Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2008 23:35:35 -0500
From: A. Nonymous <goodapplebuddy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Working Hard 5

Disclaimer: Don't read this if you know it isn't what you're looking for.
This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead
is purely coincidental.

"Wanna spoon?" Chisum asked, consequently startling Mike.  Mike looked up
from the bowl of soup he was about to carry out to the dining room to see
the 18-year-old brother of his latest sexual conquest offering an actual
eating utensil.  Mike took the offered spoon and walked quickly out to the
dining room, attempting to shake off the feeling that Chisum's comment had
a double meaning.

As Mike walked to the particular destination of the soup, he considered
what had happened the night before, when he had fucked Chisum's
20-year-old, macho, broil cook brother Trevor in the kitchen after the
restaurant closed, and Chisum, expecting to pick up his brother, walked in
on them.  Of course Mike had forgotten to lock the front door.  Of course
Trevor had neglected to call his brother and tell him he had found an
alternative ride.  In their intense session, neither Trevor nor Mike had
remembered the obvious omens of possible intrusion.  So an unwitting
Chisum, finding the front door unlocked, walked into the restaurant to find
his older brother, and one minute later, a confused Chisum walked back out.
Neither Trevor nor Mike had a chance to explain the compromising
circumstances.

After dropping off the soup, Mike walked back to the kitchen, turning over
the possibilities of what Chisum had just said.  Surely Chisum wasn't
baiting him with veiled invitations for gay sex.  Was he?  It was hard to
tell if that second nature of the comment was meant.  Surely the ever-macho
Trevor had not told his younger brother of the details of what had happened
between him and Mike.  Or had he?

Mike returned to the kitchen to find a gaggle of servers and hosts gathered
around the beverage station, engaging in gossip and stuffing their faces
with the collection of baked goods, snacks, and candy that inevitably
appeared each day.  Chisum was a member of the gathering, and seeing Mike
enter the kitchen, picked up a chocolate peanut cluster and slipped it into
his mouth.  Giving a look of supreme satisfaction, he looked at Mike and
said: "Mmm.  I love chocolate-covered nuts.  Want some, Mike?"

Mike looked around, checking that none of the staff had let their attention
stray far enough from the gossip to ponder the possible second meaning of
the statement, then he threw a questioning look to Chisum.  Chisum threw a
knowing look back.

*****************************************************

Once again, Mike found himself in the office printing off the last reports
of the night.  A creature of habit, Mike left the office and went out into
the assumably empty dining room to check the cleanliness.  Satisfied he
went into the kitchen to do a similar check, only to find that once again
his assumption of vacancy was wrong.  Chisum stood, slightly stooped over,
leaning against the edge of the food-pass window looking onto the cooking
line, his ass sticking out prominently.  Hearing Mike's entry, he turned
around.

"I stuck around to see if you want a ride," Chisum explained.

"I don't need a ride, I have my car," replied a befuddled Mike.

"No, I didn't mean that kind of ride," said Chisum.

"What kind of ride did you mean?"  Mike inquired.

"Trevor's been using my ass as his own personal cum-dump since I was 13 and
he was 15.  He told me all about what happened last night.  It sounded hot.
So...I was wondering if...if you want to ride my ass like you rode his."

Mike couldn't believe his ears.  He began sizing up Chisum, turning over
the proposition in his head like Tyler had once considered a similar
proposition he had made.  Chisum was kind of cute.  He was shorter and not
quite as thin as his brother; although not chunky, Chisum had a solid build
that showed some muscle, though not overly defined.  He had the same sexy
olive skin tone as his brother, but unlike his brother, he was
clean-shaven.  Mike was turned on that somebody was so willing and eager to
be fucked by him.

"Hell yeah, I'll fuck the shit out of you, Chisum.  But let's do it out in
the dining room.  It took me forever to clean up the kitchen last night."

Together they walked out into the vacant dining room.  Mike turned off all
of the lights so that even though the blinds were open, if anybody were to
drive by they would not be able to see in.  The streetlamps cast a faint
orange glow through the windows.  Together, they walked up to one of the
booths.  Mike gently pushed Chisum onto the edge of the table, then grabbed
his shirtfront and pulled him close enough to kiss.  Their lips touched,
and Mike, being the more experienced, pushed his tongue into Chisum's mouth
and began to explore.  His hands meanwhile roved over Chisum's body,
unbuttoning shirt buttons and loosening Chisum's belt.  Chisum took the cue
and did likewise for Mike.

After a few minutes of making out and undressing each other, they parted
and drank in each other's bodies with their eyes.  Chisum, at this point,
was sitting bare-assed on the table, his smooth body showing slight
definition in the faint orange light.  With the exception of his armpits,
treasure trail, lightly haired legs, and dark, curly bush, the young man
was hairless.  In contrast, Mike had paler skin, an abundance of brown,
curly hair on his chest and flat stomach, and a slighter and taller frame.
In a strange deja-vu of the previous night, Mike's boxers and pants lay
bunched around his ankles.  Each sported a raging erection: Chisum's cut
8-incher resembled his brother's in almost every detail, while Mike's
thicker 7 inches were at full mast.  Mike raised his eyes from Chisum's
body to find Chisum's brown eyes staring back into his.

"Fuck me."

Mike walked a few steps to the nearest side station and grabbed a cruet of
salad oil.  Walking back, he drizzled some on his dick.  He then pushed
Chisum back so that he was laying on table with his legs dangling off the
edge.  Mike raised Chisum's legs so that they were resting on Mike's
shoulders, then drizzled some more oil onto his fingers so he could lube up
Chisum's hole.  Sticking his fingers into Chisum's pucker, he found that he
was met with little resistance.  This was definitely not Chisum's first
time getting fucked.

Mike felt a feeling of deja-vu as he pressed his cockhead up to Chisum's
hole.  However, unlike with Trevor, Mike's fat cock slid with with no
resistance.  He pulled back out.  Chisum's ass was amazing, responding to
Mike's cock perfectly.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Mike let out under his breath.  Unlike Trevor, Chisum was
silent, a look of ecstasy etched on his face.

Mike got into a regular rhythm, enjoying every minute of the sweet ass he
was drilling.  It was a relatively new experience for him, being the one
fucking, not getting fucked.  Meanwhile, Chisum was enjoying himself as
well, stroking his own cock and taking delight in the fat cock massaging
his prostrate.  Such fun went on for a solid fifteen minutes, but like all
good things, eventually came to an end.

Chisum was the first to blow his load.  Five huge geysers of thick, warm
cum spurted from the end of his eight-incher, the first getting enough
distance to splatter his cheek and dribble down his chin.  The others
landed on his smooth torso.  Seeing Chisum cum was almost too much for
Mike, who subsequently shot his own cum up Chisum's ass.  After giving a
last couple thrusts, Mike pulled out and bent over the table, giving Chisum
one last kiss.

He then whispered: "If you let me do this every time you see me and your
brother going at it, you can walk in on us every time."