by Mason Lee
They finally came up for air and Chris said, “Give me a little relief, Dylan.”
Dylan dropped his knees and unbuckled Chris's belt. He slowly unzipped Chris's fly and took a hold of Chris's throbbing cock. He happily wrapped his big lips around Chris's cock, taking more than a sip from the beer can. As he was sucking, he ran his hand up Chris's thigh and over his stomach, lifting his shirt so he could feel Chris's ripped hairy abs. The soft hairs coupled with Chris's muscular tightness made Dylan almost want to cream his pants.
Dylan slurped further down the cock, letting Chris's girth fill his mouth. At this point, spit and precum were dripping down Chris's shaft. Chris moaned his approval. Even though Dylan had seen it the day before, he still could not get over how large and girthy Chris's cock was. Chris's moans became deeper and he exclaimed, “I think I'm going to cum...” Dylan began sucking harder, taking Chris's load into his mouth and swallowing the contents. Chris's spunk tasted warm and sweet going down Dylan's throat. Dylan stood up but before Dylan could even get his balance, Chris was already reaching for his cock.
“My turn,” exclaimed Chris. Chris had a look on his face like a kid who had just been given dessert after eating all his vegetables. Chris couldn't wait to worship Dylan's large cock. He happily started sucking and sucking hard. Dylan tried to steady himself, but it was really no use. Dylan was going to cum and cum quickly. When Dylan blew, it squirted all over Chris's mouth and face. However, Chris seemed happy about it. He smeared it across his face, even taking some of the cum left over on his fingers, lifting his shirt and smearing it across his belly. Chris would walk around the rest of the night, secretly covered in Dylan's spunk. Even though Chris was bi, he was a major bottom.
As Chris and Dylan buttoned up and cleaned up, never one really said much. Dylan was a little in shock about what had just happened so he wasn't sure what to say. Chris just seemed quiet. Obviously Dylan, he had not planned on this either. As Chris buttoned his pants, he turned and noticed a box behind some boxes they had moved before swapping blowjobs. “Dylan, look. Three whole cases of vodka. It was behind those boxes the whole time.” Chris gave Dylan a peck on the cheek and walked out. Dylan grabbed the vodka and went to his bar.
As Dylan began his shift, he noticed Chris had kind of disappeared. He didn't really come out to check on Dylan, like Dylan thought he might Chris seemed to be keeping his distance. Was he already regretting what they had done? Dylan knew sleeping with the boss probably was not the most prudent thing he had done recently, and work life could potentially get messy. They had already done it twice in less than 24 hours However, Chris wanting him just made him hot. Chris was hot. Dylan was used to getting the pretty boys, the fem ones who came to Cape Shoals for the weekend. Also, the occasional confused straight boy, who was usually a few cocktails away from letting Dylan suck his cock. Most probably came out a year or so later. But Chris was so manly, so much hard muscle. At one point, Dylan did notice Chris peering out a window that overlooked The Patio. However, when Dylan looked back, Chris looked away. The rest of the evening went with Dylan and Chris not really talking.
At around 2am, Dylan was getting ready to close his bar. He started counting his tips, and grabbing the leftover bottles to lock up in the storage space. It had been a good night. He got laid earlier, and his tips were more than usual for a Saturday. Dylan was still feeling energetic from such a busy shift. He was about to get throw a shirt back on when Chris came by.
“Hey! So how did your night go?”
“It went well. It was busy tonight.”
“Yeah, it was busy inside as well. It seemed like the whole town came out.”
Chris gave Dylan a sheepish smile. Dylan felt a little awkward not knowing what to say to Chris. Should he try to talk to Chris about everything? Chris didn't seem apt to talk and Dylan decided he really wanted to go home. Whatever he should do, Dylan decided there was nothing he could do about it that night. Dylan finished up his clean-up work, put his shirt back on, and clocked out. As he headed towards the parking lot, he noticed Chris was just a few paces ahead of him. Dylan's side work had taken him a little longer than expected, so he guessed he and Chris were probably the only ones left at the bar. Under the light of a streetlamp, he could just see Chris standing near his car.
“G'night, Chris!” Dylan waved.
“Dylan? Hang on a second...”
Chris walked towards him, looking at Dylan and saying nothing. He just stood there.
