Fast Food
by
Wesley P. Benson
I had worked at this same fast food place for a year and a half, since I was fifteen. And I had gotten to know all the regulars that shuffle in and out. You'd really be surprised at how few non regular people come into a place like this. The same old farts with their coupons and their special requests. The same business men and women who need it fast and usually have no regard for you. The same families, who make you really stop and think about what you're eating when you see them in there day after day, eating nothing but pure junk and thinking it's great! You half wonder if they actually have a home; or do they like live in their cars?
Once in a while a new one will come in, sometimes ya see them once, sometimes for a few days straight and then they just sort of drop off. Some of the guys who come in you must admit are nice and then some of them make you wanna go out of your way for. I like guys older then me, twenty five to thirty five I usually take an interest in. Especially if they're hot of course or even if they're just average but are really nice to me. I remember one time, this guy after coming in two days in a row, I took notice of him. Not a bad looking guy, must have been like thirty. Very neat and clean cut, no suit, but never shabby. And always polite, that's real important. And a nice smile; a cute kind of sexy smile. I liked him right off.
The way I remember it now, it had to be like his forth time in, and that particular day I had front of the house duty, so my job was to clean up the tables, sweep, do the trash bins and of course keep the rest rooms clean. Well, he had come in and got his food, went to a table and was doing his lunch thing. As I was on the floor just sweeping up I happened to notice him out of the corner of my eye. I had not realized it before when he came in, but that day I caught him watching me. He watched as I swept and kept on as I did tables. I thought it was cute, but nothing more. I decided to make some excuse for passing his area, so as to create a chance to say "Hi" . Sort of break the ice.
To my surprise, as I approached his booth, our eyes met. He had finished his meal and was sitting real relax like, with one leg half on the seat and his back to the window. As soon as I got close to him he gave me this 'special smile'. It's not like you can explain it, cause it's a feeling you perceive from the other guy, but you know what's being said by it. You just do, it's natural. To my surprise, before I could say anything he spoke first.
"Hey Chris," he smiled "how's it goin'?"
"OK, sir." I said doubly surprised that he also knew my name. Then when waling past his seat I of course looked down at his crotch. After all it was right there, and I was curious. Let's face it, that's half the reason for my coming by in the first place. Well, his pants were not loose, not skin tight either, but they fit just snug enough so that anyone who wanted to look, could make out his equipment. And from what I guessed by my glimpse, God had been good to the man. I remember that night I had fantasized about him before drifting off to sleep.
He kept coming back, and I kept noticing him, and of course how he was noticing me. Well the next week I was asked to help out in the dinning room even though I was really scheduled for kitchen work. I had gone out to do the mens room. And to be truthful he had sort of slipped my mind cause we had a lot of work to do and I was really caught up in it. I had my little bucket and towel and spay stuff and dashed into the mens room for a quick wipe up, and a smoke of course. I started in, did the dirty work as quickly as I could and was there at the sink just about to light up a smoke while cleaning the mirror and wash area, when guess who walks in.
I don't know if he had been out in the dinning area and saw me go in and followed, or if it was purely a chance meeting, but there we were. I nodded to him through the mirror as he passed me by, and took a place at the urinal. I knew it was taking a chance, but I kept thinking about it as I cleaned and listened to the sound of him pissing. Even bit my lip as I thought of what I wanted to do, but what the hell, right? 'No gut's no glory' my dad says. So I turned my head and yes, I peeked over to see if I could catch a glimpse of his wang.
I saw it alright, and there was no doubt about it, God had been good to him down there. And as payment for my smutty display of peeking over, just as I did, he had finished his pee and noticed me gawking. I turned my head real quick and scrubbed that fucking porcelain sink like it hadn't been done in years. God was I embarrassed! He zipped himself up and then walked towards the door as I scrubbed. Again to my surprise he came up behind me and I felt him place his hand on my side as he stood there behind me. I stood up straight and looked at him in the mirror breathless. I didn't know what was next.
"Is it clean enough for me to use yet Chris?" he whispered with a knowing smile. At first I didn't get what he was saying, because my mind was whirling, I was breathless at the unexpected encounter. And the touch of his hand there on my side, made me sort of swoon a bit.
"Sir?" I croaked. Unable to move, I stared straight ahead, riveting my eyes on his, there in the reflection of the mirror. For the first time I was able to see how much taller he was than myself, and how manly.
"The sink." he chuckled softly. "May I use the sink?"
"OH....." I said feeling like 'dahhh' , and quickly stepped to the side of the sink so that he could wash his hands. I don't know that I had ever felt so stupid in my whole life. I watched him as he stood there and did his thing at the sink. He didn't speak or even look but I could sense he knew I was staring at him stupidly. And yet I did it anyway, like I was in some stuper.
