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Chapter 7: Cum Fridge

And he started moving. I could feel the virginity of his thrusts, compared to Dom. Within ten seconds of strokes it was apparent how much practice Dom had already had. Dom had a pace. Dom found a speed on the third stroke and stayed there, and every hit was the same depth and the same weight, and my body learned it and rode it. Tyler was all over the place. He'd give me four fast ones and then stall out completely, buried, breathing, then start again too fast, just pressing his hips forward while it felt good, knowing nothing except the most basic male instinct to push his hard dick inside a tight hole, and then do it again. He slowed down, and dragged it out, and then snapped back too fast. Twice he pulled out entirely by accident and had to get himself back in with his hand, narrating it.

Dom got my jaw with two fingers and turned my face toward him, and I opened up and took him in and it was the biggest relief of the whole night. I knew this one, the only difference being an extra taste of me on it, combined with some olive oil. 

I knew exactly how wide to open and where the bend was and how much I could swallow before my throat would quit, and I got him in deep on the first pull while my whole lower half was being jackhammered by somebody who had never done this before. I moaned around Dom's dick with my eyes shut and let my throat do what it was good at.

Then Dom leaned forward over my back.

His forearm came across my spine, and his weight shifted, and his hand went past my hip. I felt his hands feeling around my ass, until they passed it, reaching for Tyler's cock, which stopped humping me mid-stroke.

There was a moment of quiet as I felt Dom feeling around Tyler's dick in my ass.

"It's so big," he said, "That's awesome."

I couldn't see Tyler, but I heard him exhale as Dom fondled his cock, even reaching for his balls I think, all while he was still halfway inside my ass.

Dom had gotten his hand around the base of Tyler's shaft where it was going into me. I could feel his knuckles against my ass cheek, holding, and then moving, spanning it with his fingers, feeling where the girth actually was while it was still inside me. He did it for a few seconds.

"Dude," Tyler said. "You're just gonna...?"

"He realllly wasn't lying," Dom said. He said it down at my back, not at Tyler. Then his hand came off and he straightened up and put it back in my hair and pushed my head down onto himself. 

"You're gonna take both our loads, good boy," he said.

I felt Tyler's hands finally grip my hips, giving himself some leverage while he learned how to find a rhythm with his body. I was plugged at both ends, and neither of them had asked me a single thing.

Tyler went faster and I moaned around Dom's dick and pushed my ass back into it.

"Okay, so it's like," Tyler said behind me, "It's tight. Is that supposed to be, like... is that normal?"

Nobody answered him.

His hands tightened on my hips, up high near the bone, with his thumbs digging into the meat of my ass, holding on. His pants were down at his thighs, and the waistband slapped the backs of my legs on the strokes where he got going. His apron strings were still tied, because none of us had taken an apron off, and the bottom hem of his kept catching between us and dragging across my lower back when he came forward.

Dom said nothing. He was silent, his whole cock down my throat, while the kid behind me gave a live report on the inside of my body.

"Okay, that's, whoa, it's so warm," Tyler said. "Okay I have to slow down. Sorry. Am I doing it wrong?"

I got my hand down off the tray lip and pressed it over the front of my apron. The fabric down there was cold now and stiffening up in places and still wet in others from where I'd flooded it earlier, and my dick was hard against it again, sticking straight up under the cloth. I pushed the heel of my hand down on it and held it and pressed, in time with Tyler behind me, and I didn't stroke it, because it really didn't even need it. I pressed and let him move me.

"I feel like I could do this for an hour," Tyler said. "Like honestly. I don't even feel close."

Dom's fingers closed in my hair, tight enough that it pulled at my scalp, and he held it for a second and let it go. 

"Like, at home, by myself, I'm pretty quick," Tyler went on. "So this is way better. For me, I mean. I don't know about for you. I guess I'm nervous."

I hummed around Dom, and I felt him twitch against my tongue.

