SIDESTORY - Boys in the Box (Patreon)

 Hey, that setup looks familiar! It's a new month, which means it's time for some new stuff to get made. Requests are now open on the discord, and on today's fic, two boys have a conversation in the butt-booth. 

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“Hey, Chef!” Boss called from her office. “You’ve got the quick service booth in five. You about ready?”

“Sure. Thanks, Boss.” Chef finished setting out some diced garlic on the pizza and slid it into the oven. He tapped Milkbar on the shoulder as he left the kitchen. “I’ve got to go do booth duty. I put a slight glaze over table four’s garlic before I put it on the pizza. Can you ask if they liked it?”

Milk nodded. She was more than used to Chef experimenting with the recipes. “Er, yea. No problem.”

“Thanks, Milk.” Chef gave her a tiny smile before he went off to the detachable wall by the far side of the building with the built-in gloryholes. He went to the other side and removed his pants, sliding his designated card into the slot ahead of him. It came with a photo on the other side, showing a straight-faced Chef to anyone approaching his hole. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as Pineapple came to join him.

“Hey, Chef! How’s your day?” Pineapple asked with his usual cheer.

“Good,” he answered plainly, bracing himself before Pine caught him in his inevitable hug. Once he got that out of his system Pine stripped down to match the bottomless Chef. It was late in the day but not quite dinner, which meant few people were coming by for the full Pizza Thot treatment. They might swing by for a slice and a quickie, so that was where the “quick service” stations came in. It was a few bucks for a few minutes through the hole while the staff member had their hands free to keep busy as they wished. It was a popular piece on its own, but the crew was using it more and more since Boss figured out she could run their numbers while still making a little extra cash.

Chef was already toying with his phone as he slid his hardening dick through the hole in the wall. Pineapple climbed into the table in front of his hole, shimmying his rear through the opening to offer his pump butt for any waiting customers. His smooth and soft balls dangled between his thighs and his massive shaft hung even lower alongside Chef’s erection.

It wasn’t long before Pineapple gasped, telling Chef that he had his first customer. A tall man squeezed the feminine redhead’s ass, kneading the soft cheeks before he slid his cock between them. Pineapple pumped his hips back against him, hotdogging the man between his ass cheeks as the soft flesh rubbed his rod up and down.

“So you were trying the garlic thing or something?” Pineapple struck up conversationally. Their voices were muffled through the wall, so the employees basically had free reign to do as they pleased while they were in the booth.

“Oh. Right,” Chef said, looking up from his cellphone. “I put a really light barbecue flavor on it. It should be subtle but still spice it up a little.” Chef’s phone beeped and he quickly looked back to it. He smirked and typed something into it.

Pineapple squeaked as the man thrust hard against him, rubbing his shaft against the hung Thot’s asshole. It made Pine’s head spin with excitement, but he kept staring at Chef. The curvier Thot had gotten to know Chef a little better since their day out with Chad. He was a little more talkative, but he was still calm and quiet compared to the rest of the staff. He wasn’t the type to check his phone a lot, and he definitely didn’t smile at random.

“What are you lookin’ at?” Pineapple asked, trying to innocently lean over and peek over Chef’s phone. He used the new angle of his hips to start bobbing his ass from side to side. It made his cheeks pump and clap against his customer’s cock, quickly milking a few hot shots of cum across his ass cheeks.

“Nothing really. Just texting. Mmf!” Chef felt a customer’s mouth wrap around his cock, tugging him a little closer to the wall between them. Chef leaned an arm against it as he used his free hand to reply to another text. Pine barely noted the soft cluttering sound of his payment in his tip jar. He was too focused on Chef’s phone. He couldn’t read the text that clearly, but he saw a pair of emojis pop up. There was a clown face and a jar of honey.

“Oh! You text?” Pineapple asked brightly. “That’s so neat. I text too.”

Chef gave him a sideways glance. “Yea… I think everyone texts.”

“You don’t text me.”

“I text you.”

“Only when you’re late for work or something,” Pine pointed out. He wasn’t the jealous type, but he could get nosey. He was a big softy, and that included knowing what was going on in his friends’ lives. “So who’s that?”

“Some… oof…” Chef paused to lean harder against the wall as the customer started slurping audibly. Their spittle ran down his shaft and balls as he heard a dull thump around his feet. The customer had clearly started masturbating to go with their random blowjob. Chef shook as he let out a stream of cum down the clenching mouth, their moans indicating that they orgasmed on their side as well.

Chef shook his head and caught his breath. “Someone I ran into at the beach. She seems nice.”

“Oh, SHE does, does she?” Pineapple pried. His feet bobbed up and down giddily on the opposite side of the wall. “What’s so nice about her? Do I know her? What do you guys talk about?”

Chef ignored his questions when a knock came from the other side of his spot. He slid open the small slot that was installed higher on the wall, just enough for an eye to peer through.

“Welcome to Pizza Thot quick service. Can I have your order?” Chef asked patiently.

“Could I get some anal,” asked a slim, smiling guy in glasses.

“Will you be giving or receiving?”

“Giving.”

“Just a moment.” Chef stepped back and closed the slot, opening a fresh bottle of lube off the nearby counter. He started to slide it between his cheeks and over his asshole as he spoke. “You don’t know her,” he told Pine. “At least I don’t think so. I’ve never seen her at The Thot. I bumped into her a few times and she seemed nice. She needed selfies with people for some contest at the beach so I helped her with one. I gave her my number so she could send it to me and then we just… started talking.”

Chef finished turning around and laid his lower body out through the hole, matching Pine’s position. Pine smiled with excitement. Now he was really curious, even as he felt someone squeeze and spread his cheeks. He giggled and curled up his legs again, this time to cup his customer’s balls with his toes. His body bucked a little as the customer rammed their way into his ass, but Pine just shook his ass and smiled.

