Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2020 21:39:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: ambrosechillingworth@yahoo.com
Subject: The New Dishwasher Part 2

This story is completely fiction. Any similarity to real life is completely
accidental and unintentional. Standard disclaimers apply. This story also
has unprotected sex. That's fine in fantasy but real life should be taken
seriously.

The New Dishwasher Part 2
By AEC

The restaurant was closed two days a week: Sunday and Monday. I was
thoroughly depressed by Sunday morning as Trevor had barely acknowledged me
in the two days since he had put me in my place Thursday evening after I
met him. I had been walking around with half a chub in my pants since that
encounter and I was jerking it like a teen boy. Last night I excused myself
to the bathroom three times to jerk off. Trevor just had that affect on
me. Watching him work had the same affect as porn does: seeing a thin strip
of smooth pale skin as he stretched up to put away a pot. Or admiring his
perfect jeans covered ass--it wasn't a bubble but a good firm, sculpted
ass, that looked like it should be on display in a museum--as he bent to
pick something up. Well, my chub would go to raging hard on and I would
have to go to the bathroom for some release.

He was killing me. I was hoping for a repeat of what happened in the
bathroom be he seemed to have lost interest in me already. But I couldn't
get him out of my mind. His body. His voice. His attitude. Not to mention
his smell. I had woken up more than once during the nights that followed to
find myself humping my bed with the memory of his rancid teen foot funk
overwhelming me. The rank smell was like the finest perfume to me. The
taste, salty, just a bit sour, with the undertones of dirt and filth
accumulated from fuck only knows where. He was like some mythical flower:
you know the type, the ones where you take a bite and you are hooked, your
every desire turns to consuming more of the blossoms, and if you don't the
longing will drive you mad; that's what Trevor was, he had given me one,
tiny sample, of his godliness and now he was going to refuse me, drive me
completely mad with longing.

Last night only proved that. They were getting ready to close for the night
and I was heading out. I made my rounds saying goodnight and wishing them a
good weekend. Trevor was the last, standing alone in the dish pit, he had
his hand stuffed down the front of his jeans giving himself a good scratch
as fresh water filled the sink. I froze on the spot mesmerized by the sight
before me. Sure guys scratch their nuts all the time but seeing Trevor
standing there, displaying his masculinity--that 'yeah I have a cock and
balls and I'll scratch them if I want too' quality that alpha males
have--was almost to much for me. My dick was painfully hard, and I was just
trying to keep myself from cumming. I was afraid to move fearing any type
of friction on my dick would cause me to fill my underwear with semen. But
I must have made a noise of some kind because Trevor lifted his head and
shot a glance my way.

"Hey boss, I'll be finished in twenty minutes tops. I don't know why the
old chick couldn't get them out of here faster than she did," and the
entire time he was talking to me his hand remained inside his jeans. He
must have had a serious case of the itchies or he was just playing with
himself. "Boss?" He asked, sounding confused as to why I hadn't responded
to him. I finally drug my eyes away from his crotch and looked at his
face. I was drawn in first by the beauty of those bright green eyes and
then to his smirk. He wasn't scratching himself, or playing with himself--I
mean he was physically--but he was playing with me, reminding me that I
could look but not touch.

"Night, Faggot," he said and turned back to his sink and his dishes. I fled
to restaurant and was seated in my car in only a few seconds. There was a
chance that an employee could come out the back door, but it was dark, and
I was desperate. I popped open my jeans, fished my hard cock out of my
underwear, and if took me two strokes to spray cum all over myself. I drove
home in shame, covered in cold and drying cum, and couldn't think about
anything other than Trevor.

