Bartending the Football Team

The next day at work I was rostered to food and beverage. The restaurant bistro was hosting one tourist bus of visitors, my increasingly familiar football group and a dozen stragglers. I gave both Josh and Troy a private smile individually and stayed behind the bar. Forty minutes into my shift, the mouth who was doing all the talking from the other day, came to the taps and requested a round of beers. He recognised and acknowledged me with a knowing grin as I asked him how the trip was going, and whether or not they were getting much golf in. After a few years in the job you get good at putting people at ease.

He replied, not as much green time as they had hoped for but they were on holiday, so they didn’t care.

“So, you’re still sure about the boys then?” He said smiling, wanting to re-engage in our banter from the other day. I decided to give him his fun.

“I know what I know,” I replied, emboldened by my newly acquired knowledge that I had been correct, even if completely unintended.

“Who?” He questioned, curiosity showing but not quite convinced.

“Sorry, can’t tell. Gay code,” I said with a grin.

“You’re still full of shit,” he said, all smiles.

“Am I?” I paused, just a little longer, “you know where my number is, anytime you want to call!’ I added, as a ‘back at him’ dead pan joke, before breaking into a smile and sending him on his way.

My phone chimed:

What did Brian want? it was Josh.

Who’s Brian? I shot back without devoting much thought to his obvious question.

Guy U just spoke to.

He’s a bullshitter, stirred me about our public chat. Relax man. I sent.

Sorry, just got nervous.

I understood and volunteered to spend the rest of the shift, stacking the isolated cool room.

Restaurant shifts are always short. I clocked off mid-afternoon and headed for home. Arriving at the car park, I found Troy, comically calling from the bushes near the staff bays. I walked to him.

“Didn’t get to nod bye to you.” he offered by way of explanation.

“I was worried Brian would stir anyone I looked at.” I replied, telling the truth.

“I’ve been thinking about yesterday, can I kiss you?” he asked. I shrugged.

“Only if you don’t get hard,” I said as I planted one right on his smacker. I reached down and found him hard.

“Hey, what’s this?” I fun poked him in the package. He jumped back instinctively, squealing like a girl. I smiled.

“Can I see you later, you know, after dark? Come to my room, show me stuff.”

“What about the boys?” I queried.

“I’ll tell them I’m feeling sick, need a night off drinking.”

“Nah, I meant can you get them to come along, we can teach them stuff as well.” I corrected, keeping a straight face.  He smiled and laughed out loud, I joined him.

“I could do nine but I have to be gone by eleven, does that suit?”

“Great!” he said, all smiles, “room 109”

“Think about what you might want to do,” I suggested.

“Already have, see you at nine,” he lent forward, we kissed again, then he was gone.

When I arrived, I made my way to his bunk. I knew the layout of the building, and kept my distance from the reception counter. When I tapped on his door, I heard Troy check the view finder, and unlock the door. The room was cooler than the hall and he had dimmed the lights. We had hardly cleared the passage when he planted a kiss. I paused almost tripping, kissed in return and frog walked him backwards into the main room. We kissed for a third time in twenty seconds.

I could feel myself getting hard, I was excited. I started with his shirt buttons, then his belt and jeans. As he dragged his arms from his sleeves, he reached for my tee shirt, I took his hands and placed them by his sides. I pushed him towards the end of the room, causing him to fall backwards onto the bed.

“Hey!” he chirped in surprise, as he braced his landing.

“Scoot back,” I said, indicating I wanted him all the way on the bed. He did, but remained sitting up. This wouldn’t do at all! I gently pushed him back to a full recline, grabbed the legs of his jeans and with a single heave, stripped him in seconds. His choice to go commando, rendered him naked within a minute and a half of me walking in the room. He was super-hot!

“Hey!” he complained, “no fair, how come I’m the only one with no clothes?”

“You’re the new guy,” I answered, as I positioned myself facing him and laying across his mid-section. “I like sexy naked guys around me”. I took his face and kissed him in a deep passionate embrace. He melted.

“Man, you’re so hot,” he said. “You just know everything I like. How do you do it?”

“Been doing it longer than you, that’s what you get after a hundred or so guys.”

“Wow!” He responded, flabbergasted. “No shit? That many? Fuck that’s so hot man!”

“You’ll do the same, in time. More maybe.”

“Fuck I hope so, been hanging for so long. Just didn’t know where to start!”

“‘You’ve started with yourself.” I acknowledged, “once you get that right, the rest just flows.”

“Really? I don’t know if I understand,” he said suddenly reflective.

“‘You will,” I said, reassuringly as I kissed him deeply, again resting my upper body weight on his chest.

We kissed in various positions before he finally had my shirt off. I loosened my belt and stepped free of my jeans, matching his nakedness.

“Fuck, you’re big!” he said, gazing down at my still firm meat.

“I wouldn’t be too hard on yourself,” I replied knowingly “I’ve seen a lot of cock, its what you do with it, that makes the difference.” He beamed.

“Can I suck you?” he asked, “no teeth.” I said, wary of an unskilled new guy.

He gave an OK head job and tried hard to please, I had him stand and returned the favor. I could tell he was close and decided that I could do with a release as well. I laid him on the bed and we 69’d. Fuck he was eager. I could feel myself drawing near and really started to work his knob over. He tensed and I held fast to his cock. He announced he was cumming but I had no intention of freeing his dick. He worked out what I was planning and blew a massive load. I took the lot. He returned with gusto to my cock. I blew twenty seconds later. I watched as he considered his options, deciding to swallow my seed. Ahh new guys!

I swung around and lay beside him face to face. I slowly stroked his sweat filled hair, as he returned to centre.

“That was fucken great man.”

“You’re a good cock sucker,” I said, “and a swallower!”

“Can hardly believe I did it man, was so wrapped up, just didn’t want to stop.” He paused, “Wow! I finally sucked cock! thanks for showing me.”

“I had fun too! It’s not all about you, you know!” he just smiled. We lay in our face to face embrace, gently stroking each other's skin for another half an hour. We chatted back and forth without getting too deep or philosophical.

“Want a shower?” I asked.

“Together?” he questioned.

“Of course!” He was all smiles as he jumped off the bed, excited.

In the shower we soaped each other, enjoying the warm water and skin on skin exchange. As we exited and dried, I almost had to pinch myself, he was such a good-looking guy.

“Do you have to go?” he asked.

“Afraid so,” I said, “I’ve got another dick to service tonight, and work wants me to do an extra shift tomorrow afternoon.”

“No shit?” he spat, shocked.

“Yep, they want me to start at three.” I replied, completely un-fussed.

“Not about work! About doing another guy tonight?”

“Oh,” I said innocently, “no, that’s complete bullshit.” He grinned ear to ear, totally had.   

I dressed and turned to face him, ready to go. I kissed him and looked him directly in the eyes. “Thanks for the fun.”

“Nah man, Thank you! It was fantastic.” He meant it.

“You need to be careful, don’t let this go to your head.” I counseled, keeping a straight but gentle tone.

“Like fall in love, cause you’re my first?” he questioned.

“Something like that,” I responded.

“Been there done that with the first girl I fucked, I’ll be on the lookout.” He added confidently. “Gross!” I said, as he looked on quizzically, “hetero sex, don’t talk about it, you’ll make me sick,” I laughed as he joined me. We kissed and I departed.

I’d travelled ten minutes down the road when my phone informed me, he’d had a great time.

Same!