"Always nice to see ya Chris." he said looking over at me with a smile as he dried his hands.
"It was nice to see you too." I grinned. And he sort of laughed. I know, as I said it the words just echoed in my head -- 'nice to see you' -- I should have just said "Thanks for letting me see your meat...." or something else just as dumb.
"You're always really nice." he said before leaving and as he did he brought his hand up and sort of grasped the back of my neck. Guys do that sometimes, but this was different. It felt different when he did it. And as a gesture, it was out of the way. I liked it though.
That week I had lucked out, and managed to get pay day scheduled off. I had come in for my check and was just there waiting, for checks to be given out and talking with some of the girls at the counter. This old fart came in with her grandson, and were there at the counter too. This kid was like four or five and totally wild. Running all over and jumping in place, being a kid I guess. Anyway, while I'm there this kid jump up just as grandma is taking the food tray off the counter and woosh! I have their lunch all over me! Ketchup, soda, burger stuff all down my shirt and jeans. And these were not my work clothes!
So I scurry into the mens room and I'm at the sink when -- yep you guessed it -- that handsome guy comes in. He tells me he had seen the whole thing and felt sorry for me and just thought maybe he could 'help'. I was actually so pissed I didn't think. So now he takes some paper towel and is brushing me down. Then I noticed his hand was on my back and slowly started to inch it's way down to the small of my back and onto my firm hard buns.
"It's alright..." I said getting a little nervous, "...they really aren't my good clothes."
"It's a shame though," he smiled, still running his hand over my jeans, "and they fit really nice." and at that, he looked me right in the eyes and smiled as he ran his hand over my now growing buldge. At that point all pretense slipped away, and we looked into each others eyes, both of us smiling.
"They are...........nice..."he whispered. Now his face was so close to mine that I actually had to sort of fall back. But with his hand on my ass, I wasn't going far. And now his other hand was fondling my now hard cock and balls.
"Oh Wow!" I muttered in a soft whisper. I had attached one hand to the upper portion of his arm for balance, that was the arm he used to support my back as he grabbed my ass. I kept trying to distance my face from his. My other hand was instinctively placed on the hand now kneading my crotch. And he was doing a very good job of it.
"Should I stop?" He swooned softly. Suddenly I was totally impassioned, then with his face just right there -- wham -- my mouth was on his mouth. And in that moment I not only reached, but exceeded ' my point of no return ' . No longer falling back I began instead to pull him closer, and again our mouths met in a hot, long tongue kiss.
"I think we ought to slip into a stall," he said as his hands sort of directed me there. I was so hot by this time that I would have complied with anything he said, anything at all. We darted into a stall and quickly closed and locked the door. With his back to the door, we embraced again and had another long hot kiss, full of tongue. I felt him take my hand in his as we were kissing and he brought it to his crotch allowing me to feel his hot throbbing cock.
Oh yes, God had given him a most magnificent tool. Feeling it through his trousers, though it was still not really hard, there was plenty of meat to be felt there. From that time on, it was as if I had gone on auto-pilot. Like I had gone into some crazed sex frenzy. I had to have his cock and that was all there was to it!
I undid my own jeans and sat down on the toilet 'Indian style' so that no one could see my legs from outside the cubicle. Almost at the same time, I began unfastening his belt and hurriedly opening his trousers. He was wearing boxers, and the sight and thought of them for some reason excited me even more. Then there it was, his pride and joy. And what a joy! Slipping it out of his underwear I gave it a few slow, long, adoring strokes with my hand as my senses slowly venerated every inch of it. It was long, much longer than my own, and thick, with beautiful veins and a magnificent head. I breathed deep allowing all my senses to be filled with the scent of his body.
Looking up at his face for a moment and silently smiling, my mind was full of anticipation. I began stroking my own aching tool as well. Then moving my eyes to the head of his dick again, I stared at it, sort of letting my mouth know what to expect. It was a beautiful throbbing cock head. And I loved it! Unable to wait any longer I moved my face closer to it, and opening my mouth, I began to softly lick at the great purple head. Several times I licked, tasting his maleness, moving my head from side to side so that I could swath every part of it! Then I felt his hand massage the back of my head with a little pressure, sort of beckoning me to take it in my mouth. Closing my eyes I took it in. I felt it there in my mouth, tasted it, swirled my tongue over and around it, savoring each and every minute of my delight. I wanted this hot cock, wanted it all the way down my throat!