So, like I said I was pretty depressed by Sunday morning. And hornier than
I had ever been in my life. That's why I finally agreed to a date with
Dave. He was a supplies salesman, or was, I couldn't exactly remember what
he said he was doing now. The bottom line was he was no longer a supplier
to the restaurant and I didn't feel guilty using him for his dick. Which I
desperately needed. We agreed to meet at the movies--a bit juvenile I admit
but it would be dark and if not to crowded I'd have my first load of the
day safely stored in my stomach before we even left the theater--before
heading to an early dinner, or directly back to his place and his bed.

I gave myself a final check in the mirror. Not bad. My light brown hair was
styled, as much as it could be since it was so short, I just left enough on
top that a guy could get a good grip if he wants. A nice shirt, nothing to
flashy, but tight enough to cling to my slim body. And a pair of tight
jeans that hugged by bubble butt. I had a nice ass I thought and the guys
that plowed it seemed to like it. Good to go I decided and headed out to
get some cock.

The mall was pretty crowded when I got there but it didn't take long to
spot Dave. He was six foot four inches, muscled, and black. I couldn't wait
to be ridding his dick.

Dave threw an arm around me squeezing me to his side and gave me a peck on
the cheek.

"Hey babe, I got our tickets, you need anything from the concession stand?
Or you wanna head right in? I think it's going to be pretty crowded."

I looked around trying to judge the crowd. It was pretty heavy and since
there were only two movies starting soon I had to guess most were there for
the action flick not the new kids movie. And that's when I noticed a group
of about ten teenage boys loitering off to the side of the concession
stand. They ranged from age, I would guess, of about thirteen to
eighteen. They were all in basket ball shorts and shirts and all looked
fairly sweaty, hot, and exhausted. But what really caught my attention was
the dark sweat drenched hair, slim muscular body, and divine ass of one of
the boys. His back was turned but I didn't need to see his face to know it
was Trevor.

"Lets go right in and get a good seat," I said hurriedly to Dave. He
dropped his arm to my waist and guided me to the theater entrance. As we
waited in line to handover our tickets a took a last look around. Trevor
was staring at me. He didn't look happy. He didn't look angry. It was more
of an assessing look. But it depressed me even more than I had been. It
felt like I had betrayed him. I quickly looked away and was ushered into
the theater. We took a seat towards the back and got comfortable but I
couldn't get the look on Trevor's face out of my mind. So much for blowing
off some steam with a good fuck. If anything I felt worse than I had before
I left to come here.

About five minutes later the group of teen boys came in. Rambunctious and
loud like only carefree teenagers can be. Trevor came in last and took an
aisle seat with his friends. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and since
the movie hadn't started I took it out to check. It was a text message from
an unknown number. That's weird as hardly anyone has my personal phone
number. I unlocked it and pulled up the message.

'When I go to the bathroom you follow faggot'

I had no idea how Trevor got my number but I had no doubt the message was
from him. A thrill of excitement ran through me as I stuffed my phone back
in my pocket. The movie started and I waited anxiously for my cue to go to
the bathroom. Finally about twenty minutes into the movie Trevor--who I had
been watching, I couldn't tell you anything about what had happened in the
movie so far--stood and walked out. I waited maybe a minute after he walked
by.

"Bathroom, feel a bit off," I whispered to Dave as I quickly made my way to
the bathroom. The men's room was large, probably about fifteen urinals
lined up opposite the sinks. With twenty stalls deeper in. And as far as I
could tell completely empty. I didn't want to call out in case someone else
was in here so I crouched down and only saw one set of legs in the farthest
corner stall. I quickly walked over and knocked on the stall door,
"Trevor," I whispered.

"You came," he stated. Still that blank assessing look on his face. He
stepped back and motioned me into the stall. As I stepped by him I was
overwhelmed by teen boy funk and my cock went hard. He closed and locked
the door. He walked up to me and looked up into my eyes. I was five eleven
to his five eight. He didn't say anything just looked into my eyes. Then
without warning he brought his knee up and kneed me, hard, in my nuts. I
dropped to my knees clutching my junk in agony.

He grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look into his eyes.

"Who is that handsy guy you are with faggot?"

