Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2019 13:57:10 -0500
From: faultyfurnace@gmail.com
Subject: Kitchen Coworkers part 3

	It was almost midnight by the time he called me. Laying in bed,
edging myself and trying not to cum, I heard it vibrating on the dresser
next to me.
	"I'll be home in 15 minutes, Be there," was all he said before
hanging up. The tone of his voice, in his masculine growl, instantly had me
belching out another glob of precum. It was his expectation that I'd do
what he said that really set me off, though if I'd had a choice it's not as
if I'd've chosen not to go. We lived in the same neighborhood as the
restaurant, and it only took me 10 minutes to arrive at his porch after
hurriedly pulling on some clothes. After a couple minutes of standing
there, I saw him walking up the street.
	He took purposeful strides, his long legs quickly closing the gap
between us. His heavy steps and the nature of his gait caused his giant
package to swing back and forth in his loose pants. He was smoking a
cigarette as he walked towards his house, the glow of his inhale lighting
up his stubbled face, set in a serious and determined expression. He
stubbed his cigarette, not looking at me until he had opened the door, when
he turned and said,
	"Follow me."
	I'd been to his house several times in the past. He and a few of
the other chefs and I often hung out outside of work hours, and he'd hosted
parties here. There'd been many times we'd all gotten wasted and ending up
doing coke and chain-smoking cigarettes up in Mike's room. His command
wasn't entirely necessary then, but the way in which he said it and the
whole context of tonight made the room he led me into seem new and
exciting. I was more acutely aware than ever of the intense smell of it,
the thoroughly masculine stink of his spicy sweat and cum and piss and
gas. I stood there and breathed it in heavily, watching him as he moved to
his mini fridge and grabbed a beer, cracking it open for himself. He turned
and sat on the small couch facing me, and gestured me over.
	"Strip," is all he said when I stood in front of him. I blushed
deep, and began to remove my shirt, exposing my slim, hairy body, quarter
sized brown nipples wreathed by black hair. I unbuttoned and slid down my
pants, revealing the gray boxer briefs I wore, already tented by my
erection. I paused, and he gestured with his eyes for me to
continue. Slowly I pulled my underwear down, bending my aching erection
down, causing it to snap back up as the head was revealed, smearing my
furry stomach with precum. My hairy balls drooped between my legs as I bent
to pull my socks off, and straightening up I stood there for his
inspection.
	"Nice," he said, nodding in approval. He reached out his hand and
light grazed the underside of my 8" cock with his fingertips. "You're
pretty hung, man."
	"Not like you," I managed to say, gasping as my cock throbbed hard
at his touch. He smirked at that, grabbing his junk through his pants.
	"Not that you had any trouble with it, or those two other hung
guys."
	I blushed again, and he laughed.
	"Turn around," he said.
	I knew I had a pretty good ass, firm but jiggly, filling out my
pants with a nice bubble butt. He reached out one hand and started kneading
my cheeks, first one and then the other, before giving them a loud smack
with his open palm.
	"Nice, I'm gonna have fun with that ass later. For now, get on your
knees and get my cock out, faggot."
	I turned around and kneeled between his spread legs, looking up at
him as he groped his bulge and drank his beer, staring back at me
expectantly. He lifted his waist a little as I unbuttoned and pulled down
his pants, allowing me to slip them entirely off of him and let them pool
at his ankles, now exposing the sturdy, hair covered legs I hadn't been
able to see that morning. The familiar white fabric of his underwear was
straining under the pressure from his massive erection, which I reached up
to massage and grope. He put his large hand over mine and squeezed the
shaft hard.
	I moved my head up over the bulging mound and took the head into my
mouth again, sucking on through the fabric. He groaned and grunted his
approval as I began to slobber on it, tasting his sweet precum as it began
to flow from him.
	"Come on, take it out, suck my cock!" he whined at me.
