I always enjoy morning prep shifts at the restaurant. Sure it means waking up early, but I have the kitchen to myself, get to leave before we open, and don't have to worry about the stress of the dinner service. My morning routine was always pretty much the same; disarm the alarm, brew coffee, and smoke a cigarette with my first cup before beginning the day. When I'm sitting out on the porch, I pretty much always take some time to read a story on Nifty before going inside for a quick jerk off in the bathroom. We're all pretty open about sexual stuff in the kitchen, and I know for a fact that several of my hot, straight male coworkers also relieve themselves in the cramped bathroom, a fact that always adds an extra thrill to my orgasm.
I've often fantasized about playing with my coworkers, offering up my mouth or ass to their horny cocks, or of being the lucky cocksucker to service them all right there in the kitchen. My head chef is a tall and lanky Italian stud with a hairy body I could see through his white, sweat soaked coat and a sizable bulge visible in his black pants. The thought of him using my mouth to get himself off never failed to give me an erection.
As I was sitting there on the toilet, jerking my dick and thinking of the straight studs I worked with, I heard a delivery driver come in the door. They were the only ones who interrupted me in the mornings, and it was part of my job to make sure the orders were correct and to sign the paperwork for them.
"Hello?" I heard a deep, sexy sounding voice yell.
"Hold on, I'm in the bathroom!" I grunted, as I brought myself to orgasm. A few moments later I stifled a moan as my cum splatted into the water below me. I quickly wiped myself off and pulled up my pants, hurrying out to take care of the delivery. Opening the door, I saw the hottest man, a driver I'd never seen here before.
He was a few inches shorter than me, standing at about 5"9. He had a broad chest and thick looking thighs, with hairy forearms and a glimpse of a thick looking pelt peeking from the top of his shirt. His hair was curly and brown, and he had a thick, trimmed beard on his handsome, button nosed face. He was smiling broadly at me, his eyes sparkling.
"You jacking off in there buddy?" he asked.
"Uh... yeah. Sorry about that..." I managed to get out. My face was hot with embarrassment. He laughed good-naturedly at me, amused at my response, the sound resonating deeply from his barrel chest.
"It's cool man!" he said. "We all do it, right?"
"Yeah that's true, haha," I answered. His reaction had me feeling a lot less embarrassed at this point. "Sometimes you just gotta take care of yourself." He laughed again.
"Don't I know it! Truth is, I jack off in the truck most mornings myself," he said, grabbing his package for emphasis, his wedding ring clearly visible. "I'm just so horny in the mornings, ya know?"
"Same here man," I responded, now finding it hard to take my eyes away from his bulge, which he hadn't taken his hand off of yet and now looked slightly larger. Forcing my eyes upwards, I found that he was looking right at me, with that same wide smile from before. I'd totally been caught checking out this straight hottie, but it seemed like he was into it.
"Have you jacked off yet, buddy?" I asked him. He shook his head no. "Well, maybe I could... help you out?" I ventured.
"Thought you'd never ask man," he said, reaching to undo his pants. I reached a hand out to stop him.
"Let me man." He just smiled even wider at that.
I got to my knees below him, and reached out to pop the button, pulling down his jeans and exposing a heavily tented pair of gray boxer briefs, the pouch already soaked with a large spot of precum. I sucked at the spot, pulling his clothed dick into my mouth. He groaned above me.
"Fucking suck me man"
I pulled his underwear down, allowing his 9 thick inches to pop free, hitting me hard in the cheek as it bounced out. It was a smooth, perfectly straight column of flesh, easily as thick as my wrist and emerging from a wild thicket of curly brown pubes, capped by an apple sized mushroom head and set with two enormous balls, hanging low in a hairy, wrinkled sac. He was rock hard, but the weight of his enormous erection made it hang perfectly at 90 degrees from his body. The sight of such an imposingly large tool on a relatively short man made it all the more impressive. I took him in one hand, slowly jacking it while I marveled at how incredible it was. I looked up at him.
"You like it man?" he laughed, as if he didn't know the answer.
In response I just grabbed his cock and swallowed about half of it down in one go. He was so thick, my mouth really had to stretch to accommodate him. I breathed in deeply as I swallowed him down, getting a good whiff of his sweaty, funky genitals. I grabbed his heavy balls with one hand while I stroked the root of his shaft with the other, kneading them in his hairy sac. He groaned above me, saying,
"Mmm fuck yeah man, work my balls!"
