The farmer dropped me off around noon. I was hungry, and the sight of the roadside barbecue joint all alone out there in the middle of nowhere caught my eye; along with the sign in the window that read, Man Wanted.
I didn’t have one thin dime to my name, but maybe I could be the man they wanted, earn a meal and maybe more. So I dusted myself off and smoothed down my hair and pushed through the screen door entrance to the place.
It wasn’t much, just a short counter fronting eight stools, five tables, a few booths. Everything was done up in red and white, nice and shiny like there was plenty of time for polishing and not much for serving. I took a seat at the counter, and a guy came out of the back, slipped in behind the counter.
‘What can I get you?’ he asked.
I couldn’t get the words out right away, I was sort of stunned. I’d been expecting some grizzled fry cook with five o’clock noontime shadow and a gut you could balance a tray on.
This guy was anything but – young and lean and tanned, with sky-blue eyes and wavy brown hair and full red lips. He was wearing just a white T-shirt and white pants, and his smooth, slim arms and smooth, handsome face shone brightly out of the tighty-whiteys.
‘Hamburger,’ I gulped finally. ‘Well done.’
He nodded and turned to the open grill, slapped a patty down on the hot metal. The view from the rear was just as appetising as from up front, the guy’s bubble-butt bulging out the seat of his pants, his sinuous shoulder and back muscles moving lithely as he worked the patty with a spatula. My mouth watered with more than just the sound and scent of sizzling hamburger.
‘What about to drink?’ he asked over his shoulder.
‘Huh?’
‘Something to wash the meat down with, you know?’ He turned and looked at me, flashing a dazzling grin, his eyes sparkling like the countertop.
‘Uh, sure. I’ll have a Coke.’
He nodded and went back to watching the beef. Me, too.
When he bunned and plated the burger, drew me a tall cool glass of Coke and set the meal down before me, I came clean; after taking a huge bite out of the delicious hamburger, a long pull on the sweet glass of cola. ‘Look, uh, I don’t have any money to pay for this.’
He was leaning against the grill, watching me chew and chug, and his eyes narrowed. ‘That right?’
I took another tremendous bite, leaving only a morsel, another strong suck, leaving only a puddle. ‘Yeah, but I saw your sign in the window. Maybe I can work it off?’
He folded his smooth brown arms across his chest, pumping his biceps out on either side. ‘Guy says he can’t pay, Laura, wants to work it off.’
I didn’t know who he was talking to. Until the swinging door to the back kitchen opened up and a woman stepped out, every bit as beautiful as her partner.
She strolled in behind the counter, her green eyes regarding me coolly. She was tall and blonde, sun browned as the man, her hair wavy like his only longer, her face pretty, lips lush, breasts pushing out the white smock she was wearing, legs flowing brown and bare and gleaming from the bottom of her white skirt.
With this pair helming the joint, I was surprised there wasn’t more traffic.
‘He does, does he?’ Laura breathed. She licked her lips, putting another layer of gloss on them, looking me over.
‘What’d you think?’
‘I think he might fit the bill. But I’ll have to see him work. Can you cook?’
‘Sure,’ I lied, nervous under the combined beams of the beautiful people.
A couple of trucks pulled into the gravel lot out front, a couple of burly guys banging through the screen door and taking a table. The lunch rush had started. I got the job.
The man’s name was Steve. He prepared the food while his wife, Laura, served it up. They were both on display out front all the time, putting on a show for the appreciative truckers and travelling salesmen, the farm women lugging their kids along by way of cover.
I bussed the tables and washed the dishes, gofered stuff from the back. Despite the two attractions, the crowds weren’t that large, at lunch or dinner, because a new provincial highway two miles east had left the eatery isolated out there on the old municipal road. I figured my half day would square me and I’d be on my way. I figured wrong.
‘Want to stay on the week, see how things go?’ Steve asked that night, his arm around Laura’s slim waist.
I shrugged. ‘Sure, why not? I’ve got no pressing engagements.’