"Just a guy that I met that wanted to take me on a date."

"You're on a date faggot?"

"Yes," he just stared at me for a moment before his mouth set in a hard
line. He jerked me up by my hair. Spun me around and bent me over the
toilet positioning my hands to brace on the back of the toilet. I could
smell piss. I looked down to see the toilet bowl was filled with fresh
still foamy dark urine. I could only assume it was Trevor's and my cock
that had deflated because of pain perked right back up. Trevor grabbed hold
of my jeans and yanked them down until my ass was exposed.

"Free balling," Trevor said, a nasty edge to his voice I hadn't heard
before, "faggot must have planned on getting its pussy pounded."

He slapped first one ass check then the other. The two blows were hard and
vicious. I whimpered at there stings. I couldn't believe what happened
next. I heard a rustle and then Trevor spit. He thrust forward and started
humping my ass crack while taking firm hand holds on my hips. I started to
moan gently which caused he to pull back. I thought I fucked up but then he
pulled my cheeks apart and I felt cool air on my exposed hole. I tried to
peak over my shoulder but his hand stopped me.

"Eyes forward faggot you don't get to look at me."

Properly chastised I kept my eyes forward or on his piss floating in the
toilet below me. He pulled my cheeks apart again and I felt him rubbing his
cockhead on my hole. I was hard as a rock, bent over in a toilet stall
reeking of teen boy piss and teen boy funk, and I loved it.

"Do you want me to fuck you faggot?"

"Yes Sir."

"Then what part of 'you belong to me' did you not understand? You think
this ass is public property?" He gave me another hard slap to my ass his
cockhead still rubbing gently on my hole.

"No Sir. It's yours Sir. This ass belongs to you Sir."

"So you weren't going to let that black guy fuck you? You weren't going to
get on you hands and knees and beg him to fuck you like some cheap whore
with his big black dick?"

I didn't know what to say. What could I say? He obviously knew why I was
with Dave. Knew what I wanted from him. What I needed.

"Sorry Sir."

He sighed still holding my cheeks apart so that he could watch his dick rub
my hole.

"Here's the deal faggot I'm not going to force you to do anything. But I
don't share. At least not with guys I don't know and don't trust. So if you
want this dick you make the choice. No more dates. No more guys. You belong
to me. So you decide. My dick? Or his dick?"

It wasn't even a choice, "Your dick Sir. I belong to you Sir." Without
warning he rammed forward. Fuck it hurt. He hadn't prepped me at all and he
felt massive. I probably would have screamed if he hadn't clapped his hand
over my mouth. He went all in on one, basically dry, stroke and I felt his
balls slap against my taint. And then he started using my ass. That is what
he was doing. Using my ass. Fast, hard, powerful strokes with no regard to
my pleasure.  But it didn't take long before my moans turned from pain to
pure unadulterated pleasure. He let go of my mouth and hip and hooked his
arms under mine to grip my shoulders as he laid on my back and pounded my
hole.

"You disappointed me today faggot," he whispered in my ear. I just
whined. It is all I could do. I was overloaded. The fucking he was giving
me was hard and brutal. His sweaty pits were close enough to my face now
that their funk was burning my eyes. With the smell of his piss drifting
up. The way he was laid over my back I was drowning in him. He had control
of all of my senses.

"You ever disappoint me like this again and I cut you off. You will lose
the best dick you ever had," he said with a particularly vicious thrust and
I felt him unloading in me. He thrust a few more times then lodged himself
as deep as he could and finished coating my insides with his teen cock
snot. We were both drenched in sweat. It was running off his face down my
neck where his head rested. He finally pushed himself off me and stood
straight his cock still softening in me.

"Eyes forward faggot," he ordered again, "you haven't earned the privilege
of actually seeing my cock yet." Far more gently than I expected he pulled
his cock from me. I felt empty. Used. But content. I really did belong to
him.

End Part Two

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