I’d picked up a barista job during my sophomore year in university, and it was just as stressful as it looked. We were nearby the campus, and during peak hours I wanted nothing more than to throw the first rude customer’s drink in their fucking face. Funnily enough too, our staff was mostly queer people from my manager to all the associates. I’d seen all my male coworkers on Grindr, as they did me so we all knew each other’s positions. But, we kept it professional and as far as I knew, only joked about it during our shifts. Overall, it was a safe space for us in all of our queerness, and to this day I have never felt as comfortable at a job like I did with this one. Especially since our bathroom was everyone’s favorite spot.
My manager was a tan 5’9”ish mixed Asian/Latino man with curly hair and a fairly toned build. He had a gorgeous jawline, very pretty eyes, and plump, full lips. His arms were his main attraction as they were big, but I also found his voice to be so sexy. It was deep, masculine, and had a very alluring accent. Oh, he was also versatile. He was the one that hired me, and I quickly found out why all the other workers (who were attracted to men) were head over heels for him. He had a beautiful smile coupled with a bubbly and unserious personality. But, whenever it came down to it, he could put his foot down to be stern and commanding yet respectful. He always joked around with us, had nicknames for us, and loved to just chat away whenever he could. For example, he was only an inch taller than me, but always teased me by waving his hand over my head to emphasize the height difference. Each time though, he’s randomly pull me by my waist so that we were either chest-to-chest or my back to his chest. It was kind of hot whenever he did that.
I was desperate for money, so I often covered for people calling off. This meant that my hours looked like I was almost a full time employee. But, I got to spend more time with my gorgeous manager. He mainly trained me and caught me up on the workplace culture, and would often joke about our bathroom. I never questioned it until one day two of my coworkers who clocked out and seemingly left came out of the bathroom hurriedly about an hour later. I asked him about it, but he just told me the same thing everyone else did which was that “it’s everyone’s favorite space.” I kinda understood because it was very spacious and always kept clean, but still it was weird to me.
One slow evening, it was the manager and two lesbians that worked with me. I was just tidying up and half-flirting with him, but then realized I hadn’t seen the other two in a while. I assumed they were on break, and I decided to get ahead of our closing routine and went to clean the bathroom. As I unlocked the door, I finally understood why it was everyone’s favorite spot. One of my coworkers was fully spread out on top of the supply drawer we had while the other’s face was buried deep in her legs. They didn’t notice me, and I quickly shut the door. I ran over to my manager to explain what just happened, and he just burst into laughter. “Yeah, man. Everyone’s favorite spot.” he finally replied after wiping his tears.
“Y’all fuck in the bathroom?” I ask, completely shocked.
“No, we just stretch together.” he winks.
“You mean.. Even you fu- uh, stretched in there?”
“Maybe I have, maybe I haven’t.” he smiled, and went back to wiping down our work stations. The thought of him fucking me in the bathroom started dominating my thoughts. I almost got a boner but the other two came out of the bathroom, breaking my trance. I wanted to say something, but my manager saw me and just put a finger over his lips. Fine. I won’t berate my coworkers for fucking each other on the clock.
Afterwards, my manager would bring up what happened and it became our little inside joke. Also, I started to notice whenever it was slow that majority of the time my other two coworkers would be miraculously missing. Of course, I knew now what they were doing. Everything was fine, but every time it was just my manager and I, I found myself thinking about fucking him in the bathroom. Every time it was just the two of us while our coworkers fucked, I’d always ask to see if he’s ever fucked in the bathroom. He always dodged my questions, and I got too shy to press on.
One night, when two of our coworkers were “stretching” together, I gathered the courage to ask him again. While he was wiping the counters down, I asked, “So, you like the bathroom too, huh?” He looked up at me and did one of his quirky thinking faces before answering me.
“Yeah, it’s got a lotta space and is always clean.”
“Yeah..” I trailed off. I started losing confidence, but his gaze on me made me horny and encouraged again. “Makes for a good place to stretch, huh?”
“Yeah, man. We love stretching in there; keeps our body limber.” he replied, and I could sense a bit of annoyance. As he went back to wiping down the counters, I just stared at him. His arms looked so sexy in his t-shirt that barely fit him, and his side profile was fucking gorgeous. After what seemed like an eternity, my lust gave me courage and I just blurted out,
“Oh, so you have stretched in the bathroom before.” I gulped dryly after saying that. He stopped what he was doing, threw the handtowel aside, and walked up to me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me in chest-to-chest with him, and looked me in my eyes. His soft gaze was now a hardened glare, and in a low and commanding tone he asked,
“Why do you wanna know so bad if I’ve fucked in there or not?” I felt weak in the knees, and I was a mix of scared and horny but ultimately anxious that he’d kick my ass.
“Uh- I just- You- Um-” I stuttered, avoiding his eyes. He grabbed my chin with his other hand and guided me back into his gaze.
“Did you want to fuck me, (name)?” My eyes widened and my mouth was dry. I couldn’t find the strength to respond, yet I felt my face heating up. I looked away again, embarrassed, ashamed, nervous. He let go of me and I just stood there, head hung low and completely humiliated. Almost immediately, I felt two hands grab either sides of my face squishing my cheeks together.
