Date: Sun, 04 Mar 2001 17:47:00 +1100
From: AJAY <mindmelded@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Burger King

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to read such erotic material as this, or if you are offended by the subject
matter, you shouldn't be reading this, so DO NOT READ any further. This is
a Fictional story and any relation to any real person is purely
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kick back and enjoy.


The Burger King


Stevie looked into those piercing pools of hazel and dived deep into their
crystalline depths, as he pulled down those red boxer briefs and started
stroking the cock of the man of his dreams and obviously enjoying it. Aaron
was getting off on this as much as Stevie, and that was all the
encouragement Stevie needed. Aaron, at 19, was only one year older than
Steven and his dark brown, styled hair shook with the pleasure he was
receiving.

"Oh Stevie, I'm going to cum, man. I'm gonna shoot. Ahhhhhhhhh..."

Stevie's eyes shot open with the images of Aaron shooting still fresh in
his mind. It was the early hours of the morning as he lay there on his bed,
slowly coming down from the second most incredible dream he ever had within
the space of one day. The first dream happened earlier today in the
showers. What a day this has been, thought Stevie as he sat up in bed. Bad
enough jerking off about it at the gym, but now he was even dreaming about
doing it with Aaron. He just couldn't work out what got into him and why he
was suddenly so infatuated with his morning shift manager from Burger King.

His morning had started off with a light spar session at the martial arts
school to get rid of any last minute kinks before the tournament in the
afternoon. While he is changing into his uniform, he gets propositioned as
well as a feel up from the very guy he is supposed to be fighting. He ends
up going down to the dude because he can't get the vision and feel of the
dude's hard, throbbing cock out of his head. On top of that he had to fess
up to his karate coach that he has the hots for his competitor and his
hormones took over, which is why he took a pounding in the tournament. If
that wasn't bad enough, he daydreams in the shower about getting it off
with his Manager and coats the shower walls with his jizz. To top it off,
just before heading off to work, he practically has a wet dream about the
guy again. Can it get any better than this, or is this a typical day in the
life of an eighteen year old virgin? Stevie wondered.

Glancing over at the clock, he had just half an hour to have a shower, get
dressed, and head off to work. While the breakfast shift didn't start until
about 7am, Stevie always liked to get to work just before 4:45am so he
could spend some time alone with Aaron. Well as alone as you can get with
the maintenance guy there as well, anyway. Not that anything had ever
happened when they were alone, much to Steven's regret. But he just liked
being the centre of Aaron's attention and that was the best time to have
it. Some of his more memorable moments with Aaron were spent in the
washroom while filling cloth buckets with warm, sanitised water, and
changing the oil in the cooking vats. These were the times before the rest
of the crew started, and Aaron was like one of the boys instead of store
manager, and he opened up and talking to Stevie like they were best mates.
At first Aaron used to kid around that Stevie was trying to get a promotion
to Assistant Manager, but he really enjoyed Steven's company in those early
hours, too. If Stevie only knew what was going through Aaron's mind.

In record time Steven had showered, shaved, pampered and changed and was
standing outside Burger King just as the sun was starting to rise, and the
birds in the nearby park were warbling their early morning song. Normally,
the maintenance guy was there to open up and let Stevie in, before Aaron
had even arrived. The guy normally gets in about 4am, but this morning it
was Aaron who opened the door for Stevie.

"Hi stud, looks like I finally get to beat my number one employee!" said
Aaron.

"Excuse me?" replied Stevie, not sure if he had heard correctly.

"Ralph called in saying he was sick, so its only you and I here until the
shift starts. SO I finally got here before you did. This day has to be
added to the Book of world records." Aaron smiled giving Steven a nudge and
ushering him into the restaurant.

Greetings were exchanged and the guys began their normal ritual of
preparing for the breakfast rush. Stevie noticed there seemed to be
something different about Aaron this morning. Every time he looked over at
Aaron, it seemed as though he was watching him. Steven put it down to his
over-active infatuation with Aaron lately and went to back to work ignoring
the stares and feeling of being watched. A couple of hours went by and all
that was left before the gang arrived for the shift was to clean out the
oil vats. It was not a task he particularly enjoyed this morning as his
muscles were a little stiff from competition, but it had to be done and
Stevie was the one to do it.