Then Dom's hands moved on my skull, both of them, and his hips pushed forward, and he took it over again.

He pulled out of my mouth and stepped sideways and I heard his shoes on the tile going around behind me.

"Swap," he said. "I'm gonna cum."

The words sent a shiver down my spine.

Tyler came out of me fast, no warning to it, and I grunted into my arm. 

"Oh, okay, yeah," he said, and then his hands were off my hips and his shoes were going the other way around my other side, and the two of them traded ends of me while I stayed exactly where I was, bent over the dough shelf with my forehead on my wrist and my jeans still bunched at my knees. Tyler stopped in front of my face. Dom's hands clamped onto my hips.

He pushed back in with no ceremony at all, one long push, and my body took him like it had been waiting for him, which it had. After Tyler, Dom still hurt going back in.

"Yeah," Dom said, to nobody.

Then he went fast. He did it how he did at the end, no build, straight into it, his hips slapping into my ass hard enough to knock the whole rack against the wall and set the dough trays rattling above my head, and the squelch of the oil came with every single hit, and I put my face down into my arm and took it and made a lot of noise doing it. Tyler's dick was inches from my ear and he was saying something about the sound. I didn't catch it.

Dom's fingers dug into my hipbones and pulled me back onto him, and he held me there, flush, his hips pressed all the way into my ass, and he came inside me. I felt every pulse of it. He gave one short grunt through his teeth, the same sound he'd made the first night in there with my nose in his pubes, one noise and then nothing, just his hands locked on my hips and his thighs shaking against the backs of mine.

He stayed in me a few seconds. Then he pulled out, and I felt it run out of me and down my inner thigh in a warm line, and I heard his belt.

I stood up.

It was the first time in a while that I'd been vertical, and my back cracked, and my knees were stiff, and the room tilted for a second. Then I turned around. I'd been facing that shelf of dough since the beginning, and turning around to face out into the middle of that walk-in, jeans at my knees, apron plastered wet to my thighs, made my neck hot.

I got down on the tile. Both knees, cold coming straight through, jeans bunched around my shins now, and I looked up.

Dom had moved off to the side by the sauce cases, doing his belt, watching. Tyler stepped in front of me with his pants around his thighs and his shirt and apron gathered up against his stomach in one forearm, the same as the first time, and his dick was out in the air in front of my face, red and soaked and shining with olive oil from my own ass.

"Okay. Yeah. Okay," he said.

I stacked both hands on the shaft and put my mouth over the head, and I already knew this job. Two fists twisting on the up, tongue running under the ridge, mouth working only the top third because that's all there was ever going to be. Spit everywhere. My jaw already ached from the whole night and the ache made it better.

"Oh man," he said. "Oh, that's, okay, that's fast. That's gonna be fast. Because of the whole, the thing we just did, so."

His hands went nowhere near my head. One of them grabbed the shelf beside him and the other stayed clamped on his own shirt hem, and his knees started bending.

Then I heard shoes on the tile next to me.

Dom stepped toward us, and he put his hand flat on the back of my head and pushed, firmly, the same way he did when it was his dick. My stacked fists buckled under it and my mouth slid down deeper than I ever put myself, past where my jaw burned, and the fat head of Tyler's oversized boy cock jammed into the back of my throat and my muscles clamped down around it. I gagged on the whole width of him, ugly and wet, my eyes flooding, and Tyler's breath punched out of him above me and both his knees knocked into the shelf.

"He's got more room than he thinks," Dom said.

He lifted his hand off and I came back up coughing through my nose, spit sheeting down my knuckles, and I twisted both fists back up the shaft and locked my mouth over the head and sucked hard.

"Okay, that's, I'm gonna, that's right now, that's actually right now."

He squirted into my mouth while mumbling, "Thank you I'm sorry thank you..." 

