Add it to the calendar, busy day ahead

After a marathon morning of fucking Simon and then Tori, Oliver was already exhausted. He’d taken a quick shower with Tori, and they’d capped it off pleasuring each other with their hands. Afterwards, Tori left for her barista shifting and let Oliver know she was planning to spend the night at Aaron’s. Leaving him with a kiss and promise for more the next day she departed.

Capitalizing on finally being alone, Oliver sprawled on the couch for a nap, dreaming of his various partners using him. He woke up with just enough time to snag some food before heading back to the Madhouse.

Sundays were a mixed bag, the unfortunate melding of a day off and school night sometimes kept patrons away. Oliver puffed on a joint on his walk over, unsure how busy a night he’d really prefer. Carlos was wrapping up his cleanup by the time Oliver arrived, shooting a sultry wink at Oliver as he walked in. Simon arrived less late than usual, and the three men convened in the back room.

Carlos sighed, dejectedly explaining that he actually had to run for a family event this evening and wouldn’t be able to stick around for the shift. Oliver and Simon glanced at each other, shrugging and giving the little twink their blessing to head out. Carlos excitedly thanked them, promising various sexual favors to show his gratitude and left in a flurry of movement.

“Sooooo Ollie, looks like we have the place to ourselves…” Simon moved closer to Oliver, nibbling his ear lobe and gripping his ass. “I’d apologize for leaving you in a compromising position, but I certainly wasn’t complaining at your lack of clothes… how’d that all go anyways?” Oliver laughed, his own hands on Simon’s firm rear “went fantastic Si, told her all about our adventures last night and this morning and then fucked her over the kitchen counter.”

Simon gave Oliver’s ass an appreciative swat “you naughty little minx Ollie, I’ve got to try and stick around longer next time.” Oliver kissed Simon’s neck “Maybe I should invite you over more often Si, it was a lovely way to wake up.” Ollie then filled Simon in on his planned three-some with Tori and the well-hung Aaron for the next day, promising to tell Simon every steamy detail the next time he saw him.

As if to seal the promise, Simon finally kissed Oliver, their lips meeting passionately. Simon fumbled with Oliver’s pants, undoing the belt, and letting them drop “mmmm we should probably make it a quick one Ollie darling, always time for more fun if we’ve got a slow night.” Oliver nodded and slipped down to his knees pulling Simon’s pants with him.

Oliver felt a surge of lust as he was reunited with Simon’s cock, gleefully wrapping his lips around the tip. Oliver’s tongue swirled, and after a quick breath through his nose plunged all the way down to the base. Simon moaned, impressed at how quickly Oliver’s talents had developed. The sound of slurping echoed through the back room as Oliver diligently pleasured his older coworker, slowly stroking himself at the same time. Oliver pulled off the shaft to suckle Simon’s balls as he jerked him, looking up Oliver whispered in a sultry tone “Do you want to cum on my face again Si? Or do you want to cum down my throat?” Simon didn’t speak, angling his cock back into Oliver’s eager mouth he began pumping in and out with gusto. Oliver sealed his lips around the shaft, moving his head in time with Simon’s hips as he felt Simon deposit a delicious load of cum directly on his tongue.

Oliver looked up, still kneeling, his mouth open for Simon to watch him swallow with glee. “You’ve gotten dangerously good at that Ollie” Simon smirked as he wiped a drop of cum from Oliver’s lips. “Now stand up and let me return the favor.” Oliver didn’t argue as they traded positions, and a kneeling Simon began eagerly blowing him. Oliver couldn’t last long and erupted into Simon’s perfect mouth within moments. Pulling him up, Oliver tenderly kissed Simon and tasted his own cum. Simon melted into the kiss “Oh Ollie, you spoil me. God if I could just whisk you away in a pumpkin carriage till midnight” Simon looked at Oliver with sad eyes, as if he wanted to say something more, but caught himself and busily pulled his pants up.

Oliver followed suit and they got ready in a slightly awkward silence. The night ended up being fairly slow, not justifying two bartenders at all. They passed most of it sitting on their phones before being loudly called over. “Oi, if it isn’t my favorite bartender! Let’s get a pair of vodka redbulls over here Simon.”