Overtime

I had worked as a busboy at the mall restaurant for about nine months, my hours limited by the fact that I was still not yet 18 years old. Old curfew laws meant that I was not able to work past 10 o'clock at night until I was 18. Now that I was getting ready to head into college, it was important that I would be able to increase my hours by being able to work into the night. Even though my hourly wages were still pretty meager, any additional time would certainly benefit me.

The restaurant manager and my immediate boss, Troy, was the son of the restaurant owner. Troy wasn't unpleasant to work with, and didn't play any favorites among the other workers and me. He was perhaps three years older than me at most, tall, handsome and blonde. The few girls that worked at the restaurant were quite taken by his looks, and tended to giggle every time he came by and smiled at them. But it was made very clear that there would be no fraternizing amongst the employees. Still, as I got closer to my 18th birthday, Troy seemed to take a greater interest in me. He still wasn't showing me any favoritism over the other workers, but he seemed to be a little friendlier and more attentive. Likewise, Troy's dad became friendlier with me during this time.

I knew that I was a good worker, and that I pretty much had a job here as long as I wished. There were two other boys working for the restaurant who were younger than me, but who had actually worked there longer. This, according to Troy, is what was keeping my hourly wage from being raised above theirs until I could receive the differential for being able to work later into the night, after closing hours. Troy told me the he and his father were looking forward to my being able to work later, so they could focus on other administrative duties while I finished the clean-up and food preparation that would normally have been their after-hours responsibility.

The few times I saw Troy's dad, Jim, at the restaurant, he would jokingly put his arm around my shoulder and tell me that he was counting down the days until I turned 18 so he could have a life away from the restaurant. Maybe it wasn't a joke because, almost immediately upon my turning 18, my hours were extended. My college classes would prevent me from coming in early to do food preparation, so much of that preparation was changed to my late shift. That meant it would be at least midnight, if not later, before I would end up going home. That was fine with me because I was more of a night owl, anyway.

It also meant that I was the only non-family employee working after 10 o'clock. I was given an extra set of keys and alarm codes since my later shift also meant that I would often be the only one at the store left to close out after Troy or his father were done with their work. Again, this didn't bother me because I guess I am a bit of a loner as well. It also meant that I didn't have to wear my restaurant uniform after hours. Jim told me he wasn't worried about what I wore as long it was clean. So, once the stoves were turned off my after-hours uniform of choice was a loose T-shirt and tennis shorts.

For the next two weeks, Troy and I worked side-by-side as he showed me the closing procedures I would need to have down before he could let me have free reign of the restaurant. The next week it was Jim who provided instruction while Troy got a break. He was probably in his late 40s, but could easily have passed for someone in his early 30s with his dark hair and unlined face. Physically and visually, one might even be able to mistake Jim for Troy's older brother. I enjoyed working side-by-side with Jim, feeling very comfortable with him, his down-home demeanor and good-natured ribbing.

"You might as well get out of that uniform and into your other clothes," he laughed at closing time. "Hell, I don't really care if you work naked just as long as you do your job and don't drag anything through the soup."

I thought that an odd remark coming from the old man, but it didn't bother me.

The next week after that it was Troy again. In between all the work he seemed to take more of an interest in my personal life. He asked me if I was dating, what did I enjoy doing, what hobbies I had, and so on. It was easy for me to answer his questions, but I still didn't yet feel comfortable asking him any of my own, since he was still my boss.

"So, why do you wear those short tennis shorts," asked Troy, "instead of the long basketball shorts like all the kids wear today?"

"I don't like the feel of the fabric down my legs," I replied. "I don't like the baggy style of clothes, I guess. Is it a problem?"

"No, no," Troy said with a dismissing wave of his hand. "My dad jokes that your shorts remind them of the disco shorts guys used to wear in the 80s. He says that you have the legs for them, though."

There was another odd remark that seemed to praise my youthful build, tied again to me exposing skin. Again, I wasn't quite sure what Troy meant with his statement, but I found it funny and laughed.

"So your dad thinks I have nice legs?" I asked in jest.

"And a nice butt, too," Troy replied as he walked past me and patted my ass in passing.

I stood there a little stunned, to say the least. I didn't really feel offended, but I wasn't sure how much of what he said was a joke and how much might have been true. I shook it off and went about my work.

Another couple weeks later and I was pretty much left alone after hours, with Troy or Jim dropping in occasionally to check up on me. When they did drop in, they tended to stand close to me and touch me with friendly gestures. Both of them would comment about my "new uniform", usually with a wink about how "cute" I looked in it, and how they were thinking of making that my full-time uniform. Jim even pointed to my crotch one time and told me to make sure that I didn't "drop that sweet thing in the soup." Again, I never felt offended, and somehow felt strangely flattered by their glances, closeness, and comments.

It was now a little over two months since I became 'the' night person. I liked the solitude, but I now kind of missed talking to Troy or Jim. Late one night as I was just finishing up everything, Jim dropped in.

"Hey, Evan."

