Lay of the Land, Parts 1 and 2

From: Chris Delfino

Picture: Kent

Published in: Playguy, March 2004 and September 2004

Part 1: So Hard to Say Goodbye

I guess my story started after I read the hot series *Playguy* published a while back, "School Daze," about this dude Tommy and all the sex he was having at Monticello Academy for Young Men, where troubled eighteen- and nineteen-year-old high school graduates would cum and get straightened out. (I'll say!) I was kind of in the same situation as Tommy, not really knowing what to do with myself. I was already in college, but to do what, I had no idea. So, when I finished my second year and realized that I'd only be young once in my life, I came to the only decision that made sense to me, much to my parent's chagrin: *road trip!*

But my parents weren't the only ones who were going to miss me if I hit the road. My buddies Adam and Chris did everything they could to try to change my mind, especially Chris. We were all nineteen now and real tight. I didn't meet Adam until I started college, but Chris and I grew up together. We shared everything together, the track team in high school, our first times alone with girls, and then, just last year, our first time alone and personal with each other--but I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Danny Stone, and this is my story of how I learned the lay of the land.

It was a week or so before I was supposed to leave on my trip. I was sitting down by the lake, the scene of many memorable camp-outs that included Chris and myself, and eventually Adam. Man, we had some great times out there. I was thinking about how much I would miss my best buddies, remembering the first time all three of us camped together last summer ...

It was a sweltering New England afternoon and we were almost finished setting up camp. "Aw, screw it!" Adam barked as he peeled off his sweat-soaked T-shirt. "I'm going for a swim. If you guys wanna work your asses off in this heat, be my guests."

Adam was a good guy, really; he was just a little rough around the edges. But he more than made up for that with his chiseled features and hunky physique. Below the wavy, jet black hair was a body to die for, two rock-hard pecs with nipples that were sharp enough to cut glass, two cannons for arms, washboard abs and tree trunks for legs. He was naturally smooth. Both Chris and I watched as Adam took a running leap off the pier into the water. Just thinking about our new buddy was enough to cause a lump in my shorts, and when I turned to Chris and dropped my eyes, I noticed Adam had prompted a similar response. But how could we do anything about it now, with Adam only yards away? Chris and I hadn't yet told Adam anything about our special friendship.

"So ...," I said, turning to Chris as if to ask what we should do next.

"Well, if you promise to be quiet ..." Chris teased. I knew he was referring to the little squeals that seemed to escape my mouth every time he fucked me. Chris said we would have to be quick. There was no telling how long Adam would stay in the water.

We dashed into the tent, and within seconds we'd torn each other's clothes off and tossed them in a big ball in the corner. I loved just staring at Chris, with or without his clothes on. Chris's muscles weren't as defined as Adam's. Chris was more like the guy next door, blond hair, blue eyes, dimples on both cheeks and the creamiest white skin. Chris is the type of guy you're happy to bring home to meet your parents.

Our lips locked as we crashed to the ground. Our arms and legs tangled, our bodies locked together and our dicks ground into each other, making them even harder than before. I almost didn't want to release Chris from the embrace I had him in. I could've easily gotten off just having his smooth body pressed against mine and feeling our hearts pounding together. But I knew how un-fucking-believable it was to have Chris working his magic inside of me, so I let go. Now Chris could get his dick into position.

We untangled our bodies. I lay on my side and Chris disappeared behind me. I felt his warm breath on my neck while his hand ran down my side, over my hipbone and my leg. Next, I felt Chris hook my leg with his arm and lift, and his dick press gently against my waiting sphincter.

As much as I enjoyed it when Chris just flat-out fucked me, I loved it even more when he simply tormented me. There's no other way I can describe it. He would take me slowly, methodically, in a calculated way that only made me want more, like a master carpenter driving in a nail perfectly. That's what Chris did to me that day: deliver a lay that was a work of art. With each drive inside me he was one stroke closer to completion of his masterpiece.

While Chris was still pumping my ass with agonizing precision, he reached around front to take hold of my hard dick, oozing pre-cum like a leaky hose. Even his soft yet powerful hands were incredible. Just thinking how my upcoming road trip would take me away from those hands, and for who knows how long, was enough to give me second thoughts about leaving.

