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He knew
It was a Tuesday afternoon at the diner when it started. I had just turned 17, and was fully convinced of my own homosexuality. This was the late 80's, and there was no internet to explore, no chat apps to hook-up. Just a very horny guy with a bottle of hand lotion, and a couple Sears underwear pictures.
I was a pretty normal guy, I guess. Shorter than most, but pretty athletic. My hair, brown and to my shoulders, was haphazard, and usually had a curl to it. I didn't have a car yet, so my bike kept me in shape.
My mom had set me up with this job at the diner. It was a small place, only about 14 tables; usually just some regulars, older folks, and the occasional tourist. My boss, Jason, was always there, open to close, his head usually eyebrow deep in bills and paperwork. He was also the morning cook, so He and I were often there alone an hour or more before we opened. Sometimes I think he just slept there. There were days that he had the same clothes on from the day before.
His wife had left him a long time ago, with a mound of debt, this diner, and no waitress. That's where I came in. In the mornings, he needed someone who could help. At night, Sarah and Mark would come in, and Jason would go back to the books, and I would make myself a meal and chat them up a bit. It was a nice little group, we all got along.
On that Tuesday, Though, things changed. Sarah and Mark came in like usual, and Jason disappeared in the back office. I fired up a grilled cheese, and dumped in some fries to the fryer. Way too many, in fact; maybe Jason wanted some?
I headed down the small hallway past the bathrooms, and without knocking, I opened the door to his office.
"Hey, Jason, I as wondering if you wante-" I stopped, when I saw him. His eyes clamped shut, and his pants at his knees, Jason's hand was furiously stroking his cock. It was large, bigger than my 6". His eyes snapped open when he heard me, but I was quick enough to pull the door back closed. Through the now closed door, I called to him.
"I made too many french fries, there's extra out here if you want them..." and then walked back to the kitchen.
I took my share and the grilled cheese, and sat at a table. It was a big dick. Really, the first one i've seen up close, besides my own - or in the locker room. But you know, that never really counts. And he was left handed, something I could never get the hang of myself. I wondered if he did that a lot? I mean, he's always here, and I know I jerk off almost twice a day sometimes.
I thought about Jason. He wasn't that old; maybe 35? He had tight cropped blonde hair, and a really tight physique. I don't think he ever ate the food here; he was always eating salads and this `hummus' stuff. I mean, sure, we all grabbed a french fry here and there, but he was pretty healthy. I know that when he does get to work after me, it's usually a job from his house a couple miles away. That is, of course, when he leaves this place.
Jason appeared from the kitchen, not a word spoken about what he was doing. He passed by my table, a small plate of fries in hand. "Thanks for the fries, see you tomorrow."
That was it. Ok. I guess.
That night, all I could think about was his dick. My hand squeezed out some lotion, and I went to work. My mind flashed to Jason's torso. It was only a few seconds, but I could picture it exactly. His stomach was flat, even a few abs showing through. I think he must trim, because he was very short in the pubes, or maybe it was just that his cock was that big. It had to easily have an inch or more on me, and I couldn't stop pictuing the hand motion he was making. He grasped the shaft like a water bottle, and pulled up at an angle, his skin pulling a bit with it. I closed my own eyes to picture it, and my hardon was straining for release. The lube on my hand was starting to dry on my skin, and I was getting close. I felt my back begein to arch, and with a gasp, my whole body shuddered.
My own stomach was coated with the white sticky fluid, and I exhaled. Damn that felt good. I grabbed a sock from the floor and wiped off, rolling over into my pillow. I wanted to see more.
Wednesday morning, the diner was dark. I was the first to arrive, and Jason hadn't slept there, so it seemed. We didn't have an alarm system on the place, so I unlocked the doors and started up the fans. The front of the house was easy, you just flick some lights. The back, however had to fire the fryers and the grill and such. Normally, Jason would do that, but it was already 6:15 and he wasn't here yet. Not completely unusual, but still.