It came out in long, thick pulses and he kept talking the entire time, and I kept both hands massaging his shaft up and down, and I stayed on the head and took all of it. It filled my mouth up the same as last time. I came off him with it still in there and knelt back on my heels and held it on my tongue, warm and heavy, and I kept it there for a second, enjoying the taste while they both watched me.

Then I swallowed.

"Dude," Tyler said, looking down at me, catching his breath. "That was awesome."

Dom was standing a few feet away with his pants buckled and his shirt already shaken back down over his apron strings.

Tyler got his belt done. Dom got the olive oil jar off the dough shelf and put it back up on the high shelf, wiping the bottom of it with his thumb first so it wouldn't leave a ring.

I pulled my jeans up over a mess. My apron strings were wet where they'd hung down into everything, and I untied them and retied them higher on my waist, which did nothing.

"Okay so the thing about Caleb," Tyler said, "is he doesn't even play the new one. He won't. He says the maps are worse and I've told him like nine times that the maps are the same maps."

I didn't have the capacity to listen to Tyler ramble.

"You better clean this up," I said, gesturing to the cum and spit on the floor. I got the rag out of my apron pocket and dropped it onto the mess.

"Pull the sauce cases up front while you're in here," Dom added, as we left the walk-in together.

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For the rest of that summer, the schedule still went up on the office door every Sunday, and I still did my little math on it, except now there were two names I was checking against mine instead of one.

Dom started having me over at his place sometimes. He waited until we were locking up one night and said, "You doing anything?" and I was not doing anything, and I got in his car for the first time, moving a gym bag and a pile of empty cans off the seat to do it. He had a room in the basement at his parents' place with its own door in from the side yard, and a bed, an actual bed, which after a summer of dough racks and rubber mats felt like a hotel.

We didn't pretend I was there to hang out. His shirt was off before I got my shoes untied, and I finally got the full picture I'd spent months building in my head out of only partial, public nudity at work. He was pale and lean, and I saw the full abs and pecs together. I sucked him on that bed with his hands behind his head and nothing to interrupt us, no phone on a shelf, no door that wouldn't latch, before flipping onto my back. He fucked me with my legs up. Halfway through it he grabbed my jaw and kissed me, tongue first, no warning, and he tasted like Mountain Dew. I squirted onto my own stomach without a hand on me while he watched it happen, and he finished inside me right after with his forehead pressed against mine.

I was back over there a few more times before the summer ended. Some nights we didn't even start right away. He'd cook us food, or have me sit with his family and eat. I even met his little brother. Sometimes we'd eat it sitting on his floor talking about the store, and it felt like the early, "special calzone" nights at the pizza place, except nothing had to get thrown out before close. There was nothing to be sneaky about. Other nights we got straight to it, and we worked through basically everything a horny top can do to a thirsty bottom.

After I had technically let Tyler lose his virginity in my ass, Dom decided that he knew some girls who would be keen to take his oversized meat. He talked Tyler up to a girl he knew, a couple years older, a friend of the blonde girl's, and he gave her all the dimensions of Tyler's anatomy. She came by the store once to see him for herself, and then she picked him up after a shift in her own car. By the next week Tyler proudly announced that he had a girlfriend, while Dom stood behind him, shaking his head "no" at me. But apparently they hooked up a lot after that, and Dom and I were cursed to hear about their sex life for the rest of the summer, unprompted, at the register, over the dishes, through the hall, in the same casual rambling he never seemed to get tired of.

"So we figured out she has to be on top," he announced one night, boxing a pizza. "Like fully in charge of the depth. She calls it driving stick."

"Marry her," Dom said from the oven. "If she likes you, just take the W."

"I might, honestly."

On my last close before school started again, my phone buzzed while I was wiping down the makeline.

Dom: Come over tonight

I looked up to find him looking at me through the window into the kitchen. I texted him back.

Me: Should I shower first

Dom: No

Dom: Bring your apron

Me: We don't need aprons at your house

Dom: You're gonna wanna bring the apron

I brought the apron.