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I couldn't find my voice, so I swallowed hard. "I... I... just started, actually," I stammered. "Today is my first day."
"Wow... well, you look even hotter in here and I KNOW how big that fucker gets when it's released from that apron," Greg said, smirking.
I felt anger rise in my face and Greg saw it, the smile leaving his lips immediately.
"Hey - I'm sorry," he said. "I guess you need money or something?" Now, Greg was backpedaling and trying to be nice.
I squatted down in front of him - fully aware that my cock and balls were showing. He looked down at my cock - and kept his eyes there until I started speaking. "Yeah," I said. "I'm having some money issues and I found this place."
"Look - your secret is safe with me," Greg said.
"Good - because I can - AND I WILL - kick your ass if this gets out. My roommates don't know and I'm not going to tell them," I added.
"Do they know you're gay?" he asked.
"I'm not gay!" I said, a little too loudly and I looked around to see that a few guys were watching us. I don't think they could hear the conversation, but I noticed Jay coming over from one of his other tables, so I spoke quickly. "We both have a secret now and, if you tell ANYONE, I will out you to Marcy so fast you won't know what hit you. Got it?!?"
"Yeah, yeah... I got it. I said I would keep quiet already," Greg said, with a hint of fear and shame in his voice, but he couldn't help himself and looked back down at my dick.
"Everything ok?" Jay asked as he approached.
I stood and smiled, "Absolutely. I was just explaining to this gentleman that my shift is ending, but that you'd be here shortly... and here you are."
Jay stepped up to the table, "Hello sir."
I stepped away, but said, "Have a good evening, sir," and left the lounge.
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I was still seething when walked into the locker room, my breathing heavy - adrenaline pumping. I replayed the exchange over in my head and tried to calm my nerves. The thought of someone I knew coming into the club had never crossed my mind and I felt like an idiot for not considering that possibility. I felt better reminding myself that Greg had a lot more to lose than I did and if I told his wife, Marcy, she would no doubt take their kid, move out and drop-kick his ass.
As I went to my locker I heard the showers running in the background. I let that ambient noise clear my mind and I willed myself to relax, taking deeper breaths. A shower would help calm me before heading home, so I put the apron in my locker and grabbed shower gel, shampoo and a towel while kicking-off my shoes and putting on the flip flops. I'm glad Joe thought of flip flops... athlete's foot is a mother fucker.
Two other waiters were in the showers. I hadn't met them yet, but I saw them on the floor earlier. I guess they got off at 9 like I did. They were showering on the same side with an empty shower head between them. I stood at the entrance to the showers for a split second and chose the one in between them. 'Fuck it,' I thought. 'I've got to get to know these guys some time.'
Both guys were rinsing their hair, so they had their eyes closed. I scanned their bodies quickly while letting the water warm up. Both about my height, but neither as muscular as me. The guy to my left had a great, lean shape - like a swimmer... broad shoulders, little waist, a nice Adonis Belt that accentuated his thin, but defined, 8-pack abs. On my right, the guy was brawnier and rougher looking, more like a soccer player, with thick, well-defined legs and more dense muscularity. He looked like one of those muscular country boys and I would have bet $100 that his jacked-up truck was waiting for him in the parking lot. The water warmed quickly and I soaped my hair and started rinsing immediately.
"Well, hello there," the guy on my left said. My eyes were closed, but I figured he was talking to me, so I said 'hello' back to him.
"Just wanted some company in the shower, huh?" the guy on my right asked, laughing.
I wiped my eyes and looked at both of them. "I figured I'd have to get to know you some time, so knew this would be a fast way to make introductions." I stuck my hand out to country boy - "I'm Marc." 'Lance,' he replied with a twang. Then I turned to the other guy - "Hey, I'm Marc." 'Wesley,' he said, shaking my hand.
Both guys were checking me out and why not? I looked great naked! I smiled at that thought.
"So, you're new here?" Lance asked.
"Yeah - started today," I said, washing my body, soaping my shoulders and chest, then concentrating on my cock and balls.
"And how was it?" he asked, watching me wash.
"It was good," I said. I didn't really want to address the issue of Greg just yet.
Then we heard a voice from out in the locker room. "Marc - you in here?" It was Joe.
"In the shower, Joe," I yelled back.
"You almost done?" he asked.
"Yeah - be out in a minute." I rinsed, turned the water off and began drying. "Well guys, nice to meet you."
'Yeah, you too,' said Lance. 'See ya,' said Wesley.
