The Man Sandwich

As a summer job after college let out, it could have been worse. I got a job as the cashier at a sandwich shop, called "Romeo & Julius." No, that's not a typo, folks. Their logo was of two guys in medieval clothing with one of their arms around each other and the other arms over their heads, holding a submarine sandwich. All this on a shield-shaped sign. Oh, and the guys on the sign were handsome, muscular studs wearing very tight tights. Very tight, as in a distinct bulge could be seen at the crotch and the shape of that bulge was just on the edge of telling you everything. And when you looked inside the window with the "Help Wanted" sign, you saw the two guys who could have modeled for the sign working there.

You can see why I put in my application, I think. My job, as I said, was cashier, Domo and Mario (when I got a chance and the courage to give my bosses a bit of cheek, I was going to ask which one was Romeo and which was Julius). Domo worked in the back, baking and preparing the various breads used, cutting the meats, and so on. Mario made the sandwiches as the customer watched, a beautiful symphony of motion. My job came after that, putting the sandwiches on the tray, passing out the bags of chips and side dishes such as cole slaw or macaroni salad, and then ringing up the purchases. When I had time from that, I had to bus the tables (we had trays and throwaway paper plates and bowls and such, so mostly I cleared up the mess the customers didn't clear up, wiping the tables and chairs, and mopping the floors. I started one afternoon and felt a bit dizzy by the end of it. My bosses pronounced themselves satisfied with my first day and told me to be back the next day at seven o'clock.

Two hours before they opened. I was wondering about that. We had cleaned up the place before we left the night before.

I got there and found Domo alone there. Wearing a t-shirt and chinos underneath his apron, he smiled up at me. His muscular hands never stopped working the huge lump of dough on the table before him. "Ho, William!" he said, raising one flour-coated hand briefly in a greeting.

"Hello." I said as I took off my backpack (I bicycled into work) and put it in the corner I had been told was mine for such things. "What do I do first?"

"Wash your hands." came the answer.

So I did. There was a sink there in the kitchen, separate from the one for the dishes, just for washing hands. Drying them on a paper towel, I said, "Okay, now what?"

"Now get over here and I'll teach you how to make rolls."

Domo had finished working the dough and had a large flat baking tray ready. "First you flour your hands like this." He dusted his hands in the bowl of flour he had. "Then you take the dough and pinch off a piece like this." he said, competently and quickly pinching off a piece just the size he wanted. "Then you shape it like this." He molded the dough into a smooth ball. "And then you lay it down like this." And he put it onto the tray, letting it mold itself into the distinctive elongated shape. "Easy, yes? You try it."

Easy, no! The flour I got on well enough (it's hard to screw up messing up your hands with flour, I made a flour-cloud where he hadn't but nothing worse), but the dough wasn't so obliging. Where Domo had pulled out a nice, neat wad of it, I had more of a weak-willed blob that tried to creep out of my hand. I began to try to work it into the neat ball that Domo had, and it only got worse.

"No good, no good, here." Domo took the glob away from me and tossed it into the trash. "Here, I show you." He then got behind me and guided my hands. His own hand was clamped around my forearm. "Here, I show you how to grab. I guide you hand, you grab, okay?" His breath was hot on my shoulder.

"Sure." I said. His arm pulled me like a rag doll and I grabbed and came away with the wad of dough.

"Now you work it." His hands guided mine together. "Move your fingers and tuck it under, under, under, again and again." His own hands moved mine in and out as I worked it. God, yes, this was easy! All it took was a hunk behind me to make me move the right way.

"Now you put it on the tray." And his hands moved mine to push it against the roll he had placed there, and it fitted in perfectly. "Easy, yes?"

"Yes." I said and looked at his face so close to mine over my shoulder. This put us nearly nose to nose. "That's very...easy."

His kiss was just like he had asked me. And I'd said yes. His arms closed upon my chest and his crotch moved against my buttocks like an easy slow-dance.

"Tonight, after we close." he breathed to me. "Tonight, okay?"

"Sure, yeah, sure." I said huskily. I was putty in his hands, seduced without his half trying to. Or is that he seduced me by knowing he could do it. Or maybe I had given myself away to him the day before, staring at him at every chance. I don't know. He had said tonight, I'd said okay. That was all that really mattered.

Domo helped me help him make rolls (and with his strokes over my body as he walked back and forth as I worked kept me in a state of edgy excitement all the while) until Mario showed up about nine thirty. Still another half hour before we opened for business.

