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"Fuck me, how's it only half past nine" I groaned. It was a Saturday night, I was doing my regular shift at the restaurant, and it was dragging. In the whole night we'd only had two covers. It was a small restaurant, but this was ridiculous, usually Saturday's were mad with all of us rushing to get orders out and turning tables round so we could try to fit in a few second sittings.
Not tonight though. The two upstairs were on their third bottle of wine and we'd already cleared dessert. Alex and I were leaning side by side against the service hatch and Matt, the chef, was finding jobs to occupy himself with in the kitchen.
"You two lumps could be doing something you know, there's more to waiting on than just taking out food" Matt called through, as he buffed the front of the cooker.
"Already have mate" called back Alex, "wine fridges are stocked, bins are empty, cleared plates have been sorted, and we can't cash up until they pay anyway." I grinned at this; Alex had an answer for everything. Yes, that had all been done, but it was me that did it.
Alex was a lad in his thirties, living in a house share, and working a few different jobs to make ends meet, so he wasn't the most motivated; but he was a typical lad and fun to work with. This was my weekend job to put some money in the bank before I headed to uni. To be honest, I found it mind numbing so I wasn't sorry to have been lumped with the work earlier, it kept me busy at least.
With a sigh, Alex straightened up and headed off to check on the diners upstairs. With nothing better to do, I went through to the kitchen and sat up on the counter opposite Matt. "Long night, aye?", I nodded my agreement as Alex walked back in: "It's not gonna speed up, Mate, they've barely started on that last bottle of wine, completely sloshed though".
I groaned, put my face in my hands, and then let out a laugh. "At least we're getting paid for this, I suppose." Alex looked up with a grin, "I can think of a few things I'd rather be doing for free. Rachel's not working tonight, I could be getting my cock wet."
"Thanks for that delightful image" said Matt "Although I definitely wouldn't say no, great tits, don't know how you're managing to fuck her. You're punching."
"Cheeky fucker" spat Alex, "Why wouldn't she want me, I'm slick as fuck and I've got a massive cock"
I almost chocked with laughter; he really did think a lot of himself. Alex was tall, somewhere over 6 foot, with short dark hair and a handsome face, but he definitely had a dad-bod. Our uniforms were black shirt and trousers; he looked decent in them but he really wasn't "slick", more: cocky with a side of slime.
"Oi, you little scrot. You're barely 18, you're a thin streak of piss and you haven't even touched a tit, so you can stop your laughing."
Well, he was right. I was 18, I was a lanky git, and I hadn't touched a tit, nor had I any desire to. But I wasn't gonna tell him that; I hadn't actually told anyone I wasn't straight.
He seemed to read at least some of my thoughts on my face, and, with a roar of laughter that earned a firm "SHHH!!" from Matt, Alex just about yelled "I KNEW IT!".
With a sheepish grin, he added "Sorry" in the direction of the ceiling and the diners above who were holding us captive. Alex stepped around the small central unit in the kitchen and pushed the door closed, "They're gonna be hours yet" he said, as if in explanation. "We might as well use our time wisely and teach the lad a thing or too", Alex quipped to Matt, who just raised his eyebrows and shrugged. My stomach dropped a bit, what the fuck was this about?
Matt, now perched on the prep counter in his chef whites, looked as bemused as I felt but he certainly seemed intrigued. He was only a few years older than Alex but was way more mellow. At about 5'6", with a slight build, and shaved head, Matt had a quiet manliness about him and I'd always found him quite attractive.
"So, you've never touched a tit, but I assume you've seen one?" Began Alex. I glowered at him, set my mouth firmly and didn't say anything. "You must have seen one? Surely?!", Matt chipped in, disbelieving, "you might be a streak of piss but you're not that bad looking". I just shrugged, unsure of what to say.
Alex, in his usual boorish nature, was doing enough talking that it didn't matter that I had nothing to say. "Get here lad and have a look at these." He'd pulled his phone out and was scrolling through his pictures. He found what he was looking for and shoved the phone toward Matt and me. "Who the fuck do they belong to?" Said Matt as he looked hungrily at the heavy pair of tits bouncing up and down on screen "Not Rachels?" he asked incredulously. Alex gave a sheepish grin "You said you thought she had a nice pair; thought you'd like to see them properly".
