Changes

by Mason Lee

  “What happened with Eli?”

  “Eli was a one night stand that went too far. Besides, he's leaving in a month to spend the rest of the year up in New York. He's like a snowbird or something.”

  “I thought you had to be at least 60 to qualify as a snowbird.”

  “Ha ha! No, apparently not. His parents are like loaded or something. They go back and forth.” “Must be nice. Do you want another?”

  No, I should probably go. I have to work. Shit, I downed that fast. Maybe Eli got to me more than I'll admit.” Brandon looked like he was going to get up and leave, and then looked back at Dylan, “On second thought, hit me with another.”

  Dylan pulled out another glass and gave Brandon another vodka tonic. One reason Dylan liked Brandon so much was that Brandon was always down to talk. He was funny, and often made Dylan laugh. Usually, Brandon just wanted to talk about was the guys he liked, or was dating, or used to date. Brandon was a little boy crazy. However, any conversation with Brandon always amused Dylan. Dylan also sometimes liked to picture Brandon in bed with some of his hotter boyfriends.

  “So what did Eli say when you told him?” asked Dylan.

  “Not much. He just called me a jerk and said he was the best lay I would ever had. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I already knew that was wrong. He doesn't even crack my Top 5.”

  “Ouch! That's rough.”

  “He's not a bad guy, or so I thought. Just a little spoiled and not great in bed. Hence why I found George..oh shit, look at the time. I need to get going.” Brandon downed the rest of his drink, and left some money on the bar.

  “Okay. Well good to see you, as always, Brandon.”

  Brandon got up to leave. “Bye, hottie!”

  As the night progressed, it became unusually busy on the Patio. All his regulars stopped in for a visit, plus some group of gay tourists who apparently all checked in at once at the inn. They must have been some sort of bear group, for they were only middle-aged bears. They were good tippers, but no one Dylan felt like taking home. Dylan had just closed the bar when Tanya came by.

  “How was your night?”

  “Busy, T! I'm exhausted.”

  “Just wanted to update you. The owners are still not sure who the new manager will be. They are narrowing down their candidates, maybe next week? The week after?”

  “So no news is good news, I suppose?”

  “Well, things will be tranquil. For now, at least.”

  “If they hire another Raul, I may have to quit, Tanya.”

  “I kind of doubt the owners will hire another Raul. One of them mentioned to me a 'new direction' for the place, something they feel like they can do now with Raul gone. They really want a new manager that will help to implement their ideas. I think that's why they are being so picky. Plus, there's really only one Raul, thank God.”

  “Thank God is right.”

  “Anyhoo, have a good night, Dylan. You're off tomorrow, right?”

  “Yup. I may lie in bed all day tomorrow.”

  The next few days were pretty quiet for Dylan. His days off usually were. He worked Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, and was usually off the rest of the week. Since he did not have to share his tips (unlike the ladies in the front, who usually pooled their tips), he managed to pay his bills on three days a week. Sometimes he'd pick up an extra shift here or there, but that was usually during the winter months or a holiday. Not much extra to do in the late spring. Plus, he was so busy and social at his job; so on his days off, he usually liked to stay at home and recharge his battery. Unless he had some place to be, it was nice to be in the quiet of his apartment. He exercised, he took naps, he jerked off. Before, Dylan would often dread that first day back, dealing with Raul. The first day back was usually like sliding into a hot bath. It was uncomfortable at first, but then when he finally relaxed, he could enjoy it. However, there was no Raul to worry about this upcoming week. Part of Dylan wondered if he should worry about any new bosses who might feel they have something to prove. For some reason though, Dylan came to the conclusion it would be okay.

  Friday came and at about 1:55pm, Dylan woke up to a different ring than his usual alarm coming from his phone. Someone was actually calling him. Groggily, he grabbed the phone. It was work.

  “Hey!” Dylan grunted, trying to act like he did not just wake up, “What's up?”

  “Dylan? It's Tanya. Can you get to work an hour early today? There's a meeting with the new boss.”

  “They hired someone new already?”

  “Yeah, the owner said he got excited for this guy's enthusiasm, and hired him on the spot. Can you be here in an hour?”