"Go help Mario now." Domo told me as he stepped behind me and coincidentally grabbed me by the hips and gave my butt a couple of hunches. "We work today, and then we have tonight, yes?"

"Yes." I agreed.

Mario had gone into the walk-in freezer, and I walked in after him. The trays of pre-cut meats and dishes were stacked in there and he handed me two of them and I lugged them out to the counter where they would rest inside cavities filled with ice. I levered them in and went back to the freezer, Mario just behind me. Inside, I got the last two trays from the top shelf and Mario stooped down to get the six from the lower shelf. I had the trays in my arms, and that was when I felt it.

Mario's hand on my crotch. Dumbfounded, I stood there while he groped me, and it took me a while to figure out what to do. I couldn't move, couldn't get past him while he was on the floor, couldn't see what he was doing (other than what I was feeling, of course). What to do? I put the trays in my hands back onto the shelf and then I looked down. Mario was kneeling (which I knew) and his hand was on my crotch (which I'd figured out) and he looked up at me and grinned a huge grin. Like he knew what I wanted. His mouth came over and landed on my crotch and he gnawed at me.

Jesus, what had I gotten myself into here? Had Domo and Mario planned all this? Was I chosen just to be groped by both of them. Was I...Oh, God, that felt good! I wanted to pull my dong out and stuff it down his throat right now! I had such a damned hard-on in my trousers right now! Domo had turned me on, this was just icing on the cake, ready to eat it now, by God!

But when I caught hold of Mario's head and tried to grind myself into him, and then maybe undo my fly, he let go, stood up, and shook his head. "Tonight." he said. "We'll do it tonight."

"Okay." I said, dazed and horny as hell. "Sure. Okay."

And it was while I was putting the next two trays into their slots in the serving counter that I remembered I had already promised the night to Domo.

I spent the next while in a quandary. Which did I turn out to keep the other? Domo was an animal, grinding himself against me (I had gone back to help him for a while after the trays had been set out) and whispering husky words of lust in my ear which he nibbled afterwards.

So I set out to turn Mario down, and he proceeded to stand next to me and grope my crotch under the pretense of getting something from under the counter.

Then we opened for business and things stayed there, unfinished and unresolved. We had first the late-breakfast crowd, people who needed a breakfast in a hurry because they were late for work, plus some people buying a lunch to eat at their desks. That took us into a brief quiet spell but still people about (which didn't prevent Mario from coming over and renewing his rubbing on my basket for a time), then we were into lunch which was crazy all the way through until three in the afternoon. Then I helped Domo in the kitchen and got another dose of his desire for my ass and that hard-on in his pants. How the hell either of these studs planned to wait until tonight was beyond me, I was already steaming at the groin as it was!

So I made it until closing time without turning either stud into a "let's make it tomorrow, sorry" like I'd planned.

I finished mopping and went into the kitchen to figure out how to say it and what to say to who. Domo and Mario were both there and I said, "Uh, look, guys, I seem to have made something of a mix-up here. I mean, I like both of you, but about tonight."

"Yeah, tonight." Domo agreed.

"We're on." Mario chimed in.

"Uh...we are?" I was dumbfounded at this turn of events.

"Sure." Mario said. "You come to our place tonight. Plenty of room, we have a nice, big bed."

"Uh...both of you."

"Sure." Domo put in. "Why not?"

"Why not?" I nearly shrieked. "Well because...because...." Well, why not? Domo was definitely an ass man, and Mario was just as oral. Domo was out to, well, dominate me and Mario seemed to want to service me. Kind of different spheres of operation. "Well..." I said after a pause. "Can we fit my bike on your car?"

"Sure, we do that." Domo agreed.

The bike went into the trunk and tied on, it would hold. Domo drove us while Mario and I sat in the back. Mario was quick to unfasten my trousers and suck on me. I was really getting into this now, frankly. One man to serve my cock while the other was ready to fuck me senseless. Really the best of both worlds!

This was going to be awesome!

I was as horny as a three-balled hound-dog and about as jumpy. I was practically pawing these two guys as they led me up the walkway from the car and unlocked the door of their house.

Domo got behind me as Mario opened the door and when I walked in and hesitated as you do when you enter a new place, Domo grabbed me from behind and began to nibble my ear in earnest. I didn't care, when his arms got hold of my shirt and began to unbutton me like that.

Mario as usual got in front and began to work on my trouser front. With his fingers, I mean, began to unfasten me. Naughty you, thinking something else, eh? Heh-heh-heh! Yeah, I was that damned giddy.

