I was fortunate to have a full time job in administrative support for the college I was attending while working on finishing my bachelors degree. There was a Tex-Mex that was within walking distance that I could get lunch at periodically.
I was grateful they had an ala carte menu option since every penny counted. I enjoyed their enchiladas with cheese sauce and would get either shredded beef, pork or chicken. I only ever could get 2 down and would get just the 1 type of meat because I found to do otherwise just seemed to confuse or annoy them.
I became a regular of this restaurant and got to know the names of a few of the staff which they seemed to appreciate. I even picked up a few words of Spanish which was what everyone that worked there spoke to each other though they would use English with the customers. The manager was an older lady named Rosa who found my innocent curiosity endearing and seemed to like that I would leave the table I ate at ready to be wiped down and everything I used easily arranged to be picked up for clearing.
One afternoon, the department I was working in was called into a larger faculty meeting and the director said that it was going to be the rest of the day and that I should head home. It was rare to have the afternoon off so I was puzzled on how I would spend the extra time I suddenly found I had available.
I had some homework to do but that was constant and I was not ready to go back to the noise and frustration of my dorm room just yet. It was already half past 2pm and I had not had lunch yet so I walked over to my special spot and enjoyed a late lunch.
Normally Rosa was there at the door to greet me the way a mother would, but I found out later that she had taken lunch rush receipts to the bank which was why I had just missed her that day. I had not been here this late previously, so found the difference interesting. All of the ladies who normally were buzzing around the place waiting on customers were absent which felt a bit odd having been used to their perpetual presence. There was only a skeleton crew now, I had arrived in that lull between the Lunch and Dinner Rushes. The guy who normally I would only see bussing the tables showed me to my seat. I felt an unusual sensation in my pants as we walked to the booth and he took my order. I could actually feel my dick twitch as he made his way to the kitchen to give the cook my selection.
I was finishing off my favorite fair when I noticed three customers I had not seen before. They looked like they were accustomed to hard manual labor judging by their clothes and how muscular their bodies were. One of them had more of a baseball player build, the second had a swarthy heavyweight boxer physique while the their had a definite Dad body type.
I could not keep my eyes off the bigger guy, his hair and beard were jet black in that way someone of true Mexican lineage has but with a slight loose curl to it towards the length which dusted his neck just above his shoulders. His collar at the neck and the fold of the cotton button down formed a deep casual v which when he turned to go to the bathroom I could see he did not shave the way some of the more vain men did at the time. I could see the outline of his developed pecs under his shirt and how his work had bulked up his arms so that his top struggled to contain them. The jeans he wore were likewise form fitting, but in the way that an outfit does when it has been worn extensively and had been washed on a regular basis.
I could see just how powerful his thighs swelled the legs of his pants and how beautifully his but pushed the seat of his britches to their utmost. He was unquestionably one of the most handsome men that I had seen up till that point in my early 20s.
I was also quite naïve, so in thrall at the sight of this god that it did not take long before he and his friends clocked my gaze and started laughing amongst themselves. The one I found alluring shot me an intense, almost disdainful glare as he got up to go to the small two stall bathroom that reminded me of one of the auxiliary facilities in the Earth Sciences building.
I have a hiatal hernia which causes food to get stuck in my throat so I have to drink multiple glasses of water to keep from strangling on what I am able to eat. After the fourth glass my bladder was letting me know that I needed to hit the head before walking back to campus. Innocently I went to the bathroom completely oblivious how this looked to his friends and the other working class patrons that had been privy to all this.
It was the kind of men’s restroom that had one of those long tubs for a urinal that ice was dumped into and then two toilets in stalls. I only needed to empty my bladder so I went to the urinal to relieve myself and there was the Mexican God I was so enamored with standing arms length away. My mouth must have dropped and my eyes bugged out of my head noticeably when I caught sight of that enormous uncut endowment he had. I had finished with the last of the stream a few seconds unawares and it did not take long for this Mexican Man to notice how astounded I was as he shook the last droplets from his own enviable tool.