I headed back to the office to grab the dumpster key, and heard a dull sound. Snoring. He was here! I stopped moving, then crept to the door. I slowly opened the door, and peeked in.
He was sleeping. His clothes, neatly folded on his chair, included socks and underwear. On the floor, a sleeping bag was unrolled, and Jason was on top of it. Naked. I caught my breath. He was face down, his arms folded in front oh him. He was stretched out, and I could see the curves of his back, his broad shoulders slimmed down to his waist.
His ass was amazing. In this view, they were perfect. Tight and high, with a dimple on the side. His left leg was arched just enough, that I could see a small bit of what was underneath. His balls hung low, it seemed, and they rested carefully between him.
My mind was racing, and my own dick was wide awake. I had to adjust a bit, and that only made it worse. Unconciously, my hand began to stoke my cock through my uniform. I could feel my dick pushing it's way up to the left, my own underwear guiding it's path. I was so hard, and he looked so good. My hips began to push against my hands, and my breathe got shallow.
Then he stirred. A cough, then a turn, and he was awake. He looked at me, and my hand shot away from my dick. "Uh, Jason, it's like 6:30.. you wanna help me open?"
He quickly pulled the other half of the sleeping bag over him, covering his lower half. "Yea, Jesse, I'll be out in a minute... Wanna, uh, close the door?"
"Oh, yeah, of course." I closed the door and went back to the kitchen. I didn't have the dumpster key, but I'll let him do the oil and grease traps.
The day shift was completed before I knew it, and when Mark and Sarah opened the door, I couldn't believe it. 8 hours went fast!
Jason plated his last sandwich and I took it out to a table. When I returned, he clicked his head toward the office. Oh, time to talk Sarah grabbed my apron, forgetting hers again, and I headed to the office with Jason.
He closed the door behind us, and locked it. I sat at the far chair, and he rustled some papers before settling down. He didn't look at me, instead grabbed a cigarette from some hidden stack. He lit it, took a drag, then crushed it into the ashtray. "Look, uh, Jesse..." he started.
I interjected. "Hey, Jason, I'm sorry I walked in on you... "
He put his hand up. I stopped. "No need. I've, well, I've been staying here because my ex wife got an injunction on the house. I can't go back in there until the legal shit is done. As for the other day.. That was just.. you know.. guys need to."
I nodded. "Yeah, like at least twice a day sometimes." I laughed. He looked over at me.
"You're what, 17? Don't you got some chick yet to help you with that? Nothing like a good blowjob..."
I blushed. I've never really talked about anything with anyone about sex before, and he was so casual about it.
"Nah," I continued, "I uh, ain't got anyone to do anything with."
His face straightened and he leaned back in his chair. He was examining me.
"Jesse... how long were you at the door this morning, when I was asleep?"
I blushed. Hard. I didn't know what to say.
"Jesse. Do you, like girls?"
I nodded. "Sure, girls are ok, I guess."
He put his hands to his knees, nodding. "But, you like boys better, huh?"
I didn't know what to say. I had never talked about it before.
My silence was enough. He stood up, and reached out to me. His hand extended to my face, and he lightly stroked the side. I didn't resist.
"It's ok. You know, before I as married to that bitch who is stealing my house," he fumed, "I had a buddy in college. He was like you... not really into girls. He used to help me study."
I looked up at him. He was standing in front of my, his hand still on my head, lightly stroking my hair,. I could feel the heat from his skin, both from his hands, as well as from his body. From this angle, his torso was at my eye level.
"You think, Jesse, that there's maybe a part of you that wants to help me like he used to?"
I looked up at him, and it clicked. `Study'. His other hand moved to his groin, and he gave it a squeeze. I swallowed hard. His. Bulge, once just a bump, had now become a clear rod-like line in his khackis.
