Everyone is over the age of 18
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I knew the situation was going to blow up one day. That's how this shithole town works. There's nothing to do except air your dirty laundry in public for everyone’s entertainment.
Silas came in on his off day like a storm cloud ready to burst. He had said before it's a question of personal pride, and that's why he always shows up to work with his hair done. That was not the case today. He came in looking like he came straight from bed with a black tank top and grey sweatpants.
You could smell the anger on him. His eyes were like those of a hawk and they zeroed in on Dante immediately.
“You fucked her?” Silas’ voice cracks across the front counter like a whip. A couple of customers look up from their trays.
Dante, working the kitchen line like it was just another Tuesday, glances over with an amused smirk. I'm 100 percent sure I'm more terrified than he is. He wipes his hands on his apron. “Alright. Yeah, dawg, I fucked her.”
Silas obviously didn’t expect this level of candour from him and to be honest, neither did I. It looked like Silas’ fists were about to be just as honest. I was stuck at the register between them, heart slamming against my ribs.
“Guys, chill out. Not out here,” I mutter, trying to keep my voice low. My hands are already sweating on the touchscreen. Everyone’s eyes are on us.
Like I said, nothing ever happens in this town, so if we're not careful, we're about to become the gossip of the year.
“Chill?” Silas laughs, but there's no humor in it. He looks ready to vault over the counter. “Maria told me everything. What the fuck is wrong with you, man? You got dropped on your head as a baby???”
Dante shrugs nonchalantly and purses his lips. “She wanted it, man. What can I say?”
Silas’ face twists in anger and his fists ball up so tight his veins start to pop out of his tan skin. The customers are watching like it's a live soap opera. One older lady even clutches her purse tighter.
“Guys, please,” I start, stepping around the counter.
“I'm going break your fucking face,” Silas seethes, stepping to the side so he can glare past my shoulder at Dante.
Oh come on. Even I get annoyed at Dante’s humored sniff behind me.
“Yeah, you think that's funny???” Silas lifts his hands.
“Homie, my dick is thicker than those chicken arms,” Dante says.
“HEY!” I block the way as Silas crashes into me. He's shorter than I am, but the pure rage emanating from him is giving him a powerful force. He pushes me back into Dante and Dante retaliates. “Hey!” The two pairs of hands shove me back and forth like a pawn on the board.
The manager comes storming out of the office. “All three of you, out back! Now! This is a god damn place of business!”
He practically shoved us through the kitchen and out the back door. The heavy metal slammed shut behind us, locking us out into the familiar break spot where we got to know each other. The second we were alone, Silas got in Dante’s face.
“Motherfucker!” He grabs Dante’s uniform, pulling at the collar. “You got no fucking respect!”
“Oh shit.” I step back as Silas spits on Dante’s face. Then, Dante shoves Silas off him, and Silas raises his fists again in preparation.
“Fuck!” Dante wipes his dark skin off with his shirt. “Aight, fine. I deserved that.”
“You deserve to get neutered, pendajo!”
Dante lifts the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face again, and then he sighs loudly. “Fine. One free punch.” He shakes his shoulders out and stands up straight.
“And you delete the fucking video you took!” The vein in Silas’ neck bulges.
Video?
Dante raises an eyebrow. “She told you about the video too? Bitch really laid it all out, huh? Aight. I'll trash the video. Come on and make it a good one, skinny arms, cause after we square.”
“How do I know you’re going to delete the video? Show me your phone!” Silas’ fists are so tight, his forearms are shaking.
The tall black man shakes his head in exasperation and pulls out his phone, taps the screen a couple times, and turns the volume up. “You're sick for wanting to watch this.” He tosses it to Silas.
The video started playing loud enough that I swear you could hear it echoing off the dumpster.
A woman’s moans fill the open air immediately. “Oh my god… Dante… it’s so big…”
Dante’s deep voice comes through clear as day on the recording. “Yeah, baby, take this big black cock. Relax that tight pussy for me. Silas never stretched you like this, did he? I'm going to have to open you up. That’s it… let it go… feel me all the way in your guts.” The accompanying wet rhythmic sounds are filthy. “That's it, baby…”
“Oh my god! Oh my god!”
“Never had that part be hit before, huh?” Dante’s cocky smile is easily audible in his panting.
Silas stood frozen, staring at the screen. The only movement he was making was his chest expanding and shrinking to match his heavy breathing.
“Fuck, you tight,” video Dante groans. “This pussy belongs to me now.”
“Yeah!”
