Fast Food
Fiction by Greg Stevens
This is a work of fiction. All names and places are fictitious.
Fast Food -- Chapter 1
"You ready?" my Mom called up the steps. I looked in the mirror to check my uniform. Today would be my first day at the Fast Food place down the street. Mom and Dad insisted that now that I graduated and before I started college that I get a job. I straightened my corporate logo shirt, adjusted my belt and fixed my hair one more time before leaving the house.
A few minutes later I walked through the same doors I had a thousand times before as a customer but somehow the greasy chain looked different. I took a deep breath and headed to the back of the kitchen to find Mindy. Mindy was the middle-aged haggard looking lady that hired me. She was nice enough in a "the world defeated me long ago" sort of way.
When I got to the desk there was a man sitting there. "Um, Hi" I stared. "Oh you must be Peter" the man said rising to his feet and extending his hand. The man towered over me at least half a foot taller than me at 5'6. "Pete" I replied extending my hand. "Hi Pete welcome to the team. I am Mr. Johnson general manager. I understand that Mindy hired you." He said looking me up and down.
Mr. Johnson was my complete opposite; where I was shorter, he was much taller. Where I was a thin guy of about 160lbs he was much larger probably in the 195-200 range. Also, I was clean shaven with dark hair, and he had a mustache and a scruffy beard with reddish-brown hair and some traces of grey.
"Let's get you started" Mr. Johnson said releasing my hand. I followed him as he walked through the back of the house showing me what I needed to do. I got to work quickly and by 5pm I was ready to head home. "I think I am done" I said approaching Mr. Johnson. "Good day today Pete" thanks for the hard work.
A few weeks went by and I got into a regular schedule of opening, working the lunch crowd and then prepping for the dinner rush before heading home. It was hard work but I did not mind any of it and I think I approached it with a good attitude.
"Hey Pete, can you come to my office when you get a moment?" Mr. Johnson asked as I was cleaning produce for the salad bar. "I dried my hands and followed him to the small office beside the cold storage unit. "Yes sir" I said stepping into the office. "Pete, I need a favor. Our night guy decided to quit on us. I need someone to come in nights until we can find a replacement. It will mean coming in around 5 and staying till closing." He said looking up at me from his desk. "Yeah I guess" I said not really wanting to but feeling like I had no choice.
The next day I got to sleep in and headed to the Fast Food chain just before 5pm. "Hey Pete, thanks again" Mr. Johnson said patting me on the back. "Let's get you started, follow me" he said heading to the back entrance." The job was simple; unload the shipment and fill the cold storage and other shelves with new product.
I got to work filling the shelves and moving boxes into the cold storage. By 9pm most of the product was put into place. The restaurant closed down for the night and it was pretty much just me stocking and Mr. Johnson closing out the registers.
I am not exactly sure how it happened but all of a sudden one of the boxes in the cold storage fell off the shelf forcing me to let out a loud yelp as it crashed into my shoulder. Seconds later Mr. Johnson came into the cooler with a worried look on his face. "Are you ok, Pete?" He asked looking at the box on the floor and me rubbing my shoulder. Tears of pain and embarrassment were on my face.
"Let's get out of here and check you out" Mr. Johnson said leading me out of the cooler and into his office. "What happened?" he asked looking at me. "I don't really know, the box fell and hit my shoulder" I relayed rubbing the area. "Let's see what the damage is. Remove your shirt" He said flatly. I felt embarrassed as he said the words, but I complied with his request. Once my shirt was off, Mr. Johnson came around behind me.
Mr. Johnson placed his hand on my shoulders. His hands ware thick and warm and covered my skin sending a sensation through my body. "Does this hurt?" He asked rubbing the spot, but then he moved his other hand on my other shoulder as well. I did not answer as his hands slowly massaged both shoulders gently. My body broke out in goosebumps from his touch.
When I did not respond Mr. Johnson continued to massage my shoulders, his hands becoming firmer as he moved. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, but no other sound was made. He knew how to use his hands and they felt good on my skin. As I relaxed, I could feel my dick start to snake down my pant leg.
Mr. Johnson's hands moved more freely now. He ran them gently over my shoulders and then to my back roaming from the spot that was injured. Each touch caused my dick to pulse in my khakis as he went. I wanted to run away but I was somehow locked in place. I could feel his rough fingers trail down my spine then back up towards my head.
With his hands on my shoulders he used his thumbs and worked up the back of my neck and into my hair moving around the base of my head. I could feel my knees weaken from his touch and my dick was rock hard in my pants. "Does that feel good?" I heard Mr. Johnson ask breaking the silence.
"I'm fine now" I said pulling myself from him and turning to put on my shirt. Mr. Johnson had an expression on his face that I did not recognize; he wasn't mad or happy he looked somehow excited. He scanned down my body and his gaze stopped on the bulge in my pants, then his eyes came back up to mine. A smile formed on his face.
I looked down his body and couldn't help noticing a similar bulge in his pants. Fear struck me as we stood there. What was he thinking? What was happening. At 18 I never had sex with anyone and though I considered what it might be like with a guy, I just figured that was a normal fantasy.
"I should go" I said with a scratchy voice trying to ignore the bulge in his pants. I started to put on my shirt and Mr. Johnson stepped forward. There was very little space between us. A half inch and our cocks would touch. Mr. Johnson reached around me and helped me put on my shirt. "You don't have to go" he said holding the front of the shirt and gently pulling me closer.
Bam my cock came into contact with his leg, and a surge ran through my body. Mr. Johnson was so much taller than me that I could feel his cock on my abs. Mr. Johnson looked down at me, studying me and pulling me slowly closer to him. I felt like I was going to fall, and I put my hands on his chest to brace myself. I could feel the hard muscles through his shirt.
He started to make small movements and I could feel his cock sliding on my abs. It was very hard and felt really thick. For a moment I closed my eyes as my cock ground into his leg. For a moment the feeling was incredible. "I gotta go" I said pulling away. "I um need to get home." I walked towards the back door of the Fast Food chain and got in my car to drive home.
The night was cool as I got into the car. My dick was still rock hard in my Khaki's as I drove. Images of Mr. Johnson flashing in my mind. Before long I found myself stopped along the outskirts of the park. It was dark and no one was around. I decided I would take care of myself.
I put the seat back and reached down to open my khakis then into my briefs and fished out my hard cock. It was trailing down my leg and I had to manipulate and release it. I closed my eyes and wrapped my hand around the base. I thought about some of the porn I had seen, some of the pics of the hot girls the guys showed on their smart phones in the locker room. Big tits, tight pussy's flashed in my mind as I started to stroke one out.
No matter what I tried my mind kept coming back to Mr. Johnson's hands on my shoulders, the way his dick felt through his pants as it brushed against my stomach, my dick grinding against his pant leg. "Splat" just as I thought about it my dick shot a load all over the place coating my hand, dick and steering wheel. My body tensed with each blast and nerves tingled through my body till I was left panting in the car in the dark.
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