In A Restaurant Called BJ's

by Alex

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Now, from the title of this story you may likely know where this story ends but please, don’t skip to the end because I promise you, it has a twist worth waiting for.

This is the story of the boy who came in more ways than one, then went away without even telling me his name.

It was near the middle of November of last year when I was contracted to work a project roughly an hour or so from where I live. You see, I work in the entertainment industry. More specifically, as I told you in my first ever entry into this diary of short stories, my name is Alex and I hoist the giant, flaccid looking microphone above actors’ heads during film productions.

On this occasion, I was called in to hoist my stick above a winter wonderland and record the dialog to an upcoming holiday commercial. What can I say? I go where the money is. That doesn’t mean every job is going to end up on your local silver screen. But I was scheduled to be there all day and all night.

I remember it was a Saturday which honestly, doesn’t bother me anymore. Working in the entertainment industry means you work when others are…well, being entertained. So, it didn’t faze me that I missed out on a lot of things my family did. The only day my whole family had off from their jobs was Saturday so they would all hang out each and every weekend on Saturday night and have dinner at some new restaurant they wanted to try.

They were quite used to getting a table for eight people, knowing I wouldn’t make it because I was working every weekend. My brother and my father were also quite used to coming home and hours later, catching me up on how everyone else was doing and filling me in on all the funny stories they told each other. At first it bothered me that this was how I got my news but you get used to it after a while.

But on this particular Saturday in the middle of November, everything went smoothly. I mean, I have literally never been on a project when nothing went wrong. At least once a day on any other project, everything goes bat-shit-crazy and everything stops working properly. But on this day, we were able to film everything we needed for the project really fast. And thank goodness because it was freezing outside. And the snow machine they rented didn’t really help with keeping it warm either.

It was roughly three in the afternoon when our director called a wrap on the day. He was happy with how everything looked and sounded and sent us all home early. I mean, I’ve been released five minutes early before but never five hours early. And the best part was, we got paid union day-rates which meant we got the same pay no matter how long we spent there. For the record, that’s why your movie tickets cost so much.

I hopped in my car and called my brother. It was his birthday and my family members were all going out as they normally did on Saturdays but this time, they were bringing a cake to celebrate his big day. He was so excited when I told him that I was going to be able to make dinner with the family that night. He nearly jumped through the phone and gave me a giant hug and I would have done the same if such a thing were possible.

I drove the hour ride home and then basically with no time to spare, hopped in my car again to drive to the restaurant which my family had picked out and texted me the address of. They wanted to try this new restaurant which was a little out of the way but the place was family run for over a decade. I wasn’t going to object. After all, I was never at one of these family dinners and it was my brother’s choice – and it was his birthday so he had every right to choose the restaurant. The owners of the place were named Bob and Jenny. And by their names alone, you should have guessed this next part; the restaurant was – and I kid you not – called BJ’s Diner. It’s a real place by the way, not just made up for a story.

Shockingly, I was the first of my family members to arrive at the restaurant. They had called ahead and reserved a table for 8, later calling to change it to 9 because I was now able to come. So, I told the hostess my name and she kindly walked me over to our table. She was a pretty little thing but nothing to write home to mama about. And to me, she didn’t have the most important thing I wanted, a dick between her legs.

They had combined a few square tables into a rectangle to make it large enough for all of us to sit at and I sat in a random chair on one of the longer sides of the table. The hostess asked if I wanted to order a drink while I waited for the rest of my family to arrive. And I figured why not order a cold beer. It was the first time I had a Saturday night off in a long time and I could always get soda later on so I could be sober enough to drive home.

A few minutes after my drink arrived, my family came in through the front door and sat down all around me. After not seeing me in ages, each of them was kind of forced to give me a hug on their way to their seats but I didn’t mind. I love hugs. They all eventually took their seats, ordered their drinks and dinners, and we started to tell each other funny stories.

My grandmother who sat down the table from me was interested to know if I found a girl yet and I of course told her that I didn’t. Because who wants a girl? Well, I left that second part out when I told her but I was thinking it very loudly.