	I just smirked to myself, and released his cockhead from my mouth,
leaving the spit and precum soaked glans to throb there, visible through
the white fabric of his underwear. I reached up and quickly pulled them
down, exposing his delicious, giant cock to view again. There was that
amazing, veiny salami, as wide around as my wrist, crowned by a thick,
tangled bush of black pubic hair. His heavy balls hung down from the root
of his shaft, shifting and reacting to the heat in the air in their hairy
sac. His smell was intense now, the spicy sweet smell of his personal sweat
and the hormone laden precum filling my nose and making my head swim with
lust. I grabbed the cock, pulling it down from his belly, and slowly began
to swallow it. He grunted his approval, and spread his legs wider as I
began to feast on his enormous erection. I booked up and down on him for a
few minutes, coating him in my spit and swallowing hard on the large head
every time it was lodged in my throat, befor pulling off and licking my way
down the shaft to his balls. I began to lap at them with my wide, wet
tongue, raking across the soft, hairy skin as I bathed his smelly sac.
	"Oh fuck yeah, work on my balls you slut!" he groaned at me, taking
his cock in hand and stroking it slowly above my head. I took first one
ball, then the other, into my mouth, sucking gently at them and rolling it
around in my hot, wet mouth. I managed to get both of the enormous balls in
my mouth, sucking on them hard and pulling them from his body. He groaned
loudly at that, saying,
	"Oh fuck that feels fucking good, love the way you work my nuts,
man!" I just continued to work them, feeling proud that I was making this
stud feel so good, and happy to be sucking and licking the balls which had
fed me a load earlier that day. They tasted sweaty and salty, moist from my
spit and from being confined in his pants all day. It must have been hot on
the line that night, because they tasted so strongly of him that he must
have been dripping sweat all night. I happily cleaned them up, feeling my
nose nestling in the hair below his shaft. Popping them out of my mouth, I
moved back up to engulf his cock again, while simultaneously kneading and
pulling at his balls. Above me, he drained his beer and began pulling his
shirt off. I glanced up, and was met with the sight of his furry, sweaty
torso. His large, dark nipples were surrounded by swirls of black chest
hair, getting thicker in the center of his chest and running down to meet
the large patch of fur on his toned stomach. I could see his pits clearly
as he rested his arms on the back of the couch. The smell was stronger now,
one of sweat and lust and precum.
	"Eat my pits out," he growled. "Lick them clean."
	I immediately let his cock fall out of my mouth before crawling up
on the couch beside him, attacking his pits with gusto and soaking down the
copious hair with my spit. I licked them clean, first the right one and
then the left, sucking the sweat out of them and revelling in his taste,
gently chewing at the flesh underneath while he growled and grunted his
approval. Our cocks jostled against each other as I serviced him, my
respectable 8 inches seeming small next to his long tree trunk of a cock,
smearing precum on each other's shafts as they knocked against one
another. Licking all the sweat from his pits, I then moved down to his
chest, licking around each nipple and soaking down the fur before taking
them into my mouth, nibbling and chewing on them. He growled harder, and
brought one hand to the back of my head, holding me down on his nipple.
	"Mmm fuck yeah, chew my nipples you fucker, harder!" I bit down
harder to please him, pulling them as far as I could with my teeth as he
growled and smashed my head down into his sweaty chest. Working them both
into an erect state, I flicked my tongue against each in turn before
pulling back to look at him. His chest was glistening with my spit now, and
his cock was leaking a steady stream of clear precum. He looked at me with
a dangerous seeming lust in his eyes and grabbed my head, pulling it
towards his as we crashed into a hot and heavy kiss. He took my mouth with
his tongue as forcefully as he had earlier, possessively claiming me. Our
tongues jostled against each other, our teeth almost crashing together from
the energy of the kiss. He grabbed my waist and arranged me so I was
sitting on his lap, our achingly hard cocks pressed together as we made out
for several long minutes. I whined needily into his mouth as he forced his
strong tongue into me. He broke the kiss first and, lightly, put firmly,
slapped my cheek, growling at me,
	"Turn around and bend over."