  Dylan got up, turned on the shower, and started brewing some coffee. He pulled together a meeting outfit of jeans, a T-shirt plus the board shorts he wore as his uniform at work. He got dressed and downed a cup of coffee. He got into his car and sped away. As he was stopped at a red light, he felt a familiar tingle in his jeans. He had forgotten to jerk off this morning. And the night before. On the days he slept alone, his masturbation habits were pretty regular: once before bed and once when he got up. Sometimes on his days off, he would jerk off during the day, especially after some vigorous exercise. However, the quietness of work last night had put him right to sleep and the phone call this morning had thrown off his whole schedule. He could feel the head of his cock pressing through the flap of his underwear and into the denim of the jeans. As he pulled into a parking space at work, his hard cock was throbbing. As he walked into the bar, Dylan wondered if he could get a little alone time in a bathroom stall between the meeting and his shift.

  Dylan sat down in one of a circle of chairs in the back of the house. He scanned the room and saw all his female co-workers. Working on the patio surrounded mostly by his male customers, he forgot that his co-workers inside were mainly women. He rarely had a reason to come inside, except to grab some bottles or go to a meeting. Dylan preferred it that way. The ladies were so catty with one another, but Dylan mostly managed to stay above the drama. Most of the waitresses adored Dylan. He was the token gay at the Cape Shoals Bar. Besides, gay boys and their drama was more than enough for Dylan. Dylan kept looking around and noticed a male had finally entered the room. The new boss? This man seemed too attractive to be anyone's boss. The man began introducing himself to everyone in the room. He finally got to Dylan, “Hi, I'm Chris. The new guy! You are?”

  “Dylan. But most everyone calls me Dylan.”

  “Nice to meet you, Dylan. I'm sure we'll be getting to know each other very well.”

  Chris smiled, and had an adorable crooked smile. Dylan took a deep breath. Chris was really sexy. An inch shorter than Dylan, he had brown hair and deep brown eyes. Even with clothes on, Dylan could tell Chris worked out regularly. He had such a perfect gym body, maybe going to the gym was his hobby. He wore a tight black tee shirt that hugged his pecs and his clung close to his washboard abs. The skin on his muscular forearms was an even tan, with the two large biceps peeking out of his shirt. Even his manager khakis cut him more like jeans, cradling his package in the front and a well-sculpted ass in the back. Just the sight of Chris' ass made Dylan's cock press harder on his jeans. This had definitely been a bad day for Dylan to forget to rub one out.

  As Tanya began the meeting and introduced Chris, Dylan tried to listen to what was being said. However, eventually, Dylan could not concentrate; all he could think about was his hard-on, along with Chris' ass. As Chris spoke, Dylan began to wonder what his cock looked like. And tasted like. And how Chris' mouth would feel on his throbbing cock. Then he heard his name. “Dylan? Dylan? Are you willing to help out?” said Tanya.

  “Sorry what?”

  “I could really use your help, Dylan.” said Chris. “We really want this to be KNOWN as a gay destination in town, not just by word of mouth. But I need feedback from you and our customers on how we could be more gay friendly. If you have some ideas now, Dylan, I'd love to hear them.”

  “I'm not sure, but I
'll get back to you.”

  “Well, if no one has any questions or comments, I say let's end now” said Chris. “Everyone has some extra time to prepare for their shifts.”

  The meeting broke up and Dylan was about to get up to head to the bathroom. “Hold on, Dylan, can we talk for a bit?” said Chris, “Maybe we can go out by your bar on the patio and discuss some things before you open?”

  “Sure, of course.” Dylan really wanted some alone time with his cock before his upcoming shift, but he felt he had to humor the new boss. Dylan and Chris walked out onto the patio. It was warm and sunny out, the afternoon heat still beating down on the deck.

  “So, Dylan, why do you think so many gay men come visit this bar, of all the bars in town?”

  “I'm not really sure. The view is nice, you can people-watch here. I've seen a lot of hotties coming out of the ocean while I'm working.”

  “It is really nice out here. Man, but it's so warm out here too. How do you stay out here without ripping all your clothes off?”

  Dylan was a little taken aback by the comment, but said, “Well, it's usually cooler in the evening and I never wear a shirt. I get better tips that way.” Dylan smiled and winked at his new boss.

