Coming Out: An after-school job leads to a sexual awakening

It’s the end of October. A week has passed since the night I sucked off Chris and Sebastian in the back office at Taco Casa. 

I’ve seen Sebastian in class and walked by him in the halls at school. He always says hi. Once, he was walking with his girlfriend with his arm around her. I wondered if she had moved beyond giving him hand jobs. How sad if his gorgeous cock isn’t getting the attention it deserves. 

Home life is good. I’ve jerked off to memories of Sebastian a lot. Sebastian’s underwear has come in handy for that. I swear I can still smell his musk on it. My sister, her husband and I went to see “Greystroke: The Legend of Tarzan” last weekend so I’ve beaten off to thoughts of the shirtless Tarzan scenes, too. 

At work, I’ve had two shifts with Chris. My first shift was very short, and we were slammed with customers so nothing happened. The second time, I was working 5-to-close and after we finished cleaning up the store at the end of the night, he sent the other late person home and held me back. I spent a half hour between his legs servicing him while he berated me with insults. 

It’s now a Friday night, and I arrive at Taco Casa at 5 for my shift. 

I knew Chris would be the manager tonight so I’m braced. Part of me is disgusted, and part of me is longing for cock. 

When I walk in the back door, Chris is talking to a teen in street clothes. I recognize him as an exchange student at Cleveland High from Australia. He’s a junior named Shawn. He has long, shaggy, light brown hair with a beefy body. He’s shorter than me, broad in the shoulders, thick in the chest. 

“Matty!” Chris yells. “Come here. The new guy here needs help and who better to help than our resident fag.” 

They are in the storage room, and Chris is rifling through the uniform box. “Kangaroo Jack here needs a uniform. Roo, take your shirt off!”

Shawn removes his shirt. He has awesome pecs and large, perky nipples that you’d want to nibble. A flat stomach. No treasure trail. I guess he hasn’t reached that stage of puberty. 

Chris finds a large-size shirt and throws it to Shawn. “Try this.” Shawn puts it on, and Chris looks at me, “Too loose, huh?”

He turns to Shawn and adds, "Our fag thinks you need to show off more. Take it off, Roo.” He tosses Shawn a medium. “Still too large, don’t you think, Matty?” I thought it looked fine, but shrug. 

Chris then gives Shawn a small. It’s tight around Shawn’s chest. The shirt shows the outline of his nipples and barely covers his stomach.

“Do you like that, Matty? Yep, I see Matty’s cock twitching. That’s the size we want. Now take off your pants, Roo.” 

Shawn glances from Chris to me quizzical about whether Chris is serious.

“I said take off your pants!" Chris yells. "I don’t have all day. We have to find some that fit you!” Shawn kicks off his shoes and drops his jeans. He has thick thighs. His calves are covered in light brown hair. My eyes zero in on the package in the briefs. It’s a nice bulge. 

Shawn is red in the face as Chris starts his game over again with the pants. 

He hands Shawn a very small size. Shawn manages to pull them over his thighs but then struggles to zip them. Chris sneers and laughs. “We can’t have you bursting out of your pants with an erection. We don’t have sausage specials here. And worse, Matty will cream his own pants if that happens.” 

Shawn is handed a pair that are clearly too big. They are so baggy that they would fall off without a belt. But Chris tells Shawn to try them on. 

“I think those are too large,” I say, stating the obvious. Chris says, “You’re right. Roo, you’re going to have to strip again. Don’t worry. We’ll get you dressed right.”

Chris has been thumbing through the pants box while Shawn tried on the baggy pair. He tosses Shawn the next selection. I see the tag and note they’re a size larger than the first pair. Shawn pulls them on. His bulge is distinct in them, but the pants aren’t going to tear open. 

Chris says, “Turn around and show us your ass.” Shawn looks at me as if appealing for help before turning around. The fabric is tight. His ass cheeks stand out. 

“Perfect fit,” Chris announces. “Just keep the hard-ons to a minimum, Roo. This is a family restaurant.” 

No one in the store is dressed like that. We’re Taco Casa, not Hooter’s. But it’s another day in Chris’ warped world. 

Chris walks away. I look at Shawn and say, “Sorry. He’s a real jerk. Wait until you have a shift with another manager and tell them you think the clothes are too tight. They will let you change.” 

