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"Yeah, fuck my tight ass hard," Trevor moaned.
Mike obliged Trevor's request by adding more force as he probed his thick 7-inch cock into the tight hole between the lightly-haired globes of Trevor's ass. Both young men were shirtless, Mike revealing his thin, toned, (disappointingly pale,) and somewhat hairy torso and Trevor exposing his V-shaped, toned torso with a nice patch of dark hair on two well-defined pecs and a pleasant treasure trail running down the olive-colored skin of his flat stomach. Both men also had their pants and underwear wrapped around their ankles. However, the most interesting detail of the two men copulating wasn't their appearance, but their location: Trevor was bent over the cutting board on the cooking line of the now-closed-for-the-night local franchise of everyone's favorite neighborhood corporate bar and grill.
Rewind twenty minutes.
Mike was in the office, printing out the last sales and food cost reports of the night. As the last report printed, Mike left the office and walked out into the dining room to double check that all the necessary cleaning had been done. He had assumed that he was the last one in the building, but to his surprise, Trevor waited at the table closest to the kitchen.
"What're you still doing here?" Mike inquired.
"Waiting for a ride. It sucks not having a car," was the reply.
"If you want, I can give you a ride. But you'll have to wait at least another ten minutes because I turned my car on barely five minutes ago and it usually takes up to a good twenty for it to warm up in this weather," Mike offered.
"Sure, it'll be better than waiting for Chisum. He takes forever to get here."
"I'm going to go double check the kitchen," Mike said as he walked through the door into the kitchen. He walked over to the broiler side of the line, and bent over to check the cleanliness of one of the lower cabinets. Dissatisfied, he straightened up and turned around to grab a towel, only to run into Trevor.
Trevor's lips found their way onto Mike's, and Trevor's dark goatee rubbed against the stubble of Mike's chin. Before Mike knew it, tongues got involved. They probed each other's mouths, and Mike's dick thickened in anticipation. Their bodies rubbed together, and Mike found that a similar reaction was happening in the crotch of Trevor's work jeans. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, Mike broke the kiss.
Mike peeled Trevor's food-soiled tee shirt off, then undid the buckle of Trevor's jeans. He pulled down the jeans with some plaid boxers, revealing Trevor's 8-inch cock at half mast. Mike got to his knees and let Trevor's ever-expanding cock breach the frontier that his tongue had recently explored: Mike's mouth. Trevor's succulent dick wasn't as thick as Mike's, nor as long as Tyler's, but still, when one has the dick of a guy as hot as Trevor in one's mouth, one does not complain.
Mike gently sucked on the gorgeous head of the cut cock, which was now starting to seep schmagma (a technical term in the kitchen for both precum and raw chicken juice), and with his right hand fondled Trevor's hairy, heavy balls. Taking advantage of their location, Mike got up and walked a few steps away to grab a cooling squeeze-bottle of fudge. It was still warm. He gently squeezed some onto Trevor's cock and balls, then went to town licking the sweet, chocolatey sauce off. As he took both of Trevor's balls into his mouth, he began removing his own clothes.
After striping off his manager's oxford and undershirt, he unfastened his belt and pants and freed his own 7-inch hardon from his boxers. Meanwhile, Mike moved back to Trevor's oozing, sticky cockhead. Mike's right hand went back to playing with Trevor's balls while his right hand started to stroke himself. Trevor let out a moan.
"You like sucking my huge cock, don't you? And what about those huge balls? Oh yeah." Trevor started to let his usual references about his genitals fly from his mouth (talk such as that was common in the back of house), but for once, such talk was actually in reference to actual sex.
Mike's fingers started to wander; they found what they were looking for beyond the balls--Trevor's pink puckered hole.
"Whoa," Trevor exclaimed in surprise.
Mike pulled himself off the chocolate lollipop of Trevor's cock to let out an unusually crude statement to surpass Trevor's trash talk: "I want to fuck your dirty ass, you nasty bitch." To Mike's surprise, Trevor turned around and bent over.
Mike grabbed a nearby squeeze-bottle of flavor-fry (the thick, orange, butter-flavored shortening used to grease the flat-top griddle) and squeezed some on his own dick, then stuck the cold point of the bottle up Trevor's pucker and squeezed the makeshift bottle of lube. He inserted a finger, and began the work of loosening up Trevor's tight asshole.
Meanwhile, Trevor's smutty talk took on a different demeanor: "Yeah, work my virgin ass. Oh yeah, that's it." Mike worked his way up to three fingers, then decided it was time to show Trevor who was the boss. Mike stood up and placed his cockhead up to Trevor's pucker. Applying pressure, he squeezed in. Mike had never fucked anyone's ass before, and Trevor had never been fucked. Both were shocked how good it felt. Mike started thrusting, not believing he was fucking the macho broil cook. Feeling the occasion merited it, Mike slapped one of Trevor's ass cheeks and grunted out a "Oh, fuck yeah, bitch."
"Yeah, fuck my tight ass hard," Trevor moaned.
Mike obliged Trevor's request by adding more force as he probed his thick 7-inch cock into the tight hole between the lightly-haired globes of Trevor's ass. He then reached his greased-up hand around Trevor and found Trevor's dick, still sticky with saliva and oozing more schmagma onto the cutting board in front of him. Mike started stroking Trevor's dick, since it was left unattended to since Trevor's hands were braced against the cutting board. After only a couple minutes of intense fucking, Mike started to feel a wave come crashing over him; he slowed down as his cock spewed several wads of hot cum up Trevor's ass. This put Trevor over the edge, and his own dick being serviced by Mike's hand started to gush with sticky white cum too. The kitchen was filled with moans.
Mike, filled with orgasmic ecstacy, opened his eyes to find the most startling scene of the eventful night: over Trevor's broad arched back and through the food-pass window stood Chisum, Trevor's 18-year-old brother, in the door of the kitchen with a shocked look on his face.
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