  “Good idea.” With that, Chris peeled off his black t-shirt. “I'm a beach bum at heart. I think better with less clothing on.” While Chris was probably in his late thirties, he had the defined body of someone younger. Dylan stared at Chris' perfect pink nipples and six-pack. His chest and stomach had a light dusting of black hair on them. Chris definitely spent all his free time at the gym. Dylan's cock felt like it was going to burst through his jeans.

  “My first thought was to just have a gay night, a night we could advertise as gay night for everyone to come out. What do you think?”

  Dylan was still pretty distracted by his cock, but he knew it was his turn to talk. “I mean, I see gay people every night I work. I think one night a week might throw some people off.” Dylan felt like shooting down his boss's ideas might not be the best way to endear himself but the words just tumbled out. Great, Dylan thought, I'm going to end up with another boss who hates me. And he's hot.

  “Dylan, I understand what you're saying. You seem to have some experience with this stuff.”

  Dylan couldn't believe what he was hearing. A boss that actually was listening to him? And thought he knew what he was talking about? Raul never did that.

  “You know, Dylan, I told the owner and Tanya about my ideas and they said it was you. The people love to visit you here on the patio. I can see why. I heard you were sexy, Dylan, but I really was not prepared.”

  Again, Dylan was a little surprised by what he was hearing. Chris was flirting. Usually, Dylan liked to be one chasing, instead of being chased. He got flirted with a lot as a bartender, by both men and women. However, Chris was his boss and Dylan really wanted to fuck, and fuck him in particular.

  Chris continued, “Your boner was really distracting me during that meeting. It looks like it could use some attention, while we brainstorm some more ideas, of course.”

  Dylan lifted himself on top of the bar. Chris positioned himself between Dylan's legs and undid his jeans. His cock burst free. “Man! That's a lot of meat!” Chris said.

  Chris grabbed Dylan's cock and slid it into his mouth. Dylan could feel Chris' warm mouth give him some much needed relief. Apparently, Chris had no gag reflex as he managed to deep-throat Dylan's nine inches. Dylan pulled off his own shirt and leaned back, letting the heat caress his torso. In his ecstasy, he realized that while he'd gone home with plenty of guys from the bar, he'd never actually had sex at the bar. There was an element of public display that he and Chris were doing. It turned Dylan on a little to be getting head in such a public place. While the door from the bar was most likely locked, they were pretty easily spotted from the beach. However, Dylan didn't want beachgoers to get the wrong impression of the Patio.

  Chris came up for air. “Let's fuck. I want you inside me.”

  Dylan kissed Chris and then whispered, “Let's do it behind the bar.”

  Dylan jumped behind the bar and stripped off the rest of his clothes. He grabbed a condom from the bowl that was kept on the bar for patrons. Chris walked around the bar, unbuttoning his khakis and removing his shoes. He was wearing a pair of blue briefs that quickly fell down to his ankles. He laid down on his side beside Dylan, putting one leg in the air. Chris had a gym bubble butt that practically grabbed Dylan's sheathed cock as he buried it inside Chris.

  Dylan pounded on Chris's ass. His hole was nice and tight, and Dylan could feel a spasm running up his loins. Since it had been a day and a half since he'd last cum, his body was reacting with a lot of ecstatic relief. He pounded harder, feeling Chris's warm ass cheeks against his thighs. Chris was apparently a pretty experienced bottom, as he took Dylan's nine inches no problem. “Gah! I think I'm going to cum...” Dylan felt a rush of relief as the reservoir tip of the condom filled with juicy white cum. Dylan began to pull himself out of his boss' ass, and could feel cum trickling down onto his shaft.

  Chris turned over and looked at Dylan's cock. “That was so great. But I'm not done.” Chris yanked off the condom and began licking off every trace of cum from the head. Pausing for a moment, Chris said, “Let's make sure you are nice and relaxed before you start your shift.” Chris grabbed Dylan's cock and began sucking, until Dylan could feel he had another erection. Dylan repositioned himself, grabbed Chris's girthy cock and began sucking as well. The two formed a 69 pattern. Chris' cock was about six inches, but really girthy like a can of soda, filling Dylan's entire mouth. It had been a while since he had an uncut cock in his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the head and played with the extra foreskin with his tongue. This time Chris came first, with soft white cum spilling all over Dylan and the wooden floor. Dylan guessed it had been awhile since Chris got laid. Chris began sucking with vigor, like he was getting the last remaining drops of a milkshake. Dylan came a second time and could feel a dull ache in his balls as the last reserve of semen had been pushed out. He definitely wouldn't need to jerk off tonight.

