Been wanting to write this pairing for a while. Just had a bit of writer's block on how to go about it. Hoping to get more written soon as well as with Sweet Bi Magnolias.
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Characters of "Sweet Magnolias" belong to Daniel L. Paulson Productions and Netflix. This is a fan-made fictional story between fictional characters. This story is between two adult men.
Isaac Downey glanced up at the security camera in the kitchen for the 100th time. The quiet chatter in the back of Sullivan's consisted of Dana Sue's unease blanketing the entire restaurant. The still youthful adult wondered if he would've been fired had those cameras had been set up a few months earlier. After finishing his shift he headed home in a hurry. By the last 20 minutes his cock was hard, pressing painfully against his underwear. The man scampered into his apartment, quickly loosening his chef coat and opening his pants before falling on his couch. He hooked the waistband of his jockstrap underneath his hairy sack. Freeing the healthily thick 8 inch rod of meat. The deep purple head glistened as the dark foreskin slowly pulled back.
Isaac sighed as gripped his cock.Lately he couldn't stop thinking about what happened just before Brad was fired. On a couple occasions the young dishwasher had caught Brad Wellington, the former head cook, stealing a few swigs of Dana Sue's high end liquor. He'd always go "Don't worry, just us boys here," as their boss had left the closing to Brad and Isaac was usually catching up on dishes. Brad wasn't that bad looking. He had a strong masculine presence and was definitely taller than Isaac. He stroked his cock as he thought about that one night in particular.
Dana Sue had left for the night early, one of her margarita nights with the girls. Brad had downed a lot of expensive whisky soon after she was gone. Isaac could feel there was something different with the cook that night. He could feel the man's eyes boring into him. Suddenly the dishwasher sensed the man behind him.
"I've seen you looking at me," Brad had whispered, a little drunkenly, into Isaac's ear. The man groped the younger male's plump ass. "Looking at me like some cock-hungry little fag." The groping fingers dug deep into pert ass. Isaac gasped in shock. The man reached up and around to the younger's front. After a moment of complete silence, the sound of ripping fabric filled the kitchen. Brad had ripped open Isaac's coat. The man ground his rigid bulge against the young ass. "If you were a girl, I'd at least have taken you home." The man then pulled down Isaac's pants.
Isaac moaned loudly as he stroked his cock. He took a break from the memory to fantasize about how Brad looked in just underwear. The former dishwasher thought that his ex-boss probably wore boxers. Loose, baggy, silky boxers that his cock probably flopped out of the crotch constantly. There had been a few accidents in the kitchen that forced Brad to take off his chef coat and remove the tank top underneath. Isaac groaned at the quick memory flash of Brad's naked muscled torso at work.
"I know you dreamed of this," Brad had said louder than necessary into Issac's ear. "I even bet you wish you was a girl right now, so I'd get you nice and pregnant." With that Brad had undone his own pants, his veiny 8 inch white cock throbbed in between the dishwasher's smooth ass cheeks. "Damn, you're even smooth back here." The cook humped his shaft into the split crack. "That's right fag, you're gonna get what you've been silently begging for." The cook lifted the dishwasher's coat. "I'm gonna butter your fat muffin." Isaac squeaked in surprise as hot, melted butter was poured over his ass. Brad tipped the small cup over both his cock and the man's ass. When he was satisfied with the amount of improvised lube, he aimed his cock at the juicy hole before him. Without any more thought or words, Brad plunged his 8 inches into Isaac.
Isaac groaned at the memory of Brad's cock filling him up. His own cock now slick with precum having oozed over his foreskin, spread by his jerking fist. His other hand reached up and pinched a pert nipple. The man moaned. He propped a leg on the coffee table. Lifting his ass up off the couch. Eager to be filled once again.
"Oh! Fuck me!" Isaac spoke for the first time. More of a shout really. "Fuck me, Brad!" He arched his back and pushed his ass out. His pants still around his thighs kept him from doing more.
"That's right faggot! Beg for my cock!" The drunk cook gripped the younger man by the hips. He bucked wildly, pulling out just over halfway then slamming back in. His nuts pulled tight. The inebriation kept him from cumming. The two kitchen staff fucked like this for 20 minutes. Isaac's own 8 inch cock drooling precum on the tiled floor. He would be stroking himself if he didn't have to brace against the sink. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Brad would shout when he thought he was close. Isaac hadn't filled like this since he left home. The cook was growing tired, he let his chest fall on the dishwasher's back, still fucking irratically. Feeling the body heat pressed against him, it didn't take Isaac long to reach his climax. His ass clenched tightly around the thrusting cock. While he shot 5 strong ropes of cum across the floor beneath the sinks. His voice choked in his throat as his body tensed up. This is what Brad needed to push him past that drunken barrier. In a drunken stupor, the man flooded the younger's ass with hot spunk.
Isaac replayed that climax in his mind over and over. Focusing on Brad cumming inside him. Stroking his cock faster and faster. He was close to his orgasm. Then the memory of Kyle being in his apartment. So innocent. Teaching him to kiss. Giving him his first blowjob. His eagerness for me. "Fuck! Kyle!" Isaac shouted. Then he remembered Brad pulling out and making him clean the still hard cock. Cum erupted from the throbbing cock. Some fell on his uniform, most on his hand and pubes. "Damn," he sighed. It's been a few weeks since he thought about Kyle that way. Thinking about it, he hadn't really talked with the teen about it or his crush on Annie for a while.