But back on the day of that memorable fuck, we had completely forgot about Adam, who, for all we knew could've been lurking anywhere, watching. But at the moment nothing mattered but the fuck, and soon Chris exploded, bathing my insides with his hot white cum. His orgasmic spasm triggered a chain reaction that caused me to erupt all over the floor of the tent. And when both of us had spurted our last, I turned so Chris and I could resume the embrace we shared before he stuffed my butt.

That's when it happened. The tent flap flew open and there was Adam. "I've been looking all over for you guys. What are you doin' in here ...?" Framed in the entry, Adam froze dead in his tracks and just stood there with his jaw hanging open while Chris and I, wrapped around each other on the floor of the tent and splattered in cum, could only stare back.

I opened my mouth and was about to try to explain what was going on. But no words came out. That's when I saw it. I turned to Chris. He saw it too. We both watched as the lump in Adam's shorts got bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and all Adam could do was just stand there with the sun glistening off that perfect body of his.

Chris and I looked at each other one more time before we got on our knees and crawled towards Adam who was still frozen in place. We put our hands on our new stud-buddy's wide shoulders and allowed our fingers to trace each muscle and every connection between them. Gradually, we worked our way down to Adam's waistline where we peeled off the shorts that were still clinging to his dripping wet body.

I was even more surprised than Adam at what was happening when at least ten inches of dick sprang out of his shorts and slapped me across the face like a nightstick. It was fucking huge! Chris and I turned to look at each other again, half out of amazement and half because neither of us was sure what to do with something that big!

But I had gone this far and wasn't about to stop there. I grabbed Adam's dick and shoved it into my mouth as far as it would go. It got even bigger as I rolled it around with my tongue. When it hit the back of my throat, I gagged and looked up to Adam for mercy. "You asked for it, and now you got it," was all he said before grabbing the back of my head, pulling his dick almost all the way out of my mouth, then pushing it all the way back in. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Chris. He had this sheepish grin on his face as if to say he could have warned me it wouldn't be easy. But Chris had no small task himself when Adam instructed Chris to take one of his plum-sized nuts into his mouth. When Chris obeyed, a groan emanated from deep within Adam.

And as Adam continued fucking my throat, the groan became louder and louder. It wasn't long before I could feel Adam trembling uncontrollably, and I knew what was coming next. I braced myself the best I could before Adam shot wave after wave of hot, sweet man-juice into my mouth. It was too fucking much. I tried backing away, but Adam wouldn't let me. He held my face down on his cock as my cheeks filled with his cum. Only then did he let me go. I turned to spit out what I couldn't swallow, but again, Adam stopped me. And with the hand he still had on the back of my head, and the other on the back of Chris's, Adam forced our mouths together so we could both taste the fruits of our labor.

I can still remember that day like it was yesterday, still feel Chris's big dick stretching my ass, still taste Adam's dick honey. And now that I'd decided on my road trip, the reality of it hit me. I couldn't believe that I wouldn't have another session with Chris and Adam for who knows how long! That's when two taps on either shoulder brought me back from my thoughts. Chris's dick was rapping me on one shoulder, Adam's dick on the other.

I looked up and was met with Adam's smooth, deep, voice. "You didn't think we'd let you go without giving you a proper send-off, did you?"

I could feel a warm smile coming over my face as I watched Adam and Chris lay out a blanket and a couple of pillows before they shed their clothing. Then my favorite tuck buddies came for me, kissing and licking every part of my body as they removed each piece of my clothing. It wasn't even dark yet. I couldn't believe what they were doing! But who was I to stop them? I just lay back and let Adam feed on my dick while I gnawed hungrily at Chris's.

It wasn't long before Adam unwrapped his lips from around my dick and turned to Chris and asked, "So, what do you think?--You ready?"

Chris pulled his dick out of my mouth, stroked a couple times, turned to Adam, and answered, "Yup, feels about right." Then he got up and disappeared behind me.

While Chris positioned himself out back, Adam took his place in front of me, lying on his side, shoving his nearly twelve inches of dick in my face. "Boy, am I going to miss this mouth," he said before shoving it down my throat. (F.Y.I., after several weeks and lots of practice, I was able to go all the way down on Adam with ease while loving every minute of it--and I'd been doing it ever since.)

While Adam fed me his dick, Chris prepared to fuck me, repeatedly rubbing his spit-covered dick against the crack of my ass, each time pressing harder and harder against my hole. Then with his warm, wet tongue lapping at the nape of my neck, he entered me. Slow and thorough like always, he eased himself all the way in. While Chris pumped pleasure into me with each movement of his hard bone, Adam played the tease, antagonizing my dick by just playing with it, never really taking it into his mouth or hand.

