Soccer Bus
Ch 5
Tony
When soccer season was over, Brian needed to get a job, so he went back to the restaurant where he had worked over the summer. He'd been the dishwasher/prep cook and did just about whatever was needed in the kitchen. He stopped in Friday after the last practice and was happy to see the owner, James, at the register. "Ya got any work for me sir" he asked hopefully. He looked tired, but happy to see Brian. "When can you start?" Brian looked at his watch. "Now?" "OMG Brian, that is the only good news I have had all day! Suit up and I will see you in the kitchen.
Brian sent his mom a quick text to say why he would not be home for dinner. She would be happy about the job. He walked through the kitchen and was greeted with smiles from all his old friends; it had only been a summer job, but his hard work and positive attitude had made him many friends. A quick scan of the kitchen showed that Tony wasn't there, which was ok; Tony was a good guy, but...
He headed back to what they jokingly called the locker-room. It was really a storeroom, but it was where the guys changed into the uniforms that James provided: a teeshirt with the restaurant logo, and the checkered cotton chef pants. He took a fresh set from the shelf, and started to suit up. When he shucked off his jeans, he remembered that in his haste to get out of the locker room, he had just pulled his jeans on over his jock. Well, at least Tony wasn't here.
But then, as if on cue, Tony walked in the door. "How does he do that?" Brian wondered to himself. Last Summer, Tony often popped into the locker room to get some key ingredient just as Brian was getting dressed or undressed; it really was a store room. And he always needed something that was right where Brian was standing, which meant that Tony got to cop a feel as he nudged around him. It took a while for Brian to see the pattern
It had become a running joke between them. Tony always had a sparkle and a smile, and Brian was good natured about lifting Tony's hand off his ass, or shrugging off a massage on his shoulders, or, now and then, pulling him off a nipple. Once, seeing Brian hefting a vat of marinara, Tony had said "Let me help you with that." and then proceeded to give Brian a 20 second nipple massage as the boy struggled to hold on to the heavy pot.
So when Tony walked in the storeroom, after Brian had taken off his shirt and had just slid his jeans down, (and remembered he had a jock underneath). He hadn't been worried that Tony would walk in until Tony walked in. "Holy crap! whispered the chef, and he took the two short steps that put him right next to Brian. "My prayers have been answered!" One big hand went right onto Brian's ass, firmly cupping the right cheek. His fingers crept under the thin strap of the jock.
Tony didn't really have a next move planned, because the game he played with his straight young friend always stopped here. Brian would smile and shrug off the pass, and they'd get back to work. But now, his hand was still holding Brian's cheek and he wasn't objecting. Tony's dark Italian eyes met Brian's big blues; the chef reached up with his other hand and lightly caressed Brian's nipple. The boy did not object. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead down onto the taller man's shoulder. "Brian" whispered the chef, "something has changed."
They were quiet, and except for the gentle swirl of Tonys finger's on Brian's nipple, motionless. When Brian looked back up to find Tony's eyes again, he was smiling shyly, but there was a tear rolling down his cheek. Tony leaned forward to catch it with his lips, and then he went further, touching Brian's lips with his own. Brian started to respond but then pulled away. "No" he barely whispered. That was enough to break the motionless trance they had been in, and Brian began to move again.
He lifted Tony's hand away from his ass, but instead of just pushing it away, he brought it in front of him and parked it right on the swelling pouch of his jockstrap. Tony responded by taking Brian's hand and putting it on top of the button fly of his chef's pants. Brian knew from their locker room time together, that Tony usually went commando, and he was, indeed, hanging free today. There was a stiffening cock under there, and Brian's fingers closed around it.
"What has happened to my straight boy?" asked Tony.
"Something wonderful" the boy whispered back.