"Fuuuuck" sighed Matt as he scrolled through the next few clips and photos of the large tits and a tight pussy, subconsciously rubbing his crotch, "the things I'd do with her".
"What about you, Lanky, what would you do with her?" Alex asked me, grinning. Again, I found myself looking back at him with nothing to say. I shrugged as I felt myself going red. "What is it? You scared of them or something? Or are you a pansy?" Alex demanded. I felt Matt glance my way, as Alex continued to lean over my shoulder and drool at the tits on his phone. "Cat got your tongue?" Alex whispered, seemingly keen for an answer but it wasn't me who gave him it. "Leave the lad alone, what difference does it make, just show us some more of that tight twat" retorted Matt.
"Difference is, if he is a pansy, he could be sucking my cock right now" cackled Alex, "any holes a goal and all that".
This was starting to get uncomfortable and I couldn't say nothing. I found myself blurting out "High opinion of yourself, how do you know a fella would even touch you?"
"You wouldn't be able to resist my cock. I don't think any gay could, no woman's managed it yet anyway" Alex said with a wink.
Matt slid off the counter and leaned against it for a closer look at the pictures, I noticed he was putting on quite a bulge and was discreetly touching it from time to time, I had a feeling it wasn't just the pictures getting him worked up. Alex hadn't stopped staring at me, waiting. "Alright, fine, I'm gay." I said, my face burning and with no real idea where I was going with this, "Doesn't mean I want to suck you off though."
Alex almost whooped, but seemed to remember the diners above, and slapped the metal counter instead. "Fuck! You naughty boy, not telling us something as important as that" he was positively beaming and half creased with laughter.
"Are you a fucking teenager? Shut up you idiot, it doesn't make a shite of difference, it's not like he's gonna be suddenly giving you blowies behind the bar." Said Matt, grinning as well, but conspicuously holding his crotch and glancing at mine as he said the last few words.
"I dunno, I reckon I could convince you, Lanky" Alex said to me with a glint in his eye.
Emboldened by the banter in the kitchen, I found myself more relaxed than you might imagine, and, meeting his eyes, said "Try me."
Matt continued to lean on the counter, looking between us, with something like excitement on his face. Alex grinned, stood up straight, cockily whispered under his breathe "Challenge accepted" and unzipped the fly on his work trousers before hooking out the heaviest soft cock I'd ever seen in my life.
Hanging out of his flies, about five inches long, and still entirely soft was a beautifully thick cock with a long foreskin, sitting on a huge pair of plums that hung almost as far down. I couldn't take my eyes off it for a minute, and I couldn't stop the soft, low "fuuuck" that escaped my mouth. For a good few seconds, maybe a minute, we stood as Alex chuckled, and said "thought you'd appreciate it". He made no move to put it back and even seemed to be getting a semi on. I glanced up at Matt, technically my boss, to see he hadn't taken his eyes off it yet either; despite the wife and two kids. He glanced back when he felt me look over and, clearing his throat, said with a wry smile "Well, the offers there by the looks of it, I'm not stopping you."
What the fuck....I was in the kitchen of the restaurant I worked in, with a chef and a waiter, both of whom I thought of as friends, and both of whom I knew to be straight. But somehow, I'd basically just had the "OK, go" to suck one of them off. As I glanced over at Alex, and saw that he had started to tug gently at his semi whilst still grinning at me, I knew that was exactly what I wanted to do.
I took a step toward Alex and dropped to my knees. As I reached up and took his cock in my hand, he let out a little chuckle and said "Fucking hell, Lanky, I can't believe this is actually happening." Matt shrugged, "What the fuck is going on" before turning to the cooker and then back to us again, seeming a bit bemused but hungry to see more.
Alex's cock was soon hard in my hand, it was a solid 8 inches and had a nice girth to it. His big balls hung beautifully below his cock and, before I knew it, I was leaning forward and taking the head of it in to my mouth. I let out a little moan at the same time Alex did and I began by pulling his foreskin further up and slipping my tongue under it to lick around the head of his beautiful cock. He tasted fantastic and, he was right, he really did have a good cock. I took his balls in my hand and massaged them as I bobbed up and down on his cock, trying to get it further down my throat each time.
