The Busboy

Of course, they'd want coffee and cake. It was only midnight. There I was, the only waiter not to have gone home yet waiting for my last table to leave. The G.M. was in the office, doing whatever it is he does. The closing busboy was cleaning some of the tables the other waiters were too lazy to clean off for themselves, and I was, as always, distracted by his looks. His name was Alfonso, and to say he was hot would be an immense understatement. He was about five feet eleven inches tall, dark skinned and very muscular with just a dusting of hair on his chest and arms.

This I knew from seeing him get into uniform in the employee men's room.) His hair was smooth and black. His eyes as green as emeralds. His ass, to get to the point, was as beautiful as it was possible for it to be. I suddenly realized the gentleman at the table was calling me over. Finally, he wanted the check. I gave a silent thanks to the gods and gave it to him. Alfonso went into the deserted kitchen to deposit his bucket full of dirty dishes and cutlery, while I began to clear off the table that had paid and gone.

The restaurant was soon as clean as it would be that night, and Alfonso headed for the Employee men's room to change. I retrieved my bag from my locker and followed. Alfonso had already put on his jeans and was starting to button the white shirt that smelled of Kouros. His lovely, muscular chest was beautifully contrasted. I removed my shirt, and for only an instant felt as if he was watching me as I did it. I looked over only to find him busily finishing his buttoning.

My body, though certainly not as well developed as Alfonso's, is none the less quite nice to look at, and when I removed my trousers I felt certain he was watching my every movement. I turned once more to see what he was doing, and found him sitting on the bench with his right foot on the bench, his fingers entwined in the seeker laces, staring directly at me. I felt odd. Not embarrassed, but strangely nervous. Had I not had this very dream several times?

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He stood, never taking his eyes off me, and walked over. I reached for my jeans. "No, don't," he said as he reached for my hand. Taking hold of it, he moved it behind my back as he came up against me, my naked chest against his covered chest. He put his arms around me, and kissed me ever so gently, perhaps hoping not to scare me away. Of course, there wasn't a chance in hell that I was going to be scared off. Not after having secretly lusted after this man for the last six months. I kissed him in return. More forcefully, letting him know that I wanted this. As I kissed him back his tongue reached for mine, and we were off. I used my free hand to undo two of his buttons, but he stopped kissing me and ripped his shirt open, losing a few buttons in the process. That move was the most erotic thing he could have done at the moment, because it told me not to be gentle, to go for what I wanted.

I grabbed him by the back of the head, and pulled his lips to mine, forcing my tongue deep into his waiting mouth. I pinched his right nipple with my left hand and felt his knees almost give out under him from the pleasure of my hard pinch. His hands were busy reaching into the back of my CK's, his fingers searching for my willing hole. When he found it, he wasted no time in slipping his finger in, making me moan loudly. It crossed my mind that the G.M. might hear us, but it didn't seem to matter. I was lost in him. I could smell him, touch him, taste him.

The movement of his finger inside me, and the feeling of his hard cock pressing up against my pubic area were driving me crazy. I released his mouth and went for his nipple, now sensitive from all the pinching. My movement forced him to remove his finger from within me, giving me yet another sensation to deal with. Alfonso's chest was just hairy enough to make it irresistible, and little enough to make the beauty of his muscles easy to see. He moaned softly as I took tentative bites at his hard nipple, and I couldn't help but think that I wanted to just eat him up from head to toe.

He ran his fingers through my hair as I chewed his nipple until it was red. He pulled at my hair, and brought his lips to mine. He wanted control of this situation, and why shouldn't I let him have it. I knew what I wanted, and also knew I would get it. Of course, a little resistance would show him I wasn't completely subservient. I pulled back, refusing his kiss, and then pulled his mouth to mine. A game yes, but fun to play. He accepted this, and grabbed at my ass with both hands. He pulled up, actually lifting me off the floor. Proving how strong he was, he knelt as he lifted me, eventually seating me on the bench. He let his hand drift to the back of my knees, and pulled. My back hit the wall as he lifted my legs and bent over to taste my ass. I don't think I have to truly explain how good it felt to have his warm, wet tongue make contact with my asshole, but good it felt.

