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Allen and Cesare had stayed back in the truck after the other two had left. They had made quick work of taking off the necessary clothing, clashing lips, Cesare shoving his practically rotting tongue into Allen's mouth, who moaned at the intrusion and foul taste.
They weren't exactly gentle with each other, but that was just another extension of their trust, the bond that made them different than anyone else Cesare had known in his thousand years.
After Allen had had enough of Cesare tonguing his throat, he shoved the other man against the countertop. They were always very careful to clean up EXTREMELY well afterwards, but just to be safe they were fucking on the counter that tended to only get used for employee belongings rather than any food prep.
God, fucking on the work counters. Allen had expected the dead man to be a freak, knowing all he knew and looking the way he looked, but god damn, it was practically exhibitionism, trying to stay quiet and soft enough to not shake the truck or be heard outside. Throwing each other around the place they made food every day.
He had begun sliding into Cesare's back end, but paused.
"Hey, what's the hold up, Doc? I know youre desperate too, im not exactly the type to whimper if youre in the mood for teasing or having me beg fo-" he turned to look where Allen was looking. "Oh. Right. Evening, Conrad, you leave something behind?"
Conrad was stood in the doorway at the back of the truck in stunned silence, eyes wide.
"J- just forgot... my... uh, my earphones, boss. Boss and Doctor. Allen. I. Uhm."
"Oh shit, yeah, I shoulda noticed. ...why dont you come grab them, big guy?" Cesare grinned almost evilly, seeing that they were right next to him.
Conrad's face was well beyond a light flush at this point, not only having witnessed his boss and his coworker fucking on their work counters, but now having to get into close contact with them to get his stuff back.
"Christ, Conrad, you setting up a tent or a whole festival venue in your pants? I know we're hot but, come on, you gotta have more dignity than that?"
Conrad's chin lowered, his shoulders coming up, almost like a turtle trying to hide in its shell. He felt humiliated, he was practically a voyeur with how much he was prolonging grabbing those earphones. He was just. Standing here by the counter, near paralysed, sneaking a glance down to see where the two were connected better.
"Wishing it were you, Conrad?"
"I- I just... you guys look good is all. Unless... you were... that was a real invite? Or- or were you just teasing me again? Man, I can never tell with you two, especially you, boss. Im not- not good with sarcasm"
"Ehhhhhhhhhhhh" Cesare contemplated, turning his head back with a mild crack, his joints stiff "I mean if Doc is alright with adding a third tonight, then I wouldn't mind a sneak peak at whats hiding in your pants"
"I have no qualms with this. Could be interesting, and you seem intrigued, Conrad."
The two nodded and shrugged and Allen slowly pulled out, a wet sliding noise accompanying the movement.
"Go on, big guy. Whip it out, lemme see it." Cesare almost seemed impatient.
Conrad slowly, still hesitant and flustered, undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He almost struggled to take his boxers off before they fell to the floor too, being kicked aside as the other two gawked
"Jesus Christ, that thing is a health and safety violation, Conrad. Fuck, need that inside me... oh dont go getting jealous, Docky, youre not being replaced because his cock is bigger than yours. What, you wanna use my mouth while he takes my back end?"
"I had a different idea, but if you wish for a spitroast, I take no issue, Cesare" he replies, turning to the other counter and handing Conrad a bottle of lube.
"I mean, what the hell were you planning?"
"Conrad is more than capable of holding you aloft, arent you Conrad? You remain upright, and since youre so interested in being so stretched out tonight, we both fit in there..."
"Docky. You trynna kill me with dick, here? Split me open? Send me to hospital? Do you want me to not be able to work tomorrow, is that it? Got plans and need a free holiday? What is- what the fuck is your problem, Al?"
Doctor brushes his fingers along Cesare's collarbones, looking at him through his eyelashes, his voice soft and low almost affectionate and endearing, but not to the point it disgusted Cesare, and clearly used for manipulative purposes. "Cesare, youre more than capable of taking us, you know this. You're always going on about not coddling you, youre indestructible. Let's at least try this, hm~?"
"FINE. but if i cant work because I cant sit, youre in the driver's seat and taking the truck out without me"
His fingers had moved up Cesare's neck, getting tangled in his hair, his face close enough that his breath was on Cesare's lips. "I wouldn't be second in command if I wouldn't, now would I?"
And Conrad just watched, struggling not to let his hand continue up and down his cock after finishing lubing up. The tension between his boss and colleague was like very personal porn, and he could feel his cock twitch with need and anticipation with every flirtatious movement and near whispered word.
It almost felt wrong getting between this, but so, so hot.
"Alright, Conrad, you heard the man. Hoist me up"
Conrad wordlessly snaked his large hands around Cesare's waist, his fingers tracing over his prominent ribs, admiring him for one moment longer before effortlessly picking him up, lining him up with his tip. He pushed in - or rather, pulled Cesare down, getting just the head inside, earning a long winded groan from his boss.