When Chris could hold back no more, he exploded in my ass the same way he had done hundreds of times before, and as always, he had me purring like a pussycat. Chris then held me in his arms, caressing my body. He was still trembling from the force of his orgasm. I could've stayed like that forever, but Adam wanted his turn and he wasn't going to be denied.

Chris and I cuddled and watched as Adam stacked the pillows on top of each other. Then he came for me. Grabbing me by the ankles, Adam dragged me to the stack of pillows and dropped my ass on top of them. Adam dropped to his knees, threw my legs over his shoulders, and said, "I want to see the expression on your face when I fuck you goodbye." And with one quick, clean thrust, Adam was all the way inside of me again. His twelve hard inches knocked the wind out of me. He tucked me so hard with his dick of death, I thought he was going to split me in half. Over and over he kept saying, "There ain't no way you're going to forget me, dude. Each time he said it, Adam would fuck me even harder--way harder than he'd ever nailed me before. Until now, I wouldn't have though a guy could be fucked that hard and live to tell about.

All the way in and all the way out, all the way in and all the way out, Adam kept pounding and pounding, stretching my ass to the max. It was the most excruciatingly blissful tuck I'd ever had. What made it even more unbearable was how Adam, each time he was about to shoot his wad, would stop and pull back--only to go at it all over again, more ferocious than ever. After this game of cat and mouse went on for what seemed like forever, Adam leaned in close and panted, "You'd better come back ... I don't know where I'd find another ass like yours." With that said, Adam let out a familiar grunt and began filling my ass with cum. When he'd drained himself of every last drop of cum, he pulled out of my ass, grumbled some parting words and headed into the lake to wash off his cum-soaked dick.

All I could do was lie paralyzed from the force of the most powerful fuck I had ever experienced. That's when I realized: my dick was so hard it hurt. I looked up, and there it was, standing straight up in the air.

Now I had never considered myself to be anything special. I wasn't particularly brilliant. My particular combination of brown hair and brown eyes didn't exactly make me the most gorgeous guy in the world. And unlike Adam, or even Chris, I wasn't blessed with an extra-big dick. It was nothing to sneeze at, mind you, and at a good seven inches I was bigger than most, but I'd seen enough to know it was nothing spectacular.

But, I digress. My point is that, after having Chris and Adam fuck the shit out of me for the better part of the afternoon, all I could do was stare at my painfully hard dick. What I wanted to do was wrap my hand around my ever-loving cock and go to town. But it took every ounce of strength I had. I had lifted up my right hand and started reaching for my dick when I heard a voice. "Don't even think about it. That's mine ...," Chris whispered in my ear before disappearing between my legs. And when I looked up, there was Chris with this big Cheshire cat grin on his face about to chow down on my throbbing man-stick.

He took the shaft of my cock in his hand and ran his hot, wet, tongue all the way up and all the way down like it was a popsicle on a hot summer day. He did it again and again, but no matter how many times Chris licked it, it wouldn't melt--it just got bigger! There was only one thing left for him to do. So Chris wrapped his lips around the fully engorged cockhead and slid all the way down until my neatly trimmed pubes tickled his nose. Chris lifted his head, then went at it again, determined to get to the cream-filled center. He was hungry and I was more than willing to feed him. And it wasn't long before I filled his belly with my sweet cream.

When Chris was full, he crawled up and lay beside me. "You don't know how much I'm going to miss you, Danny," he said with the smell of my cum still on his breath. And I knew he meant he'd be missing me, and not just my ass or my dick-although that was part of it.

"I'm going to miss you too," I said as I wrapped my arms around Chris and pressed my body against his.

I had just placed my hand over Chris's hardening dick, preparing for one last romp, when Adam came bounding out of the lake, his cock bouncing in the air with each step. "Hey there, buddy," Adam started to say as he plopped down beside me. "Are you ready for another go at it? " I just flashed Adam a wry smile and he knew what my answer was.

In fact we kept going at it all afternoon and into the night before finally falling asleep in a heap of arms, legs, and dicks right there by the lake. By then we were so exhausted, we couldn't have moved even if we wanted to. I don't know how we found the energy to do it two more times when we woke up the next morning. I guess Adam and Chris wanted to keep on trying one more time to keep me from leaving, or at least to give me something to remember them by. We lay by the lake for the rest of the morning, letting the sun bake our bare bodies, before we said our last goodbyes.