“Cause you gonna cum around this big cock.”
“Yeah!”
I don’t think Dante noticed, because he had just a smug look on his face. But I did. It helps that I already knew and memorized what Silas’ hard cock looks like, and that he was wearing grey sweat pants. He was pissed, yeah, but he was also rock hard. The mix of rage and arousal was written all over his flushed face.
Does he…like this?
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
“That's it, baby, cum on my cock… oh yeah… mmhmm…mmhmm…” The wet slapping sounds stay completely consistent.
Okay, now I'm turned on too.
“I can’t believe she let you record her,” Silas says, throwing the phone at Dante's chest with force.
The smug smile on Dante is doing him no favours. “It was her idea. Guess she wanted to see her pussy all stretched out.”
“Oh shit!” I shout.
Silas’ fist flew fast.The punch connected hard with Dante’s jaw and the solid crack sounded as loud as the moaning in the video. Dante’s head snapped to the side, but he didn’t go down. He shook it off and touched his lip with his thumb.
“You're bleeding,” I say, my hands wanting to help but I have no material to do so.
“Not bad,” he says, spitting to the side. “Now we square.” His thumb smears blood on his dark brown lips.
Dante headed back inside, leaving Silas and I alone. Silas was breathing like he had just run a marathon and he paced in circles, rubbing his knuckles.
“We should… go back inside?” I say, taking a step back from his war path.
His tense body exudes danger, and he is so very clearly still rock-hard. It must be the adrenaline.
“Okay, Oli. Be fucking honest with me right now. Is my cock too small? Is that why she let that asshole fuck her?”
“Uh…” I stammer. Silas is like a bull staring me down.
My coworker shoves his sweats down roughly and his hard cock springs free, curving upward aggressively. The head is flushed dark, with veins standing out along the shaft. It arches strongly and points at me
“Tell me,” he growls. “Is it too fucking small?”
I stare at it, my own dick now straining in my uniform pants. “It is smaller than Dante’s,” I say. Obviously. “But, it’s still good, Silas. Really good. That curve… not everyone has that. I like a curve…” My voice trails off as the Latino man comes up to me.
“Prove it then, puta.”
“We should get back to work, Silas.” His hands push on my shoulder and when my knees give a little leeway, his palm presses on the top of my head.
He knew I was going to say yes.
My knees forfeit, and hit the hard concrete.
“Suck it.” His dark eyes plead for attention. “Suck it!” He repeats more powerfully.
At his dominant tone, I open my mouth and he shoves his cock into me.
“MMM!”
“Fucking puta!” Silas wastes no time in fucking my face.
“MMMm!” I grab onto his thighs, only to have my fingers ripped off by him a second later. He grips my skull with both hands and his hips rail into my mouth.
His dick, stiff as steel, rubs against my tongue at his chosen pace.
At his chosen depth.
At his chosen time.
“Fucking bitch… you want cock? Huh? Yeah? I’ll give you fucking cock.”
“Mmm! Mmmm!”
I knew Silas wasn't talking to me, but I let him process his anger on me.
“Yeah, you fucking puta. Dumb fucking bitch!” He grabs a handful of my hair, keeping me in place as he rams his pubes into my nose. “You wanna be fucked hard??? Hm????”
“MMMMMMm!” I moan around his member, becoming a sloppy wet hole for him.
It works and I feel the vibrations in him change.
“AhHHhH! AhHhh! MMM!” An explosion of cum makes me gag, and Silas fucks my mouth right through it. “Swallow, bitch! AH! MMM! MMM!”
I sputter up his seed as I try to breathe through the thick goo, and his palm pushes my forehead so that I look up at him.
His handsome face is flushed still, and he clenches his jaw as he jerks off with his other hand.
“Mmm…mmmm…” Silas grunts. I open my mouth to show him that I'm ready for another load. He pounds his cock so roughly that his fist bouncing off my lips hurts.
Poor guy. That's not fair what happened to him.
“Give it to me,” I say, sticking out my tongue and looking up into his eyes.
“MMmm!!” His eyes flashes and then he shuts them tight. “Oh god… fuck!” He spurts on my nose and I shut my eyes as the man’s warm seed claims me. “OHhH…oh……oh…”
The last moan sounded almost sad.
I open my eyes, and watch Silas pull his sweats back up. Gently, he combs my hair back into place, and then pats me on the head.
“I'm going to go,” he mutters.
“Yeah okay, I'll see you later.” Talking makes his cum drip into my mouth.
“Yeah, later.”