Zeke started to pull down the zipper on his uniform, and said, "Juan, you're the only one (pronouncing it "wan") for me!"
The busboy was wearing only his briefs, and those soon were hanging on hook next to his clothes, he put his hand on Zeke's shoulder.
"Jefe, keep the suit on. It's baggy enough for us both. He stepped inside pressing his flesh against Zeke's. Two legs in each pant leg, and two arms in each arm of the suit. Jeff thought he was going to scream. He was sure he'd rip, especially when Juan zipped him shut part way. Zeke and Juan were soon sweating bullets and Jeff was coming to terms with the heat, sweat and stench of two men inside him. He kept waiting for a seam to rip, but they held. Both men shot two loads. Zeke's went up Juan's bunghole, but Juan's soaked Jeff. When they unzipped, Zeke frowned.
"Boy, how am I going to explain this?"
Juan shrugged. Zeke said, "Next time wear a condom, but this time I'm going to complain about your men's room faucet spraying me. Make sure it does in case any of the guys decide to check."
Zeke walked over to the janitor's sink and covered his crotch and chest in water washing away some of Juan's cum and stench. Jeff wished he would wash the whole uniform.
Juan was dressed and holding a wrench. He kissed Zeke and disappeared into the restaurant.
"What d'ya do, Zeke, fall in?" the boss asked.
The faucet in the men's room drenched me.
"Funny, I didn't have a problem when I was in there. Didn't see you," said one of the other guys.
"I was trying to get dried off," Zeke lied, "went out back for a minute."
"Well, I'll be careful," said his boss as he headed back to the washroom.
He arrived, Juan was working on one of the faucets.
"Iz always coming loose, use the other one," Juan said to the boss, "Un-less you wanna get wets."
The boss chuckled, and stepped up to the urinal.
"Well, he's dry."
"Yeah, but they got the busboy trying to fix one of the faucets."
"Guess, you picked the wrong sink, Zeke."
"That I did. Can we get back outside, I think I'll dry faster in the open air."
"Heh, heh. Well, just stay down wind of me, after those bean burritos you'll be farting up a storm."
They paid their tab and left.