As I did so, I heard Matt move a few steps and then saw him come in to view, leaning right next to Alex so that he had a full view. He was massaging a significant bulge through his whites when a gale of laughter came from over our heads. "Fuck, I almost forgot about them" Matt said, "I'll get rid of them, then it's my turn" he added with a wink before he slipped out of the kitchen door and shut it firmly behind him.
I looked up toward Alex, his cock still filling my mouth, and met his eyeline as he slowly rocked his hips forward to slide his entire length in to my mouth and throat. His 8 inches felt so good, with my nose pressed to his crotch and his smooth balls resting on my chin. "Fucking hell, how are you doing that? Rachel won't even put it half way in" he groaned as I worked my throat and tongue on his cock; misspent days at the local cottage had trained me well for this.
I began working my mouth up and down the thick shaft, feeling the ridge of his cock head and soft foreskin as I worked the meat. Alex was quietly moaning as, for someone who talked about all the sex he had, he seemed to be experiencing something new. He moved his hands to top of my head and started guiding me up and down his cock at his pace, whilst I tried not to gag. Soon, I pulled off his cock, licking down the length of it and started lapping at his ballsack, before sucking one of the egg like nuts in to my mouth. As I carried on worshipping Alex' big balls, he wrapped a hand around his cock and began slowly wanking himself. "You're bloody good at that" he muttered with his eyes closed. "Yeah, keep on licking those balls lad, told you you'd love it, didn't I?" I found myself grunting "Yes" as best I could. This seemed to spur Alex on a bit, and as I carried on licking his heavy ball sack, he continued "You love cock don't you", again I grunted my agreement, "You want it in you, I bet you want to swallow my cum too."
For a brief second, I pulled back from his balls, looked up at Alex and said "I'd rather wear it."
"I fucking bet you would" he moaned as he pulled me back on to his cock, just as the kitchen door swung open and closed.
The situation had changed a bit since Matt had gone up stairs; Alex's trousers were around his ankles, drool was hanging from his balls, and I'd worked my own stiffy out of trousers to start wanking it. Matt let out a low whistle and then "Fuck me lads, you don't wait around. I've just locked the front door." Alex seemed to regain his bravado and, pulling me off his cock and looking over to Matt, said "Get your cock out then, this lad's pretty talented" before looking back at me and saying "Show him much you love cock, Lanky."
I shuffled across on my knees, leaving Alex leant against the prep bench, and turning my attention to Matt stood just next to him. Matt pulled the elastic of his chef whites down and out bounced a surprisingly thick six inches on top of a neat set of balls. I leant in, sniffed the waff of his sweaty crotch and then took his entire length in my mouth, and began moving my head up and down. I could hear Alex beside us, wanking furiously, and pulled Matt's trousers fully down to allow myself better access.
As I gave him the same treatment that I'd given Alex, Matt unbuttoned his chef's whites before pulling them off and showing a lightly haired, and well-muscled torso. He had a decent six pack and a solid set of pecs, which I'd have never imagined under his baggy uniform. Whilst I deepthroated his cock and flicked my tongue over his balls as best I could, Matt reached up to his pecs and started squeezing and tugging at his nipples. He was letting out long, low, groans and appeared to be in heaven. He looked down at me, dropped a hand to run it through my hair, and then pulled my head heavily on to his crotch. He held me in placed as he thrust at my face, making me deepthroat him as he moaned, until he couldn't take it anymore and pulled out of my eager mouth. I went straight back in for more and Matt held my head at a distance, waggling his cock in front of my face before slapping it over my cheek several times.
"Lad, you've got a talent there" said Alex lustily. Looking round I saw he'd unbuttoned his shirt too and was basically stripped. He stepped up to us and ran a hand over Matt's tight body, seeming to appreciate the solid nature of it.
"You ever heard of rimming?" he asked, taking his eyes off Matt's cock and looking directly at me.
"Done more than heard of it mate" I fired back, still on my knees
"Haha, course you have, you pansy. Rach won't even talk about it." Alex said, wanking his cock as he pushed it toward my face. I opened wide accepting the throbbing cock back in to my mouth and reached out with a hand to find Matt's.
Soon my fingers were wrapped around his thick member, and I was energetically wanking him whilst I sucked Alex off. As Matt went back to pulling on his nipples and thrusting in to my hand, he looked down at me with a leery grin and said "you're happy as a pig in shit, aren't you?", I could only grunt around the thick cock in my gob, as I tried to look around at him.