As they team-stripped me, I gushed, "Damn, I never did it with two guys before. You two are together, then?"

"First we were lovers." Domo supplied as Mario worked on my cock. "Then we weren't, then we were business partners, and now we are friends. Very good friends. We share our job, we share this house."

"And now we share you." Mario agreed.

"Hope I can keep you both happy at once." I smirked.

"You will." Domo said as he got my briefs down and Mario took them on off of me. Domo had managed to lower his own trousers somewhere along the way, for a bare dong slid up against my butt crack. Mario was taking his own shirt off as he sucked on my cock again. I was somewhere beyond totally horny now. The entire day had been one long session of foreplay, your brain overloads somewhere along the way when you do that. I was ready, compliant, ready to do anything right now. Maybe the day-long torment had been planned by them, I know that if I had been asked to do a three-way that morning, I would have immediately said no. Just like the seductions, somewhere along the way I had agreed without knowing about it. And why not? It made so much sense, this pair of lovers, they would cover all the bases at once.

So my only question now was what I asked, "Are we going to do it here, or in your bedroom?"

"Bedroom is upstairs." Mario said. I was ready to race up those stairs but didn't get the chance. With Mario on my legs and Domo's arms around and under my arms, I was carted upstairs like a hunting trophy, naked, giggling, horny, willing and ready to be mounted.

Mario shucked his pants and shorts in one motion (his shoes, slip-ons without socks, had been left downstairs), then got on the bed first (he was right, the bed was one of those huge round things you see in the movies but never expect to get into) and he held his arms out to me. When I got into them, he kissed me and his hand clamped onto my cock and his and he began to jerk them together.

Shit, I was nearly ready to cream then and Domo didn't help, because he got behind me and began to tongue my asshole! Ee-Gods, that was something I'd never had done to me before. The skin there is so sensitive, cloistered away between your butt-cheeks, cushioned against the turmoil of the day, sequestered as a nun and just as untouched. Except now Domo was touching it. Every nerve ending I had down there was screaming at me, yes, yes, yes!

And I creamed right onto Mario's stomach, right then and there. Okay, abrupt, you got to remember all I'd been through that day! I didn't know it was going to happen until I was shrieking in my climax and spurting hot jizz onto Mario's gorgeous brown, bare body.

"Ah, hah, ah, ah, ah, hah, oh, oh, God, oh, jeez, God, oh!" I gasped as my spunk soaked the two of us. "Shit, guys, I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

"All over me." Mario said dreamily, like he was hypnotized by it. "My cock is covered in come, covered."

"I'm sorry." I moaned in helpless frustration.

"No, no, it's okay." Mario said. "Only I wanted that in my mouth. How am I going to get it off me?"

"Let me." Domo volunteered and Mario understood what he meant (I didn't), for he got to his knees and Domo leaned over and before my wide eyes, Domo sucked all my come off of Mario's cock and body and then they kissed and I realized he had held it in his mouth and was now giving it to Mario! Oh, God! Two men sharing my come!

At the age of nineteen nearing twenty, my hormones were more than ready to meet the challenge. I sprang to attention once again and when Mario saw that, licking his lips, he moaned and dove back down and swallowed my dick back down. He was lying with his legs up near my head, and so I could finally repay him a bit of his attentions, I got into a 69 with him and tasted Domo's saliva on Mario's cock where he'd coated it in sucking my jizz off of it.

And a lubed finger dove at my bunghole. My body was too busy to keep track of everything, Domo must have fished it out of the nightstand and got it ready while I got over to start sucking Mario. I didn't fight it, not here, not now, and the finger went in easily. You can't be turned on all day and then present a virginal sphincter to the guys at night. Your body has totally given in, like I said. A second finger was just as easily inserted next to its mate.

Mario spurted his load just as unannounced as I had, but this load went into my mouth. I was caught off-guard by the mammoth load (he had been working himself up all day long, too, remember), but gamely held on and managed to drink down that entire load of hot jizz.

With Mario panting, Domo said, "Well, now that you two have finished, maybe I can get some?"

Mario chuckled through his gasps of breath, said, "Domo has the constitution of an ox. He only comes when he wants to."

"Lucky him." I agreed. I felt better, losing my own control now. Shucks, nobody was keeping score here or anything, were they? "Now you and I can work each other nice and slow while he...uh-humph!" That was my sound as Domo's prong was stuck up against my asshole and shoved inside!

