Date: Mon, 1 Oct 2007 00:38:27 -0400
From: goodapplebuddy@hotmail.com
Subject: Working Hard 1

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.

Mike put his head between his hands and sighed, saying to himself, "what a
night" with a decidedly exasperated tone.  After another night from hell
managing one of America's favorite-neighborhood-corporate-chain restaurant,
he had had enough.  It didn't make things better that Mike was the youngest
and most inexperienced manager (only 20 years old), because he got all the
crappy shifts that none of the other managers wanted-the ones with huge
sales and never enough staff.  "Oh well, at least I have Tyler closing
tonight" Mike thought with a little consolation.  Tyler was one of the
better cooks, as well as one of the better natured ones, and, best of all,
he was one of (if not the only) good-looking cooks.  In fact, Mike had had
a little bit of a crush on him since the day Tyler started at the
restaurant.

Sure, running a restaurant is stressful work, but it has its perks.  For
Mike, the best perk was the eye candy.  What better way to admire the male
gender than to scope out the fine specimens that came traipsing through the
door looking for some nourishment?  And the fact that Tyler was one of the
cooks made the job that much better.

Mike thought about Tyler a lot.  Tyler was a college student and the same
age as Mike.  Tyler had an excellent body that was showcased by his
uniform: broad muscular shoulders and a trim torso that wasn't overly
defined and that tapered in the perfect V shape to a slim waist.  He had
sexy, long brown hair that always seemed disheveled, as well as a constant
5 'o clock shadow (perfect for somebody with a stubble fetish, like Mike).
As a result of the typical gossipy and open restaurant worker, Mike knew
all of the best details of everybody's sex life, including Tyler's.  He
knew that Tyler's icy bitch of a girlfriend had trouble accommodating Tyler
in the bedroom because of size issues.  He also knew that Tyler had shaved
his balls for his girlfriend.  And best of all, he knew that Tyler had just
broken up with the frigid bitch.

In the middle of his end of the day office work, Mike was distracted by a
person at the office door.  It was the host, informing Mike that she had
completed all of her nightly cleaning duties and was ready for Mike to
double check her work.  She was ready to go, and since she was one of the
sassier hosts, she told Mike that if he didn't find anything wrong with her
work within the next five minutes, she would take off.

Mike walked out the office door and to the restrooms to start his check.
He didn't find anything wrong with the women's room and moved on to the
men's.  As he reached the last stall of the men's room, he pushed against
the door.  It was locked.  Knowing there weren't any more customers in the
store and assuming all of the cooks were out back on their smoke break or
cleaning the kitchen, Mike thought "Damn it.  Some little kid thought it
would be funny to lock the door and slip underneath it." Mike peered over
the stall door in an attempt to figure out how to get into the stall, only
to see the bewildered expression of Tyler, sitting on the crapper with his
pants around his ankles and his hand around a rather large and rather erect
cock.

"Sorry.  I didn't think anyone was in here," Mike quickly blurted out, and
turned to leave.

"Wait."  Tyler said quickly.

Mike turned, and asked "What?"

"Nevermind" Tyler answered.

Mike's heart was pounding.  Was Tyler going to ask him to stay?  "Is there
anything I can help you with?" Mike asked rather awkwardly.

"It's just that, you gotta understand, I was out smoking and I realized
that no cigarette is gonna cure the bad case of blue balls I got going on"
Tyler responded through the laminate stall door.

"Like I said, is there anything I can help you with?" Mike asked, bravely
attempting a weak effort at seduction.

There was a pause, during which the blood in Mike's ears pounded.  He had
never been so daring before.  He had never had an experience like this
before.  Being such a workaholic, Mike was a virgin.  Besides, the fact
that he was gay never got around the restaurant.

Finally (and miraculously), Tyler responded "I don't normally do this here,
and honestly I'm having a little trouble."

"Let me in, I'll help you out."  Mike offered.

Tyler unlocked the door to admit Mike, locking it behind him.  It was the
handicapped stall, so there was lots of room.  Mike, not believing his
fortune, looked at Tyler to find the rumors had been true: between Tyler's
slightly hairy and firm college student thighs was a smooth nutsack filled
with two gloriously large balls as well as a 9 inch cut dick.  Not sure
what to say, but convinced what to do, Mike grabbed Tyler's dick and
started stoking slowly.

In surprise, Tyler exclaimed "Hey, now!" which was soon followed by a moan
of pleasure.  Caressing Tyler's balls with one hand and stroking the shaft
with the other, Mike lowered himself to his knees.  He faced Tyler's dick,
head to mushroom-shaped head.  It was truly a thing of beauty, glistening
with pre-cum at the tip and standing tall.

Slowly, Mike lowered his mouth to take the meat lollipop in.  Licking the
head like a natural cock-sucker, Mike slowly began to find a rhythm.
Tyler, not believing the pleasure he was experiencing, said under his
breath "the bitch would never go down on me."  As he got into it, Tyler
began to pump his hips, pushing his shaven behemoth further down Mike's
hungry throat.  Mike almost choked on the massive meat, but determined for
this to not be his last experience with Tyler, he sucked it up, literally.
Tyler's dick, at this point stretched way beyond Mike's tonsils and was
poking the back of Mike's throat.

"Oh shit, I'm coming!" Tyler exclaimed.  Mike could feel the cock start to
jerk in his mouth and Tyler start to withdraw.  Mike quickly grabbed
Tyler's hot ass cheeks and kept him from withdrawing any further as the
first hit of splooge hit the back of Mike's tongue.  As more waves of spunk
filled Mike's mouth, he tasted the sweet nectar and swallowed.  "Man, this
is delicious" he thought to himself.  As Tyler pulled himself out
completely and pulled up his pants, Mike said "It's a good thing I
swallowed.  I would hate to have to clean all of that hot spunk off the
walls."

"By the way, thanks man" Tyler said.  "I owe you one."

"I'm going to have to take you up on that some time," Mike answered.
 
Mike walked out of the bathrooms and back to the office, put his head
between his hands, and sighed, saying to himself "What a night!"

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First-time writer.  I would appreciate feedback at goodapplebuddy@hotmail.com