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The Burger King
Stevie looked into those piercing pools of hazel and dived deep into their crystalline depths, as he pulled down those red boxer briefs and started stroking the cock of the man of his dreams and obviously enjoying it. Aaron was getting off on this as much as Stevie, and that was all the encouragement Stevie needed. Aaron, at 19, was only one year older than Steven and his dark brown, styled hair shook with the pleasure he was receiving.
"Oh Stevie, I'm going to cum, man. I'm gonna shoot. Ahhhhhhhhh..."
Stevie's eyes shot open with the images of Aaron shooting still fresh in his mind. It was the early hours of the morning as he lay there on his bed, slowly coming down from the second most incredible dream he ever had within the space of one day. The first dream happened earlier today in the showers. What a day this has been, thought Stevie as he sat up in bed. Bad enough jerking off about it at the gym, but now he was even dreaming about doing it with Aaron. He just couldn't work out what got into him and why he was suddenly so infatuated with his morning shift manager from Burger King.
His morning had started off with a light spar session at the martial arts school to get rid of any last minute kinks before the tournament in the afternoon. While he is changing into his uniform, he gets propositioned as well as a feel up from the very guy he is supposed to be fighting. He ends up going down to the dude because he can't get the vision and feel of the dude's hard, throbbing cock out of his head. On top of that he had to fess up to his karate coach that he has the hots for his competitor and his hormones took over, which is why he took a pounding in the tournament. If that wasn't bad enough, he daydreams in the shower about getting it off with his Manager and coats the shower walls with his jizz. To top it off, just before heading off to work, he practically has a wet dream about the guy again. Can it get any better than this, or is this a typical day in the life of an eighteen year old virgin? Stevie wondered.
Glancing over at the clock, he had just half an hour to have a shower, get dressed, and head off to work. While the breakfast shift didn't start until about 7am, Stevie always liked to get to work just before 4:45am so he could spend some time alone with Aaron. Well as alone as you can get with the maintenance guy there as well, anyway. Not that anything had ever happened when they were alone, much to Steven's regret. But he just liked being the centre of Aaron's attention and that was the best time to have it. Some of his more memorable moments with Aaron were spent in the washroom while filling cloth buckets with warm, sanitised water, and changing the oil in the cooking vats. These were the times before the rest of the crew started, and Aaron was like one of the boys instead of store manager, and he opened up and talking to Stevie like they were best mates. At first Aaron used to kid around that Stevie was trying to get a promotion to Assistant Manager, but he really enjoyed Steven's company in those early hours, too. If Stevie only knew what was going through Aaron's mind.
In record time Steven had showered, shaved, pampered and changed and was standing outside Burger King just as the sun was starting to rise, and the birds in the nearby park were warbling their early morning song. Normally, the maintenance guy was there to open up and let Stevie in, before Aaron had even arrived. The guy normally gets in about 4am, but this morning it was Aaron who opened the door for Stevie.
"Hi stud, looks like I finally get to beat my number one employee!" said Aaron.
"Excuse me?" replied Stevie, not sure if he had heard correctly.
"Ralph called in saying he was sick, so its only you and I here until the shift starts. SO I finally got here before you did. This day has to be added to the Book of world records." Aaron smiled giving Steven a nudge and ushering him into the restaurant.
Greetings were exchanged and the guys began their normal ritual of preparing for the breakfast rush. Stevie noticed there seemed to be something different about Aaron this morning. Every time he looked over at Aaron, it seemed as though he was watching him. Steven put it down to his over-active infatuation with Aaron lately and went to back to work ignoring the stares and feeling of being watched. A couple of hours went by and all that was left before the gang arrived for the shift was to clean out the oil vats. It was not a task he particularly enjoyed this morning as his muscles were a little stiff from competition, but it had to be done and Stevie was the one to do it.
As Steven bent over the vat and began cleaning it out with a cloth once it was emptied, Aaron looked over at his young protege once more. His top half was bent over into the vat, giving Aaron a perfect view of those twin orbs that begged to be pinched and touched and kneaded. It took all of Aaron's self control not to go straight over there and pull down Stevie's pants there and then to worship those buttocks they way they should be. Lost in his dream of rimming those beautiful buns of Steven, he did not know how long he stood there in wanton desire. Next thing he knew, Aaron was standing right behind Stevie. He pressed his hips forward and made contact with the warmth of that mouth-watering flesh. Stevie was startled by the sudden contact and stood up straight, falling back into Aaron's arms.
"Whoa, sorry big guy". Said Aaron, "I didn't mean to startle you. I was just looking to see how far along you were with the vat.
"Ummm, that's okay." Replied Stevie, "I didn't know you were standing there, that's all."
Aaron's arms were still wrapped around Stevie's waist and his hips were still pressed against Stevie's backside. Maybe it was Stevie's imagination, but he was sure he felt something hard pressed up against his buns as well. Was this turning on Aaron? Stevie liked the body contact and did nothing to stop Aaron from holding on. The arms around the waist, the contact of Aaron's hips against him, and the warmth of his breath tickling the hairs on the back of his neck, were all having the desired effect on him as well. Steven wanted those hands around him to work their way into his pants and find the growing hardness, but even this contact was more than Stevie could have hoped for.
Realising that he couldn't hold on to the young stud any longer without making it obvious that he had ulterior motives to just steadying his friend, Aaron grudgingly let go of his hold on Steven. Steven turned around to face his manager and smiled. Aaron smiled back and placed his hands on Steven's shoulders. Steven's muscles were a little tender from the exertion and winced slightly from the contact.
"Hey, you a little tender there? Maybe you better finish with the vat and come over here and I'll get those kinks out of your muscles."
"No, it's alright. I'm just a little tense. It'll go away as the day goes on."