“So is it juuuust texting?” Pine cooed curiously.

“Yes,” Chef replied like he didn’t catch the implication. He sucked in a sharp breath as the slim but hard shaft went into his ass. He started to pump his hips, riding with a slow but steady rhythm on the stranger’s deeply buried erection. “She’s fun to talk to. She has a sense of humor,” he went on muttering as he took the shaft up his lubed ass. He saw Pine’s body sliding back and forth from his own anal customer, the more plump and cushioned Thot seeming to enjoy it more. It was that or he was just really into the gossip about Chef.

“So you’ve met, right? Since the beach?” Pine pressed as he squeezed his table, adding a little more push to the thrusts of his hips. The two Thots were starting to bob in a similar rhythm to each other, and even being plowed in the ass didn’t keep Pine from staring expectantly at his coworker.

“We’ve met twice. But just by coincidence. I’m always working, streaming, cooking… I’m just busy with a lot of things. I don’t have much time to hang out.”

“What? No!” Pine insisted. The humping started to slow down, rubbing around inside Pine’s ass more gently. “Oh, not you, dear!” Pine called over his shoulder. “Just talking to my friend! You can keep going.” That was enough for the man to give the Pine a firm squeeze of redhead’s hanging dick, giving it a few strokes as he pushed back in. The stranger was hilted inside the girlish Thot’s booty until their balls slapped together. It triggered the customer into flooding Pine’s juicy ass with cum. Pine moaned and arched his back, panting hotly as the jizz dripped from his butt and down his balls until it dribbled off the tip of his erection.

Chef winced as a few rapid slaps of his customer’s palm reddened his pale rear, making his already tight ass clench around the stranger’s shaft. It was just a few more rough thrusts until Chef felt the shot of liquid heat enter his bowels. He let out a low grunt as he clenched around the customer who slowly pulled back out, spurting a few more drops against his legs and ass.

When the two of them were able to relax and unclench, Pineapple looked back to Chef. “I mean, come on. You said she’s nice. You said she’s fun to talk to. Why not go meet up with her sometime? Take a lunch break together or something small like that. I bet you’ll have fun and she’d appreciate it. Ooh! You can always invite her to come visit Pizza Thot!”

Chef glanced behind him. He blinked quietly at the wall where his naked ass and dick were hanging out the opposite side, dripping with cum.

“Maybe someplace a little nicer,” Chef muttered as he checked his phone again.

“There! See? You deserve a break for all the work you do around here. You can’t work all day, you know?” Pineapple was happy to give Chef a little boost in the right direction. Despite their assorted sexiness, nobody at The Thot was actually dating anyone. It would be nice if Chef would find someone to be with, but it had also been ages since Pine had something so juicy to gossip about.

Chef shrugged. He didn’t see any problem with meeting up with a friend for lunch. “Maybe… but on a day when I don’t have booth duty. I’d like to be able to actually sit down when I eat.” 

Pine giggled at his dryly delivered joke. Chef started working on another text when there was a knock on the wall.

“Hey, cutie! Welcome to Pizza Thot’s quick service,” Pineapple chimed as he opened the miniature window. “How can we help you?”

“Can we get a double order of oral?”

“Ooh! Good choice! Giving or receiving?”

“Receiving, I guess? Whichever gets our dicks in a mouth, please.”

“You got it!”

Pineapple removed himself from the wall, shifting to his knees while Chef did the same. The pair of thick and dark-colored dicks pushed through the wall, already hard and ready for their service. The Thots wasted no time. Pine opened his mouth wide and swallowed his cock in one gulp. He pushed his nose up against the wall to fit himself as close as possible to the base of the shaft, puckering his lips to seal together at the newcomer’s balls.

Chef approached more calmly, cupping the stranger’s sack as he sucked on the head. He removed his mouth long enough to trace his tongue around the tip before pushing it in deeper, stroking whatever he couldn’t fit inside. The moaning boys bobbed their heads over the shafts, trailing drool in their wake. Pineapple started to stroke himself, hardening along with his customer as he committed his mouth to sucking on as much as he could fit in his mouth and throat. 

Chef had both of his hands busy enough, even if he was starting to get hard again after his initial blowjob. His softer moans vibrated the shaft in his mouth while Pine’s noisier, pleading whines escaped through his nose, puffing hot air over the appetizing shaft. He breathed deep to refresh his air, drinking in the musky smell of the stranger’s hard cock and sweaty balls. Pine finally pulled his head back from the deepthroating approach, slurping noisily as he backed away. The tip left his mouth with a wet popping sound, spurting a small geyser of cum onto Pine’s hair and face. He giggled and stick out his tongue to catch some playfully as he kept jerking himself into his own orgasm.

The mixture of fluids splashed onto Pine’s lap as Chef felt his customer’s balls tighten up between his fingers. He doubled down on his stroking and kissed his way up the side of his cock, finally settling his mouth back around the head. His tight and wet mouth drained the shaft between his lips, flooding his mouth with the thick and creamy reward. He gurgled softly as he drooled some over his chest and hands, giving the customer a few final strokes before sliding back away from the hole. The softening and spit-soaked dicks withdrew back into the wall. The crinkling of money being stuffed into their jars followed shortly after.

“That sounded like a big one,” Chef said as he wiped his mouth on his arm. “I should probably go empty our jars before we start spilling over.”

“Oh sure! Take your time!” Pineapple chirped. “And make sure you tell your friend I said hi!”

“Honey,” Chef corrected as he picked up his phone. “I call her ‘Honey.”

“Awww.”

“No, I mean that’s her name. Everyone calls her ‘Honey.” 

“Oh. Well that’s a pretty name,” Pineapple said cheerily.

Chef shrugged. “I guess it is kind of cute.”