	I hopped off his lap and immediately got an all fours, pointing my
ass at him and sultrily spreading my cheeks, hoping this straight stud
would fuck that giant cock into me. Knowing I was the reason for his
massive erection made me feel so sexy, and his domineering attitude thad
thrown me into full on slut mode. I'd do whatever this sexy Italian
straight stud told me to do, take whatever he made me. I arched my back,
desperately showing off my hairy crack and tight hole, and almost came when
I felt his strong hands on my cheeks, kneading them and pulling them apart,
one big thumb grazing the outside of my ring.
	"Nice," he said again. He moved in closer and I heard him take a
deep breath through his nose. I could feel the hot, wet breath of his
exhale on my twitching anus. "Smells like pussy," he said, before
completely shocking me by leaning in and taking a long, slow swipe of my
ass crack. He must have liked what he tasted, because this straight stud
started going to town on my hole, digging his tongue into me and moving it
in circles, loosening up the tight folds and gently nibbling on the flesh
around the hole, kneading my cheeks the entire time, pulling them apart to
give his mouth better access. The prickly feel of his thick stubble
scraping against my tender asshole was thrilling, as were the animalistic
grunts he made as he ate me out.
	I was moaning like crazy, whimpering and yelping when he reached
particularly sensitive areas. The sensations were so strong I was having a
hard time propping myself up, instead almost falling into the carpeted
floor. He simply reacted by grabbing my waist and pulling me up as he sat
down, effectively creating a seated 69 position, and holding my ass close
against his face. Our new position now meant my aching erection was pressed
tight against the top of his furry chest, stuck between his pecs, while his
massive cock was right at my face level. I eagerly grabbed it back into my
mouth and began deep throating him as he continued to eat me out, never
letting up on his oral assault. By now he had his tongue almost all the way
in to my ass, a good 3 inches of wet muscle squirming inside my loosening
asshole. Having edged myself pretty much up until I came to meet him, I
couldn't hold out long between the feeling of his tongue, the intense sex
sweat we were working up, and the whole scene itself, I couldn't control
myself much longer. I began to whimper at a more frantic pace, groaning
around his massive cock, and in response he began to ram his tongue in and
out at a faster pace. It didn't take more than a few seconds of this for me
to unload completely, shooting a giant load onto his chest, coating the
hair in eight shots of thick white cum. He grunted in surprise, both at the
load and the intense contractions of my hole around his wriggling tongue,
and pulled his tongue out.
	"Holy fuck!" he cried, and quickly grabbed me, spinning me around
so my face was at this chest. "Clean this up you little slut," he growled,
in a tone which wasn't quite angry but was certainly aggressive, dripping
with a hostile lust. I immediately complied with his demand. It was
interesting that he would eat my ass out but couldn't seem to tolerate my
cum on his chest. Maybe it was all part of the game he was playing. I began
to suck my own cum out of his hairy chest, swallowing it down greedily,
getting the chance to worship his chest and work over his nipples
again. Once I had him all clean from my cum, he shoved me off of his chest
got me on all fours again.
	I was shaking in anticipation of his fuck. He didn't ask me, or
even say what he was going to do, but his intention to mount me was
clear. I'd never taken a cock of his size, either length or thickness, and
though I was in utter lust with his monster, I was still nervous and a
little scared. He got on his knees behind me, briefly shoving his tongue
back into me while giving me three of his long, thick fingers to slobber
on, shoving them promptly into my mouth. I slathered my tongue around them,
tasting his sweat and his cigarettes, soaking them in my cummy
spit. Emerging from my wet asshole, he shoved the three fingers to the
hilt, immediately finding my prostate and curling them around it. I cried
out as he found it and began a furious thrusting in and out, accompanied by
an intense stroking of my prostate on every stroke in. I quivered against
his hand, upper torso flopping onto the carpet, pressing my ass higher and
harder into his finger fucking.