"Let me show you wonderful" said Tony, and before Brian could react, Tony had knelt down, pulled the little pouch aside, and taken Brian's growing boner into his mouth. He knew that the two of them were the only guys working in the kitchen, but Brian was terrified that someone would walk in on them. He tried to push Tony off his cock, but Tony had slipped an arm around his ass and was holding Brian on.
Tony knew that his might be his only chance with Brian, so he was going to make sure that Brian got the blow job of his life. He worked the head with his tongue and then went all the way down, then back up to the head. He pulled it out and rubbed it around his lips and then on his stubble, and then back in and down his throat. Tony could feel how hard Brian was, and when he felt Brian begin to pump into his mouth, he knew they were close to cumming.
Brian's hands were locked behind Tony's head, helping him find the rhythm that would finish him off. Tony's lips were locked around Brian's dick, his tongue furiously stroking the underside. His fingers were stroking at the base. Brian was close, very close. Tony felt a little shudder, and when Brian's knees buckled a bit, he waited for the warm spurt into his mouth. He loved the taste of cum, and Brian did not disappoint. Tony's lip lock held and not a drop of cum escaped.
"Oh my god Tony" whispered Brian.
"You are very welcome, my friend. Now we gotta get back to work." And with that, Tony gave his lips a little wipe. Brian pulled on his work clothes, and they headed out to the kitchen. The rest of the shift was a blur for Brian; he was still processing what he had just done. Tony was trying to figure out what had happened to the summer's straight boy. They would need to talk.
When Brian had washed up the last pan and had closed up the kitchen, Tony was just finishing up in the front of the house, and Jim getting ready to lock up. "Need a ride home?" he asked. Brian flashed back to when he had asked Danny the same question, and what they had done in the car.
"No" he said quickly. But Tony was not so easily put off.
"No sexy stuff, I promise. Just a ride." And some conversation, he hoped.
The ride went on for some time in silence, until Tony pulled over to the curb and asked "Brian, you were my straight boy last Summer. "
What happened?" There was a long silence.
"Tony, I never knew I was gay."
"Brian, getting one blow job does not make you gay! It just makes you a horny teenager who isn't getting laid. Relax!"
"I did more" said Brian. "I can show you."
"Brian, you won't want to do what you would have to do to prove it to me. Besides, I like you just fine as my straight boy."
Tony was wearing his favorite ER scrubs, and Brian knew that he was going commando as usual. He reached over and took a firm hold on the boner inside. "See?" said Brian. "I'm not afraid of that."
"Brian..." Tony whispered, "you don't... As the boy's fingers began a gentle massage through the thin cotton scrubs, Tony leaned back and sighed. He undid the bowknot on his drawstring, but he wanted Brian to make all the moves; the boy could go as far as he wanted, but it had to be his choice.
Brian tugged the scrubs down to reveal the head of Tony's cock. It was poking out of the scrubs just enough for him to massage the underside. When he discovered there was precut flowing, he touched his finger to it, and spread it all over the velvet head. "Jesus Brian" whispered Tony, but even with this, he was not prepared for Brian to lean over and take it into his mouth. He licked it a little first,, mixing his spit with Tony's precum, and then just put his lips around the whole head. He had to pull the scrubs down more and when he did, he took the whole thing in right down to Tony's curly Italian pubes.
Brian tried to copy the moves that Tony had used on him a little while ago. Brian's hand stroked the back of his head lightly and urging him a little faster. Tony slipped his thumb and forefinger around his dick and began stroking himself. He had been able to do suck and stroke Brian, but that took a little practice. Before long the pace was at an orgasm rate, and Tony knew he would cum soon. "OK Brian, I believe you!" he whispered. I'm gonna cum. You better get off." But Brian refused to release the lip lock on Tony's swollen cock, and the cook had no choice. the wave of pleasure raced from his toes, through his cock and out to his fingertips. He held his breath and with each spurt of cum, grunted in release. Brian slurped up every drop, and sat back up smiling as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
"Holy crap, Brian" Tony said quietly, "I never expected that!"