Alex pulled out of my mouth and I stood up to save my knees; the kitchen tiles were bloody uncomfortable. Alex grabbed at my cock, still poking through my flies, and gave it a couple of tugs before commenting "Nah, I just don't get the appeal. Glad you do though" with a filthy grin and a wink. "Now, about that rim job....lay on the floor, I wanna sit on your face!"
"Are you serious?" Asked Matt incredulously, though he carried on wanking his cock, as I tore off the rest of my clothes and dropped to the floor. Alex joined me a second later and, after some shuffling, found himself kneeling over me as I lay on my back, a knee either side of my chest, and his surprisingly big soft arse floating over my face.
As I reached up to pull his arse cheeks apart, Alex rubbed a hand over my chest and down my body, wanking his cock with his free hand. Matt was stood near my head, watching in awe as I leant my face toward the exposed hole and flicked my tongue quickly over it. Alex shuddered and I did it again, before lapping at his hairy hole with longer strokes of my tongue and a bit of force to work it in to his hole. Alex was now moaning loudly, grinding his arse in to my face and wanking furiously.
I could barely see anything but I heard Matt say "In for a penny..." as he stepped around us. I heard him get to his knees and Alex let out a whooping "Yes lad" to Matt, as I felt a warm mouth engulf my cock.
I was in heaven, tonguing a big round arse, whilst Matt sucked my cock. It didn't feel like he knew what he was doing, but he was giving it a good go, taking about half of my seven inches and licking up and down its length. He wanked me as he had a go at licking my balls and suddenly the sensations were overwhelming. I pushed Alex's arse up enough to let out a strangled moan of "I'm cumming" for them both to hear. Alex swung his leg over my chest to let me sit half up, and I looked down my body to see Matt furiously wanking my cock and licking my balls, it was too much and I let out a volley of cum shots and grunts simultaneously.
Alex was really going for it now, kneeling next to me and furiously beating his big cock. I reached around pushed a finger up in to his crack, just putting pressure on his hole. This put Alex over the edge; now it was Matt's turn to watch. Alex looked at me, "Where do you want it?" he rasped. I replied "on my chest", without hesitation, and he leaned in close to me and came in huge globs on my skinny torso. Three, four, and then five huge pools of cum splattered on to me before starting to pool. He let out a low whistle, shuffled back as far as he could and looked at Matt, "your turn fella" he said with another wink.
Matt moved toward me on his knees. I stayed sat down partly propped up against one to the produce fridges and his cock was level with my face. He was still wanking, his foreskin slipping back and forth over his glistening knobhead, and I hear him mutter "in for a penny..." again. I assumed he was going to shoot over my face or shove his cock back in my mouth, but without warning he leant in and kissed me deeply. His lips met mine and his tongue flicked around inside my mouth, tasting Alex's arse hole, second hand, no doubt. He held the side of my face with one hand and tugged at his cock with the other, licking in and around my mouth with a sloppy, wet kiss. Suddenly he pulled his tongue out, rested his forehead on mine and said "I'm gonna cum on your chest."
Kneeling up to full stature, Matt groaned loudly, yelled "fuck" and then shot the second load of the evening on to my chest.
I took a couple of steadying breathes, glanced around at the other two, and then Matt and I stood up. Alex was still naked, his soft cock in hand, a little dribble of cum hanging from the end of it. "Well Lanky, I could get used to that" he grinned stupidly, clapping his hand on my arse and then stooping to grab his trousers before starting to button up his top.
Matt was picking his clothes up, and gave me a sheepish grin, as Alex finished up and said "Cheers for a good shift lads, see you next Saturday" as if nothing had happened and then headed out the backdoor to the yard and car park beyond.
I ran a hand over my chest to scoop up the pools of cum. I was oddly tempted to lick them clean, but I reached for some kitchen roll instead. I wiped my hands and chest, then checked my face in the mirror over the hand washing sink.
Soon, Alex and I were dressed too, we switched off the last of the lights and headed for his van, he always gave me a lift home. We didn't speak much as we drove through town, but as we reached my house, he leaned over to unlock my door and said "best shift I've had in a while....keep up the hard work" with a swift wink before he burst out laughing, clapped me on the knee and said "see you next week, Lad" just like normal.