He was certainly not an inexperienced man, not the way he skillfully licked and probed my asshole with his tongue. He began to lick in that sensitive area between balls and asshole, and I moaned so loud, I was sure someone had heard. He noticed my sudden nervousness, reassured me there was nothing to worry about, and went back to work. He kissed and licked my balls with a kind of adoration that made my heart feel heavy in my chest. As if he'd never in his life beheld so beautiful a thing as my manhood. I hated to break up his worship of my cock and balls, but I just had to do to him what he was doing to me. I had to taste him in the way he'd tasted me.

I sat up before he could take my dick into his mouth and simply, and quite authoritatively, told him to stand up. He did, and his hard, uncut cock stood before me. Proud and defiant. Daring me to suck it. Daring me to pay it homage. Alfonso lifted his left leg as I bent my neck to lick the delicious overhang of skin that called to me. I took the skin between my lips and pushed my tongue into the opening, causing him to pull back slightly, as if he'd felt too much. I closed my hand around his balls, and pulled his big cock into my mouth. The bench creaked as I moved, bobbing up and down on his cock until I was deep-throating him with every thrust of his hips. The feeling in my body was building with every move he made, and I was afraid to touch myself for fear of coming too soon.

He pulled his cock from my mouth and knelt before me once more as he put both of his hands on my face. How tender a move, I thought as he kissed me. He moved his hands to my shoulders ever so slowly and pulled at me, bringing me to my knees on the floor with him. We sat, and I flinched as my butt hit the cold tile floor. He pulled me close to him by pulling my ankles to either side of him. I could see where he was going with this, and my excitement grew. He looked at my face, looking for permission and saw it there as plain as day. He reached for his back pack, lying but a foot or so from where we now sat and pulled out a condom and a small tube of KY. Handing me the condom, he unscrewed the top of the tube and deposited some in his palm. I ripped open the foil as he slid a couple of very slippery fingers in to me. I put the condom on the head of his cock, pulled back the foreskin, and rolled it down to the base. A tight fit. He pulled me as close as was humanly possible to be, and I lifted myself just enough to give his cock access to my asshole.

My mind exploded, it seemed, as his engorged member entered me so slowly that I thought it would never stop entering. It was at this time that I truly realized how big his cock was, for even sitting as we both were, it reached deep, deep inside me. There we sat for a while, his cock deep inside me, and his tongue in my mouth. My body was shivering, and his kisses warmed me as he began to move, pushing himself even further into me. Picture us, then, sitting on the floor of this bath/changing room, face to face, sweating as he fucked me. How it felt to kiss his hungry mouth as I was fucked into bliss.

He withdrew, and we stood, his hands never leaving my body as he turned me around so as to fuck me some more. I looked at him and held my place. He saw it in my face as surely as I'd seen it in his. I wanted, no needed to fuck him, and I needed it now. For a moment, I thought he would refuse, but when he turned around and pulled my arms around him, I felt happy. He bent over, reaching for another condom and then knelt to suck my cock before putting it on. As I entered his tight hole, I could feel him shaking.

God, I thought, he's never been fucked before. He's experienced, just not in this. It made me even more excited to think I was the first man to ever enter him. His moans were low and deep, as was my cock in him. I fucked him like a mad man. Gentle at first, but with a fury I'd never felt before. I felt the final moment coming on, and I plunged in to the hilt, letting the cum flow to fill the condom to capacity. I could feel his hole contracting violently, and his body shaking as he blew his load all over the floor.

We collapsed onto the floor, sweaty and spent, but wanting more. "I like to finish what I start--" Alfonso said in that beautifully accented voice of his. "I don't work tomorrow. Do you?"

"No," I answered, causing the biggest, brightest smile on his face I'd ever seen in my life.

"We'll finish this at my place," he said, and off we went.

Isxios Athena grant you the strength and courage to fight for what you believe, and the wisdom to know when you are beaten. I hope for you one thing, that when Hades and Persephone smile upon you that day in the future, you will say unto them thank you, for my life was good and this rest deserved.

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