I dried then threw my towel over my shoulder as I walked to my locker. My wet flip flops squeaked as I made my way over to Joe who was leaning against the lockers.
"Yep - own it," Joe said smiling, looking at my dick. I smiled back. "So, how was your first day?" he asked while I opened my locker.
"It was good," I said. "I think I made some great money." I dried a little more and began dressing.
"Good. Great," he said. "Look, what was that thing going on just before you left? At Table 1?" Joe asked.
"That guy is my neighbor," I said, "and - to be honest - I told him I'd kick his ass if he told anyone he saw me here. Joe, I didn't think I'd see someone I know."
Joe laughed. "It happens. Is he a married guy?" he asked.
"Yeah," I answered, the anger I felt quickly subsiding.
"So use that to your advantage," he said.
"Oh, I will... I threatened him with that, too," I added.
"Good for you. Ok - I need to get back out there, but I saw it on the monitor and wanted to make sure everything was ok. No one tried to get too fresh or anything, right?"
"No, Joe... no one touched me," I answered, smiling at him like he was my protective father.
"Good deal, good job. Ok - have a good night, Marc. Oh - next week's schedule is posted outside my office. I added you to tomorrow's schedule - I hope that's ok," Joe said.
"Yeah - I'm looking forward to it," I told him. "Thanks for being open to my schedule, by the way. Oh - a thought... you said you do shows here sometimes, right?"
"Yeah - every Saturday night, in fact. Why?"
"Well, Ricky - I think that's his name - said a few of the guys that work here wrestle at college. I also wrestle and thought it might be a fun idea to have a wrestling show or something."
Joe smiled at that thought. "Fuck me sideways," he said. "That's a great idea. I know the other guys who wrestle - I think you would make four... yeah, four guys who wrestle. I'll put a note out and we'll have a meeting about it, ok? I need to go."
"Ok, Joe. See ya," I said.
"Drive safe, kid," he said as he was leaving.
I dressed and stuffed the money from my apron in my pocket. Then I got my food from the kitchen and checked the schedule on my way out. I added the schedule to my phone calendar and noted that I'd be working late tomorrow night... 7pm to 2am.
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It was still early when I left Joe's - about 9:45 - and I was too keyed-up to just go home. As I was driving away I remembered Ryan said he was going to be there tonight, but I never saw him. His phone number was on the piece of paper with his address, so I decided to call him. He answered on the second ring...
"Hey, Marc," he said answering.
"Hey. I thought you were coming to Joe's tonight?"
"Yeah, I had a couple of things going on and didn't get away." I could hear what sounded like a party and talking in the background. "How did it go?" he asked.
"It was good," I answered. "Hey - it sounds like you're at a party. I'll let you go."
"No, just a few people at my house. You should come over and hang out," Ryan said.
I thought for a few seconds. "Yeah - I'll do that," I told him. "I'll be there in a few."
"Ok, see you."
"Bye," I said.
"Bye."
I pulled up to Ryan's house a little after 10, grabbed my food and headed up to the door. He was expecting me and opened the door before I got a chance to climb the steps.
"Dude, I can't wait to hear all about it," Ryan said, grabbing me into a side hug just outside his front door.
"I'll tell you about it, but not in front of other people, ok?" I was talking softly.
"Yeah - no problem," he said leading the way inside.
I walked in to see there were only a handful of people there - all guys - but the TV was on and a two of the guys were playing Xbox football.
"Guys, this is Marc," Ryan announced.
'Hey, Marc.' 'Welcome.' 'Grab a beer dude.' And other nice things were thrown my way. Ryan led the way into the kitchen and grabbed me a Sam Adams.
"This is the beer you like, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, thanks," I said, taking it from him.
Ryan started walking out back, away from the guys. He led the way to and sat down on the other side of the pool so that we were looking back into the house... watching the guys play Xbox and mill around.
"Ok, spill it," he said. "I want to hear all about it." He took a swig of his beer and so did I.
I gave him the basics... how my first apron was too short and how Joe exchanged it because he wanted to leave more to the imagination. He laughed at that and said he remembered how impressive my cock was, winking as he said it. I told him about how I figured-out the ordering system and how I started flirting... and how my dick took at least an hour to calm down, but stayed halfway hard the whole time I was in the club. Then, I told him about my neighbor... leading in with how I caught him watching me jack-off outside my bedroom window yesterday, but then, how he was the guy who had reserved my last table.