“Dylan, it's just...” Chris stopped himself. Dylan had no idea how to react. Suddenly, Chris walked towards Dylan and kissed him hard on the mouth. Dylan melted into Chris' muscular arms, tonguing the inside of Chris' mouth. Really? We're going to do this again? thought Dylan. However, Dylan perpetually wanted Chris. He decided Chris was too hot not to let it happen again.
Chris finally released his hold of Dylan. “God Dylan, you're just so...” Chris began kissing Dylan again. Chris seemed to kissing Dylan out of both frustration and passion, and Dylan was allowing himself to be kissed. However, Dylan decided to be a bold and reached his hand down to touch the Chris' growing package. He began rubbing and slowly unzipping Chris' fly.
Chris paused for a moment, “Dylan, we just can't...” However, then like he changed his mind again, Chris leaned in and resumed kissing Dylan. Apparently, Chris' libido was getting the better of him. Whatever Chris wanted to say, his dick was doing all the talking. Chris released Dylan again, saying, “Fuck me, Dylan. Here and now.”
Chris unbuttoned his pants and leaned over the hood of Dylan's car. Chris' perky ass came out, calling to Dylan like a siren. Dylan really did want that ass. He found an extra condom he had stashed in the car (his “just-in-case” stash) and pulled out his cock. This was going to be quick and dirty. Dylan slid the condom on his bulging cock, already hard from having Chris' tongue down his throat. He slowly slid his cock in Chris' ass. Chris moaned in deep satisfaction. Just like the first time, Chris's ass easily took Dylan's cock. It was a perfect fit. Dylan pumped Chris' ass, while caressing one of his muscular butt cheeks with his hand. Dylan was not sure of the rest of him just yet, but he adored that ass.
“Harder! Harder! I want every inch of that cock inside me!” Chris grunted. Dylan did his best to comply. Obviously, he did not want to upset the boss.
The streetlamps were all pointing away from where Chris and Dylan were in the parking lot. It was dark and the parking lot had long been deserted. This is the third time they had sex somewhere where they could get caught. Dylan was nervous about it the first two times; however, this time he found it really exciting. Know that the hot boss could not keep his hands off of him was exhilarating too.
“Oh yeah, Dylan. Oh yeah!” Chris moaned in satisfaction. Chris had grabbed hold of his own hard cock and was stroking it, trying to get his own juices to flow. He had it pointing down, away from the car and towards the pavement. He was stroking his own self hard. It had been a busy day, and Chris was in need of some serious relief. Apparently, their moment in the storage room had not curtailed his desire.
Dylan came first, with cum spewing deep into the condom. He pulled out and ripped the condom off, letting the remainder cum spew onto Chris' perky ass. Cum rolled slowly down and dripped off his butt cheeks and onto the ground. Chris shot his load not too soon after, his own sticky spunk showering the pavement and Dylan's car. It mingled with Dylan's cum on the ground. Dylan would be driving home with a little bit of Chris as a memento of this encounter.
Dylan grabbed a towel he had in his car and began cleaning up and getting dressed. Chris stood up and began pulling up his pants. Neither one was really saying much. Chris was sheepishly trying to pull himself back together. Once he was reasonably dressed, he turned around and grabbed Dylan to kiss him again. When they finally released, Chris looked at him, saying, “You really are amazing, Dylan.” Chris walked into the night, back towards his car. He got into his car and drove away. Dylan stood there dumbfounded, unable to move for a good minute. What the
fuck was going on? thought Dylan. Chris didn't talk to him the whole night, and when they finally did, they end up fucking. In fact, it seemed every time Dylan and Chris got within five feet of one another, they would fuck. Dylan got into his car and drove home. He had to find out what Chris was thinking.
The next day was Sunday. Sundays were usually Dylan's favorite day to work, especially in the spring and summer. The gay tourists loved to drink up on Sundays, as Sunday T-dances have become such the norm in large cities with gay populations. The crowd was usually in a good mood and the tips were higher than normal. Plus, everyone usually went home by midnight, allowing Dylan to close up early and have a little fun of his own.