  Chris reached up and grabbed a towel that Dylan kept to wash off the bar. “Thanks for this,” said Chris, “I needed it.” They kissed, Dylan sticking his tongue down Chris' throat. Dylan wasn't sure if he should be attempting to French kiss his new boss, but considering what just happened it seemed natural. Chris happily tongued Dylan's throat in approval. They released and Dylan stood up to begin to dress.

  “You might as well put on your uniform. I think we're a few minutes late opening the bar. Luckily, your boss doesn't care.” Dylan pulled on his board shorts he brought for work. Chris got dressed as well. “I should go. They are probably inside wondering what happened to me.”

  “So Chris, I don't want to get the reputation of being the guy who sleeps with the boss to get what he wants.”

  “Don't worry. This is just between us. I'm bi, and I don't hang out with many gay guys in my off time, so I do really want your feedback on how to make the bar more gay-friendly. I just wasn't expecting when we met that you'd be so hot. Maybe you can come by my place this week sometime and I'll bounce some of my ideas off of you? No pressure from the new boss, of course.”

  “All right.” The rest of the night went really well for Dylan. His tips were about the same, but he had a whole new love of his job.

  As Dylan walked into the Cape Shoals Bar that Saturday, he noticed he was actually a few minutes early. Maybe there was more than one perk in sleeping with the boss. Dylan went into the storage room to grab his usual bunch of bottles. Sometimes customers showed up early any way, so why not get prepared? As Dylan did a quick mental inventory, he couldn't find a bottle of the house vodka. Vodka was one of the most popular things people ordered. If he didn't have it, he'd be sunk for sure. Dylan was trying to think where it might be when he heard someone behind him.

  “Dylan? Everything all right? It was Chris. Dylan took a deep breath. Just being in Chris's presenc
e turned Dylan on now. Chris emanated this manly musk that Dylan never noticed before this moment. Maybe being in such a small space made it come out more. Or maybe Dylan was just now more attuned to Chris's body.

  “I can't find any bottles of vodka.” said Dylan, taking another deep breath, smelling Chris's manly scent.

  “Really? Well, that's a problem, isn't it? Let me see what I can find.” Chris had this easygoing nature to him that Dylan wasn't used to at the Cape Bar. Nothing seemed like a big deal to Chris, whereas with Raul everything was a big deal. Raul would have screamed at Dylan to find it immediately, and stomp off. Chris reached over to grab a box, his arm brushed up right against Dylan's naked chest. Dylan was already dressed for work. “Jesus, it's tight in here,” said Dylan.

  The storage room was pretty small. It was basically a glorified janitor's closet that the owners expanded slightly to accommodate some extra bottles. But between the bottles in storage and the small space, two people really couldn't move around without rubbing up against each other. As Chris kept reaching, his muscular arms kept accidentally caressing Dylan. Dylan could feel Chris's arm hair tickle his hairless chest. Dylan tried to ignore it, searching for bottles himself nearby.

  “God Dylan, couldn't you have at least worn a shirt while we did this?” Chris' tone was more joking than serious. Dylan couldn't help but notice that Chris was getting hard. Chris was wearing a pair of well-fitted jeans, that kept with the casual Sunday atmosphere. Dylan noticed a visible bulge in Chris's jeans. Being so close to Chris and his bulge just made Dylan even more horny. Dylan tried to ignore Chris's bulge and his own growing package.

  However, Chris had already noticed that Dylan had noticed the increasing swell in Chris's jeans. Chris reached down and wrapped his arm around Dylan's waist and pulled Dylan close to him. “Fuck it! While we're in here...” Chris planted a big sloppy kiss on Dylan's mouth. The vodka bottles would have to wait. Dylan kissed Chris harder. Chris opened his mouth a bit and Dylan slipped him the tongue. They made out for a bit, their tongues enjoying the visit to a new but somewhat familiar place.