	"Ohhh fuuuuck yes!!" I yelled, whining and moaning at his
motion. He may have been straight but he knew what he was doing with a
guy's ass.
	"Mmm fuck yeah you little cockslut, you like these fingers?" he
growled. "You're gonna love my giant fucking cock if you like this. All you
faggots are the same, you'll drop to your knees for any big cock. And you
all love my cock because it's the biggest."
	As he said all of this in a low, sex filled voice, he never ceased
fingering my ass, spreading his three fingers apart further and twisting
them around, loosening up my tight asshole for his mammoth cock. Eventually
he judged me ready and moved around behind me, shuffling forward on his
knees until his cockhead met my winking, sopping wet anus. He grabbed my
waist with both hands, and began to press himself into me. I could feel his
fat cockhead pressing tight against me, the glans smashing flat against the
still tight ring. With a smooth, short thrust he breached me, the fat head
popping through my sphincter and lodging itself into me about 2 inches. We
both groaned simultaneously, him in a low guttural growl and me in a higher
pitched sort of shriek.
	It was incredible, both intensely pleasurable and horribly
painful. He'd loosened me up a fair amount with his rim job and fingering,
but I was still tight against him. This sudden entry caused my asshole to
flutter hard against his head, causing him to growl even deeper and let out
a few "oh fucks" as he waited for me to adjust slightly. Once my mjuscles
had stopped spasming and he judged me loose enough, he began to slowly but
steadily push his way into me. I could feel my tight muscles opening up
before him, stretching to their limits as his super thick cock was being
pushed in. Once he began moving, he didn't stop. I could feel his fat
cockhead meet my prostate and rake directly over it as he continued his
entry. I was breathing short, shallow breaths, trying not to scream at the
pain of it. I felt full enough to burst, and was lost in the searing pain
as he claimed my ass with his monster cock. Finally, after 15 minutes of
slowly pushing into me, I felt his hairy bush tickling my ass, his large
orbs nestling sweatily against my own balls. He leaned his upper body down,
pulling my torso up form the ground and setting me on my hands as he
wrapped his arms around chest and neck, leaning in to my ear to say,
	"You've got the whole thing in you now faggot, how's it fucking
feel?"
	"Uuuunngh it fucking hurts man... your cock is so fucking huge
chef!" I groaned painfully in response, trying to will my ass muscles to
relax and welcome the giant cock. He chuckled at that.
	"You'll fucking love it soon enough slut, be begging to get fucked
hard by my fat Italian sausage!" With that, he began to pull out, wrenching
his cock from my hole and pulling it all the way out.
	"Let's get this fucking going," he growled, thrusting himself back
into me in one smooth motion, slapping his fat nuts against mine as he
fucked me balls deep. He began a fast rhythm of strokes, pulling out until
just his head was lodged inside before ramming it back in the all the way.
	"oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" I started babbling. The pain was still
there but his assault on my prostate was unleashing waves of pleasure in my
still tight ass. I began to push my ass back onto his mammoth trunk,
meeting his thrusts in. He was grunting loud on every thrust.
	"You faggots always have the tightest fucking asses. Feels so
fucking good on my straight cock!" he was growling at me. I couldn't
respond, so lost in the intense pleasure he was giving to me. I swore I
could feel every vein in his thick shaft as he pounded it in and
out. That's when I heard the sound of a key in his door, and froze in
fear. He just kept pounding me, whispering into my ear,
	"Don't fucking worry slut, I just invited a buddy to share your
hole with me. I knew you wouldn't mind."
	I looked up at the opening door to see Ethan, Mike's hot roommate,
just as scruffy and Italian as he was. He had a wide smirk on his bearded
face as he entered, and locked the door, unzipping his pants and unbuckling
them as he came towards me. This