I began to pull on them harder, and he groaned lower, one hand reaching under his shirt to pinch his nipples, and revealing a tight stomach and firm pecs coated in a pelt of curly brown hair, thickest in the center of his chest and his belly. His other hand reached out to my head and began to gently pull me further down his giant cock.
"Come on buddy, I know you can take the whole thing," he said encouragingly. I opened wide as I could and tried to relax my throat. I could feel his enormous cockhead at the back of my throat. I swallowed and felt it pop in as he groaned even deeper than before, before violently thrusting all the way in, cramming my nose into his sweaty bush and breaching my throat with his last 3 inches.
I could hardly breath, his musky odor and the thrill of the situation had me in some kind of horny stupor, not to mention the fact that this straight stud had his enormous cock embedded in my mouth. It was at that moment that I heard the door to the kitchen close shut.
"Holy shit!"
It was the UPS guy, the one who regularly came up.I'd always had a thing for him. He was in his mid 40s, a tall, former football player looking body with a bubble butt and chiseled face with permanent 5 o'clock shadow. He was standing there at the door, a look of shock on his face. My mouth was still full of the delivery driver's cock, which only seemed to have gotten harder at the intrusion, but I couldn't pull off of him because his hands were still holding me down.
"Hey buddy, you want some of this?" he cheerily asked the guy. I couldn't believe how bold this guy was. He didn't give a single fuck about what the guy thought, or what I felt, or what could happen to any of us, he would still get his nut even if the guy didn't join in. It was scary, and thrilling, and intensely erotic to me. I could see by now the UPS guy was tenting his brown pants, a sizable looking erection filling out the material. He hesitantly stepped forward, reaching to unbutton the pants. I pulled off of the delivery driver and turned to the newcomer, reaching to pull down the waistband of his white briefs, barely containing the slab of meat he had. Pulling it down revealed a cock which looked to be 7 inches but was at least 6 inches around. The super thick cock tapered slightly to the large, mushroom head at the top, big around as the base and already seeping clear precum. I eagerly began suckling on the large head, lapping up the juice as I swirled my tongue around the pronounced ridge. He groaned loudly, and began thrusting himself into my mouth. I opened wide as I could to accommodate his substantial girth, but he still couldn't seem to get the last couple inches in.
"That's a thick piece man," said the delivery driver. "He's having some trouble getting ya down."
"Yeah, everyone has trouble with it," the guy replied. "But he's doing a damn better job than anyone else with it," he continued, as he kept thrusting into me. Hearing that was encouraging, but I also took it as a challenge.
I relaxed my throat and repositioned myself to better get him down, before swallowing as hard as I could and successfully pushing myself down onto his girthy cock, pressing my nose into his black pubic hair.
"Oh fuck!" he cried, beginning to lose it as I swallowed repeatedly on his giant cockhead. "I'm gonna fucking cum already!" he yelled out, before shooting a series of 6 hefty spurts of cum deep down my throat, pulling out and shooting on every thrust back into me. As he pulled out, his deflating cock glistening and coated with my spit, the delivery driver, who'd been stroking himself watching the scene, grabbed my face and turned it towards his cock.
"Here it fucking comes buddy!" he cried as he unleashed a torrent of cum on my face, thick ropes of pure white cum shooting with force all over my forehead and cheeks, dripping from my nose and caught in my beard, the last shots landing in my open mouth. As he gave me the hottest facial I'd ever had, I came in my pants without even touching myself, aroused as I was. The UPS guy had already tucked himself away and was zipping up, and the delivery driver also put his cock away, thanking me in the process. After I gave my face a quick rinse, I signed their delivery slips, before they left. I went through the rest of my day as normal, but I kept chubbing up at the memory of what I'd done, getting completely hard when I saw my headchef a few hours after the fact.
When I got back home, I jerked off again thinking about what I'd gotten away with, and how hot the guys were that I'd been lucky enough to service, wanting to swallow their thick monster cocks again. I blew another massive load, and almost immediately fell into a post orgasmic nap. Waking a few hours later, I checked my phone to see a voicemail from my chef.
"Watched the kitchen camera tapes. I know what you did this morning. Don't worry about your job, I deleted the recording. But I'll be in early tomorrow to deal with you."
My heart was pounding. What did that mean, deal with me? He didn't sound angry, just stern, but I had no idea what he was going to do. At least my job was safe, I hoped... I was just going to have to wait and see what would happen the next day