By this point though I was clueless, my desire was undeniable. With a deep throated growl he said sarcastically, “Like what you see?” I was speechless and could only manage an affirmative nod. It was then that I would get a lesson that has stuck with me ever since why one does not stare in the men’s room like that.
With the front of my pants still unfastened he grabbed me abruptly and pushed my lithe 20 something body against the wall with a resounding thud and in one unrestrained move pulled the back of my pants down just above my knees baring my virgin bubble butt for all the world to see. He still had his thick, uncut cock out which was definitely hard from the day’s exertions and this unexpected opportunity to get his rocks off.
I felt something wet hit just above my hole which he had pulled away from the wall for easy access and then I felt for the first time what the work hardened fingers of his calloused hand could do as he checked my hole for obstruction that might have impeded what he had in mind.
With the other hand he covered my mouth stifling the instinctual sounds that I uttered as he drove the first finger inside me and then another. By that point a bus boy had heard the thud and had thought something had fallen but instead found my ass being taken by this unabashed alpha male which only served to arouse the onlooker.
He sledded over behind the brute to the urinal and proceeded to take a piss just as the object of my previous fascination drove that pylon of his head first inside me. I had never felt such a pain before which caused tears to stream down my face onto the hand that was muffling my audible misgivings.
I had fantasies about bottoming for someone like him, but had never acted upon them up till that point. The bus boy had a small bottle of lube which he squirted onto the thick shaft of this Gardener’s Giant Uncut Dick as he pulled out just far enough to allow for it which was a relief considering I had been shafted practically dry at that point.
With the hand that had been fingering me this unabashed behemoth wrapped his fore-arm around my waist and pulled me into him in synchronicity with the forward thrusts of his cock burying it balls deep into my now deflowered derriere. This was my first experience of gay sex and was without a doubt the most aggressive experience I would ever know. I was more careful about where I let my gaze dwell in future to be certain of that.
This bodybuilder was in full rut thoroughly ruining my hole for anyone else it seemed when the baseball player buddy of his came to check on what was taking him so long. When he saw what he had gotten up to he laughed without restraint as he swatted his colleagues ass that was naked to the air and grinding away like a gorilla. I can still hear the sound of his grunting, groaning as he worked himself up to orgasm. His grip was unassailable as he shot his load deep inside me.
A few moments afterward I could feel that anaconda of his slide out of me just as his baseball player colleague not wanting to be left out filled the void he had left. The gorilla’s cum acted like lube allowing the slightly smaller guy’s dick to slide right in without hindrance. The pain was beginning to pass as this second surly stud proceeded to make a bitch out of me as well. The first guy had stretched my previously unsoiled hole so much that the second guy’s prick felt less intense and I was able to take it with much less pain. It was while this second dude dicked me over that I started feeling the most curious of sensations which caused me to start moaning in actual pleasure which only served to inspire a chortle from this ancillary top as he looked over his shoulder to the first guy saying “I think he likes it.”
A few minutes later and the baseball player type guy finished inside my cavern with a rabbit fuck pump that most women resent men for these days. The Bus boy had slinked away to the kitchen at this point which is how the other male staff heard about what was on the menu.
The next in line was a line cook that I had noticed and had been attracted to in previous visits but had not gathered the gusto enough to ask out. The bus boy had given him the small bottle of lube which I felt him applying to my now gaping and sore hole for which I was grateful and then heard him slathering his own tool with it just before proceeding to prod me with it without shame or remorse. He was a little bigger than the baseball player dude, but not nearly as monstrously huge as the body builder guy had been.
The soreness gave way to a different sensation that I had not known previously. As my muscles began to relax more with the more rhythmic thrusts of this third stud which felt comparably more like a massage I felt my own dick starting to stiffen. A few moments later and the line cook too had basted the inside of my butt.
Having paid the bill, the dad bod guy came in annoyed that his guys had wandered off like that. Now thoroughly lubed up and relaxed I was able to take the bodybuilder’s bolt much better has he had his way with me a second time. The dad bod guy lustfully watched as he fucked me furiously and once again came with a resounding grunt and moan.
