Disclaimer: Don't read this if you know it isn't what you're looking for. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
"I need a fry in the window, yesterday."
It was another typical day at America's favorite neighborhhod corporate chain restaurant, which meant good, wholesome madness and insanity for the bunch of criminals and rejects who cooked. It was the usual night crew: Tyler and his roommates Rob and Vicki, Trevor and Travis (two brothers), and Hot Carl (who wasn't really hot, but apparently a "Hot Carl" was a raunchy sexual act of which the cooks were well informed). Chisum, Travis and Trevor's little 18-year-old brother was expediting the food (puting orders together).
Mike entered the kitchen to inform the line of an impending rush: "Grab your ankles and hope for KY gentlemen, because you have 32 menus open," Mike shouted. Just then, the computer screen filled up with orders, accompanied by a series of beeps.
A few minutes later, Mike found himself cooking, bailing out Travis, the mid cook. As Mike bumped the last couple of orders off the screen, he turned to walk off the line and leave Travis to restock his station. However, due to the narrow pathway that was the line, Mike had to squeeze past a bent-over Trevor, who was rummaging through a low-boy (food storage drawer). Mike attempted to eke by, but at that moment, Trevor, the 20-year-old broil cook, backed up, pushing his tight butt directly into Mike's pelvis. Delighted by the raunchy nature of his physical position, but simultaneously terrified of acting on his impulses in the workplace, Mike let out a startled "Hey now," and promptly extricated himself from the appealing position. As Mike rushed to the office, he caught a glance from Tyler through the window. Tyler's subtle brown eyes, with one raised eyebrow, questioned Mike from between two bacon cheeseburgers.
In the office, Mike slowly drew in a breath and considered what had just happened. First of all, Mike had always had a slight crush on Trevor since he fell on the short list of attractive cooks. He was about 6 foot, with black hair and a nicely trimmed black goatee, which hid his age well. He had a slightly darker complexion, like his brothers, and had the V-shaped torso that always attracted Mike's attention. And what really turned Mike on was the patch of perspiration-soaked, slightly haired, toned chest that peeked out above the neck of his tee-shirt after a night of standing over the hot broiler.
After reflecting on how much Trevor turned him on, the troubling part of what had just happened surfaced in Mike's mind. Although it was possible that Trevor had not been aware of the compromising position he had been in in relation to Mike, it was highly unlikely that Trevor was that oblivious. So if Trevor knew that Mike was right behind him, perfectly lined up so as to pound his ass, why did he back up? Was he trying to turn Mike on? What did this mean?
It was late at night as Tyler pulled his car up to the curb outside his house. Already, strains of Jack's Mannequin played from the house. Rob and Vicki had gotten out of the kitchen early, while Tyler had to close. Due to the lack of Vicki's car, and the presence of several unknown cars beside Rob's, it appeared that Vicki had gone out with her friend Tina and Rob was having some people over--probably to get stoned with. Mike climbed out of Tyler's car, and together, he and Tyler walked into the front door. Trevor was hanging out on one of the couches in the front room. "Hey," he slurred out, obviously somewhat inebriated.
"Where's Rob?" Tyler inquired.
"Him and Lindsey are up in his room," (Lindsey and Rob had the strangest off-and-on relationship), "and Travis passed out kind of early, so we moved him to Vicki's bed since she won't be using it tonight."
Tyler turned to Mike: "I'm kind of tired, so I'm going to let the dogs out and hit the sack. We'll play the Wii (wink) some other night. Do you need a ride to your place before I do that?"
Mike weighed over what happened earlier that night between him and Trevor. "Naw, mind if I just watch some TV here and crash on the couch?"
"Be my (yawn) guest," Tyler replied and walked toward the kitchen where the dogs were scratching against the back door.
Mike plopped down next to the barely conscious Trevor on the couch and turned his attention towards "Fight Club," which Trevor was watching.
"So, what about that ass-raping at work tonight?" Trevor asked Mike.
"What?" a startled Mike let out. The first thing his mind had jumped to was the physical interaction he had had with Trevor.
"Yeah, can you believe we were so busy? I would have thought for a Tuesday it wouldn't have been so crazy busy."
"Oh, right. Yeah, our sales were nearly 7200 for the day," Mike replied.
"Who cares about sales? You need to loosen up a bit, man," Trevor observed. "Here, drink this," he said, handing Mike a cup. Mike shot him a questioning look, so he hastily added "just vodka and coke." Mike started sipping. A few minutes went by as they watched more of the movie, which had come to the part where Brad Pitt's character was fucking the brains out of Helena Bonham Carter's character. "You know what else might loosen you up? You need to shoot off. Back when Eric used to work in the kitchen and we hung out after work, we'd get drunk and jack off together if there wasn't any pussy around," Trevor informed Mike.
"I don't know, dude. Isn't that a little gay?" Mike asked Trevor.
"Not really. I mean, we're guys. We know what we need," Trevor replied, as he start to rub his crotch.
"Whatever. Just as long as nobody finds out. I don't want anybody at work to call me a fag," Mike said. Taking Trevor's cue, he started to grab his junk through his khakis. He was excited that his wish to fool around with Trevor looked like it was going to come true, and he was a little turned on that Trevor had been the one to initiate the whole thing.
As his jeans started to tent, Trevor unzipped them, revealing an eight inch cut cock that sprang to attention through the hole of his checkered boxers. Trevor pushed it back through the hole so he could pull down the boxers, revealing two well-proportioned nuts and a thick bush of black, curly pubes. He spit into his hand and began to stroke. Mike, beginning to feel the effects of the vodka and encouraged by Trevor's forwardness, followed suit, revealing his seven incher, brown pubes, and balls. Mike likewise began to stroke. After a few minutes of wanking off, Trevor broke the silence. "You know, I never told anyone this, but one time while me and Eric were doing this, I sucked him off."
Mike was shocked that somebody who emitted masculinity as much as Trevor submitted himself to a gay sex act like that. Sure, Tyler, another very masculine guy, had caved in to gay sex with Mike, but he refused to bottom and only sucked Mike off begrudgingly. Trevor, on the other hand, seemed to volunteer for "homo" sex acts.
Without any warning besides that statement, Trevor bent his head down and put his lips to the head of Mike's cock. Mike was shocked as Trevor's tongue teased his piss slit. The tongue worked its way down the shaft and found two jewels at the bottom. Trevors sucked on each of Mike's hairy balls, taking time to give each its due. Then he worked his tongue back up Mike's shaft. Starting with just the head, Trevor began to bob up and down on the cock. Slowly taking more and more cock in his mouth, his warm, moist breath escaped his nostrils to tickle Mike's pubes. All the while, he continued to jerk himself off.
Mike was so excited that after only about five minutes of Trevor's sexy mouth sucking on his delicious cock, he began to feel a wave of pleasure. "I'm coming," he warned. Trevor did not withdraw. Rather, as Mike's huge load of gooey cum shot through his shaft, he felt Trevor brace himself. The explosion in Trevor's mouth was gigantic, but despite the vast volume of cum that filled Trevor's mouth, he did not gag. Instead he let the sweet nectar slide down his throat. As if almost on cue, his own stroking ended as he had an equally big explosion of cum land on his food-stained tee-shirt. Licking the last few drops off Mike's dick, he finally withdrew. He ran a finger through one of the splotches of his own jizz on his shirt, and sucked on it. "Mmmmm...double the jizz, double the fun," he told Mike.
"Where did you learn to suck dick like that?" Mike asked.
"When I said I once sucked Eric off, I meant to say that every time I sucked Eric off. Though, his jizz wasn't as good as yours."
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