I turned to see Jim standing near the back door in his bathrobe and slippers. I must've looked pretty surprised because he smiled at me and then looked down at himself.

"I was just about to jump into bed when I realized there was something here I needed," he said. "Getting dressed would have taken too long for what I need to do."

"Maybe you should just make that your new after-hours uniform," I said off-handedly, trying to reply in the same vein as Jim and Troy did with me.

"Either this or naked!" he replied.

I laughed and turned back to my work as he walked towards his office. A moment later I heard him call out to me, "Evan?"

I walked in the direction of his voice. I glanced into his office but didn't see him there, then noticed the door to the storage closet was open. I peered inside and saw him standing with his hands on his hips.

"What's up, boss?"

"Damn it all," he began, "Troy put a box I need down underneath that lowest shelf and I just can't seem to bend down enough to get to it."

Without a second thought, I bent down and reached underneath the shelf. I could see the box that Jim had referred to, small and stuck way back against the wall. I was now down on all fours on the carpeted floor, with my shoulders tucked well under the shelf and my ass stuck high in the air. Suddenly, I felt Jim's hand reach into the loose leg of my shorts and cup itself around my dick and balls.

I jerked my head up and banged it on the underside of the shelf with a thud.

"Ow!" I barked.

Jim rested his free hand against my back, gently keeping me in that odd position with my head under the shelf, and my privates still being massaged with his other. Despite the very odd circumstances, I must admit what he was doing felt really good. So good, in fact, that any fear and surprise I may have had quickly gave way to excitement.

"That's it. Now, just stay like that," Jim whispered.

Now using both hands, Jim grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down to my knees, underwear and all. He ran his hands tenderly over the cheeks of my ass.

"You do have a cute butt, Evan," he said. "I haven't been able to quit thinking about it."

I don't think I can fully express the many thoughts that swirled through my mind at that moment in time. It was all so weird and so very exciting. Jim then ran his hands down the length of my thighs and slid my shorts down to my ankles. I was still unable to utter a word as Jim gently pushed my thighs apart and his hand returned to my now-hard cock. With a gentle but firm grip, Jim began to milk my dick with smooth, steady strokes. I began to shudder.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yeah," I whispered, my voice echoing strangely from under the shelf.

"Young dicks always love being played with," Jim cooed. "So do young butts."

Still jacking me, Jim suddenly leaned down and began to tongue my anus! Not quite ready for this shock, I again jerked back and banged my head against the shelf above me. Without asking if I was okay this time, Jim kept working his tongue into my butt hole. Admittedly, this new pleasure I was experiencing left me no time to think about the pain from banging my head.

Jim stroked my dick with his right hand, while his left hand cupped and massaged my balls and his tongue probed deeply into my puckered anus. I was shaking and tingling all over. I could hear the echoes of my labored breath from my odd little prison. Letting my testicles fall free from his hand, Jim backed his face away from my ass hole, replacing it with his left index finger. I was jolted yet again, but this time managed to not bang my head.

"Oh, wow," I groaned. "Wow!"

Jim slid his finger up to the first knuckle, and then the second. He then matched the stroking rhythm of his hand on my cock with that of his finger in my ass. With each poke of his finger, he seemed to be touching some kind of trigger deep inside me. It was such an incredible sensation that I couldn't take any more.

"Holy crap!" I moaned as I exploded all over the floor with the biggest wad of cum I had ever shot. It blasted from my cock like a rocket as Jim continued to stroke me, with thick gooey streams clinging to the insides of my thighs and spraying on the backs of my calves. Jim slowly milked my cock until there was nothing left.

I lay like that with my head resting on my forearms for what seemed like an eternity, trying to catch my breath. Jim was still holding onto my dick, using it like a handle to keep me from falling flat on the floor.

"That was good, wasn't it, Evan?" Jim asked with a chuckle.

With my back arched and my ass still stuck up in the air, a labored "Uh, huh," was all I could muster.

Jim said, "Now, don't move. It gets better."

Having now pulled his left finger from out of my butt, Jim began to scoop up the thick gobs of my cum from my legs, and then began to smear my own hot juices all over my ass hole.

Almost straining to open my eyes, I cranked my head back and watched as Jim shed his bathrobe, revealing himself to be completely naked beneath. Like a rigid flag pole peering out from the center of a full black bush, Jim's cock wagged in front of him and pointed right at my exposed butt. It looked to be about as big around as my own dick, but a little longer. I closed my eyes once again as Jim shuffled up behind me and took my hips in his hands.

"I've been wanting this since the first day I laid eyes on you, Evan," Jim said in a raspy voice as he nestled the head of his cock against my slick asshole. "Are you ready?"

There was no way Jim could hear me nod my head, so I just pushed by ass back towards him.

"Nice answer," he said. "Just relax."

I tried to do as he told me and let out my breath. Jim's finger had felt so good probing my ass and I admit I was craving more, but I wasn't ready for the sheer size of his rock-hard dick in my once-virgin ass. I let out a small squeal like a little girl when the bulbous head of Jim's member popped into my primed anus.

