Happy Meat E9 | My straight coworker dumps loads in me in the restaurant's bathroom

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The next day, all three of us were scheduled together. Of course. You’d think that the manager wouldn’t want the two guys beefing to work together, but I guess it wasn’t the moment he decided to start making good decisions. 

The tension in the kitchen was thick enough to cut with a spatula. Hah, sorry for that, but I also consciously kept Silas from cutting duty because I did not want him to have a knife in his hand when Dante came in.

Dante showed up with a sizable bruise blooming on his cheek and a busted lip. With his height and muscular build, it worked for him. The dark mark stood out against his skin and made his already sharp features look even more dangerous. What Silas did not succeed in doing with his fist, was wiping the confident smirk off Dante’s face.

Still, I kind of felt bad for him. Up close, his lip was really swollen and looked like it hurt. 

“You want me to do the dishes today?” I ask him when the morning rush died down. 

Dante gives me a small nod, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s trying not to smirk. “Be my guest.” Then, he wipes his hands off and turns to me properly. “Appreciate it, Oli.”

That was the friendliest interaction of the day.  Silas was unusually quiet (although, knowing the reason, it wasn’t really that unusual). What I mean is he did his work without the usual jokes or random hip gyrations. He and Dante stayed civil, but they kept me planted between them like a buffer every time they had to move around the kitchen. If one reached for something, the other went the long way around. Nobody said shit about the bruise or the fight. 

I’m just not well versed enough in “straight guy relationships” to comprehend what is happening. From what I can tell, it looks like the case is closed, and we just have to wait for time to pass. As you know, work time already passes slowly. The tension between them makes minutes feel like hours. 

During a dead period after lunch, Silas suddenly wiped his hands and disappeared from the kitchen. It was unlike him, because we usually hear way too much detail about what he’s going to do. However, once again, I was already keeping him away from the knives. I was not about to question the man on his whereabouts. At least, it gave Dante and I some space to chat. 

Dante leans against the counter beside me while I organize the dirty dishes. “Hey, I wanna say that you’re a real one for minding your business when I asked you to,” he says quietly. “I respect that.”

I shake weakly the hand that he holds out and shrug, trying not to look too obvious about how my eyes keep drifting to the bruise on his face. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Nah. Respect, for real, man. You don’t shit where you eat. I can’t say the same thing about myself.” Dante chuckles with a shake of his head. “Aint ever a good decision when it comes from here.” He grabs his crotch through his uniform, and from the amount of swinging that I detect, I deduce he’s wearing basketball shorts as underwear.  

“When I’ve got dick brain, everything makes sense.” He pauses, then adds with a smirk, “Same kind of bullshit logic when I fucked your mouth that day to keep you quiet.” 

My face gets really hot as I continue to load the dishes into the industrial dishwasher. I remember exactly how his black anaconda felt sliding between my lips while customers waited out front. 

The way it filled my mouth up in a way that made talking impossible.

The way Dante knew his cock would be enough to convince me to bite my tongue.

The way he was right.

Before I could come up with a reasonable way to answer, Dante changes the subject. “Where the fuck is Silas? He been gone for at least twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, I’ll go see,” I say and rinse my hands off quickly. 

I figured that Silas was probably outside taking a break, so I pushed through to the back hallway. That was when I heard it coming from the staff washroom. My heart pace accelerated as my body remembered the events from yesterday. 

Silas watching the video Dante took of him fucking Maria.

CLACK! Silas’ fist landing on Dante’s jaw. 

The wet slapping sounds and Maria’s loud moans seep through the washroom door, and then I hear Dante’s recorded voice come through.

“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 fucking noises turns me on, even through a thick door. I wish I could’ve seen the video, but I can tell even from the sounds that Dante was slapping his thighs into hers with each hump.

“That's it, baby, cum on my cock… oh yeah… mmhmm…mmhmm…” 

The last part gets cut short, and then the video restarts with a woman’s moans. 

He’s jerking off in there. I stand up straight as I understand what’s happening. He sent the video to himself before he deleted it off Dante’s phone. 

Silas… is a cuck?

Suddenly, my imagination didn’t involve Dante anymore. I picture instead Silas sitting on the toilet rubbing his curved cock, his work pants pulled down to his ankles. His blood goes to 2 parts of his body: his cheeks flushed with jealousy, and his rock-hard dick.

“Silas never stretched you like this, did he?” I hear Dante loud and clear from the recording.

My own hard cock pulses in my underwear as I reach towards the handle. My mouth waters as I remember the two loads Silas gave me just yesterday. Surely, he wants to shoot all that cum somewhere besides the toilet. Somewhere warm and receptive.

No. If he wanted it, he would ask. Reluctantly, I pull back my hand and walk back towards the kitchen.

“He’s in the bathroom,” I tell Dante, rolling up my sleeves for more dishes.

Dante raises an eyebrow. “He good?”

“I don’t know.” 

