I was sitting at the downstairs bar in the Mellow Mushroom one day, enjoying a drink after work. I was moving back and forth from watching a baseball game and looking around the restaurant trying to keep my mind occupied. I had just come out of a bad relationship and was trying my hardest not to think of that she-devil. After one of my many trips to the restroom, I noticed the kitchen staff cooking away. One of the cooks in particular caught my eye. He was a young man in his early 20's. I tried not to stare for too long at this fresh-faced guy, so I went back to the bar. I moved to a new seat where I could get a better glimpse at the kitchen, but more importantly, the studly, sweating pizza man. I started watching his every move. I saw the way he gracefully moved around the kitchen, avoiding running into his co-workers; the way he sensually massaged and stretched the dough. I couldn't help but notice his strong muscular body every time he tossed the dough in the air. My pants grew tighter watching his thin ample frame move about. After an hour of this, I decided I was going to talk to him, get to know him, maybe even sleep with him. I couldn't believe myself, I've never felt this way about another man before, but there was something about him that made me want to jump behind the bar, clear off the prep-table, throwing bits of dough and pepperoni all over the floor. I wanted to rip his clothes off, exposing his muscular body and full thick cock, and fuck him on the cutting boards till he came all over himself and the shredded cheese. I don't know what had come over me. I kept imagining different scenarios of taking him, ripping his clothes off, licking his well-toned chest, working my hands all over his body, sucking his fat, rock-hard cock in the elevator shaft, riding him on the bar, taking him from behind in the freezer. I could not wait till the kitchen closed and he got off of work.
Closing time was only a few minutes away when the bartender told me I had to pay my tab. I slowly made my way out, getting every last glimpse of that sexy, young man that I could get. He had to stay behind and clean up the kitchen, so I decided to go to the upstairs bar - the one that had just opened, hoping he would come up for a drink or two when he was done. Then, maybe I could talk to him and make friends. An hour or so had past and I still hadn't seen that sexy guy that I fantasized about all night. I was about to leave when I saw him in the corner of my eye. My heart started beating faster. I still couldn't believe that I felt like this. He had gone home and changed. He looked even sexier than before. He had a loose long sleeve plaid shirt over a tight white undershirt which showed off his strong chest. His pants weren't particularly tight, but they were just tight enough to see the contours of his firm well-toned ass. I went over and introduced myself and we started talking. We traded jokes, drinks, and life stories. After a while we started to talk about relationships. I told him about the bad relationship I had just come out of and he had a similar story.
Then we traded sex stories. I was getting very aroused by his stories, imagining he was stroking my body and fucking me in strange places and positions. Then he asked a question I didn't think he'd ask, "Would you ever have sex with a guy?" I almost wanted to tell him then that I've been staring at him for the past couple of hours wanting to fuck and be fucked by him, to probe his naked, sweaty body with my hands, to get a chance to taste his massive dick erupting in my mouth, to feel his hard cock slowly enter my awaiting ass, but I didn't. I made up a story about how in high school, my good friend and I would masturbate together in the same room and how once we had jacked each other off, and that that was the only thing we did. I didn't think about asking him the same question. I guess I didn't want to give my hopes up. We continued to talk and drink for a few more hours till the bar closed. I gave him a ride home. He invited me in for a drink and we continued to talk and drink until there was an awkward pause.
He turned to me and asked, "Do you want to watch this porno I got today? It's about this woman pirate who... steals booty! HA!" I laughed and said ok. A few minutes into the porno he said that he was getting really turned on, I agreed, but it wasn't just the porn that was getting me hard.