"Bull-crap. I can't have my best employee getting all stiff in the middle of the breakfast rush now, can I? I wouldn't know how to handle it if that happened. So you let me take care of it now for you before it gets too much to handle."
Before Stevie could utter another protest, he was dragged over to the tables and forced to straddle a chair backwards while Aaron rested against a table behind him and began to work on Steven's shoulders and neck muscles.
"Actually after the punishment you took this at the comp today, I'm surprised you even made it to work today at all?"
"How did you know about the comp? Ohhhh. That feels nice. Don't tell me the rumour mill is spreading the word about my defeat already? Ahhhhh!"
"No. No one is talking about it. I was there."
"You were there? You saw my bout? I didn't even know you liked karate? Why didn't you come say hello?"
"I don't like karate as such. Let's just say I have other interests in being there. You looked pretty psyched up before the bout so I didn't want to break your concentration. After the fight you were pretty down, so I thought I'd better leave you alone."
"Next time you come you better make sure you say hello. I'd love to introduce you to my coach, I'm sure you two would hit it off. You guys are the best two friends I have."
Stevie suddenly realised what he was saying and shut up before he blurted out just how much he liked Aaron. It was as though the massaging was breaking down his defences and releasing his inhibitions. It felt better than he ever thought it would, and it was his fantasy guy who was giving it to him.
"This feels fantastic Aaron. Where did you learn to do this? You take a course or something?"
"No course. I've just had plenty of practice. My brother used to play football and I just to soothe his muscles after the game because the nerve in his shoulder used to seize up from time to time. You kind of pick up things along the way about what feels good."
Aaron glanced over the shoulder of his friend while he worked on those muscles and noticed that Stevie was enjoying the massage very much indeed. The front of his pants were tented out and it looked like the beginnings of a wet spot forming at the head.
"Stevie, if you like I could give you a full body massage. Why don't you lie down on the table here and I could work on your back muscles?"
"Okay, you're the boss." Said Stevie, never missing an opportunity to have Aaron's hands upon him.
Steven got off the chair and lay out on the table with his arms and legs dangling off the sides, while Aaron went to work on Stevie's back. The heels of his Aaron's palms worked their way down Steven's back in small circles, taking away the aches of stretched muscles. Lower, and lower those hands travelled until they rested at Stevie's lower back. It had become more than just a therapeutic massage as those hands hovered over Steven's buttocks. To hold those twin orbs in his palms would take both guys to a place where neither would be willing to turn back from. It was the time of reckoning a time where both wanted to give in to their desires, being unaware of the other's lust. Aaron's hand moved over those pert buns and felt the warmth and solidness beneath him. A sigh escaped from Steven's lips as Aaron kneaded those huge muscles as though he was a baker preparing the dough.
Steven felt his hardness grinding against the tabletop, as Aaron worked on him from above. He felt those hands taking him to a new plain for pleasure and he did not want it to stop. But he wanted Aaron to stop working on his arse so he could turn over and show Aaron just how much he really wanted him. He wanted his fantasy man to take his hard member in his hands and bring him to a joyous climax. Then he wanted to get down on his knees and give his boss a blowjob right here in the restaurant where they worked. There was much that both boys wanted to happen, but this was as far as it was going to get for now. The shift crew began arriving and the massage was abruptly halted. Aaron noticed the pulsing member of Stevie's as he got off the table. Seven noticed Aaron's hard phallus as he glanced down at his friend as they made their way behind the counter. In that moment both knew of the other's desire, but for now it would have to wait.
Within minutes of the first arrival, the restaurant began to fill with hungry patrons eager to get their morning fill before the dawning of a new working day. Stevie was assigned to the drive-thru while Aaron hovered around the front counter. Both were too busy to think about the turn of events of the morning even though both wanted to say something to the other, to tell each other know it was okay. Stevie was thinking about how Aaron's hands felt on him as another car pulled up to the window.
"Good morning, can I take your order please?" said Stevie.
"Hi stud. Can I have a burger and a blowjob?" asked the driver.
Stevie's head jerked up as he looked out at the insolent driver. It was none other than George Fragopoulos, the dude who had kicked his butt in the karate tournament, smiling at Stevie's discomfort while groping himself.
"Will you keep it down?" said Stevie looking around worriedly in case one of his co-workers had overhead George's comments. "You'll get me in trouble with my boss."
"Don't worry stud, I've got it all in hand. So you want to give me a blow to start the day for me?"
"Did you just come here to hassle me and get me fired?"
"You won't get fired, believe me. But I've got these free breakfast coupons and I've come here to use them. Having you here is a bonus. I tell ya what, instead of giving me head in front of your friends, you can meet me when you get off work down behind the Christian Brothers College ovals, off Wakefields. I normally do a few laps down there before a workout and you can help me out."
"What makes you think I'm going to even show?"
"You'll show, stud. You want a taste of this." Said George, giving his dick another squeeze. "And if you don't, I'll just have to tell your boss here how much you like my dick."
"You wouldn't dare."
"I won't have to because you'll do what I say anyway. Now get me my breakfast like a good boy and I'll see you later. I'm going to make it worth your while, believe me. Might even be a surprise or two in store for you."
Stevie didn't even acknowledge that last remark and went about filling George's breakfast order. The guy was an insolent prick who thought he could get his own way. No way was he going to show up at the Ovals. George had no proof and it would be just his word against Stevie's. But the rumours would do the damage, Stevie had seen how the gossip mongers had destroyed friendships, reputations and budding relationships. Stevie had to get the upperhand and the only way to do this would be to confront George after work away from his co-workers. He decided to do it after work, but first he had to decide what to do about Aaron. Why did life have to be so complicated?
To be continued..