I'm working the night shift, which is basically sitting at my desk doing absolutely nothing until 10 PM. Nothing but paperwork, paperwork, a call in between, more paperwork. Two breaks, one lunch. I have my lunch at 6:30. My favorite time of the work day. I'm 24 and so far life is completely nothing but boring events, and my job (which I have been working at since I was 20, and only 1 promotion). Anyways, lunch was the most exciting part of the day on this specific day, here in San Diego.
***
"Cya Darren," I called to the gorgeous man I work next to everyday. Gorgeous? Here's what I mean. He's absolutely perfect. 6 foot 2, with a beautiful build. A nicely toned, muscular chest. It shows through those clean, tight buttoned up shirts he wears. He has short, dark brown hair, and these big and brown eyes. I never seem to keep my eyes off them, that's how attractive they are. He has these nice, beautiful legs inside his dress pants, or in his shorts he wears on casual Fridays. When he wears short sleeved shirts, he shows off his hairy arms. And they have a perfect amount of hair on them, not too much, not too little, just like how like my men. His dick is absolutely beautiful!! Yes. I've taken note at the urinal plenty of times.
"Cya Rickster," he said, without looking up from his computer screen. He has his own nickname for me! My real name is Richard. To be honest, Rickster sounds terrible, but it's the way Darren says it in his sexy, deep, 24 year old voice is what makes me cope with it.
I stepped out of the door into the fresh air. Did a quick little jog around the employee parking lot before hopping onto my basic, silver, 2007 model Nissan Altima. Then I pulled out of the lot and headed up the hill to the Wendy's down the street. It was a short, 3 minute drive. I hopped out and sprinted into the door of the restaurant, careful not to waste too much of my 30 minute lunch break. I waved at my favorite cashier, Tony, who is just like Darren, except with blonde hair, blue eyes, and he's a couple inches shorter, but the same height as me. I placed my order and then went to the bathroom. Guess who was there before me? Tony.
"Hiya Tony!" I exclaimed to him, a little too excitedly. I was suddenly wondering if some of my fantasies with one of my two favorite men would be coming true.
"Hey there," he said, in a deep voice (exactly like Darren's!). He wasn't in his Wendy's uniform anymore, just a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. His clothes were tossed on the floor, as he was finishing up at the urinal. I couldn't help but get hard inside of my tight pants. He turned around to face me, his chest showing through the tight t-shirt. I think he noticed my hard member, because he kind of grinned, picked up his clothes, and made a mad dash for the door. I guess I had scared him off, so bad he forgot to wash his hands.
I was replaying the scene of him pissing (mainly the part of peeking at his dick), and jerking myself when someone walked in. I turned around, face bright red, to see it was Tony.
"Someone's a little hard," he said, teasing me, his eyes glued to my 6 inch cock. I then became fully erect all over again, seeing him looking at me like that. He strutted over to me, his gorgeous 6 foot tall figure making me drool. Then he did the weirdest thing. He grabbed me softly around the waist, twisted me around, and got on his knees. I was shocked. I didn't know Tony was gay, he seemed like the type that would use his beautiful body for women, not for a 6 foot, regular sized man with black hair (which is me). My only beauty was my eyes. They were a beautiful blue, just like Tony's, not to brag, but I needed at least one thing to be proud of. My member was about a centimeter away from his face. He kissed my tip. I almost fainted. Then he went all around my cock, kissing it. Just when I was starting to think this was all I would get (not to be ungrateful), he wrapped his lips around my penis. He took one of his hands and massaged my balls. Then he went all around my penis, getting it wet with saliva. He used his free hand to undo my belt. His eyes looked up at me, with a sort of pleading appearance. I helped him undo my pants and tugged them down.