Again, Dylan noticed Chris maintaining a distance all evening. Dylan was starting to worry, maybe Chris was regretting everything so much he could not even look at Dylan. Dylan wondered what to do about the whole situation. Maybe Chris did not know how to handle everything either. Maybe the fucking was over. Dylan just hoped Chris did not want to fire him. Dylan tried to put it out of his mind and concentrated on work. It was a busy night. Lots of people were coming by the bar. Edna and Barb were the first of his regulars. It was unusual for Edna and Barb to be here at the Patio on a Sunday.
“Hey Dylan! How's it hanging? Barb wants her usual, and I want one of those Long Island iced teas everyone seems to be drinking tonight!”
“Hi, Edna. Hi, Barb! Nice to see you out on a Sunday!” Dylan pulled out two glasses and started pouring drinks.
“Well, my wife had been pestering me to come visit ASAP! We wanted to see the new manager. ” Edna continued talking. “We heard he was some big muscle jock. Sounds like another straight guy. I hope he's being nice to you, Dylan!”
“So far, we're getting along.” Of course, Dylan was not going to tell Edna and Barb that they had been getting along so well because Dylan's cock has been in Chris' ass half the time.
“Well, that's good! We're glad to hear it. Nice seeing you, Dylan!”
Dylan moved down the bar and saw Jim, Harry, and Wes were together at the other end of the bar, opposite from Edna and Barb. Dylan felt like he always saw them together, like some sort of three-way relationship, only he was pretty sure they were not having sex.
“Hey boys! What's new?” said Dylan. Dylan began fixing more drinks. Jim, Harry, and Wes were stalwarts, who ordered the same thing every night, no matter the specials.
The three of them each took turns mumbling, “Hey, Dylan!”
“So, ” said Harry, “how's the new manager? I caught a glimpse of him when we walked into the bar. Man, he's hot! I don't think there's an inch of that body not covered in muscle!” Jim and Wes nodded in agreement. “How's he treating you?”
“So far, we've been getting along. He seems like a nice guy.” Again, Dylan thought the less said the better.
“Well, we'll glad to hear it! And man, what a hottie!” said Harry. Dylan smiled at the guys and continued taking drink orders. The rest of the evening went well, and Dylan kept busy.
At around 11:30 that evening, Chris finally popped by the Patio for the first time.
“Hey, Dylan! I heard you usually get done early tonight. Is it possible we could do a brainstorm session tonight? I know it's late, but I really want your ideas. And we should probably talk.”
“Sure.” Dylan was a little taken aback by Chris's breezy tone, like they had not been sleeping together all weekend. He was planning to grab some tacos from down the street, drink some wine, and go to bed, but he was curious what Chris wanted. Plus, the idea of spending more time with Chris still appealed to Dylan.
“Is my place still okay for you? Anyone else is probably going to be closed now.”
“That should be fine.”
“Great! Leave everything here. I'll drive and drop you back here when we're done.”
At midnight, Dylan grabbed his shirt and met Chris in the parking lot. They silently drove together to Chris's house. Dylan wondered for a moment if Chris would decide this was too complicated. Maybe this was his way of letting Dylan down easy. While Dylan didn't really want a relationship, he would not mind regular access to Chris' ass. Chris lived on the third floor of a beachfront condo. It was a little past its prime, but an ideal location.
“Home sweet home!” said Chris as he opened the door. He took a step back and let Dylan walked in first. Dylan took a minute to look at the ocean view from Chris' window. He never got tired of watching the ocean.
Chris plopped himself down on the big brown couch in the living room. “Here.” he said. “Let's get comfortable.”
Dylan sat down on the couch right next to Chris. Chris was still wearing his polo shirt with the bar's logo and a pair of well-fitted jeans. Dylan couldn't help but notice Chris' body.
“So, Dylan, my main ideas are to create some new drink specials, maybe start advertising in one of those gay magazines. Is there a good one in town? What do you think?”
Were they really going to talk about business first? All right, thought Dylan. I'll play along.
“I like the idea of some drink specials and ads or two would be nice. I often see the same faces at the bar over and over.” As Dylan sank into the couch, he could feel himself being pulled closer to Chris. Being so close to Chris was really turning him on again. Chris looked like he was about to say something else, but stopped himself. “Something wrong?” said Dylan. Here it comes, thought Dylan. Dylan took a deep breath and held it.