I knew I planned to come back. But even if for some reason I never made it, there was no way I could ever forget those guys. After the pounding Adam and Chris gave me, I didn't know if my butthole would ever stop throbbing. While I finished up some last-minute packing, my second thoughts about the trip were turning into third thoughts. But I knew there was something out there, something more. Who knows? Maybe I'd find it; maybe I wouldn't. But one thing was for sure: I was going to learn the lay of the land.

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Part 2: Working Hard for My Money

It hadn't been more than a week since my trip across the country began, and I was already feeling the pains of the cold, cruel, world. In all my excitement to learn the lay of the land, I had overlooked one very important prerequisite to traveling across the country--money!

I was sitting in a restaurant on my way (I hoped!) to New York City. For the past week, I'd been struggling to find a way to sit after the all-night goodbye fucking I got from my friends Chris and Adam before I left. I was still squirming when the absolutely cutest waiter came back to my table--with my rejected credit card in his hand. I guess I'd been spending too much since I arrived in Boston. All I could do now was scrounge for whatever loose change I could find in my pockets. The waiter's name was Kevin. He actually reminded me a lot of my buddy Chris, although he didn't really look very much like Chris at all. Kevin was nineteen like Chris, and he did have the same dimples, but he also had sandy brown hair and big brown eyes that made me think of sex. Like Chris, he looked like the boy next door. But I digress ...

When I came up short, I looked up at Kevin not really sure what to expect next. What did he want from me, an I.O.U.? I told him I wasn't from around there and I probably wouldn't be back for a long time. After some bargaining, we came to an agreement. I'd have to work off what I'd owed doing dishes and stuff like that. My bill wasn't that big, so I'd probably be out of there before the end of the day. It wouldn't be that bad.

But by day's end, I was beat! Washing dishes, scrubbing the bathrooms, unloading the supply truck, stocking the freezer and the refrigerator, man, Kevin worked me to the bone! When I was finally finished with the last of my drudgery, I collapsed in a heap in a chair in the office out back. All I wanted to do was get the hell out of there and be on my way, but I had to wait for Kevin to give me the okay. That's when he came in with a smug smile on his face.

"So, am I done or what?" I asked. "I got one more job for you ..." Kevin answered. There was a cockiness about him now that I hadn't noticed when he was waiting on me.

"What? You gotta be kidding me! I've been working my ass off for hours! No meal in the world could cost that much. What other job could there possibly be? Washing windows? What?"

"Oh, the job I have for you is much bigger than that ..."

I watched as Kevin closed the door to the office and took a step closer, then another, then another. I watched as he placed his right hand over his crotch and started massaging it. "What are you doing?" I asked, pretending to be shocked, though I thought I knew what was going to happen next--I knew what I wanted to happen next.

"I told you I had another job for you to do," Kevin explained while unbuttoning his pants, letting them fall to the floor.

Kevin stood only a few feet in front of me, the black shirt he was wearing barely covering the elastic waistband of his white briefs. Man, those briefs were white! They were so clean and bright they almost glowed in the dark. And the package inside those pristine, tight, white, briefs ... that package ... That package was something that no underwear catalog could ever show--full, round, and bulging in all the right places.

I wanted to dive right in, rip those briefs off with my teeth and unwrap the prettiest package I've ever seen. But I didn't want Kevin to think I was too easy. His cockiness was starting to get on my nerves, especially when he asked, "So, do you think you can handle it?" Who did he think he was? Did he know who he was talking to? Of course I could handle it!

But I decided to play it cool. I answered in the most timid, innocent, voice I could find, "Gee, I don't know ... I've never done this before ..." Kevin took a few more steps towards me until his crotch was right up in my face. It reeked with sweat from him working all day, running around the restaurant, but that just made me want it even more.

"Go ahead, take it," he ordered. Just to annoy him, I hesitated. "I said, take it!" Kevin barked, pressing the outline of his cock up against my mouth.

"All right, all right," I relented. I wanted to play hard to get. Kevin seemed like such an asshole--cute and hung, but an asshole. But the man-smell emanating from his crotch was driving me fucking nuts!