Shortly after we made our orders, in came walking the finest hot, young college boy you will ever see in your life. Perfect skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, roughly a hundred and twenty-five pounds, and freshly shaven face. Up to that point, I was heavily invested in my family’s conversation and I answered every question and asked a few of my own when the stories allowed. But this college boy made me forget all about my family. I was staring right at him for the rest of the night.

Luckily, his family and he sat down in a table directly in front of me. Literally, the table next to ours and if I looked straight forward, through my brother, I could sit and watch him all night without anyone suspecting anything weird. So, that’s exactly what I did.

There were times my family asked me questions and I didn’t respond right away but I played it off that I was tired and was trying my best which fooled them all quite well. Although this boy came in the door much later than my family, because we had so many people in our party, his food came out a minute or so after ours.

He had gotten a simple burger and fries with an ice-cold mug of beer. And that was a huge relief. He looked so young I thought he might be underage but after he was carded, I knew he was at least 21 – a perfect age to fuck with no consequences. It’s not that I want to fuck those underage, it’s just hard to tell them apart from legal 18 and 19-year olds sometimes if you don’t see them get carded.

I just got a simple plate of pasta. I know, you shouldn’t get pasta in front of someone you’re trying to impress. But in my defense, I ordered before I saw him walk through the door. My family was enjoying their meal and I was enjoying mine even though it was cold. I didn’t want to send it back, fearing I would cause a scene in front of this cute boy. And I didn’t want to complain on my first meal out with my family. Plus, I was heavily distracted anyway watching this boy eat his burger.

He ate in an odd way though. He would bite the outside of the burger off, then eat the center. I guess he liked eating the ring, then going in for the luscious center. He didn’t even touch his fries until his burger was all gone. By the time he did start eating his French fries, I was more than half-way through my cold pasta. To be fair, I was eating as fast as I could so I could get back to concentrating on this boy full-time.

But he even ate his French fries in an odd way. He apparently loved ketchup. I guess that’s why he dipped each fry into the ketchup so it was covered in an inch of the red condiment. He would then lift up the fry, now twice its original weight, to his mouth, put the fry almost all the way in his mouth and suck all the ketchup off while pulling the fry out of his mouth with his fingers. He’d then ate the fry once he swallowed the ketchup.

And this is normally the part in the story where I’d tell you that I made that part up for no other reason than to make this story sound more sexual but he was really weird. He really did eat like that. And I liked it.

I was done with my meal and as I watched him eat his fries, I started to imagine each French fry he sucked on was something else. Something of mine. Something he could suck on and get another color liquid to swallow.

But that was a huge problem. As I sat there imagining him sucking on me instead of his fries, I started to get hard down below. I haven’t gotten hard out in public since high school when everyone got hard at everything in sight. That was now six years ago and I’ve never had it spurt up since. And worse yet, I didn’t even feel myself getting hard. All of a sudden, I just felt this warm liquid dripping onto my thigh. As I reached my hand under the table, I realized I was rock solid and the liquid I felt was precum, luckily hidden inside of my pants. After all, the restaurant was full that night and my eight family members were sitting all around me.

I thought to myself, what the fuck must be wrong with me to get a boner with my family all around. But this boy had a special super power I guess. A super power straight from the comic book called Viagra.

So, I forced myself back into our family’s conversation. When I did, my brother made it a big deal that I was suddenly interested in their conversation again with a resounding “welcome back to the family conversation bro.” After a few minutes, my boner went back down and thankfully, right in time for cake.

After singing the birthday song and everyone staring at us, we ate our cake in peace and I tried my best to watch my college stud eat the ice cream he ordered. Oh, what I would have given to have been the white cream he licked off his lips.

But soon enough, my family was about ready to leave. They asked the waiter for the check and I spotted my college hunk getting up to use the men’s room before he left as well. Which oddly enough, made me want to go too. For no particular reason of course, I say knowing full well what the ending of this story entails.