"Whoa," he said. "First off, he would have to pay something like $200 an hour to reserve the table that long."
"Yikes," I said.
"Yeah. So, you think he'll keep his mouth shut?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I do. He's obviously hiding this from his wife... probably from everyone. I was thinking I would keep a look-out around the neighborhood and talk to him when he's outside alone sometime. I just want to get a feel for him."
"Are you interested in him?" Ryan asked me.
"Dude, I'm not gay," I said.
"So? You don't have to be gay to... I don't know - let a guy suck you off or something!" Ryan exclaimed, obviously getting excited with this conversation.
I laughed. "Yeah, it's been too long since I fucked a chick, but a guy doesn't make a good substitute..." I paused for effect. "At least, not yet." He looked surprised and laughed. "I'm kidding," I said winking. I took a long drink of my beer. "So, your friends inside... gay? straight? other?"
Ryan motioned with his hands. "Evan and Kit are the two guys playing Xbox. Kit - the guy with the short hair - is with... Alan," he said pointing. "Alan's the guy sitting on the floor by the couch. Evan, the guy playing with Kit, is straight and is best friends with Nick - the guy by Alan, and he's also straight. Jorge is the guy in the kitchen... see him through the window?"
"Uh-huh," I answered.
"Ok - well, he's bi... swings both ways, and so is Ed, the first guy you met."
"And where do you fit in to all of this?" I asked.
"I told you I'm gay... totally gay, but - obviously - I'm not a little sissy-acting thing," he half-smiled, obviously a little nervous about the questions.
"Yeah - I never thought you were gay," I said. "Are you with someone?" I asked, genuinely interested.
"Not for over a year. I've dated a few here-and-there, but it's tough to find a mature guy and a guy who knows what he wants." Ryan shrugged. "So, I'll just keep waiting until the right guy comes along."
"What are you looking for in a guy?" I asked.
"You interested in the position?" Ryan asked me, a sly smirk on his face.
I shoved him by the shoulder toppling him sideways. "Yeah, sure. No, it's just that I've never had this kind of discussion with a gay guy before, so I'm trying to figure out how it works. That's all."
Ryan sat back up and shrugged. "It's tough to say. I mean, I'm looking for a genuine guy. Smart. Good-looking, obviously, but attraction is deeper than how someone looks."
Just then, Ed poked his head out of the back door. "You two either need to come inside and start being social or start making out so the rest of us can watch!" He laughed.
That forced us to get up. "Ok - back inside," Ryan said.
Once inside, I got another beer. The gay and bi guys were swarming around me, all of them wanting to touch my muscles and - once they found out I wrestled - they all wanted to talk about wrestling... the singlets, the holds, sweaty guys, jock straps, etc. I gave them a few demonstrations on holds and offensive moves and they seemed to enjoy it. It was funny to hear them go on and on about muscular sweaty jocks and it made me laugh. I overheard Kip and Alan talking about my hairless arms and legs, then about my ass, wondering if I shaved it and wondering if I shaved all over. I went to grab another beer, then decided to be forward with them.
"Hey, guys," I said.
"Hey."
"So..." I started, "yeah, I do shave my ass, including my ass hole and I shave all over except I have a bit of a bush." Kip's mouth dropped open and Alan started laughing.
"You heard us?" Alan asked.
"Uhhh - yeah," I said, quickly drinking my beer.
"Dude, sorry," Alan said.
"So, can we see it?" Kip asked. Alan punched him in the arm while I started laughing, almost choking on my beer. I was five beers in by this point and was feeling kinda' randy.
"Sure," I said before I could think. Kip reached out to undo my shorts, but I swatted his hand away. "You think I'm dropping trou right here?" I asked.
He shrugged and, without a word, I turned and walked toward the bathroom at the far end of the house, figuring they would follow me. The beer was flooding my senses and I wasn't thinking straight... but I'd just come from being ogled by a bunch of other guys at the club, so what's a couple more looking and admiring? At least, that was the rationale playing through my mind.
I went into the bathroom and immediately removed my shirt dropping it on the floor, then started unbuttoning my shorts. Without closing the door or turning around I pulled my shorts down and stepped out of them. Now, I was standing in my jockstrap, ass facing the door... not even sure if anyone was behind me until I heard the door close. So I decided to take off my jock strap... pulling the band down and leaning over - my ass fully bared... my warm nuts and cock hanging heavy between my legs.