“Thanks, Matty,” he says. 

I reply, “It’s Matt. Nicknames and calling people fags and bitches are part of Chris’ effort to dominate and humiliate everyone. Most people here are nice. Holler if you need anything.”

“Thanks, bud,’ he replies.

Chris puts me on one of the cash registers. Shawn has the entry-level position — drinks and lobby clean-up. The night moves along like most Fridays. There is a very busy dinner peak as people go out to eat and head to movie theaters or bars. A lot of people come from the surrounding rural areas for nights out on the weekends, too.

A little after 10, we are slammed with students from Roosevelt High. That’s Chris’ high school. Their football team was playing a state rival — Highlands High from Smithfield — tonight. Roosevelt High and its football stadium are two blocks away. Taco Casa and the neighboring fast-food places are overrun for the next hour. 

Around 11, business slows. Two football players walk in wearing their letterman jackets. Remember those two football players I mentioned before that I thought were hot and then Chris said he caught me checking them out? It’s those guys. 

They are both seniors. I’m not quite sure what positions they are. I don’t follow sports that much, but the newspaper has written a lot about them. I think I read that they’re wide receivers or tight-ends. They have athletic builds, but are not the gargantuan size of players in the front lines. 

Reggie is black — from one of the very few African-American families in Grand Valley. He styles  his hair in a short mop of dreads. He has grown a small mustache and goatee. He is only wearing his letterman jacket. It’s unzipped, showing off his dark brown chest. 

Grant is the other kid. Blond and blue-eyed, Grant is wearing a white muscle top. You can see his nipples poking against the thin fabric. His biceps are imposing. Light blond hair runs up his forearms and sticks out slightly from his pits. 

I begin the required Taco Casa pitch: “Hi, welcome to Taco Casa. May I take your order?”

Grant speaks up. “In a minute, dude. Is Chris around?”

I go back to the office where Chris is tallying the receipts from the other cash registers. I tell him some guys are asking for him. He places the money and account ledger in the vault and heads to the front with me. 

“Grant, Reggie! You guys won, huh? Awesome.” 

He high-fives both of them. Grant looks at Chris and says, “Are you going to keep that promise you made if we won?” Chris replies, “Of course, order some food first from this fag. It’s on me.” He leans in and whispers something to Grant. I can’t hear them. 

Grant and Reggie order a bunch of food. Chris makes it himself, stuffing the tacos extra full. 

Shawn hands them their drinks. Reggie says, “Damn, Chris. What kind of freaks are you hiring? Who is this?”

“Oh, that’s Kangaroo Jack. He’s from Australia. I thought the girls would spend more money if I dressed him up.” 

Reggie reaches over the counter and twists one of Shawn’s nipples hard through his shirt. Shawn tries to jump back, but Reggie is fast. He grabs Shawn’s arm to hold him in place and does the same to the other nipple. You can tell it was painful by the strain on Shawn’s face. 

“There! I helped you out, Chris. More noticeable nipples now.” 

Reggie, Grant and Chris all laugh as Shawn turns red and walks away. Grant shouts, “Reggie, you like big booties. That ass looks like it was made for you to mount it.” The three of them laugh again as Shawn turns into the kitchen area.   

Reggie and Grant sit down, eat and leave. Shawn heads to the lobby and cleans up their mess. I exhale. That’s over with. It should be a simple run from now to closing. And, Chris hasn’t demanded I suck him. 

Reggie and Grant walk back in and call for Chris. The three stand at the end of the counter and whisper again. They leave, and Chris walks over to me. “The guys tell me the bathroom is a pigsty. I need you to go clean it.” 

I protest that Shawn is on drinks and cleaning. Chris rebuffs me. 

“No. He’s new, and you know what to do. I want the bathroom and everything in there cleaned. Our customers should be satisfied. There better not be any complaints about you performing your job up to my standards. You understand? Go do it.” 

Our bathrooms are oddly located. They were built with access only from the outside in the rear of the building. 

I go out and walk into the men’s restroom. Grant and Reggie are standing inside. I notice the place is almost spotless. Grant pushes the door closed and turns the lock. 

Fuck! 

