Working Class

Working Class

I hate my job. Like, I really hate my job. I work sporadic hours, not knowing my schedule until the week beforehand, accompanied by the smell of nauseating fast food, ignorant customers (“how much for a booket of cheekin?” Bitch, we sell them in groups of pieces, choose something from our motherfucking menu), and people who get angry when we don’t have everything they want. Like it’s our fault, bitch! God! I just hate it. I hate it all. The people working there are pretty nice, though. There’s Tyler, the sweet guy. Tammy, the silly, sweet black chick. Whoopi, the sassy black chick. Greg, the older, but really nice cook. And Allen. Allen’s cocky, egocentric, immature. Granted, he means well, it just doesn’t always come out right. And he’s hot. Yes, I’ll admit it; Allen was attrack. Standing six feet tall, short black hair, brown eyes and a smile that made you melt -- Allen was a hunk. If only he wasn’t so incompetent, crude, and arrogant. Oh, and it’d also help if I knew it he were actually gay or not. Yeah, so I’m a dude who likes dudes. What of it? Don’t like it, leave. Either way, I always go home from work thinking about Allen.

One night, I was going to clean the bathrooms (my least favorite job, to say the least). I was both excited and annoyed to find Allen standing at the urinal when I walked in. I rolled my eyes and groaned. “C’mon, Allen. Hurry up. I gotta clean the bathrooms so I can go home.” Allen turned his head to the side to see me. “Oh, hey, Nick” he said. That voice, my gosh! It was deep, but not too deep. Allen was a grade behind me, and a year younger than me, even though he was so much taller and more mature-looking than me. “You know, you don’t have to keep that fake smile on in here.” I looked in the mirror and realized  I was still wearing the plastered smile I wore up front when I was in view of the customers. Instantly, it disappeared from my face to be replaced by a look of annoyance. “There’s no cameras in here, so nobody can tell.”

“Just hurry it up,” I pestered.

Allen turned back and faced the wall. “Whenever I’m on my break, I like to come in here, where no one can see me, and just relax.” He was now officially avoiding my question.

“Well can’t you relax out in the lobby? I gotta clean.”

“Not exactly.”

Now he was just pissing me off. “Seriously, Allen. Come on.”

“Come see why.”

What? “Ew, gross! No, I don’t wanna see you pee!”

“I’m not peeing.”

Now I was even more confused. “What?”

Allen leaned to his left a little bit, turning slightly to reveal his rock hard cock in his hand. I dropped the mop with my jaw, and instantly felt my black uniform pants tenting. I tried to hide it, but it was as obvious as pen on paper. I saw a smirk form on Allen’s face. “Seems to me like you wanna join me.” He winked.

I just stood there, motionless in shock, mouth agape. Enormous cock still in hand, he walked over to me. “Let’s put that big mouth to good use.” He pushed me down to my knees and shoved himself in my mouth. My eyes grew wide and I choked as his humungous member pushed my gag reflex. “Awwww yeah,” he moaned, pushing his cock deeper and deeper down my throat. My tongue danced around his shaft as he thrust slowly in and out of my mouth. “Damn, Nick,” he groaned. “It’s like you’ve done this before.” I tried to nod, unsuccessfully. “Are you really gay?” he asked. I pulled my mouth off his dick, “If I weren’t,” I said, “do you think I’d be doing this to you right now?”

Allen hesitated. “Good point.” I opened my mouth for him to insert his penis again, but he didn’t. Instead, he got to his knees, and unzipped my pants, allowing my 7 inch long cut cock to pop out to freedom. He licked up and down the shaft, and I shuddered. “Holyshitthatfeelsamazing,” I slurred. He gave my dick a few good tugs before swallowing the thing whole. I let out a loud moan that Allen tapped me in the arm for, to tell me to shut up. He continued to suck my dick, all the while stroking his huge, wet manhood, slippery from my saliva and leaking precum.

Finally he pulled off my dick, looked up at me and asked, “Top or bottom?”

What? Was he really suggesting we fuck, right here, during work? I hesitated before answering. “Versatile...why?”

“Cuz I wanna fuck you. Is that okay with you?”

I was in utter shock. The asshole, the ironically attractive asshole, just offered to fuck me, but made sure it was okay with me first. In my shock, I could merely nod. He smiled. Adorable. We both stood up, and he took me into the stall. I leaned against, the wall as he unbuckled my belt and threw my pants and boxers to the ground. I blushed. This was happening so fast. His hands felt all the way up my body, under my shirt, and he pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor. “Wow, Nick, you look stunning.”

I certainly was not stunning. I needed to work out more, that was for sure. I had a little extra weight on me, but it wasn’t anything too serious. “Yeah, right.”

“No, really,” Allen said. “You’re beautiful.”

I blushed. Fuck, was I really letting him get to me this much? In one swift movement, he literally swept me off my feet. Now he was supporting me, my back leaning against the wall, my legs in his hands. Slowly he inserted his dick into my ass, missionary style. I screamed in agony, but Allen shut me up.

By kissing me.

I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss. His tongue crept into my mouth and swirled around my own. I wrapped my arm around his neck and embraced him. His dick was now inside me, and it felt amazing. Every thrust sent spirals upon spirals of pleasure rippling throughout my entire body. My own dick spasmed and twitched as he thrust me closer to my climax. After about a minute, he started speeding up his thrusts, and I moaned into his mouth, which made him send out a sporadic uneven thrust before returning to his accelerating rhythm. Finally he broke the kiss as he pulled out of my ass. His dick was twitching and spasming like mine. He gently set me down and we both rapidly pumped our cocks.

Allen was the first to spill his load. Six thick shots of cum spewed all over the floor, and after seeing Allen shoot, I lost it and added to the puddle.

Allen sat down on the toilet and waited for his breathing to return to normal. “Damn, Nick,” he panted. I smiled and put away my cock, walking over to him and playing with his hair. “Ohh, that feels good don’t stop.” I smiled and chuckled as I continued to rub Allen’s head. He shook his leg and panted like a dog, and I giggled. He looked up at me and smiled. Then kissed me. “Thank you for being my first time.”

Shit. I’d just taken some kid’s virginity away from him.

“I mean it,” he said, still smiling. “You’re amazing.” I blushed. “I want to do this again sometime.”

“Well, you get a break every day,” I winked at him.

He smiled, stood up, and hugged me, his cock still out and still dripping the remnants of him orgasm. “Thanks,” he said. “Call you later, cutie.” He winked, put his cock away, and exited the bathroom. I smiled, went back outside the stall, dipped the mop in the bucket and returned to wipe up our cum.

Did I mention how much I love my job?