I was just about to turn around when I felt hands on my ass... pushing my cheeks apart, so I spread my legs and thought of how good it felt to have a tongue on my ass... and then, I heard knees crack and someone knelt behind me and I felt warm breath on my ass. I felt his tongue dive in... licking the whole area and making contact with my asshole. I shivered, a tingle moving all the way up my spine into my scalp. I leaned my head back and moaned, not caring who could hear me at that point.
His tongue was driving me wild and my cock was hard immediately... springing up and throbbing against my abs as I leaned backward. He pushed my back forward with his hand and I felt his other hand reach through my legs and start fondling my balls... holding them, rolling them in his warm hand.
I rolled my head to the side and looked in the mirror - just to see what was going on - and saw Ryan on his knees behind me.
I jumped forward. "Oh, fuck," I said moving away from him and turning around.
"What's wrong? What?" Ryan asked getting up off his knees.
"I'm sorry, dude. I don't know what I was thinking or doing," I said. My breathing was very shallow now and my ears were buzzing from the alcohol and the increased blood flow. I was still very much turned-on, and looked down to see my cock pointing straight up, leaking precum.
Ryan got up and left the bathroom without saying a word, locking the door behind him as he left... but before the door closed, I saw Kip and Alan in the hall.
"Fuck!" I said to myself. "Mother fucker!"
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I put my clothes on and sat on the toilet seat for a while... my face buried in my hands. Thinking. Playing everything over in my head. I was doing a lot of 'self speak' - trying to convince myself that nothing happened, but I felt bad... guilty, ashamed and embarrassed. I didn't want to go back out there, but I didn't have any choice. Eventually I'd have to come out. I washed my hands and splashed water on my face, when I heard a light knock on the door.
"Marc, it's Ryan. Can I talk to you?"
I dried my hands and face and opened the door for him. He stepped inside, but left the door cracked open.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I... uh... I don't know, um..." He didn't seem to have any words.
"It's ok," I said. "I don't know what I was thinking. Kip and Alan wanted to see me naked and my first thought was 'Why the fuck not? Everyone saw me at the club,' but... I just wasn't thinking."
Ryan didn't seem to want to look at me.
"Hey," I said and he looked up. "No harm done, man. Ok? It's just a thing. We'll both just let it go, ok?"
"Yeah," Ryan answered, giving me a half smile.
"Ok - let's go back out there," I said.
He turned around and I followed him. The TV was on, but the game was paused and, when I looked out back, everyone was hanging around by the pool. A few looked inside and I felt so embarrassed. I know I was blushing.
"Does everyone know?" I asked Ryan.
"No. No one knows anything," he said looking at me. "Kip and Alan were waiting in the hall, but they didn't see anything and I didn't tell them anything. For all anyone knows, I went into the bathroom and saw you pissing or something."
I felt a huge relief flood over me and reached out to give Ryan a side hug. "Then it's all good," I said. "No big deal."
Ryan walked into the kitchen and got us both another beer, then we walked out back to join the rest of the group. The night was warm and I was buzzing, now nursing my 6th beer in about 3 hours. I was trying to push what had just happened out of my mind, but I wasn't being successful. The harder I tried to focus on anything BUT Ryan's tongue in my ass it was all I could think about... and even though I had my cock pushed down in my jock, I could tell I was plumped-up and tenting the front of my shorts without being fully hard. I noticed Kip and Alan looking at the bulge in my shorts - and felt paranoid that they'd say something to Ryan... but, then I figured - what would it matter if they did say something?
I had a good time shooting the shit with Nick and Ed. We seemed to have the most in common, although I thought I remembered Ryan saying Ed was bisexual. By 1:00 AM I had switched to water and by 2:00 I was ready to head home. I told everyone goodbye and gave handshakes and backslaps to a few and endured hugs from Kip and Alan.
Ryan walked me out and, once outside, apologized again.
"Ryan," I said, "don't worry about it. Truth be told, it felt great." I wanted to try to make him feel a little better. "I had a girlfriend that loved to do that and you've obviously had a lot of practice," I finished saying, winking at him.
It was dark, but it looked like Ryan started blushing. "Yeah... I love eating a hot guy's ass." I scrunched my face at that comment. "Too soon, huh?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah - sorry - well," he put out his hand and I shook it "be safe driving home and I'll see you Monday, ok?"
"Yeah, sounds good. I'm signed-up for the solo tryouts, so I'll see you in the afternoon," I said.