Reggie speaks, “Chris promised us a gift if we won the game. Chris grew up in Smithfield and hates the place and particularly hates one of their players. We made sure the guy got the crap beat out of him tonight. You’re our gift. Chris said he’d give us a faggot to play with. He promised we’d be satisfied.” 

Grant pushes me against a wall. He rests one hand on the wall over my head and leans in. My nose is almost touching his underarm hair and I can smell a strong aroma of hours of built-up game sweat. He clearly didn’t shower after the game. I can’t help but draw in another breath. I can feel my cock perk up.

“Thanksgiving is coming early for you,” Grant says. “You’re about to get a juicy selection of white meat and dark meat.”

Reggie laughs. 

“He’s sniffing your pit, dude. Make him lick it.”

Grant is still face to face with me. “You heard him.” 

I have no way out. Even if I wanted to fight, there are two of them and they have a lot of size and strength over me. I lean into Grant’s underarm and lap my tongue slowly across it. The salty taste of sweat excites my cock more.

Grant steps away. Reggie replaces him. With no shirt under his jacket, his curly black underarm hair is exposed as he lifts up his arm. I lick over it like I did Grant’s. The hair is corse. The taste different. 

Reggie grips my crotch. 

“Seems like the fag is enjoying himself. But I still think we need to make sure he is compliant.” Reggie removes my belt and pulls my arms behind my back and then ties my wrists together. 

Grant laughs and looks at Reggie, “OK, who first?”

“You go first, Grant. Break him in for me. I’ll beat the little bitch if he acts out with you.” 

Grant pulls off the tank top and undresses. He has washboard abs. A treasure trail runs down to a light blond bush of pubes. His thighs and calves are covered in blond hair and leave no doubt that he works out daily on strengthening routines. His arms are the same. His cock is hard and erect. I’d say it’s 6 1/2 inches. 

Grant orders me to kneel and runs his cock slowly across my face. He then grabs me by my hair and beats his cock against me. 

“Suck my nuts!” he orders. His ball sac has a covering of blond hairs. I move my lips to secure one ball in my mouth and begin licking and mouthing it. “Both,” he says. Without my hands to help, I keep working my mouth around and pull both in. I roll my tongue over them again and again, wetting them with my saliva. His cock is lying against my face and pre-cum dripping onto me. 

“That’s a good bitch. Keep it up.”

I do as I’m told. I alternate — sucking both balls, mouthing only one, licking his sac. Grant is moaning. He has a real ball fetish. I lose track of how long I’ve been his ball slave. 

He finally tells me to stop and whacks his cock again on my face. “It’s time to get me off.” 

Grant grabs my head and slams his cock in. As he begins pounding away, he yells, “I’m going to face-fuck you into tomorrow.”

He has a tight grip and begins thrusting his hips hard and rapidly into my face. It’s like he’s trying to drive his cock through the back of my head. 

I have no control with my hands tied behind my back. I struggle to maintain my balance because of the violence of the thrusts. Grant buries his cock deep in my mouth each time. My mouth is emitting strange sucking sounds as I hold my lips around the cock. My eyes are watering. My whole body is tense and sweating. 

He’s panting at the fast pace and aggressiveness of his face-fucking.

It seems like it’s been an eternity when he switches a slow but still aggressive thrust. On the third of these thrusts, his cock explodes. My mouth is filling with cum. He continues to face-fuck me. I can’t keep up. More cum is drooling out the sides of my mouth than going down my throat. “Swallow, bitch! Swallow!” 

He pulls his cock out. “Kiss it!” I kiss the tip of the head and capture the last bits of seed dribbling out. “What do you say, bitch?” I reply, “Thank you, sir.” 

“Reggie, you’re up. Dark meat time,” Grant says. 

Reggie takes off his lettermen jacket, revealing all of his dark brown upper body. It’s hairless, but for a treasure trail. He has washboard abs and a well-defined chest. He is taller and heavier than Grant, and his biceps and forearms are larger. 

“Do you think we could leave him a little worse for wear? After watching you face-fuck him, I need more,” Reggie says. 

Grant shrugs, “Why would Chris care? He said not to leave until we were highly satisfied. I say that means we’re done when you’re satisfied.” 