It was a diner restroom so it wasn’t very fancy. In fact, there was only three urinals in the room and only two of them were separated with a dividing wall. The other partition looked like it was broken off years ago. And luckily, this boy was standing at the middle one so I took the one next to him, the one without the diving wall. By the time I unzipped my jeans, he had already gotten his cock out and was tapping on his mushroom head to try and get the flow started.

The problem was that I didn’t really have to go so I knew I wasn’t going to start my stream at all. I just wanted to look over at this boy’s cock while standing there holding mine. He eventually did get his stream started and just then I decided to start a conversation with him. Honestly, I just wanted to hear his voice so I had something to imagine that night later on when I got back home. I normally try to get my crushes to talk to me so I can imagine their voice yelling “Oh, Alex!” later on.

“Sorry about my family out there” I said to him. “It’s my brother’s birthday so sorry if the song annoyed you.”

“It’s ok. We all have weird families” he replied.

“Is that your family out there?”

“Yeah. They’re just as crazy, believe me. Tonight, they’re pretty tame though.”

“How are the burgers here by the way? I might try one next time I’m in town.”

“I mean, it’s a diner so it was ok but how’d you know I had a burger?”

“Don’t worry ketchup boy, you were sitting right behind my brother so I just spotted you had a burger in a passing glance.”

He finished his stream and began shaking off his long dick and putting it back into its pouch.

“Ketchup boy?” he asked.

“Yeah, you caught me a little off guard. I’ve never seen anyone eat fries like that.”

Just then he pushed me up against the wall in the bathroom, still with me holding my dick in my hand. Luckily, I wasn’t mid-stream.

“Why the fuck were you staring at me?”

“Because I like to stare at hot guys.”

“Well, I’m not gay so…”

“Have you ever tried it?”

“Tried what?”

“Here, I’ll show you.” I said as I bent down on my knees in front of him, still wedged between him and the wall.

“Whoa, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Showing you what’s like to have a man take care of you.” I said as I unzipped his fly like a seasoned pro and reached in to pull out his cock which was already stiffening.

“What the fuck dude? I’m not gay. How many times do I have to tell you?” he said as he backed away into the middle of the room.

“Oh, really? Is that why you’re already half hard right now just thinking about what it must feel like?”

He looked down and realized his cock wasn’t going down but rather only growing by the second.

“You know, there’s an easy way to take care of that.”

“Shut the fuck up dude.”

“It seems like you have one of three options right now. You can walk back out into the restaurant where your family will no doubt see your boner through your pants. Or you can go into the stall and take care of it yourself. Or you can give it what it really wants and let me take care of it for you in which case, you no longer have to be curious as to how good it feels.”

“You really want to blow a random guy?”

“Well, you’re a hot random guy so it’s not the same thing.”

“Why though?”

“Because I nearly jizzed my pants out there thinking about you sucking on your fries so now that I saw your cock, I just really want your cum in my stomach. God knows it must be better and warmer than that pasta they serve here.”

“Fuck. I can’t believe I’m going to say this but if you really want to, I can’t go out there like this.”

“C’mon. Time’s ticking. Give me your big lollypop then.” I said as he made his way back over to me and I wrapped my lips around his stiff shaft and began rocking my head back and forth like a trained professional. What can I say? Holding a mic over actors isn’t the only thing I have lots of experience doing.

As I continued to suck on him, I started to stoke myself as I felt his hands comb through my hair and heard little sighs of relief every time I ended a thrust forward or back with my mouth.

Soon enough, I felt his juices filling my big mouth like I had just drank a whole bottle of beer and didn’t swallow yet. Eventually, I knew he was milked dry and I looked up at him before swallowing every drop of his cum.

I continued to stroke myself while kneeling on the floor. Knowing I was about to shoot my load, I quickly sprung up and headed into the stall to get some toilet paper. You know, to wash the evidence down the drain. He followed me into the stall and as I was ripping the paper off of the roll, he spun me around, got down on his knees and opened his mouth with his tongue stuck out.