"Cool. You'll do great, Marc. Honestly, I think the solo is yours to lose."
"Thanks, Ryan," I said giving him a one-arm hug. "And thanks for inviting me over. Maybe we can hangout again sometime, ok?"
"Sounds good," he said, releasing the hug.
And with that, I got into my car and headed home.
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I woke late Saturday and rehearsed the solo before enjoying a hard work-out. I wanted to get as much oxygen and blood into my muscles before tonight, so I did some extra sets.
At Joe's that night I shared a bank of tables with Lance, the country boy from the showers, and had a great time getting to know him. I was surprised at how much more efficient the job seemed with two people helping cover the tables. Lance and I had a section right in the middle of the lounge, so we were constantly on display. I smiled thinking that this must be how the Hooter's girls feel... except they don't literally have their asses exposed for everyone to see.
With the exception of one guy who literally tried to put his finger into my asshole, the night was uneventful. And I didn't even have to take care of that situation. Tod, one of the enormous bouncers, saw the whole thing and threw the guy out... after he paid his bill, of course.
I washed my car Sunday and spent some time doing yard work with Bryce and Cam, two of my roommates. I didn't see Greg outside the whole weekend, but I knew I had time to catch-up with him. Even if I didn't, I'm sure I made the consequences clear to him. If he decided to run his mouth I would fuck him up and make him regret it!
Monday came fast and furious - with a huge thunderstorm blowing in overnight. I was in full swing with the classes for my Econ major, having three required core classes on Monday and Thursday, back to back to back. By the afternoon, I was ready for a little R&R and joined my housemates for a nice dinner of chicken with white wine cream sauce... Bryce's specialty.
I woke Tuesday to more rain. Even though I love the rain, it sometimes plays havoc with my throat and today seemed like one of those days. During my sophomore year in high school, my parents hired a new vocal coach for me... Mrs. Benetta Benet. A beautiful 300 pound black woman, she was all about me "getting some meat on my bones so I could sing opera," as she liked to say. I was blessed to be under her tutelage. One of the best things she gave me - besides a mastery of the rudiments of singing - was a concoction that could clear any drainage, congestion or throat ailment. It was a remedy I would need today for sure.
I mixed my special throat-soothing brew, put it in a thermos and headed to work-out, considering that I would shower at the gym before heading to the FirstWatch Cafe' before my first class. It was a bitch carrying my bookbag and workout clothes, but I had a large umbrella and made it just fine. Being Florida, the rain cleared by 11 and I walked to the School Of Music building and entered the Choral Rehearsal room for class. My solo try-out appointment was at 2:00 - just 30 minutes after class ended, so as soon as class ended I sipped a little more potion just to be sure the cobwebs wouldn't re-invade my vocal chords.
Seeing Ryan for the first time since Friday night was mildly awkward, at first, but he approached me after class and wished me luck on the try-outs. I aced the try-outs... never missing a note or inflection... my Italian diction and pronunciation flawless. I used an appropriate amount of emphasis and resonance in all the right places and felt very relaxed the whole time. Other students were allowed to attend the rehearsal, and I used their energy and reactions to fuel my performance and received applause when I finished. I never listen to the competition, so I planned to head straight to the library to get a head-start on an Econ paper. As I exited the room two other singers - Sarah and Del - followed me out afterward and caught up with me, gushing over my performance. I respected their reviews because Sarah had already earned the soprano solo and Del had earned the baritone solo. I felt blessed, I really did, and thanked them both for
the compliments.
I worked hard in the library and by 5:30 I felt like I was starving. Cussing myself for skipping lunch, I knew I'd have to make-up the calories with dinner. I called my roommates to get a feel for what they were doing, but Cam and Evan both had a late class (I forgot) and Bry was having dinner with his girlfriend. I decided I'd splurge with a little of the money I'd made. Saturday had been a great night, with me making almost $800 and I was really in the mood for steak, so I chose Longhorn right by USF. I hated eating by myself, but what could I do?
I entered Longhorn and told the hostess "table for one." She walked me to a booth and I ordered water and started looking at the menu. I was looking around the restaurant - trying to decide on which steak to order - when Ryan started walking past me.
"Hey, Ryan" I said.
"Hey." He stopped.
"You meeting someone?" I asked.
"No. Just came in for dinner." He was still acting sheepish with me and wanted to put an end to that shit, so I asked him if he wanted to join me.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't," I said. So he sat down across from me with a weird look on his face.
"So," he started...
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