"Want me to stop?" he asked.

"No. Please don't stop."

Taking slow gentle strokes Jim began to work in his hot tool further and further into my rectum. It felt as if I was being split in half as Jim's prick was painstakingly worked into my intestines. I could feel Jim tremble as he tried to maintain his patient pace until he had finally planted all 7 inches in my ass and his testicles were resting against my own.

"Jeez, I have been craving your boy pussy," Jim growled as his hands dug into my hips and his pace quickened.

It was apparent Jim had been craving this for some time because any tenderness he had shown this anal virgin was now quickly abandoned in favor of pure animal lust. No sooner had Jim built up to a rhythm, than he could no longer hold himself back. What started out as movements of fractions of an inch quickly became inches. Those inches felt to me like they turned into feet as he began to plunge harder and harder, driving his raging tool into me until his balls were slamming mine in a staccato rhythm.

I braced my arms as best I could against the wall before me, partly to keep my ass available to Jim and partly in fear of having my head driven through the wall from Jim's animal-like fucking.

"I'm cumming, Evan!! Feel me cum!!"

Wow, could I feel it! Jim's dick went as rigid as steel. I thought I was being torn apart as I could feel him erupt in me, filling my intestines with his hot seed. Jim continued to drive his convulsing dick into me until it softened too much to push into my sloppy, cum-filled rectum any more and fell out of me.

I was panting, my chest and stomach heaving, still trying to sort out what had just happened. My knees felt like there was some rug burns. My ass was both sore and strangely wanting more. I was about to slide out from under the shelf when I felt Jim crawl behind me again and take his place once more. I felt his hard cock head against my dripping ass, amazed that he was hard and ready to fuck me again so quickly.

I used my arms to push myself away from the wall again, forcing my body back and impaling my raw, worn butt hole onto Jim's again-rigid tool. I yelped, finding his manhood to be even thicker and longer than I had just experienced. How could that be?

"That's it, Evan!!" I heard Troy's voice call out. "Push it! Push it to me!!"

Oh my God!! Troy was fucking my ass, too!

"Fuck that sweet boy pussy, Troy!" Jim called out, cheering his son on. "He likes it hard!"

Troy started slamming my ass hard, forcing his red-hot poker into me so deeply I thought his dick head would come up through my throat. Stroke after glorious stroke he pummeled my raw butt until I could feel tears start to well up in my eyes. It wasn't rape; it was a glorious discovery. It was pain, it was pleasure, and I had to feel Troy's semen in me now.

"Fuck me, Troy!" I heard myself cry out.

"You want it?" Troy called back. "Here it comes!! Oh, ba-beee!!"

I screamed like a girl when Troy's huge cock went rock hard in expectation for ejaculation, but his thrusts never wavered as I could feel my rectum fill once more with sweet man-seed. I could feel Troy's hot jizz in me, lubricating his merciless pounding and squeezing little-by-little out of me with each thrust. His juices were being smeared all over my young ass cheeks and running down my scrotum.

Troy finally stopped moving altogether. I could hear him breathing, and not much more. Finally, Troy pulled his dick out of my ass, leaving a painful void behind until warm, wet towels began to wipe me down. Gentle hands then helped my nearly-limp body out from under the shelf.

I lay on the floor, my shirt nearly up around my chest and my shorts still around my ankles. My heart still pounded, my ass throbbed, and I felt wonderful. Jim and Troy both stood naked over me, smiling down at me as they cleaned their spent members of our shared fluids. Troy extended his hand and helped me to my feet. My legs were still wobbly, so Jim took me into his arms and hugged me close. He bent his head down and kissed me on my lips softly, then carefully worked my mouth open with his tongue until he was Frenching me.

Troy had lowered himself to his knees and took my dick into his warm mouth. I nearly felt my legs go out from beneath me from the warm, wet sensation of his mouth surrounding my quickly hardening dick but Jim's strong arms kept me from slipping away. Troy took each of my butt cheeks into a hand and held me rigidly as he used them to drive my cock into his throat while Jim probed my mouth to nearly choking on his tongue.

I felt my insides scrunch up again as Troy brought me to my limits. I wrapped my arms around Jim and held him tightly, sucking on his tongue as his mouth muffled my screams as my cock burst the remaining contents of my young testicles into Troy's sucking mouth. Troy swallowed what little I could muster and he didn't stop sucking on my meat until I nearly passed out.

An hour later, we were sitting in the restaurant office, still naked, as comfortable as old lovers.

"Evan, you don't know how hard it has been to keep my hands off of you until you turned eighteen," Jim said. "But, now that you are eighteen, we'd like to invite you into our family circle."

"That is," Troy added, "if you don't have a problem getting paid overtime to suck and fuck with your bosses."

"I dunno," I said slyly, rubbing my rug-burned knees.

"We'll use Troy's apartment from here on out, Evan," said Jim, laughing.

"So, do you want your new job as chief cum-slut?" Troy asked with a mischievous smile.

I looked back and forth between my two man-lovers and smiled.

"I think I would make a career out of this."