I reached up, dipping my fingers just inside the waistband of Kevin's undies. As I slowly pulled them down, exposing his thick, uncut dick, the aroma grew even stronger, making me even hungrier. After letting Kevin's briefs fall around his ankles, I took him inside my mouth. He tasted just as nasty as he smelled, a combination of sweat and piss from the last time he took a leak. I rolled Kevin's meaty piece around in my mouth until it was as hard as the stale dinner rolls Kevin had served me earlier that day. I could tell by the way he was groaning that he wanted more.

As I began to suck on his swollen member, Kevin let out a sweet purr. "You've done this before, haven't you?" he added as my head bobbed up and down. While keeping my lips firmly wrapped around the shaft of Kevin's dick, I wrapped one hand around its base, and (figuring I deserved a little action myself) I undid my jeans and started jacking myself off. (As much as I loved getting jerked off by some hot guy, my dick was never happier than when I was taking matters into my own hand. After all, who knew what I liked better than me ...?)

It wasn't long before Kevin and I blew our loads--he left his in my mouth, and I left mine on the floor I had just cleaned. When I finally caught my breath, I looked up at Kevin with cum dribbling out of the corner of my mouth, and asked, "So, am I free to go?"

Ken was panting pretty hard himself. "Sure, right after you clean up the mess you just made on my floor," he answered smartly. I wanted to punch him in the nuts for being such a smart-ass, but Kevin continued before I had the chance. "Or maybe there are a few more jobs you could do for me around here. I'd pay." Turns out Kevin was serious, and I needed the money if was I going to make it to New York any time soon. So, reluctantly, I accepted.

Kevin said I could crash at his place. Again, I reluctantly agreed, and the next day we went back to the restaurant together. He introduced me to the rest of the guys that worked there, Patrick and Kyle, who were just on their way home after the breakfast shift, and Tom, Jake, and Scottie who'd be with me and Kevin until closing. Tom and Scottie were just eighteen; Jake was nineteen like Kevin and me--and, man, I had never seen so many cute guys in one place before in my life. Whoever hired these dudes had an eye for hotties! Any one of them could have been featured on the menu. If I had known there was a restaurant like this, I would've applied for a job here a long time ago.

The work was just as hard as the day before, but waiting and bussing tables meant that I had these hunks working on all sides of me. Just seeing them picked me up whenever I was flagging. But by midnight, I was ready to crash. All I wanted to do was go back to Kevin's place and hit the sheets. But we all had to cash out first. I actually made some pretty good tips that day. That's when I started to wonder what would happen between me and Kevin after the others went home. As arrogant as he was, I loved sucking that big dick of his.

It was a little after midnight when I went into the office to report my tips to Kevin. I guess he was the manager or something. Tom and Jake were already gone, but Scottie was still there, sitting on the desk in front of Kevin. His shirt was un-tucked and unbuttoned, exposing Scottie's cut bod--it was enough to make my dick stir in my pants.

"Hey ... I'm done ... I know you said I had to cash out before we left ..." My voice cracked as my throat went dry.

"Sure, c'mon in. Scottie and I are almost done," Kevin said before turning to Scottie. "Ya know, Danny here has got some pretty big plans. He's working his way cross country ... trying to get the lay of the land."

It sounded stupid when Kevin said it, but Scottie turned to me. "Cool," he said grinning. "So, where have you been so far?"

"I spent a couple days in Boston. Right now, I'm on my way to New York. After that, I'm not really sure."

"Cool. I just have one question ..."

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing in a hole like this?"

"Well, you remember when I was in here yesterday, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I guess I went a little crazy in Boston and my credit card was sort of maxed-out ... and I was a little short on cash. So, Kevin let me work off my bill."

"You're all paid up, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then what the hell are you still doing here?"

"I need some money to pay off my credit card, and I'll need some money when I get to New York."

"Oh, yeah? There must be dozens of jobs that pay better than this one."

I stumbled for an answer. I couldn't exactly tell Scottie that I stayed because I was hoping to get another chance to suck Kevin's dick. But true to form, Kevin answered for me in his own obnoxious way. "Scottie, you know the 'benefit package' you guys got when you started working here, right?"

"Really ...?" Scottie said, perking up, hopping off the desk and circling me like a hungry vulture.

"Yup."

Then they both walked out of the office back to the kitchen. I decided I should follow them. I don't know how they did it, but in the few seconds it took me to catch up with them, Kevin and Scottie had both stripped and were sitting on the prep counter. Scottie had this incredible crop of jet-black hair that hung down to his piercing blue eyes and he was firing me a come-hither look.

