Happy Meat E7 | If it's just amongst us guys, it's okay to bust a load at work
Everyone is over the age of 18
--------------------------------------------
Thank God by the time Silas came back with the manager, I was at the tail end of my shift.
I know I made a deal with Dante, but I wouldn't be able to look Silas in the face and not blurt out the fact that I caught his girlfriend taking our coworker’s cock.
As life’s humour would have it though, I was scheduled to work with Silas the next day, without Dante there. I'm not a religious man, but it felt like one of those moral challenges that the big man throws at you.
Dante fed you a fat load. That doesn't mean you have to keep his dirty secret. That's not your burden to carry.
But…it's not your place either to tell him.
Who's going to tell him then?
“I'm so happy Maria is here. Feels so good to cuddle again while we sleep, you know?” Silas tosses a package of buns at me. It skids across the counter from the careless way he chucks it.
“Yeah, sure,” I say. It's hard to look him in the face.
“Hey yo, since you're gay, are you the big spoon or the little spoon? You're tall as hell, so the big spoon? But you like it up the ass…”
I raise my eyes to see if the other line cook is listening to us while I slice the tomatoes.
“You worry about him? He got his hearing all fucked up from working with heavy machinery or something. Deaf as a post. Stephen! Yo! Stephen, how's your wife's kitty these days?”
Stephen lifts his head and smiles, nodding like he did understand what was said but everyone knows he didn't. He goes back to cutting onions with a wave, and then suddenly Silas is right in my face.
“You know when you're big spooning a girl… or someone… and you get that morning wood? And you just want to stick it in?” He pretends to lick his hand and illustrate inserting himself in.
“Sure, yeah,” I say, watching my Latino coworker grind his hips. Being as animated as he is, he always goes all the way with his demonstrations.
“I tried it that morning but she said she wasn’t ready, so being the gentleman that I am, I went down on her.”
“Ah.” Gross. I focus on my tomatoes again and slice as Silas leans on the counter.
“And she's all like ‘Papi! Yes, Papi!’” Even his voice changes pitch to match his performance. “And I'm like, fuck yeah, she's about to let me knock her up, right?”
“Sure.” As gay as I am, thinking about his angular face eating sloppily still does something for me. I mean, what's sexier than a man who loves what he does?
“Cause I've been saving up all week for her to come. Fucked her as soon as we got home from the airport. But you know me, I'm not a one and done kind of man.”
3 times, if I remember correctly.
Once in the air.
Second time in my mouth.
Third time in my ass.
When I went home that night, my underwear was lined with both of my coworkers’ cum. Now having swallowed Dante’s cum once, I know that it's Silas’ seed that's more watery and liquidy. Dante has more of a thick body sort of goo texture to his jizz.
“But she ain't let me tap it since,” Silas says. “So I'm down there,” he puts his tongue between two fingers, “giving her my best work so she'll cum first. Butter her up, you know what I’m saying? And then I choke on a damn hair.”
“Dude!” I put down the knife because even the tomato is unappetizing now.
“Tell me what the fuck this is.”
“Dude!” I say in a hush whisper as he pulls a single strand of pubic hair out of his uniform’s front pocket. “Oh my god, we make people's food here!”
“Whatever man, this is all junk anyway.” Silas brushes me off. “This ain't mine. I keep my bush buzzed. And it ain't hers either. She knows I like it nice and tidy.”
The pubic hair is thick, coarse and curly.
Looking at it makes me place it, in my imagination’s eye, right in Dante’s overgrown bush.
“She said it's from her head but Oli, tell me this isn't a fucking pube.”
“Uh…”
Silas’ face drops all hints of humour as he stares into me.
He knows.
“You see Dante with Maria hanging out yesterday while I was gone?”
Say no.
God, it's hot in here.
Say no. You made a promise.
“I think I’m going to take my break,” I say.
“Good idea. Stephen!” Silas bangs on the counter loudly and makes a gesture at our coworker.
Fuck! I make my way out the back door, with Silas following closely behind. The cool air helps calm me down, but I know I can't escape the conversation.
“So you saw them together or not?”
“I saw them talking. She was here all day.” I choose my words carefully.
“That asswipe wouldn't do something like that, would he?”
“I… don't know him that well,” I say. “Can you put that away?” I look at the strand of black hair in between his index finger and thumb. “I mean… it really could be just her hair.”
He puts it back in his pocket, and then shakes his head. “I'm losing my fucking mind, Oli. What's the point of coming to visit me if we ain't going to bang every second we can?”
“I’m sure she wants to,” I say. Just with someone with a bigger cock than you.
“I'm more fucking blue-balled now than when she wasn’t here.” He kicks the dirt. “You know what, fuck this.”
“What are you doing?” I watch him stand up and walk over a tree.
Oh. His elbows move as he unbuckles his pants and pulls them down. His tanned bubble butt hangs over the belt line as he spits on himself.
“A man's gotta clear his head. Both of em.”
“Yeah, ok.” Should I go back inside…?
“Oh fuck, I need to cum bad,” Silas groans, and there's an audible tension in his voice as his shoulder moves. “You can guess that this morning didn't end well.”
“Yeah, I bet.” His smooth asscheeks clench and unclench.
“Fucking bitch. She had her finish too. I wasn't accusing her of nothing. I just wanted an explanation of how the hair on the top of her head made it all the way down there.”
His cheeks clench again as his shoulder accelerates, and it excites me to know he's about to climax.
But, he slows down again with a frustrating sigh. For a man that is self proclaimed backed up, and I know is quite easy to make cum, he seems to be having some trouble today.
I don't blame him. He's got a lot on his mind and he doesn't even really know the worst of it yet.
Help him.
Silas pulls his pants down all the way to his ankles, and spreads his stance. With another lick of his hand, he goes for another try.
I can't tell him the truth. It’ll destroy him.
“Seriously, man. If your boyfriend came to visit you once every 3 months, would you not want to get pounded all day every day while he's there?”
“Yeah, probably,” I say. “And if I can't take it that much, I'd at least suck him off.”
“That's what I'm saying!” His free hand adds a flair to his impassioned words. “A blowjob earlier would've made this whole thing blow over.”
Help him.
With his back turned towards me, I move my hand over the bulge in my pants.
“It looks like you need more than a blowjob though. Maybe a good face fuck.”
“Mmm… yeah…that would be good, yeah…”
His cheeks tighten again.
“I don't do the fucking that often, but when I do, it's cause I need to get it out of my system,” I say.
“Yeah, you get it, man.” Like he's inspired by my words, his shoulder moves less and his hips move more. His glutes contract and relax, and his head tilts up towards the sky. “Such a fucking waste to jerk off when I paid for that flight ticket. You know how long it takes to save up for that on minimum wage?”
“I can guess. But, it's not a waste. You’ll reload before you see her again tonight.”
“Yeah, you're right.” Silas chuckles with confidence. “Oh fuck… alright, here I go.” His hips push forward, and his shoulder activates again. “Shit! Ah!”
There's so much, I can hear it landing on the soil. It's like he's pissing cum.
“Ah…” Silas leans forward with his other hand to push on the tree while his other hand continues its work. “Oh….ah…ah…” On the final ah, his asscheeks relinquish the tension.
I caught a tiny bit of his hard cock as he pulled his pants back up.
“I'm going to call her,” he says with a lick of the back of his hand. “You gonna stay out here?”
“Yeah, I'm going to chill,” I say, looking from afar where his seed landed on the tree.