"Fuck, thats thick, Conrad~ oh yeah, baby, gimme more, I can take it all~"
"All of it? Now?"
"Fuck it, yeahhh, slam me down on this baby, I want it to hurt"
Conrad considered for a second, not wanting to injure the boss, but if both Cesare and Allen were so insistent he would be fine, then...
He tugged up a fraction of an inch and yanked down, ramming the full length into him, emitting a loud slap as their hips connected. Cesare reacted with a cry, his back arching, his eyes rolling so far back in his head he wasn't sure they'd ever return to normal. He wasnt sure his body would ever return to normal again, either. Conrad's cock made a large bulge in his belly, and Allen had to bite his lip to stop himself from groaning at the sight, or reaching out to feel Conrad's cock through Cesare's skin.
Cesare struggled to bring his head back up and focus his eyes again. "God DAMN that was hot. Ive never had anything this deep in me before, holy... fuck, Doc, get in here. In me. Conrad pull me up a bit, sink me down on him. I dont.. I dont think I can move... fuck, you ready to use your boss like a fleshlight, big guy?"
Allen stepped forward, one hand on Cesare's hip, the other doing everything he could to pull back even a bit of the stretched taught skin around Conrad's dick so he could fit his tip inside before letting Conrad do the rest of the work, pulling Cesare back down again, enveloping the both of them.
"Alright, lemme... lemme adjust. I know im a masochist, but like. Gimme a sec to simmer."
"Take your time, Cesare. Are you having fun, Conrad?"
"I- im... he feels so good, Allen, I can see why you two..fuck so often. And I can feel your dick twitching against mine, its... I would have been horny enough just watching you guys, but this is so much more. I dont know how long im gonna last doing this"
"Feel free to fill him up more than once, the boss isnt afraid of having a lot of ...what was the word you used? Juices? Inside him."
"Hey, hey, you keep that stupid mouth shut about that, we tried that ONE TIME. AND I ENJOYED IT SO WHAT."
"That day he had a 'particularly bad back' he had put in a plug the previous night to keep three of my loads inside him and he still didnt take it out all day."
"Quit... fuck... quit telling Conrad secrets."
"Getting antsy there, Cesare?"
"Do you want me to start moving you, Boss?"
"Y- yeah, Conrad. God, I need this"
Conrad pulled him up, his hands still resting nicely in the divot of his waist, slowly dragging him back down, doing that a few more times before speeding up.
Eventually the truck was incredibly noisy with the moaning, and whining of all three men, and the wet slaps of Conrad and Allen's hips against Cesare's own.
"G- good job boss~ just... one of you tell me... tell me when to finish.... please"
With Conrad's hug cock rubbing against his, and Cesare being moved by him to basically ride him, Allen was slowly approaching finish too.
Cesare was downright delirious, being used by both men, just a ragdoll with a tight ass. Something about being used against his will for a thousand years and finally getting to CHOOSE being used, and who by, was making his brain fuzzy, flooded with dopamine from both the concept and the friction, the way all of this felt.
He could feel Conrad pulsing, holding back as much as possible, and Allen's twitching against them both, having wrapped his arms around Cesare's hips, just under Conrad's hands.
"God, fuck, you guys can cum, dump as much as possible inside me" he said, beginning to get impatient with how well they were doing holding off on him.
Conrad's eyes lit up and he got much faster, rougher, thrusting up and slamming Cesare downwards, his hips rutting with a newfound fervour - he bit down on Cesare's shoulder, to muffle the strangled groan escaping from him as he rammed inside one last time, squirting thick loads into him, over and over. Allen had already began cumming when Conrad first started getting rougher, his next instinct to grab the plug from the other night before too much of their combined fluids escaped the undead man.
"Slide him off, Conrad, let's keep him nice and full. You can rest properly after."
With a satisfying pop, it was in, and the small bulge in his belly from being stretched out and then filled to the brim sloshed in a grotesque manner, as Conrad gently placed him on the employee kitchen chair in the corner, ignoring his own shaking legs.
Allen leant against the counter, admiring the two of them with dirty eyes.
"That was fun. Wouldn't you agree, boss?"
"I. Am not moving. For the next three day. Holy mother of God, im so... jesus, Conrad, youre a good time, but I got way too overzealous with how rough I let you get. Health and safety violation - this is a full Osha violation, I can say that confidently now. Allen im blaming you for making me fit the both of you at once. This is all your fault."
"Yes, yes, im terrible and horrible. Anyways, im going to clean up this place, you two rest, and we can go back to my apartment for some tea and sleep, yes?"
"Sounds good to me so long as Conrad carries me"
"No problem, boss, youre really light"
"Oh yeah, we know THAT much by now"
The three continued riffing and bantering as the truck was cleaned and clothes were returned to bodies, before leaving with dumb grins plastered over their faces, walking back towards Allen's place.
Where they might fuck again, who know with these freaks.