Reggie undoes the button at the top of his jeans and orders me to take them off. I look puzzled as my hands are tied behind my back. Grant screams, “Do what Reggie says!” 

I lean forward and struggle to get the zipper in between my teeth. I tug and tug with my mouth until the zipper lowers. I then grip one side of the jeans in my mouth and pull down. I work my way around Reggie doing that over and over until the pants fall to the floor. 

I’m face to face with what looks like a monster cock through Reggie’s briefs. 

“Now, my underwear, bitch.” I grasp the elastic band of the briefs above his crotch in my teeth and pull downward. This is a difficult task, particularly given the briefs are tight and his crotch and ass press out against the front and back. I finally succeed. The briefs fall to Reggie’s feet. A huge cock pops free and erect.

Reggie has curly dark pubes. The cock is larger than Sebastian’s. I’d guess 9 inches. The shaft is a dark, dark brown, but the head is a lighter shade. His thighs and calves are huge and hairless. I can’t decide if he shaves them.

Reggie orders me to suck his dick. I begin doing so. He isn’t forcing anything so I handle his large size like I did Sebastian’s. I spend 15 minutes licking and sucking when Reggie breathing becomes heavier and I think he might be close to cumming.

He pulls out and looks at Grant. 

“How shall I do this in here?” he asks. 

Grant replies: “However, you want. The floor might be a little gross. Against the wall?” 

Reggie orders me to stand. I get off my knees, and Grant unties my hands. I rub my wrists. 

Reggie looks at me and says, “Strip.”

“You heard the man,” Grant says. “Strip.” 

I drop my shirt to the floor. I kick off my shoes, remove my socks and pull off my pants and underwear. I’m sweaty. My cock is at full attention. I place my hands over it, and the two of them laugh. 

Reggie walks behind me and gropes my ass cheeks. “Tonight, we’re going to pop your cherry.” 

My heart is racing. His cock is huge, and I have zero knowledge of how to get fucked.

“You’re going to wish you had better lubricant than spit” Reggie adds. “I have a small case of Vaseline in my jacket. Even the bitches I fuck need it. But you’re going to have to beg me to use it.”

I start pleading with him. I can’t imagine something that gargantuan fitting up a tiny asshole. 

“Please. I want your dick. I want you to fuck me. But I’ve never been fucked, and you’re huge. Please. I won’t tell anyone about tonight. Fuck me. I’m here to please you.”

Grant walks up behind me and shoves a finger against my hole. I reflexively tighten it.

“Damn, you’re going to tear this tiny cherry apart, Reggie. But I’m not convinced he is sufficiently appreciative to get any help. I think you should just do it raw.”

I’m shaking. “Please, please. What do you want? Tell me and I’ll do it.” Reggie shrugs and strokes his cock. “Your spit has dried up,” he says. 

“Money?” I ask. “Nah,” Reggie says. “We’re set.”

“A favor. Anything you want.”

I can’t see Grant because he’s behind me, but they exchange glances. “OK,” Reggie says. “You’d owe both of us favors. Whatever we want.”

Reggie reaches down to his jacket and pulls out the Vaseline. He tosses it to me. “Lube my dick and your hole.” I take a glob of Vaseline and spread it over his cock and head. I take another glob and work it around and into my asshole. 

I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. I’ll deal with the favors later if I have to.

Reggie says, “It’s time, bitch. Lean against the wall.” I do as he orders. He moves behind me. “Bend over more. And, I’d suggest you relax and don’t fight it. My cock is going inside your ass and I’m going to fuck you hard until I cum. Whether you fight it or not is your choice.” 

With his legs, he pushes mine farther apart. He then grabs my hips and pulls them backward. I’m holding myself up with my hands against the wall. He grips the base of his cock and pushes it between my ass cheeks to the entrance of my hole. He grabs my hips again and says, “Here it comes.”

He thrusts forward. Even with the Vaseline, I scream and tighten my hole. Reggie thrusts forward again. My hole loosens on my outward gasp and the first couple inches of cock are implanted inside me. 

Reggie takes a breath and begins slowly driving himself in and out of me, penetrating deeper each time. My ass is ablaze in feeling. 

“I can’t take it,” I holler. “I can’t. It’s too big.”