It was ten o’clock, the place lit up like an oasis in the middle of the surrounding nightland. Occasionally a car or truck swept by on the road, but otherwise the only sounds were the crickets outside. I didn’t see how the place needed an extra man, but I wasn’t squawking at having a regular place to eat and sleep for awhile.
‘Great,’ Laura said, leaning forward and kissing me, on the mouth.
Her lips lingered, soft and moist, her warm hand squeezing my bare arm. I was wearing just a T-shirt and jeans, and my chest muscles clenched in my shirt, my cock stirring in my pants, as the woman’s mouth lingered on mine, right there in front of her husband.
She finally pulled back. The pair of them stared at me with glittering eyes. Then Steve leaned forward, kissed me on the lips, every bit as softly and wetly and sensuously as his wife. It caught me more than a little off guard, but my cock liked it a whole lot, swelling to outlined visibility in my jeans, my body surging with heat.
Then we were all in each other’s arms, kissing one another, spontaneously combusting. Steve and I kissed, Laura and I, the pair of them, all three of us, the passion flaming. They stuck out their glistening pink tongues and I shot out my sticker, entwining with them, the three of us urgently frenching.
We were in the back kitchen, the steam rising from more than the stove and the basin of dirty dishes now. Steve grabbed onto the back of my head and really laid one on me, his tongue exploding into my mouth and thrashing around. I fought back with my tongue, capturing his excitement, writhing around it, as Laura pulled up my shirt and planted her plush lips on one of my nipples, sucked on it.
I groaned into Steve’s mouth. He swallowed it down, eagerly sucking for more, Laura sinking her teeth into my nipple. She spun her slippery tongue all around my other nipple, making me shudder with delight. I thought I saw what they needed another man for now.
Laura ended up down on her knees on the white tiled floor, Steve sitting up on the back counter with his legs spread and dangling. He watched with a lascivious grin on his face as Laura freed the massive bulge in my jeans and pulled my throbbing cock out. She stroked it, breathing all over it, looking up at me with a smile on her parted lips. Her husband unzipped his pants and drew out his own rod, started stroking cock right along with his wife.
I shook with sensation, on fire. It was more than a little weird getting a hand-job from a guy’s lovely wife while he sat there and watched and wanked. More than a little weird, and more than a whole lot wonderful. Laura’s smooth palm and slender gripping brown fingers slid deliciously up and down my pole, while the sight of Steve jacking his towering tan erection only added to the stunning pleasure.
Laura slid her lips over my knob, sucking on my bloated crown. I groaned with delight, rolling a rigid, buzzing nipple with one hand, riding the blonde’s silky head with the other. She took more of my raging member into her mouth, engulfing me in wicked warmth and wetness.
‘That looks like fun,’ Steve said. He slid off the counter, his long hard cock bobbing in front of him as he advanced on us.
He kissed me hungrily on the mouth. Then went down on his knees with his wife, inhaling my nut sack as she sucked on my shaft.
‘Fuck!’ I yelped, the pair of mouths on my genitals making me jump with joy.
Laura wet-vacced my prick, bobbing her head back and forth, sucking fast and tight and velvety wet. Steve mouthed my balls, tugging, twisting, juggling them around with his tongue. It was all I could do to keep my feet under the sexual onslaught, shimmering with erotic feeling.
Steve disgorged my sack and Laura my cock, and the pair each took a side, sliding their lips up and down my shaft, staring at one another, up at me. I placed a hand on both of their heads, pumping my cock in between their dripping mouths, riding their lips and their tongues. I’d never had two on my dick before; the sensations were overwhelming.
Steve pulled my slathered steel-hard cock to his side and slid his mouth over my knob, easily inhaled my shaft almost down to the balls. I shuddered, watching, feeling the guy suck on my cock, Laura licking my balls.
Then it was her turn. She took my cock from her husband and popped it into her mouth again, sucked with a furious intensity. Her hair flew back and forth, the woman just about tugging my foreskin right off. As her husband reached up and played with my nipples, reached down with his mouth and sucked on my sack some more.