“Dylan, I have to level with you. I really wanted this to be a professional meeting. I really need an ally like you at this job. Some of the ladies who work with us seem really pissed I'm here. Apparently, they still have some allegiance to Raul, although I'm not sure why. Maybe they were getting kickbacks. However, every time I see you, I think sex. After what happened in the storage room last night, I was afraid to walk by your bar because I wanted to be concentrating on work and not your beautiful cock. I figured I'd be a good boss after that and at least say hello. Then I saw you last night leaving, and I just remembered your hot cock in my ass, and it happened all over again. You really are the best lay, Dylan. I didn't mean anything like this to happen. I never thought I'd be a boss who slept with his employees. You see, I broke up with my girlfriend like a year ago, and dove into my job. I haven't dated much since then, or gotten laid by anyone of either sex. I know I've been pretty bold with you. The first time was intentional, I really wanted you. However, then I just couldn't stop. That's what happened in the storage room and the parking lot. Even now, I can't pretend that just sitting here with you isn't getting me really horny.”
Chris reached into Dylan's shorts and tugged on the cords tied neatly into a bow. His shorts came loose and Dylan's cock fell out. Chris slurped it up like it was his last meal before the electric chair. Dylan had never had anyone work his cock so diligently. Chris seemed to enjoy getting Dylan to cum as quickly as possible.
“Slow down.” ordered Dylan. “I'm on the verge of....”
Dylan felt a rush as a mound of cum gushed to the surface and into Chris's mouth. Chris had ignored Dylan's request and actually began going at his cock faster. Chris swallowed gleefully. “Remember, I'm the boss. And I want you relaxed for round 2.”
Dylan watched his boss strip down and reveal his muscular pecs, abs, and that beer can sized dick. “Eat my ass, Dylan.” Dylan got naked and his boss got on the all fours facing away from the couch. Dylan buried his face and tongue into Chris's ass. It was a little salty from sweat, but nice and clean. Chris had such a great ass, so round and muscular Dylan had licked his share of asses, but none were quite as satisfying as Chris's. Dylan rubbed his hand around Chris's muscular cheeks with just a touch of peach fuzz around his hole. As he continued licking, he took a hold of Chris's cock and began stroking it. “Oh Dylan,” Chris moaned. “You're hitting all the right spots.” Dylan continued stroking Chris's cock with his tongue buried in Chris's asshole. Chris moaned deeper, Dylan could feel the vibrations coming from Chris's stomach. When Chris finally came,
he gushed cum all over the couch. It was almost as much cum as had flowed out the first time. Even after letting loose what seemed to be every ounce of sperm inside him, Chris didn't seem like he was ready to slow down. “Ready for round 3?”
Dylan got up onto his knees. “You're wearing me out.”
Chris grinned “I want to make sure I get to have every tablespoon of your cum available to me.”
Dylan couldn't help but smile back. “Do you have a condom?”
“In my pants pocket. I snagged a new one on the way out of the bar.” Dylan reached for the condom and ripped open the package with his teeth. He proceeded to put it on himself.
“I can't wait to have that huge cock inside me again,” said Chris. Dylan slid his cock into Chris' eager asshole. It was so tight and felt good as Dylan buried his cock into Chris' ass. Dylan wondered for a second how the guys at the bar would react, knowing he had access to that ass any time he wanted it. Dylan pumped faster and faster. Chris never seemed to wince in any pain at Dylan's giant cock. Somehow, Chris' ass seemed built to take Dylan's nine inches, like Chris had been training it. Chris and Dylan fucked on the couch for another hour and a half. Dylan came twice, Chris's tight hole hugging his cock. Dylan didn't think he had that much juice in him after all the sex they just had. Dylan pulled out and slumped back into the couch. Dylan was spent; Chris was exhausted as well.
“Dylan, if we had employee of the month, you'd be it,” said Chris, naked and still sticky with cum. “Help me at the bar, fuck me a few a week, and you've got a job as long as I'm there. I don't care what anyone says.” Dylan and Chris kissed on the couch. Man, thought Dylan, who knew fucking the boss would be so rewarding?
Chris got up and began cleaning himself off. He looked at Dylan again. “Is it okay if we keep this casual, Dylan? I like you, but my life is really messy right now.”
“Yeah sure.”
“Feel free to date around. I mean, you're hot, Dylan. And talented. You probably shouldn't be tied to one guy. You could probably get anyone you wanted.”
