now I was cooling down, recuperating from my marathon of a day. I could feel Jonathan loosing his own load inside of me, no doubt coaxed by my contracting hole. Stephen heaved under me, his body shaking as he, too came inside me. The three of us tumbled down upon each other.
It took me several minutes to finally catch my breath and the three of us lay there for a long while, chests rising and falling dramatically as we recovered. Eventually, wordlessly, we drifted off into satisfied slumber.
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