Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2019 20:37:23 -0500
From: faultyfurnace@gmail.com
Subject: Kitchen Coworkers part 1

	I always enjoy morning prep shifts at the restaurant. Sure it means
waking up early, but I have the kitchen to myself, get to leave before we
open, and don't have to worry about the stress of the dinner service. My
morning routine was always pretty much the same; disarm the alarm, brew
coffee, and smoke a cigarette with my first cup before beginning the
day. When I'm sitting out on the porch, I pretty much always take some time
to read a story on Nifty before going inside for a quick jerk off in the
bathroom. We're all pretty open about sexual stuff in the kitchen, and I
know for a fact that several of my hot, straight male coworkers also
relieve themselves in the cramped bathroom, a fact that always adds an
extra thrill to my orgasm.
	I've often fantasized about playing with my coworkers, offering up
my mouth or ass to their horny cocks, or of being the lucky cocksucker to
service them all right there in the kitchen. My head chef is a tall and
lanky Italian stud with a hairy body I could see through his white, sweat
soaked coat and a sizable bulge visible in his black pants. The thought of
him using my mouth to get himself off never failed to give me an erection.
	As I was sitting there on the toilet, jerking my dick and thinking
of the straight studs I worked with, I heard a delivery driver come in the
door. They were the only ones who interrupted me in the mornings, and it
was part of my job to make sure the orders were correct and to sign the
paperwork for them.
	"Hello?" I heard a deep, sexy sounding voice yell.
	"Hold on, I'm in the bathroom!" I grunted, as I brought myself to
orgasm. A few moments later I stifled a moan as my cum splatted into the
water below me. I quickly wiped myself off and pulled up my pants, hurrying
out to take care of the delivery. Opening the door, I saw the hottest man,
a driver I'd never seen here before.
	He was a few inches shorter than me, standing at about 5"9. He had
a broad chest and thick looking thighs, with hairy forearms and a glimpse
of a thick looking pelt peeking from the top of his shirt. His hair was
curly and brown, and he had a thick, trimmed beard on his handsome, button
nosed face. He was smiling broadly at me, his eyes sparkling.
	"You jacking off in there buddy?" he asked.
	"Uh... yeah. Sorry about that..." I managed to get out. My face was
hot with embarrassment. He laughed good-naturedly at me, amused at my
response, the sound resonating deeply from his barrel chest.
	"It's cool man!" he said. "We all do it, right?"
	"Yeah that's true, haha," I answered. His reaction had me feeling a
lot less embarrassed at this point. "Sometimes you just gotta take care of
yourself." He laughed again.
	"Don't I know it! Truth is, I jack off in the truck most mornings
myself," he said, grabbing his package for emphasis, his wedding ring
clearly visible. "I'm just so horny in the mornings, ya know?"
	"Same here man," I responded, now finding it hard to take my eyes
away from his bulge, which he hadn't taken his hand off of yet and now
looked slightly larger. Forcing my eyes upwards, I found that he was
looking right at me, with that same wide smile from before. I'd totally
been caught checking out this straight hottie, but it seemed like he was
into it.
	"Have you jacked off yet, buddy?" I asked him. He shook his head
no. "Well, maybe I could... help you out?" I ventured.
	"Thought you'd never ask man," he said, reaching to undo his
pants. I reached a hand out to stop him.
	"Let me man." He just smiled even wider at that.
	I got to my knees below him, and reached out to pop the button,
pulling down his jeans and exposing a heavily tented pair of gray boxer
briefs, the pouch already soaked with a large spot of precum. I sucked at
the spot, pulling his clothed dick into my mouth. He groaned above me.
	"Fucking suck me man"
	I pulled his underwear down, allowing his 9 thick inches to pop
free, hitting me hard in the cheek as it bounced out. It was a smooth,
perfectly straight column of flesh, easily as thick as my wrist and
emerging from a wild thicket of curly brown pubes, capped by an apple sized
mushroom head and set with two enormous balls, hanging low in a hairy,
wrinkled sac. He was rock hard, but the weight of his enormous erection
made it hang perfectly at 90 degrees from his body. The sight of such an
imposingly large tool on a relatively short man made it all the more
impressive. I took him in one hand, slowly jacking it while I marveled at
how incredible it was. I looked up at him.
	"You like it man?" he laughed, as if he didn't know the answer.
	In response I just grabbed his cock and swallowed about half of it
down in one go. He was so thick, my mouth really had to stretch to
accommodate him. I breathed in deeply as I swallowed him down, getting a
good whiff of his sweaty, funky genitals. I grabbed his heavy balls with
one hand while I stroked the root of his shaft with the other, kneading
them in his hairy sac. He groaned above me, saying,
	"Mmm fuck yeah man, work my balls!"
