wh**** Posted May 17 Pete was a stocky guy with dark eyes and messy hair. He had just started his new job at the cafe to help pay for art classes. The job was okay but he made good tips. On his third day he met Dave; a tall slender dude with curly hair and an infectious smile. He was charming and the type of guy that made you smile whenever he walked into a room. Dave had just come back from visiting his folks in upstate New York. Their first meeting was awkward. Pete was quiet and reserved, often afraid to give too much information. On the other hand, Dave was open and friendly. As the weeks went by Pete began to open up a bit. They talked about music, school, movies and food. Even though they had begun to be friends there was an awkwardness about their relationship. Something that festered underneath the surface. Dave was never sure about Pete's feelings. He would sometimes catch Pete staring at his bulge which made him uneasy. Uneasy because he was slightly turned on by being looked at in that way. I mean sure girls looked at him quite a bit. He was cute and friendly. But they looked at his handsome face, his smile or his square shoulders. Sometimes they would comment on how tall he is, but Pete looked at his crotch. He sometimes stared at it and then looked embarrassed. It felt like pure sexual desire. There was a tension on their shifts that was palpable and made the air thick with heat. Pete had hid his attraction to men his whole life. He had been with girls and it was nice but his desire for men felt primal. He had crushed on other guys in the past but never acted on it. Most guys seemed repulsed when they inevitably caught him checking them out. He was nervous around gay men, afraid that they would find him out. With Dave, he felt like a moth to a flame. Dave was so confident and fun to be around. He loved just being near and working side by side with him. He also did whatever he asked. Doing things for him felt like small declarations of admiration. Dave would ask him to grab some milk for a latte and Pete would drop to his knees and get it for him. Dave noticed how eager he was to please him. He liked standing over him as Pete was down in the fridge grabbing milk. Sometimes he would lean forward with the pretext of grabbing a mug like a dare he dared himself. Pete would feel Dave lean in and had to fight the urge to turn his face and meet his bulge. He wanted to press his lips against it. After working together a few months they had a good routine. Dave took the lead and Pete was the helper following his orders. They worked well together and fell into their roles naturally. It was a Sunday in June. Uncharacteristically, it was raining hard and the cafe was completely empty. They had not had a customer in almost an hour and Pete was in the back room washing dishes. Dave had joined him and was on one of his rants about some band he didn't like. He had a pen in his hand and with a quick wave he dropped it on the ground. Before he knew it, Pete was on one knee picking it up for him. Dave was close. Pete looked up and handed it to him. It felt like there was an acknowledgement of something when they met eyes. Dave reached out, took hold of the pen and then dropped it again. This time closer and directly under him. There was a pause as they both stared at each other. Finally, Pete scooted forward and picked it up for him again. This time he stayed on his knee, waiting for instruction. Dave took a step forward and took a wide stance. His bulge was inches from Pete's face. Pete pleaded with his eyes for a moment and then asked, Can I kiss it? Dave smiled and nodded. Pete put his lips against the khaki pants. He could smell the slightest scent of his musk. He pressed his face against the growing bulge. Dave put his hand on Pete's head and leaned in as his cock began to grow. He liked the feeling of being in control and being desired. He knew Pete would do anything to please him at this moment. He could tell him to lick his nuts and he would do it. He could spit in his mouth and Pete would say thank you. He wanted to see how far he could take it. He thought about slapping his cock across his face and calling him a slut. That made him rock hard just as Pete whimpered under his breath. He instructed him to unzip his pants. Pete did as he was told. His face was hot with anxiety and excitement. He had fantasized about this exact moment so many times he could hardly believe it was actually happening. "Put it in your mouth", Dave whispered. He made a mental note of the feeling. The head was soft and smooth. It was warm and firm. He was afraid he wouldn't like the taste but boy was he wrong. It was kind of salty and musky but it revealed something in him. Like a door had been opened in his mind. A door he could never shut again. He was himself as he was meant to be; on his knees worshipping this stud. At this moment he had only adoration for Dave. His submission was an offering. His mouth was his to use. Dave felt the change in him. The suction on his cock had become more intense and deliberate. Pete had begun to throat him. His mouth had become wet and sloppy and felt fucking amazing. The pair grabbed on to each other. Dave put his hands in Pete's hair and throat. He massaged the cocksucker's neck, opening up his throat like a human fleshlight. He held on to him as he pumped his hips against his face. Pete met him with the same intensity. He suppressed his gag reflex as long as he could. He stopped for a second and then went immediately back to pleasuring him. He put his hands on Dave's ass to steady himself while the he pounded his throat. He felt like a hungry throat slave and it felt amazing. His body was tingling all over. His saliva was dripping down his neck and down Dave's balls marrying their bodies in a mess of saliva, pre-cum and sweat. Dave pulled his cock out of his servant's mouth and starting pumping it. He told him to lick his balls. Pete immediately began to bathe his big balls with wet kisses and sloppy licks from his tongue. Dave was so close to climaxing and buried his cock deep in his cocksucker's throat. His cock hit the back of his servant's throat. He felt ownership over him as he flooded Pete's throat with thick creamy cum. He heard himself saying "your throat is mine" and his dick pulsed with every shot of cum. Pete's ears were ringing. His mouth was full and he did his best to moan in agreement. He belonged to Dave he thought and this filled him with a sense of belonging and purpose that he had never experienced. Dave stayed in Pete's mouth longer than he had to but both men were tied to each other in this powerful dynamic. It was like a trance. After a few minutes they broke apart, the door chimed and they heard a customer enter the front of the cafe. Dave came out first, followed by his cocksucker. He took the customer's order and the two fell into their routine. Both had a satisfied smile on their lips. There eyes met and both knew that they would be repeating their backroom activities as often as possible.
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