“Are you sure?” I asked him.

He just shook his head up and down, still with his mouth wide open. I pushed my shaft part-way into his mouth so all the cum would go in there and not on the floor around us as I continued to stroke away.

I roared my head back like a lion when I felt him push my hand away with his hand and he started stroking me until I shot my large load onto the back of his throat. He quickly swallowed every drop and then looked up at me. He wasn’t used to giving blowjobs and didn’t know the proper etiquette was to look up and show your owner all the cum in your mouth before swallowing it but it was his first time, so I let him slide.

“Why’d you do that? I didn’t ask for anything in return.” I said to him.

“Because that felt fucking amazing. You’re right, a man does know how to treat a man. So, I couldn’t just let you jizz into a tissue. I thought it was only fair. Plus, I always wondered what it tasted like.”

“So, how was it?”

“Better than that burger”

“Well,” I said extending my hand out to shake the boy’s hand to which he happily shook mine in return, “My name’s Sivan. Alex Sivan. What’s yours?”

“I don’t let strangers in the bathroom know my name.”

“Well, considering you had my dick in your mouth, I’d hardly say we’re strangers. But ok. I didn’t say you had to tell me your name before blowing you so let’s get cleaned up and get out of here.”

“Sounds good” he said as we washed our hands and started heading for the door.

“Wait, don’t you still have to take a piss?” he asked me.

“I never had to go in the first place. I just saw you coming in here and I decided I wanted to see your dick so I had something to think about later.”

We walked out into the restaurant where our families were surprisingly still waiting at the tables. His family looked like they drove him there but my family came separately so I was curious why they waited around for me. But the truth was, they weren’t waiting around. They were too busy sharing laughs that they didn’t even realize I was gone so long.

His family noticed he had a red face but mine didn’t suspect a thing. A few minutes later, him and his family left the restaurant but not before that boy came over to my table and handed me a rolled-up napkin. Since my whole family was looking at him, he explained “I think you dropped this in the men’s room. I thought it might be important so I wanted to return it before I left.”

“Thanks. Drive safe out there.” I replied as I took the napkin from his hand.

He headed to the door and my whole family didn’t suspect a thing as I didn’t open the napkin right away. Quite a few minutes later, my family got on their jackets and started heading to the door. My brother, being awesome but sometimes overly annoying, told the rest of my family that I had too much to drink even though I only had one bottle a few hours ago and I might be too tired to drive home so he offered to go with me. My family happily agreed to let him do so.

As soon as we hopped in the car, me in the passenger seat and my brother in the driver’s seat, he asked me what was with the napkin. I explained that I wrote something down for work earlier before they arrived and must have dropped it in the men’s room.

“Is that why you guys came out at the same time?”

“What’s wrong with two guys taking a piss at the same time?” I asked.

“Nothing, if they don’t come out with red faces. So, what’s on the napkin?”

I opened it up to see a cell phone number with a little note written underneath in pen “let’s have fun again sometime soon. maybe next time, we can try something more”. Unfortunately, we hadn’t left the parking lot yet and my brother let his wondering eyes read the note too.

“Holy shit, you had fun together in the men’s room. That’s why it took you so long.”

“Well, technically I just gave him a BJ. He just ate my milk, that’s all.”

“So, you like giving BJ’s?”

“Yeah. I just like giving them to hot guys. It’s not like I blow every random dude I meet.”

By this time, we were on the road and driving down the highway to go back home.

“Well, I have to be honest big bro, I kinda thought that’s what you were doing in there as soon as I saw you both coming out together. The napkin just confirmed it.”

“And. So what? Your brother gives blowjobs and likes dicks in his mouth.”

“Well, forgive me but that’s going to take some getting used to.”

“I know. In the meantime, I’m going to text this boy to see when I can get my ass filled with his cum. Don’t get me wrong little bro, I like boys cum in my mouth but I’d rather it be shoved up my ass.”