	I began to pull on them harder, and he groaned lower, one hand
reaching under his shirt to pinch his nipples, and revealing a tight
stomach and firm pecs coated in a pelt of curly brown hair, thickest in the
center of his chest and his belly. His other hand reached out to my head
and began to gently pull me further down his giant cock.
	"Come on buddy, I know you can take the whole thing," he said
encouragingly. I opened wide as I could and tried to relax my throat. I
could feel his enormous cockhead at the back of my throat. I swallowed and
felt it pop in as he groaned even deeper than before, before violently
thrusting all the way in, cramming my nose into his sweaty bush and
breaching my throat with his last 3 inches.
	I could hardly breath, his musky odor and the thrill of the
situation had me in some kind of horny stupor, not to mention the fact that
this straight stud had his enormous cock embedded in my mouth. It was at
that moment that I heard the door to the kitchen close shut.
	"Holy shit!"
	It was the UPS guy, the one who regularly came up.I'd always had a
thing for him. He was in his mid 40s, a tall, former football player
looking body with a bubble butt and chiseled face with permanent 5 o'clock
shadow. He was standing there at the door, a look of shock on his face. My
mouth was still full of the delivery driver's cock, which only seemed to
have gotten harder at the intrusion, but I couldn't pull off of him because
his hands were still holding me down.
	"Hey buddy, you want some of this?" he cheerily asked the guy. I
couldn't believe how bold this guy was. He didn't give a single fuck about
what the guy thought, or what I felt, or what could happen to any of us, he
would still get his nut even if the guy didn't join in. It was scary, and
thrilling, and intensely erotic to me. I could see by now the UPS guy was
tenting his brown pants, a sizable looking erection filling out the
material. He hesitantly stepped forward, reaching to unbutton the pants. I
pulled off of the delivery driver and turned to the newcomer, reaching to
pull down the waistband of his white briefs, barely containing the slab of
meat he had. Pulling it down revealed a cock which looked to be 7 inches
but was at least 6 inches around. The super thick cock tapered slightly to
the large, mushroom head at the top, big around as the base and already
seeping clear precum. I eagerly began suckling on the large head, lapping
up the juice as I swirled my tongue around the pronounced ridge. He groaned
loudly, and began thrusting himself into my mouth. I opened wide as I could
to accommodate his substantial girth, but he still couldn't seem to get the
last couple inches in.
	"That's a thick piece man," said the delivery driver. "He's having
some trouble getting ya down."
	"Yeah, everyone has trouble with it," the guy replied. "But he's
doing a damn better job than anyone else with it," he continued, as he kept
thrusting into me. Hearing that was encouraging, but I also took it as a
challenge.
	I relaxed my throat and repositioned myself to better get him down,
before swallowing as hard as I could and successfully pushing myself down
onto his girthy cock, pressing my nose into his black pubic hair.
	"Oh fuck!" he cried, beginning to lose it as I swallowed repeatedly
on his giant cockhead. "I'm gonna fucking cum already!" he yelled out,
before shooting a series of 6 hefty spurts of cum deep down my throat,
pulling out and shooting on every thrust back into me. As he pulled out,
his deflating cock glistening and coated with my spit, the delivery driver,
who'd been stroking himself watching the scene, grabbed my face and turned
it towards his cock.
	"Here it fucking comes buddy!" he cried as he unleashed a torrent
of cum on my face, thick ropes of pure white cum shooting with force all
over my forehead and cheeks, dripping from my nose and caught in my beard,
the last shots landing in my open mouth. As he gave me the hottest facial
I'd ever had, I came in my pants without even touching myself, aroused as I
was. The UPS guy had already tucked himself away and was zipping up, and
the delivery driver also put his cock away, thanking me in the
process. After I gave my face a quick rinse, I signed their delivery slips,
before they left. I went through the rest of my day as normal, but I kept
chubbing up at the memory of what I'd done, getting completely hard when I
saw my headchef a few hours after the fact.
	When I got back home, I jerked off again thinking about what I'd
gotten away with, and how hot the guys were that I'd been lucky enough to
service, wanting to swallow their thick monster cocks again. I blew another
massive load, and almost immediately fell into a post orgasmic nap. Waking
a few hours later, I checked my phone to see a voicemail from my chef.
	"Watched the kitchen camera tapes. I know what you did this
morning. Don't worry about your job, I deleted the recording. But I'll be
in early tomorrow to deal with you."
	My heart was pounding. What did that mean, deal with me? He didn't
sound angry, just stern, but I had no idea what he was going to do. At
least my job was safe, I hoped... I was just going to have to wait and see
what would happen the next day