As Steven bent over the vat and began cleaning it out with a cloth once it
was emptied, Aaron looked over at his young protege once more. His top half
was bent over into the vat, giving Aaron a perfect view of those twin orbs
that begged to be pinched and touched and kneaded. It took all of Aaron's
self control not to go straight over there and pull down Stevie's pants
there and then to worship those buttocks they way they should be. Lost in
his dream of rimming those beautiful buns of Steven, he did not know how
long he stood there in wanton desire. Next thing he knew, Aaron was
standing right behind Stevie. He pressed his hips forward and made contact
with the warmth of that mouth-watering flesh. Stevie was startled by the
sudden contact and stood up straight, falling back into Aaron's arms.

"Whoa, sorry big guy". Said Aaron, "I didn't mean to startle you. I was
just looking to see how far along you were with the vat.

"Ummm, that's okay." Replied Stevie, "I didn't know you were standing
there, that's all."

Aaron's arms were still wrapped around Stevie's waist and his hips were
still pressed against Stevie's backside. Maybe it was Stevie's imagination,
but he was sure he felt something hard pressed up against his buns as well.
Was this turning on Aaron? Stevie liked the body contact and did nothing to
stop Aaron from holding on. The arms around the waist, the contact of
Aaron's hips against him, and the warmth of his breath tickling the hairs
on the back of his neck, were all having the desired effect on him as well.
Steven wanted those hands around him to work their way into his pants and
find the growing hardness, but even this contact was more than Stevie could
have hoped for.

Realising that he couldn't hold on to the young stud any longer without
making it obvious that he had ulterior motives to just steadying his
friend, Aaron grudgingly let go of his hold on Steven. Steven turned around
to face his manager and smiled. Aaron smiled back and placed his hands on
Steven's shoulders. Steven's muscles were a little tender from the exertion
and winced slightly from the contact.

"Hey, you a little tender there? Maybe you better finish with the vat and
come over here and I'll get those kinks out of your muscles."

"No, it's alright. I'm just a little tense. It'll go away as the day goes on."

"Bull-crap. I can't have my best employee getting all stiff in the middle
of the breakfast rush now, can I? I wouldn't know how to handle it if that
happened. So you let me take care of it now for you before it gets too much
to handle."

Before Stevie could utter another protest, he was dragged over to the
tables and forced to straddle a chair backwards while Aaron rested against
a table behind him and began to work on Steven's shoulders and neck muscles.

"Actually after the punishment you took this at the comp today, I'm
surprised you even made it to work today at all?"

"How did you know about the comp? Ohhhh. That feels nice. Don't tell me the
rumour mill is spreading the word about my defeat already? Ahhhhh!"

"No. No one is talking about it. I was there."

"You were there? You saw my bout? I didn't even know you liked karate? Why
didn't you come say hello?"

"I don't like karate as such. Let's just say I have other interests in
being there. You looked pretty psyched up before the bout so I didn't want
to break your concentration. After the fight you were pretty down, so I
thought I'd better leave you alone."

"Next time you come you better make sure you say hello. I'd love to
introduce you to my coach, I'm sure you two would hit it off. You guys are
the best two friends I have."

Stevie suddenly realised what he was saying and shut up before he blurted
out just how much he liked Aaron. It was as though the massaging was
breaking down his defences and releasing his inhibitions. It felt better
than he ever thought it would, and it was his fantasy guy who was giving it
to him.

"This feels fantastic Aaron. Where did you learn to do this? You take a
course or something?"

"No course. I've just had plenty of practice. My brother used to play
football and I just to soothe his muscles after the game because the nerve
in his shoulder used to seize up from time to time. You kind of pick up
things along the way about what feels good."

Aaron glanced over the shoulder of his friend while he worked on those
muscles and noticed that Stevie was enjoying the massage very much indeed.
The front of his pants were tented out and it looked like the beginnings of
a wet spot forming at the head.