The Dad bod guy must have been in his early 50s maybe, I would have to say by comparison his workers were in their mid 30s, judging by the difference in their dicks. The boss had a more stubby tool he stuck me with, but was actually more your average size but after taking the others felt smaller somehow.
I found myself intrigued at the differences between them. The boss had balls that hung much lower than the others so when he pumped they would slap up against me colliding with the base of my own testicles which was a distinctly different sensation in and of itself.
The boss also had not been afraid of a good home cooked meal which was testified to by the softer texture of his skin. I still remember how it felt with his gut resting on the small of my back and the top of my butt as he grinded my hole leaving a heavy load inside me when he was done. I thought the boss and the baseball player would have another go, but the lead cook came in about that time which discouraged them from the thought as they left in a huff unsatisfied.
I was dazed and perplexed in the contradictory feelings of having been violated and with my now rock hard cock jutting out in plain view and my thorough lubed up hole gaping and making sounds that I had not heard before.
The main cook knew me as a regular customer having frequented often enough for him to memorize my ala carte order. At first he was distinctly concerned about my welfare since technically this had been a criminal act perpetrated against me in his establishment. He took the front of the white chef’s apron that was stained from the previous food prep he had done and wiped my face which was ruddy from my earlier tears and the sweat from being up against such hot blooded men in such a confined space.
I don’t know what came over me, I was so aroused and yet stunned and embarrassed. The cacophony of emotions I was feeling was intense and conflicting. Before I realized what I was doing I leaned up and kissed Arlon who I had become quite fond of over this past year. He and Rosa were always so kind to me when I came to eat here. They were siblings and this was their first restaurant.
At first Arlon pulled back in stunned surprise blinking in astonishment, but could see that I had an adoring expression in my eyes and not wanting to upset me he helped me to my feet pulling my clothes up that had bunched around my ankles at this point and walked me to the back office and prep area that was off limits to anyone but employees.
Arlon was able to get some hand wipes kept there and sat next to me on a large segment of a sectional couch that had pushed up against one wall. His touch felt so caring as he wiped the grime from my face and hands. I felt the tears welling up again and buried my face in his chest sobbing. He wrapped his arms around me comforting me in the most loving way. All I had known from my father was anger, yelling, harsh criticism and hypocritical judgement so to feel such affection from Arlon tapped a well of pent up emotions I had not known was there.
Arlon was also gay, but was not out to anyone. His culture was even harsher on homosexuals than mine had been so he never felt he could express what he felt to anyone else. As an unexpected result I found my truest lover on the day of my first sexual experience that proved more aggressive than anything else I would experience there after. I never reported the incident because I did not want Rosa and Arlon to get hurt over it all and I was so fond of them both.
Over time Arlon and I started discreetly dating and in him I discovered what it felt like to be loved and adored. Though the ruffians sought to dehumanize me that day, I overcame their disregard and found a fellow spirit that I would never have known existed otherwise. So for Arlon, I am grateful for that day. Not for the rape, but for learning of Arlon’s Affections and the wellspring of desire and delight that we would savor together until his passing many years later.
Thinking I was some random stray that was a one off never to be seen or heard from again, the line cook and the bus boy were shocked when that proved not to be the case. Arlon was livid when he learned that two of his employees had participated in taking advantage of my ignorance and youth as they had earlier.
Arlon permanently banned the line cook who was completely unapologetic and said I had asked for it, behaving like such a wanton slut. Initially Arlon wanted to do the same with the busboy until I told him how the busboy was, where the bottle of lube came from and why I was not ripped rectally. Arlon still terminated his employment at the restaurant but did not go after him the way he did with the line cook. A few years later, we had 2 restaurants. One named Rosa’s that the sister maintained and then the original Texmex one I helped Arlon run.
The busboy had grown into a full fledged man with a family of his own in need of work to support them. He still could not look me in the face without turning pale white or blushing crimson red in embarrassment. That day would have ended a lot worse for me had he not helped in that weird way so I convinced Arlon of his remorse and the families need which Rosa agreed with and accepted his employment at her restaurant where he still works to this day.