"I think you missed a spot. Better come closer and take a look," Kevin teased, his flaccid cock dangling over the edge of the counter.

That line was so lame, but how could I resist his offer? Kevin was so delicious last night. Just thinking about it was pulling me closer and closer until I was close enough to smell Kevin's manhood.

"I don't see anything," I said dumbly.

"Here, look closer," Kevin instructed me while grabbing the back of my head and forcing it between his legs so my face was right up against the counter and his crotch.

He smelled just as nasty as the day before, all sweaty and musky. It was terrific! I buried my head between Kevin's legs, beginning by bathing his nuts with my tongue. But that wasn't enough for him. He pulled my head up by the back of my hair, looked me in the eye and ordered me to suck.

Who was I to argue with my boss? With one swift plunge I took Kevin's entire dick in my mouth. Soon my head was bobbing up and down so fiercely, I thought he was going to blow his load right away. But Kevin had incredible control. Each time I brought him to the edge of no return, he pulled my face out of his crotch to press his mouth against mine so he could get a taste of his own cock.

After repeating this routine two or three times, I saw Scottie out of the corner of my eye, hopping off the counter and walking away. I picked my head up to find out where he was going, but the second my lips were off Kevin's dick, he slapped his hand on the back of my head to let me know that I had a job to do. I hoped Scottie didn't get tired of waiting, or think that I'd be too tired once it was his turn. I'd have plenty left for him. But my worries were for naught. Soon Scottie came trotting back carrying a bunch of stuff in his arms.

The next thing I felt was Scottie pulling my pants down and spreading something cold against my butthole and the back of my low-hanging nut sack. I wanted to see what it was, but I knew Kevin wouldn't let me take a break from the hum-job I was doing for him. But he probably wished I had pulled away to take a look, because when I felt Scottie's tongue penetrate my tense, tight hole, I nearly bit his cock off. Scottie's warm smooth tongue was probing at the most sensitive part of my body! I settled down once Scottie's tongue made its way down to my balls, licking and lapping like a little puppy dog, going back and forth between my balls and my butthole. I still couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but whatever it was, I wanted him to keep doing it.

I was still working on Kevin's dick when Scottie finally took his tongue away, only to return to my butthole with something firm, but not too hard. At first, I thought it was his cock, and I thought he was going to fuck me right there in the kitchen. But as he pressed it inside of me, it felt like it was covered with tiny bumps. I hoped that wasn't his dick! From the way it felt, I was pretty sure it wasn't.

Whatever Scottie was holding, he kept swirling it around the opening of my ass. It felt soooooo good though, and the little bumps made me wonder if it was a dildo--but it didn't feel firm enough. Scottie kept it up, and I still couldn't figure out what he was using to make me go nuts like this--and it was driving me crazy! But my questions were answered when Scottie pulled away from my ass, and I saw him present a partially whipped-cream-covered strawberry to Kevin who gobbled it up in one bite.

Next, Scottie reached over and peeled a banana. I looked up as he put the whole thing in his mouth with one half of it sticking out, then leaned in for Kevin to take the other half in his mouth. The two of them went down on either end of the banana like it was long, hard, dick. It made me suck even harder on Kevin's. It wasn't much longer before Kevin blew his second load down my throat in as many nights.

After I'd sucked every last drop of hot jism out of Kevin's swollen, red prick, I turned to Scottie who was still munching on his half of the banana. I was about to take his dick in my mouth, but he stopped me with a resounding "No!" before walking out of the kitchen and into the dining room. I looked to Kevin to see if he knew what Scottie was up to. All he did was shrug his shoulders, which left me with only one option, follow Scottie into the dining room.

"What took you so long?" he asked leaning against one of the tables.

"I didn't know what you wanted me ..."

"Come here."

I obeyed and was standing toe to toe with Scottie. My god, he was gorgeous! I was about to let him know how gorgeous I thought he was, when Scottie swept me up in his powerful arms and planted me on the table. I protested, "But now I'm too high up to suck ..."

"Half the customers that come into the restaurant want to give me a blow-job. Why would I want to fuck your face when you got the hottest ass I've ever seen?" Scottie barked while waving his dick at me. Then he grabbed me by the knees and flipped me onto my back, slamming my head against the tabletop.