Again I felt an urging by his hand as it massaged my scalp, responding to his urges I slowly began the long slide. Taking it in slowly, I swallowed it inch by inch. It was so long! I thought I had taken all that I could but there was still more of it. Then I felt his hand actually pull my face closer to him gliding more and more of it all the way down my throat. I had to stop jerking my own cock and instinctively braced my hands on his body trying to make him stop. But caught up in the lust and the heat of the moment he forced his fullness all the way into me until my nose was buried in his thick pubic bush. I thought my mouth would rip open, my eyes watered and I gagged, a couple of times. Yet hearing him softly groan in pleasure, and knowing I was responsible for giving him that rapture, stirred me on. Suddenly I could take it. I wanted it! He pumped his hips a few times to fuck my now willing face and then began to let me take it in and out at my own pace and ability.
"You're a good boy." I heard him say as I looked up at him. And it made me only try harder. My own cock needed attention just now so I began to stroke again, wailing away at myself as I sucked his dick.
I was bobbing my head over his fullness, again and again plunging his thick hot shaft into my mouth and throat. Working his meat with a steady pumping action. Tilting my head from side to side and teasing it with the flat of my tongue. I made wild and abandoned love to his cock. Then I slid my mouth to the top it and gave his head a good work out. Leaving my own cock I slid my hands up and down the base of his shaft as if they were an extension of my throat allowing my mouth to suck hard on the head and first few inches. I could feel his beautiful head grow and pulse as I teased it. Harder and harder I sucked, until my mouth began to ache from sucking so hard. Then I gathered up my determination and rammed it into my own throat! Forcing my self to take more and more of it in. Again I choked and felt like I would toss my cookies, but I refused to stop until I had taken it all and could feel my chin buff against his nuts.
Now with it buried deep in my throat, tears streaming down my cheeks from gagging, I did my best to pump in and out churning my head from side to side slowly. Unable to take it any longer I let it glide all the way out of my mouth for a moment and licked at the head and shaft again, as my hand rode the length of it.
"Suck on my balls......." I heard him whisper. For a moment I looked up and him, and smiled knowing that I was in complete control. I was the one making him pant. So I complied and reached into his boxers to latch on to his full sac. His balls felt hugh! I didn't realize until I tried to hold them in my hand how big and hairy they were. As I brought my mouth to his left nut, he stroked himself and ran his other hand through my hair massaging my scalp.
I teased his balls with my tongue while sucking them softly, carefully so as not to bruise them. First one ball and then the other. Between times I would lick at the heavy sac, always trying to give him more and more pleasure. I watched too as he brought him self closer to orgasm with each stroke of his hand while I teased at his nuts. But it was his cock that I really wanted, so after a time I brought my face in front of his dick and would lick at the head as his hand stroked it. Forcing him to allow my mouth back on to it.
"Ohhhh Chrissss!!!" he grunted as my mouth returned, then like a wild man, he grasped the back of my head with both hands and fucked my face, filling me again with the full extent of himself. His hips undulated and at the same time he was pulling my head into him. Over and over he fucked me, I gagged and grunted and felt my stomach heave. I was being used and even abused, but I liked it. Just when I felt sure I could take no more I felt him arch his back, throwing one hand onto the cubicle wall to brace himself, he started a low moaning grunt, and I knew this was it.
Again I used my hand as an extension of my mouth and throat and concentrated my sucking talents on the head and tip of his cock. I could taste the acrid, salty pre cum as it oozed out of the giant hole that was his hot cock's eye. And there it was! I got a mouth full of his hot love juice. Again and again it came in hot uncontrollable wave after wave. It shot deep into the back of my throat making me choke again. When still more and more hot cum erupted, I could hold no more and it seeped out from between my lips. Still I slid as much of his cock in and out of my mouth as i could, faster and faster. I was determined to work until he was totally spent!
Now, he leaned against the cubicle wall with his whole weight, and panting in exhaustion, he looked down at my now drenched face, and we both smiled. He was so wasted, it was impossible for him to speak. I knew my job was done. In a few seconds he reached down to my face and wiped away some of the cum I had missed with my own hands. When I was clean enough he bent over and I closed my eyes and we met in a deep tender kiss.
We tucked in our clothes and slipped out of the cubicle. No words passed between us, though we rubbed up against each other while we straightened ourself out. I went over to the sink and washed my face and hands. When I looked into the mirror he was there behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, kissed my neck and asked, "Can your other end take it that well?" My eyes bugged out and we both laughed.
"NO!!" I said to him turning around to look him in the face. He ran his hands through my hair silently for a few moments as we looked at each other smiling.
"Wanna try?" he said with a beckoning smile that teased at me. I thought for a moment and then again we both just laughed.
The End
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