“Damn, dude. You know, it wasn’t personal. Silas is my homie,” Dante licks his lips and squints in pain. “The dick wants what the dick wants.”

I hesitate, then ask, “Was it worth it? Fucking Maria, I mean.”

Dante lets out a long breath and rubs the back of his neck. Despite the badass marks on his face, I see his cool guy demeanor drop for a second. “It’s a curse, man. Having a dick this big. It’s rare to find women who can actually take it all without quitting after two minutes. Maria handled it better than most, but still…” He looks at me and his voice drops. “You one of the only people that’s ever taken it until I nutted. You ain’t a quitter.”

That was…not the response I expected. My face burns again and I feel the need to say… thank you? What do you say to that kind of confession? 

Once again here, I was saved from embarrassing myself. Before I could respond, my phone buzzed with a text.

“It’s Silas,” I say to Dante as I read the message. It’s a message of just 4 words.

Come to the bathroom.

I knew I was being summoned to take his load, and I found myself sweating as I got to the door. I knew he was probably on the edge, waiting for me to get on my knees. 

I put my hand on the doorknob, and it moves under my fingertips without my effort. I walk into the crack that’s opened for me, and the door closes the second I step inside.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” My eyes zone onto his curved leaky cock. It is literally glistening with the amount of precum on it. 

It was just as I imagined. His shirt was still on, and his pants were pulled down to his ankles. Staring at his rigid shaft, I bend down for a taste.

“No. Turn around.”

I stop and stand up straight. “You want to…”

“Yeah. Turn around,” Silas says solemnly, staring at the floor while stroking his cock. 

“What about…”

“You said you like this cock or not, puta?” he snaps at me. My coworker pushes his boner down and lets it rebound. The way his shaft bounces back into its upwards angle is impressive, and I fumble with my pants’ button. “That’s right, bitch.That’s what I thought. Turn around.” 

I turn around while still struggling with the button. I didn’t expect to get fucked, so my nervous hands won’t cooperate with me. Eventually, I get it off, and Silas drags the waistline over my asscheeks.

“You want this cock, puta?” His wet tip swipes my crack.

“Yes, sir,” I say. “Oh….FUCK!”

He pushes in fast. That upward curve spears into me in one rough thrust and I bite my lip as my ring contracts naturally around his rock-hard shaft.

“Mm!” Silas grunts. A second later, I feel him place something rectangular on my back. 

“This pussy is mine now,” Dante’s voice says from my back. “Cause you gonna cum around this big cock.”  

“Oh fuck…uh…uh…” The grunts are fucked out of me roughly. The curve in his cock runs along my insides, carving its pathway mercilessly.

“Fucking…slut…take it…”

“Uh…Uh…Uh…” I lean forward and hold on to the sink as my coworker rails me. The wet slapping sounds from the video melt into the more heavy thud of Silas fucking me with all his force. I feel the anger from each of his thrusts pounding into my prostate. “Uh…Uh…Uh…”

“Yeah, take this, bitch! Take it! Ah!” He buries himself deep, and I know he’s spraying my insides white. “Yeah! MM! MM!” He fucks with each cumshot blasting out of him. 

Clack! His phone falls from my back and onto the floor. 

“Stay there,”  Silas pants. My hole throbs, and is met with the force of his enduring stiffness. “You like my cock?”

“Yes,” I grunt at the accelerating humps.

“Yeah? Tell me you love it.”

“I. Love. Your. Cock,” I say through my teeth. The fuck feels even rougher now, like he is no longer worried about lasting longer. In addition, his load is making everything slippery. 

“Again.” He grabs my hips with both hands and pounds me with insistence. 

“I… love…”

“LOUDER, BITCH!” 

“AH!” I yelp as he grabs my hair and yanks my head back. “I LOVE YOUR COCK! I LOVE YOUR COCK, SIR!”

“Damn right!” Silas tightens his grip on my hair. “Fuck yeah! You want another load?” 

“YES, SIR!”

THWACK!

THWACK!

“Take it then, puta!” he growls. “Oh fuck, here it comes. Ah fuck…fuck!” He pushes me forward until my chest lands on the cold metal sink. “Mmm!” His hips pump into me, going as deep as possible, and then trying to go even deeper. “Ah! Mm!” 

Then, Silas releases my hair and unplugs me at the same time. 

“Oh…” I moan as he slaps my ass hard. I lean on the cold sink, which contrasts with the slow burn on my asscheeks. His seed leaks slowly out of my hole, dripping down my balls. I hear him pull paper from the dispenser, but none of it is for me. 

I lift my head up and look at him in the mirror. Silas pulls up his pants, and our eyes meet for just a fraction of a second in the reflection. 

“Thanks,” he mutters with his head down. Then, he unlocks the door and slips out first, leaving me buzzing with my used ass still up in the air. 

There were a million layers to the situation that we’ve gotten ourselves in, but my mind was preoccupied with the dumbest problem.

I’m going to be dripping cum for the next 5 hours of my shift.