They went back and forth, passing my prick to and fro between them like a sexual baton, sucking and licking me, kissing and frenching each other when their ravenous mouths met up on my dick. Until, finally, I just couldn’t take any more, my cock was come-hard, my balls boiling, my body and brain ready to explode.
They climbed to their feet and kissed me hard and deep, giving me a good taste of my own precome. Then Laura wiggled out of her skirt and panties and bent over in open invitation, her hands up on the counter, long legs slightly spread, taut mounded bottom wagging from side to side. Steve supplied the condoms, one for me, one for him I gripped my dripping dong and rushed forward and speared it in between the woman’s legs, plunging my cap into her wet pussy lips from behind.
‘Not so fast, sport,’ Steve said.
I turned around. He was completely naked now, his body gleaming poured caramel under the lights. He was grinning, and greasing his cock. ‘If you want to take, you’ve got to give something up.’
I was more than willing to give my ass or anything else up to the gorgeous guy. I shoved my jeans down and he slicked up my crack and pushed his mushroomed knob against my tight pink pucker. I bent forward, and he popped my butt ring and sunk shaft into my anus.
‘Fuck my wife in her hot wet juicy pussy,’ he hissed in my ear, ‘while I fuck you up the ass.’
His big cock felt so very good lodged in my chute. And my cock felt equally as good, when I stuck it in Laura’s pussy, went balls-deep in her heated tunnel.
It was a little awkward at first, but we quickly got a working rhythm going, Steve pumping my ass, me stroking back and forth in his wife’s pussy. She clung to the counter, I to her narrow waist, Steve to my shoulders, us men thrusting, Laura pushing back with equal enthusiasm.
I’d never experienced anything like it before, only fucking women and men singly before. The combination was mind-blowing, our parts oiling together, faster and faster.
Steve’s fingernails bit into my shoulders, his thighs spanking my butt cheeks, cock drilling my chute. He swirled his tongue around in my ear, sunk his teeth into my neck, fucking me in a frenzy, rocking me against Laura, driving my cock into his wife’s cunt. I hammered the moaning woman’s pussy, shivering her butt cheeks with my body, cleaving her quim with my axe.
Our heated grunts and groans, the wet-hot smack of flesh against flesh, the erotic squishing and squelching of cocks pumping sexholes, filled the crackling air. The temperature soared, the sexual intensity off the charts.
We came almost as one.
‘Fuck, yes!’ Steve howled in my burning ear, jerking, spraying, flooding my bowels with his white-hot semen.
‘Oh, Jesus, I’m coming!’ Laura wailed. She shook out of control on the end of my wildly pistoning dong, gushing her hot juices all over me.
Leaving me molten in the middle. I thrust a couple more times into Laura’s soaking pussy, gripping Steve’s spurting cock with my ass muscles. Then I exploded, blowing out my balls, my body and brain flooding with bliss. I came over and over, fucking and getting fucked, jetting and getting jacked up the ass.
It went on like that for the rest of the working week. Until Sunday night.
After another mediocre day of business, I heard Steve and Laura whispering to each other in the yard out back. I was headed outside to join them, a hard-on in my jeans and a lusty song in my heart. But what I heard through the open curtained kitchen window stopped me in my tracks, froze my dick and balls icy cold.
‘We can’t wait any longer,’ Steve said. ‘We’re losing too much money. Let’s burn the place down tonight, collect the insurance money like we planned and get the hell out of here.’
‘OK, I guess so … yes,’ Laura replied. ‘Everyone’s seen him, knows he’s been working for us. A real, dead body in a fire makes things look a lot more realistic, less like fraud.’
‘And everybody’s seen how friendly we’ve been to the guy. Why would we kill a complete stranger?’ Steve added cold-bloodedly.
My employment, with all of the fringe benefits, had obviously come to an end.
I stuffed my bed full of pillows later that night, snuck outside before Steve and Laura had a chance to lock me in their windowless storage room/guest bedroom. Then I sat in an open field and watched the place go up in flames. After placing a call to the police about a conversation I’d heard.
It’d been one hell of a hot week, so a fireball seemed a fitting culmination.
I was a hundred miles down the road before morning.