"Why don't you give it a feel, buddy?" He said. His hands moved to his hips, and he stood before me, his junk at my face.
I went on autopilot. I certainly wasn't used to this, but it seemed my body knows what it wants. I reached for the bulge, and felt it pulse under my hand. I didn't say anything, I just started to rub on his package. He unfastened the top button, and my hands went to the zipper. I felt the pressure of his cock straining as the zipper let more and more free.
And there it was. Right in front of me, a beautiful 7" uncut hard penis. My nose was filled immediately with a mix of man scent, sweat, and hard cock. I was ready for this. I took it in both hands, pulling back the skin and stroking lightly. He exhaled loudly, and his head leaned back.
"That's it. Stroke it, baby..." he whispered.
I started to stroke his skin back and forth. It glided of the head as i pulled back and forth. Soon, his hardon was glistening, his own precum rolling between his skin and my hands. It was a lot, and I felt that I needed to taste it.
My own cock was straining, and i pushed him back a bit. He looked down at me, watching as I worked my own cock out of my pants. I pulled them down to my hips, then dropped to my knees. With my own hard-on free, and on my knees, I was face-to-face with his cock. He had taken it in his hand, stroking lightly, his dripping precum continuing to lube him up.
"I've never..." I said.
"I know, Jesse. Just.. taste it."
I leaned forward, my tongue extended. I tasted the salty tip of his erection, and felt his hand slide slowly behind my hair. It felt good to have him there, and I didn't resist when he began to pull my mouth onto his cock. His hips started to shift, and I felt him push in further to my mouth. I opened wider, and my own saliva helped to guide him in deeper.
He began to moan softly as he pushed in and out of me, each time trying to push a little further. I started to gag, as he hit the back of my throat, but he didn't slow down. His thrusts were building, and I put my hands on his hips, hoping to pull back a bit. It was too big, and I couldn't stop gagging.
"Just a little bit longer Jesse... please.. I'm getting close.."
I started to panic a little as I gagged. He was holding my head too tight, and I couldn't break free. He pulled back, giving me a breath, but as soon as I could inhale, he was back in me. I started to get the rhythm, but I had still teared up. My eyes, wet with tears, and my mouth full of saliva, I wiped my mouth and reached for my own cock. The spit was all I needed, and I began stroking, still gagging from his stroking. I felt myself getting close, as he began to moan again.
"I need you to try to take it, buddy, you ready? You want this cum?" He urged. At that moment, I really wanted it. I jerked my own cock furiously as he put both hands on my head, and pulled back. He slid forward, his cock now pumping hard on my throat. I heard him start to moan and twitch as the first splashes of his cum hit my throat. His first shot I swallowed with out knowing it, but he pulled back for the rest. 5, 6, 7, squirts shot out of him as he held my head in place. My own cock, now dry from the rubbing, started to shoot on it's own. It sprayed a shot out to the floor, then his pants, then his shoes.
He panted and twitched; his cum had subsided, but my mouth was full.
"Go on, boy, swallow it. It's what you wanted." He said.
I had no choice. There was too much. Like a meal, i swirled it on my tongue and let it slide down my throat.
He let go of my head, and I pulled up my pants. He turned his back to me to get composed, and we both stood up.
"It's probably best we don't mention this," Jason said, to no one in particular. "I mean, it's no one's business anyway."
I nodded. I licked my hand, getting the last little bit of my own cum off, and swallowed it. He cupped his hand and tapped me on the shoulder.
"Can we do it again...maybe sometime?" I asked, quietly.
Jason chuckled. "Yeah, dude, sure. We do have a lot more mornings to open this joint."
Jason and I started fooling around 2-3 times a week for the next month, until he taught me how to take his cock in other ways. I went away to college later that year, and Jason re-married. We never talked about it after I moved, and when I came back home, the diner had closed. I moved to Boston shortly after that, where I met my current partner. I'm more the top now, and we takes turn with the swallowing.
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