"Stevie, if you like I could give you a full body massage. Why don't you
lie down on the table here and I could work on your back muscles?"

"Okay, you're the boss." Said Stevie, never missing an opportunity to have
Aaron's hands upon him.


Steven got off the chair and lay out on the table with his arms and legs
dangling off the sides, while Aaron went to work on Stevie's back. The
heels of his Aaron's palms worked their way down Steven's back in small
circles, taking away the aches of stretched muscles. Lower, and lower those
hands travelled until they rested at Stevie's lower back. It had become
more than just a therapeutic massage as those hands hovered over Steven's
buttocks. To hold those twin orbs in his palms would take both guys to a
place where neither would be willing to turn back from. It was the time of
reckoning a time where both wanted to give in to their desires, being
unaware of the other's lust. Aaron's hand moved over those pert buns and
felt the warmth and solidness beneath him. A sigh escaped from Steven's
lips as Aaron kneaded those huge muscles as though he was a baker preparing
the dough.

Steven felt his hardness grinding against the tabletop, as Aaron worked on
him from above. He felt those hands taking him to a new plain for pleasure
and he did not want it to stop. But he wanted Aaron to stop working on his
arse so he could turn over and show Aaron just how much he really wanted
him. He wanted his fantasy man to take his hard member in his hands and
bring him to a joyous climax. Then he wanted to get down on his knees and
give his boss a blowjob right here in the restaurant where they worked.
There was much that both boys wanted to happen, but this was as far as it
was going to get for now. The shift crew began arriving and the massage was
abruptly halted. Aaron noticed the pulsing member of Stevie's as he got off
the table. Seven noticed Aaron's hard phallus as he glanced down at his
friend as they made their way behind the counter. In that moment both knew
of the other's desire, but for now it would have to wait.


Within minutes of the first arrival, the restaurant began to fill with
hungry patrons eager to get their morning fill before the dawning of a new
working day. Stevie was assigned to the drive-thru while Aaron hovered
around the front counter. Both were too busy to think about the turn of
events of the morning even though both wanted to say something to the
other, to tell each other know it was okay. Stevie was thinking about how
Aaron's hands felt on him as another car pulled up to the window.

"Good morning, can I take your order please?" said Stevie.

"Hi stud. Can I have a burger and a blowjob?" asked the driver.

Stevie's head jerked up as he looked out at the insolent driver. It was
none other than George Fragopoulos, the dude who had kicked his butt in the
karate tournament, smiling at Stevie's discomfort while groping himself.

"Will you keep it down?" said Stevie looking around worriedly in case one
of his co-workers had overhead George's comments. "You'll get me in trouble
with my boss."

"Don't worry stud, I've got it all in hand. So you want to give me a blow
to start the day for me?"

"Did you just come here to hassle me and get me fired?"

"You won't get fired, believe me. But I've got these free breakfast coupons
and I've come here to use them. Having you here is a bonus. I tell ya what,
instead of giving me head in front of your friends, you can meet me when
you get off work down behind the Christian Brothers College ovals, off
Wakefields. I normally do a few laps down there before a workout and you
can help me out."

"What makes you think I'm going to even show?"

"You'll show, stud. You want a taste of this." Said George, giving his dick
another squeeze. "And if you don't, I'll just have to tell your boss here
how much you like my dick."

"You wouldn't dare."

"I won't have to because you'll do what I say anyway. Now get me my
breakfast like a good boy and I'll see you later. I'm going to make it
worth your while, believe me. Might even be a surprise or two in store for
you."

Stevie didn't even acknowledge that last remark and went about filling
George's breakfast order. The guy was an insolent prick who thought he
could get his own way. No way was he going to show up at the Ovals. George
had no proof and it would be just his word against Stevie's. But the
rumours would do the damage, Stevie had seen how the gossip mongers had
destroyed friendships, reputations and budding relationships. Stevie had to
get the upperhand and the only way to do this would be to confront George
after work away from his co-workers. He decided to do it after work, but
first he had to decide what to do about Aaron. Why did life have to be so
complicated?


To be continued..