"Easy, Domo, easy." Mario advised. "William is not used to you yet as I was. You must let him get used to your huge tool."

My God, Domo was large! I had felt it before, but only through cloth, all day long. Then the cock resting against my butt downstairs, but that hadn't warned me that Domo was carting around a horse-cock!

I had been titillated and teased all day long. I was still in a state of enhanced rut that hadn't worn off even with my ejaculation. I was ready for anything, damn it! So while Domo's enormous pud stretched my limits, it didn't break them. A good thing, too, for Domo wasn't all that gentle. I guess he wasn't all that in control of himself after all, not after the day we'd had. While Mario and I had taken the edge off ourselves, he was still in full fury and it showed as he crammed that hard rod into me.

But he had lubed me, I was horny, and Mario was helping to keep me stimulated, I got through it with only a couple of grunts and twitches, and now I was truly wrapped it in these two men. Domo's cock was in my butt, Mario's in my mouth, and mine in Mario. The three of us, plugged into each other.

Domo was in control some after all, for his motions began smoothly and slowly. His dong, which could have ripped me up badly if he'd been abrupt, instead massaged my bowels into accepting it with the slow loving, lubricated strokes of an attentive lover. I suckled Mario's pud as I loved the stiff schlong in my butt, how had I missed out on this particular pleasure for so long? They truly were a complementary pair of lovers, while they may not have made it with each other, they were a marvelous set of bookends for a lucky third guy to be in between on.

On and on Domo fucked me. I think, but can't swear to it, that at one point he paused, and at that time, he may have unloaded inside me, if so, he never let on, no moans of lust, no exhausted breathing after, just a short pause, and then he was back to fucking me again, and it was just as hard and just as loving and just as delightful as any young man could wish.

Mario and I slowly brought each other to a new climax. This is why I think Domo kept his first climax quiet, so he could join in with us as we built to our second, again, I can't prove it, but I know that as Mario and I began to build in our desire to a faster, more urgent motion, Domo kept pace with us, and when at last Mario moaned and his second load gushed into my mouth, and my own orgasm beatifically smiled and joined him, such a soothing, stroking, wonderful sort of climax that relaxed me utterly, I felt Domo stiffen, his cock grew hot as hell, and he hunched at me hard for a time and his spunk this time peppered my innards. Like I say, I can't prove this was his second and not his first, but if it was the second time, though, it was a heavy load even so.

Mario snaked his head around and he licked my butt as Domo withdrew, and I experienced again that marvelous ecstasy of being touched in that untouchable place, loved in that unloved locale, a disregarded part of my body being given lavish affection, and I moaned as he did it.

We slept then for a time, and I woke to find Mario working on my sleep-stiffened cock (I had a wet dream going just then even despite all that had happened--or maybe because of it) into his butt, and I sleepily humped at him, and then Domo woke up and I got re-impaled on his prod for a wee-hours fuck-and-be-fucked threesome. Me in the middle, giving and receiving, impaling and impaled, the meat in the man-sandwich that was our three-way, and we made it to our third sexual peak and succumbed again to slumber.

I was stiff the next day, but it was a good kind of stiffness, I showered and came out to find Mario had made a nice light early-morning breakfast and somehow managed to wash my clothes for me from the night before. Domo came down while we were eating and he wiped his eyes and said, "Hurry, now, we must get to the shop. Another day is starting."

"But this is Saturday." I pointed out. I didn't work on Saturday or Sunday, the shop depended heavily on the 9-to-5, Monday-to-Friday crowd for its business.

"But we have some business." Domo shrugged. "You want a ride home, yes?"

"Uh, yes." I agreed. My butt was pretty sore, a bicycle didn't sound so good just now.

"You and Mario come with me and Mario can drive you home." Domo apparently didn't eat breakfast, for he turned and Mario and I were left to follow him hurriedly. Mario had his own car, but he'd left it at the shop the night before.

So Mario let me out at my home and Mom came out as I was putting my bicycle in the garage. I had called to say I had made plans for after work.

"So, how was your date?" she asked me. "And who is that?" she eyed the departing car with Mario inside.

I didn't know if she had seen Mario (I wasn't out to my parents yet), but decided not to hide his identity. "That was one of the two guys who own the sandwich shop." I said. "After work, we went back to their place and I stayed overnight with them."

"Oh, so it wasn't a date." Mom sounded disappointed. "Did you have a good time? What did you do?"

I dimpled and tried not to smile. "Actually, Mom, we spent the whole time making sandwiches. It was quite educational."

THE END
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