“I told you — just stop fighting it,” Reggie says. “It’s going to go in. Trust me. I’m going to fuck you and breed you.” 

He restarts, penetrating me deeper with each stroke. I’m letting out loud grunts on every thrust forward. I begin to notice how the muscles in my asshole tighten and loosen. I try to gain control of keeping them loose. I start taking deep breaths and try to relax my body muscles. 

Reggie plunges his cock all the way in me and begins steadily driving in and out . His pubes press against my ass cheeks on the inward strokes. He is hitting something inside me that is causing my erect cock to react. It is seriously leaking pre-cum. 

Reggie picks up the pace. “That’s it, bitch. Take my cock. Yeah. Fuck, yeah,” he shouts as he moves one hand to grip my shoulder in place while the other maintains its hold on my waist. 

Faster and faster. Harder and harder. He’s panting, and I’m moaning uncontrollably.

“You like that big dick, bitch? Yeah. I know you do.”

I only manage another deep moan in response. It feels like my whole body has been filled with his cock. I'm awash in the sensations of his cock rubbing against my asshole and hitting deep, deep inside me. What started as pain, now is over-stimulating my senses as well.

It seems his cock has been battering my asshole for an eternity. Although he has me gripped tightly, the pace and force require me to brace myself against the bathroom using all the muscles in my arms and shoulders. 

Reggie pops his cock out. I whimper. The emptiness of my hole is palpable. He pushes the head barely in and then quickly pulls it back out. He does this a dozen or more times in a row. My asshole is sending out a wave of mixed signals as its muscles expand and contract with his brief, quick exertions. 

Reggie then returns to his forceful, fast pace. It’s a pace of a conditioned athlete. He keeps hitting a sensitive spot inside me over and over. 

I suddenly feel something happening to me. My ass tightens around his cock. I fire my cum all over the wall in front of me as the pounding continues. 

Reggie notices my asshole tighten. “Damn, yeah. Grip my cock with your pussy.” 

His breath becomes increasingly labored. He grips my hips tighter and propels himself inside me. “Fuck!” he shouts. A warm, wet feeling spreads around the recesses of my ass as Reggie shoots a huge load. 

He pulls his cock out and lets go of me. I’m wobbly from the pummeling without his support. I collapse to the floor. Grant tosses my work shirt to Reggie, and he uses it to clean off his cock. 

His cock is softening but still massive. Reggie is glistening in sweat. Wagging his cock in his hand, Reggie says, “Show it your appreciation.” I take it in my mouth once more, run my lips over it and then lick and kiss the head. 

My asshole is loose and cum is dripping out. 

Grant claps. “Great fuck, Reggie. That’s one for the books.” He looks over to where we were standing and notices my cum. “Our fag boy even shot.” 

Reggie says, “You’d better lick that off. Chris told you to clean the bathroom.” 

I go over and lick up my own cum. The two of them dress and leave. “We’ll be in touch,” Grant says as they go. Reggie adds, “Yeah, think about all those little Reggies swimming around in you right now, slut.”

I’m exhausted and lean against the sink to catch my breath. A face-fucking followed by my first ever ass-fucking. With two hot football players. I’ve been whored out, but the sex has blown my mind. 

I feel my sensitive asshole and rub my flaccid cock that drained itself of cum without me or anyone touching it. I ponder where this leaves me sexually. Am I gay, straight but curious, experimenting or what? I’ll need to think more about that. 

I have to finish work. I put my clothes on and straighten my hair. The front of my shirt is covered in the mix of Vaseline, ass juices and cum that Reggie wiped off his dick. There is nothing I can do about that. I head back inside the store. 

Shawn is gone. Two other workers have started the final clean-up. It’s almost time to close. 

Chris summons me to the office. 

“I hope you did your job properly? I told you I didn’t want any complaints.” I say I’m certain that our customers left satisfied. 

He laughs. “I’m going to have to write you up any way. Your shirt isn’t clean. That will go in your file.” 

He adds, “I imagine you want to go home, but your work isn’t done.” He gets up from the desk and closes the office door. “You still need to suck me off.” 

I go down to my knees as he pulls his dick out of his pants. I service Chris as I think back through tonight’s events. I’m lost in thought when Chris presses my head down and his cum fills my mouth.