Fantasy

I had a dream last night that I was back at my first job, working as a busboy at DiMartino’s Italian Restaurant. We are closed and I am clearing off a table, when Clay, a waiter, comes up to me and starts yelling at me about a tip that he has supposedly seen me pocket. He threatens to report me to the manager if I don’t give him his money back. He claims it was a ten-dollar bill. I tell him he’s full of shit, and to prove it, I reach into my pockets and pull out some change, gum wrappers, and…a ten-dollar bill. He snatches it up and pushes me, saying he’s going to tell. I’m scared, I don’t want to lose this job, and so I plead with him. I’ll do anything, I tell him, to keep him from snitching.
Clay grins. “Anything?”
I nod, and he steps back, and unzips his black slacks. I see the outline of his semi-erect cock, caged in a pair of navy-blue briefs.
He doesn’t say anything else. I get the picture. I go down on my knees and crawl towards him, reach up and pull down his pants and briefs, unleashing an eight-inch, cut cock. I lick it slowly, and carefully put just the head into my mouth. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but if I lose this job my dad won’t pay half of my tuition, which means no college. So I proceed to suck my first dick.
Clay groans, grabs the back of my head, and pushes my mouth down further onto his shaft. I nearly choke, but soon adjust. I can’t take it all, but I take enough to make him thrust his hips and pant out, “Good, good, good little cocksucker.”
Then a voice behind me startles me and Clay:
“Hey you queer, gimme some of that.”
Clay releases my head and I turn and see Billy, another waiter. I wonder where Dave, the assistant manager, is hiding, but Billy has his own seven inches out and near my mouth, so I suck him, then switch to Clay. I alternate between the two waiters for about five minutes, until Dave appears from the kitchen, along with Louis, a fellow busboy.
“I’d like some of that,” Louis says, and steps between Billy and Clay. His cock is seven inches also, but thicker than Billy’s.
I go down on Louis while Dave moves in for a closer look. He undoes his pants and starts jerking off, content to watch the show: a busboy on his knees, sucking off three hung young men.
Clay and Billy stand close to each other and put their cocks side by side, allowing me to take them both at the same time. I look up in time to see them play with each other’s nipples. There are hands around my waist, unzipping my pants. It’s Louis. He’s kneeling behind me, and he pulls down my pants as far as possible, exposing my boxer shorts. He takes them down too, and the cold air of the restaurant feels good on my bare ass. Louis rubs his cock up and down my crack, then puts his hands on my back and pushes me forward, into the doggy-style position. Billy and Clay move out of the way, and Louis puts on a condom and asks me if I want my asshole fucked.
I say yes, and it’s not a lie. I’ve never been so horny in my entire life, and I reach around and stretch my cheeks apart, giving Louis a good view of my tight virgin hole.
He goes slowly, pushing in first the tip, then the entire head. I beg him to go slow, thinking of that enormous shaft, and I don’t have to turn around to know he’s got on a gigantic grin as he shoves the whole thing deep into my ass.
I jerk my head back, an inarticulate cry of pain escaping my lips. He begins to jackrabbit-fuck me, his hairy sack smacking mine. Billy and Clay are behind me and Louis, watching and stroking, while Dave is in front, still jacking.
Louis’s strong hands are gripping my shoulders, giving him greater leverage. The cock in my ass feels huge, like a tree trunk. I fear I may be split open, when Louis stops and withdraws. He snatches the condom off and hot cum coats my ass and white shirt. My asshole feels like it’s on fire.
I silently pray for a rest, but Clay grabs my arm and helps me to my feet. He leads me to the table I had been bussing, and tells me to lay on my back.
“Show you what happens to thieves,” he growls, and pulls my shoes, pants, and underwear off while I lie there, my cock hard as steel. Louis hands him a condom packet and he tears it open, and rolls the rubber down on his weapon.
He positions the head and thrusts inside me, then withdraws and rubs the Trojan-covered head against my puckered hole.
“Beg for it, bitch. Come on. Beg for me to fuck you.”
“Please Clay, please fuck me. Give me that cock, oh please sir.”
He forces my legs back so my thighs are touching my chest. The table is big, designed to accomodate a party of eight. There’s plenty of room for Billy to climb on and squat over me. He drags his balls over my face, while my tongue tries to catch them.
“Fuck him, man,” Billy pants.
Clay does as he says: he fucks me with more force than Louis did. The pain is not as great, though; it actually feels good, and I begin to moan.
“Shut up,” Billy orders, and bends his throbbing cock into my mouth.
Now I’m getting it from both ends, and it feels great. I bob my head up and down on Billy’s shaft while Clay grunts and slams me.
Billy pops his member out and stands, moves so he’s standing over my chest, giving me a view of his tight ass. Then he turns and straddles my chest, bringing his cock to my waiting lips and hungry mouth. I cup his ass cheeks and blow him, until he announces he’s going to cum. I expect him to pull out, and so am surprised when I feel his prick spasm and coat my mouth with sticky, salty cum. Most of it dribbles out, and Billy gets up and hops onto the floor.
Clay is still banging away, and I watch Dave begin to jerk himself faster and faster, until he spills his seed onto the recently-vacuumed carpet.
Soon Clay yanks his cock out and fills the rubber with his spunk.
He orders me to masturbate to orgasm, and it takes about five seconds. As I’m lying there, covered in Billy’s drying cum, Dave tells me I can have the next day off.
Then I woke up, jerked off, and went back to sleep.