My head was still ringing when I heard Kevin coming out of the kitchen. "You ready?" Scottie asked as Kevin nodded, took a seat in a booth and then laid out a container of ice cream on the table--along with a variety of toppings. Was he going to eat all that?

I was too busy watching Kevin to notice that Scottie had stroked his johnson to hardened perfection. But I sure noticed when he threw my legs onto his shoulders and plowed that motherfucker of a cock into my whipped-cream-covered hole. "You like that, buddy?" he asked once he'd plugged my butt to the hilt. All I could do was nod and grind my teeth together as I tried to recover from the force of Scottie's fuck.

Kevin wasn't finished with me yet either--as I discovered when he stood up and came over. He scooped out two scoops of French vanilla, one for each nipple, and mashed them into my pecs. It was so cold, it almost hurt! But it felt so good that I suppressed my howls as Kevin continued to cover the rest of my body in ice cream. Then, as it slowly began to melt, dribbling down my sides, Kevin doused my body with the assortment of toppings he'd brought in from the kitchen, whipped cream, caramel, butterscotch, strawberries, hot fudge--ooh, the hot fudge felt so warm and gooey.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kevin smirking. He must have seen my reaction, because he looked up and said, "Sorry, I just can't help myself. I'm so hungry. We were so busy tonight, I skipped dinner." Then Kevin took a plunge and started to lap at my sundae-covered skin, running his tongue up and down my body. It was incredible! So many sensations at once--I had never felt anything like it! (And all while Scottie was still drilling my ass. These guys had me so turned on!) Each time Kevin's moist, fleshy, tongue caressed my body, I could feel my cock jump, practically crying out for Kevin to gobble it up the same way he was doing to the ice cream.

But Kevin would not give me the satisfaction of sucking my cock, not yet at least. Painstakingly, he ran his tongue over every inch of body--every inch except the seven throbbing inches I wanted him to lick. Luckily, I still had Scottie ramming his sledgehammer of a dick in and out of my throbbing, aching asshole. He was such an unbelievable pro, backing up each inward thrust with so much power, he could've made me cum just by fucking my ass. But just before Scottie had pushed me to the point of no

return, he pulled his swollen prick out of my ass and added another topping to the sundae.

When he spilled as much of his cream as he could onto my body, Scottie breathed a haggard, "Boy, have I worked up an appetite ..."

"I'm sure we can take care of that," Kevin said as he served up three scoops onto my cum-covered dick. "So, what do you want on it?"

"Hmmm ... how 'bout some butterscotch and whipped cream?" Kevin complied, pouring out a healthy serving of dessert toppings. Scottie gobbled up a mouthful of the ice cream along with a mouthful of my cock. Then he stopped, looked up at Kevin and said, "It's missing something; try putting some of the caramel on it." Again Kevin complied, and again Scottie took a taste of the ice cream and my dick. "It's still missing something ... Try some of the hot fudge ... and a little more whipped cream," Scottie said, taking his mouth away from my dick again. All I wanted was for Scottie to suck off all the ice cream and the whipped cream--so he could get a taste of my cream. Scottie buried his face in the mix of ice cream and dessert toppings. This time when Scottie lifted his face from my crotch, it was smeared and he had an ear-to-ear smile. "That did the trick. Try it, Kevin," he said before they both dove in face first.

They went at it like dogs, licking and lapping hungrily until there was nothing left but a big meaty bone. They kept licking and licking, running their tongues up and down each side and over the head like a popsicle. Taking turns, Kevin and Scottie lowered their mouths down my pole, sucking until I exploded all over their faces, getting them even messier.

When we were finished in the dining room, Scottie and Kevin carried me into the kitchen and lowered me into the big industrial-size sink to clean me off. Then they took turns taking me, again and again. We didn't stop until Tom and Jake, who were there to open up the restaurant, interrupted us. I expected them to be disgusted by what we had pretty obviously been doing--or at least shocked to see Scottie and Kevin fucking me in the office. But as it turned out, I was the one who surprised when Tom and Jake stripped down and joined in.

I spent a couple more weeks working there, if you can call it that. By the time I left, all five guys must have had their dicks up my ass at least ten times each--sometimes even during the day while we worked! There was even one day when Scottie fucked me while I was doing the dishes. Let me tell you, when I finally decided to leave it was a hard decision to make. But I had to--the Big Apple was waiting for me. See ya there!