Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2008 12:13:18 -0500
From: goodapplebuddy@hotmail.com
Subject: Working Hard 3

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?

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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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