“Aww is little ‘ol (nickname) into me? Is he? Is he?” my manager teased. His demeanor completely changed and I found myself doubly embarrassed. Now, I felt myself annoyed and frustrated at him. I pushed him away, but he embraced me in a bear hug while ruffling my hair.
“Aww it’s okay sweet baby don’t be embarrassed!” he cooed, and I tried to break from his embrace. He finally let me go but held my shoulders so we were facing each other again.
“Hey,” he said in a warmer tone, “I’m sorry if that embarrassed you, but it got kind of annoying being asked half-assed by another bottom about fucking in the bathroom.” I just nodded. He pat my shoulder and turned around to continue working. I just stared at him, realizing how annoying it is being sexualized at work every day. Before I could muster up the courage to apologize, a swarm of customers came in. Our coworkers had just exited the bathroom together and my manager smiled at the crowd and welcomed them in warmly before we all got our asses kicked.
After a random and insane rush of people, we were thankfully closed and swiftly closed up shop. My
coworkers clocked out and left, arm in arm. I was about to leave, but remembered my conversation with my manager. I found him sitting in the office, and he greeted me as if nothing happened. I cleared my throat and told him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize you were constantly getting hit on by everyone. It probably gets old really quick, so I’ll stop.” He smiled and stood up, walking over to ruffle my hair again.
“Hey man, no worries. Can’t help looking this good and can’t help hiring a ton of hungry holes.” he joked, “But, you’re the only one who apologized. So, I appreciate it man.” We locked eyes for a little bit, but then he broke it off and asked if I’d needed anything else before sitting back down. I told him I was fine and that I’d see him next time before clocking out and going back to my dorm.
The next time I worked with him a week later it was a fairly busy shift, but thankfully everyone was present and not fucking. I actually messaged a guy the night prior and we’d agree to fuck in my work’s bathroom. But it was so busy that when he came up to me and ordered a water no ice (our cue to meet in the bathroom) I had to tell him I couldn’t do it. He left, annoyed, and I just powered through the rest of the rush. Things finally died down, and it was down to the last two hours of opening. My other two coworkers were tidying up, and I was cleaning areas behind the counter. We were all chatting, and when my manager came out from the office I just smiled at him. The other two immediately started half-joking about meeting him in the bathroom, and he would joke back asking them “What would three bottoms do in there?” I kept forgetting he was versatile. They kept prodding him, and I noticed myself getting annoyed for him. It really was relentless, and I just kept quiet while checking for what we needed restocked. Finally, one asked me, “Hey (name), what if we all hopped in together? Then (manager) wouldn’t even have to lift a finger, eh?” I looked between them and my manager before telling them,
“Yeah I dunno, I think you should leave him alone.” There was silence. Then, I felt my manager’s arm around me before he pinched my cheek with his other hand and laughed.
“Heyy buddy don’t worry,” he whispered to me, “I’m alright.” The other two stopped bugging him the rest of the night, but there was slight tension between them and I. They both even left around an hour early because it was so slow, but I felt a bit annoyed and guilty thinking it was my fault. I apologized to my manager again, telling him that I felt annoyed in his place and just wanted them to stop for his sake. He reassured me it wasn’t my fault and that those two were notorious for clocking out early, and thanked me again for standing up for him. I smiled, and then frowned again remembering that I’d been a bottom-bottom: didn’t eat all day, douched, and kept myself clean for my hookup that didn’t happen. My manager laughed and asked if I was alright again. I thought about not telling him, but figured it was fine because everyone fucked in the bathroom anyways.
“I was supposed to get some dick earlier in the bathroom, but it was so busy!” I groaned.
“Aww really? Which guy was it?” he asked, typing away at the computer.
“He ordered a water with no ice.”
“Ohh, that guy? He looked alright! You shoulda just gotten it from him.”
“And leave y’all? How fucked would that be?”
“I guess you’ll never know, huh?” he said, and I laughed.
“Yeah.. Cleaned out my guts for nothing.” The typing stopped, and he stood up.
“For nothing?” he began, turning to me, “You didn’t get a back up or nothing?”
“Back up dick? You think I’m a slut with a roster?”
“No,” he chuckled, “I just figure someone as adorable as you had guys lining up for a piece of that ass.” I was caught off guard, but assumed he was joking and laughed it off.
“Yeah, well, you know how Grindr is. A top’s market.”
“Mmhm! Don’t I know it.”
“Okay Mr. Best Of Both Worlds, rub it in my face would you?”
“Oh yeah? You want it on your face and not that bussy?” I choked on my water.
“I’ve never heard you say that before. Wow.” I replied, wiping the water from my shirt. He laughed, and standing up he turned to me, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed.
“You really don’t know what I’m getting at do you (nickname)?” I just stared blankly at him.
“That I’m a cock hungry cum slut bottom..?” I answered.
“Oh, are you now?” he bit his lip. I felt myself get red ever so slightly.
“Um.. What are you getting at?”
“I think I just..” he began, and then stretched his arms above his head, “need someone to stretch with. My body is so stiff.” he winked. Oh, fuck.
“M-me?” I stammered. He chuckled, took my hand, and guided me to the bathroom.