Learning the Business

by SteveL

26 Feb 2022 1472 readers Score 8.9 (25 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


A Messy Tip

Labor Day weekend came quickly. I packed and went over to Matt’s Thursday night. I called Denny and broke the news that my parents were very angry with me. I was grounded. I put on the best show I could. Expressing anger at my parents for their overreaction and waxing apologetic for not being able to join him and his family on their camping adventure. The fun we would have had! Denny was dejected but seemed to understand. Great. Everything was going as intended

The original plan of action was to leave that night. He was packed when I showed up and the jet ski trailer was hooked up to the jeep. I was excited to be on our way. Yet Matt kept procrastinating, coming up with “quick” last minute issues. Finally he said he preferred to leave Friday morning. I was a little put out, but I really didn’t have a say. We went to bed early, so as to get up and get an early start. I woke up at 5:30. He was still sleeping and when I checked he was sporting some morning wood. I decided to give him a quick blow job to wake him up. I lifted the sheets and dived under and attacked him, making a lot of noise in the process. I made all the right moves to make him cum quick. My real intent was to get him up and out of bed. I pushed him into the shower and nagged him to get ready so we could start out. We pulled out of his driveway at a little past 6:30.

Matt wanted to stop on the way for breakfast. He said there was a place he frequented just outside of town. He raved that they had good food, and that we’d have some fun there too. That seemed like an odd word to use about breakfast to me. I would have rather kept going, but he insisted and I was a little hungry too. We pulled into the parking lot around 7. There were only a few cars there. The joint was called Melissa’s Grill. It struck me as a dump, and I was a little dubious. Matt reassured me that they had a great breakfast. We entered through a very weathered, heavy wooden door. The inside wasn’t much to look at either, though it was much larger than I expected. I only saw a couple tables occupied. The place was mostly empty. I didn’t see any employees. Matt didn’t wait to be seated, he pointed toward a large wrap around booth in the far corner and started to it. The U-shaped booth looked like it sat about 10 people and was rather cut off from everything else. I scanned the restaurant again. Just a booth with an older couple scanning the menu, and a table with 3 guys that were talking and eating. Both near the front door. I wanted to sit in a 4 man booth by the window, so I could look out. If we sat in the corner booth, my back would be to the window. Matt kept insisting on the corner one. I argued that it was the only one that could sit a large group. I thought it would be very rude for just two people to occupy it. “What if a big group came in?” “Why take up all that space?” was my argument. He said “Look around Kevin. Who the hell is here? What large party?” He dismissed my argument and said that if one did they could just push some tables together.

I sighed: “Why don’t we take this one instead, it’s right here”, I motioned toward a booth just to my right. He got cross and said “We’re sitting over there. End of discussion”. I shook my head in disgust. He put his fist in the small of my back and propelled me forward. Together we took the seemingly long 3 mile walk to the far corner booth.

I scrunched myself between the seat and table and scooted my way around to the other side. I wanted to be against the back wall. At least I could kind of see out the window to my left.. Matt gave me a look and told me to sit in the middle with him. Our backs would be to the window. I resisted, and was ordered to move my damn butt over by him. So much for this being a “fun” breakfast. Instead of a more exciting view of the street and perhaps people, the only thing in my vision now was the waitress station. Great view. I marveled to Matt sarcastically. “Just Shut up Kevin” he shot back. “Don’t ruin this for me”. I said nothing and unwrapped my silverware from the paper napkin and slammed the utensils down on the table, one by one. Matt just gave me a withering look.

There was but a waiter, (not a waitress) and a cook working. The waiter came over shortly to ask if we wanted coffee. According to his badge, his name was Ben. Matt’s face brightened when he saw him. They exchanged more than the usual pleasantries. It was apparent from their discussion that they knew each other from some place other than this. I didn’t pay much attention to him at first. I was getting hungry, and still a bit mad. However, since they seemed to be acting like chatty Kathys, I studied him a little more. He actually wasn’t that bad to look at or old. Probably about 5’9”, brown really short hair. Definitely late 40s if not 50. Not a bad face. Squarish jaw and grey eyes. ..a bit muscular, I’m sure he worked out. He had a tattoo of a compass on the inner side of his left wrist. He looked and sounded like he could do better than working in this establishment.

I was getting bored. They kept on yakking. I just wanted to order, eat and get up to the cabin. There were jet skis to ride, trails to hike, ATVs that were begging to be ridden. I decided that the time for chatter was over and interrupted them by saying that I’d have some coffee, french toast, bacon and hash browns done very well… burnt even. To which Ben replied that he thought someone must be very hungry. Matt called me rude and punched me in the shoulder rather hard. Matt gave his order and Ben left. I was happy that I had gotten the show moving. I asked how they knew each other and Matt just told me to mind my own business and to stop being such a fucking asshole. I responded with a sigh, sat there, and pouted.

Ben brought our coffees over and in no time our breakfasts arrived steaming hot. I relaxed a little because the food was pretty good, no very good, especially the french toast. The mood lightened and we discussed again all the activities we’d do this weekend. We finished our meals and pushed our plates forward. Ben came over to take our plates and ask if we wanted anything else. Matt said yes, he’d have another coffee... I was going to kill him. I gave him a withering look of my own. I was ready to get on our way. He gave me an evil look back. I knew better than to say anything.

Ben walked away. Matt’s face changed, he looked at me and said in a sinister tone: “Let’s have some fun now”. I didn’t know how to respond to that. I had no clue as to what he meant.

Matt told me to unzip my pants. I looked at him like he was crazy. He stared at me and repeated in an exaggerated, drawn out voice: “Unzip….your….pants… now...Kev... and...pull…it …out”. I went a little white. I sat straight up and looked around over the top of the booth. There were three tables occupied now. One more than when we arrived. At least they were at the other end of the restaurant. No way that they could see us. There was no question that I had to obey. Ben was in the waitress station across from me. “Pull it out Kevin” he hissed again and gave me a shove. I complied. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my weiner. “Your balls too” Kevin whispered. I sighed and pulled apart the sides of my zipper and dug out my balls as ordered. My dick and balls now lay completely exposed on top of my shorts, the zipper surrounding my junk like a cockring. “Slouch down! Spread your legs” was my next command, “nice and wide Kevvy…Wider! Show it off. Hands on the table”

By this time Ben was returning with the coffee pot. He was about half way to our booth when stopped. The coffee pot shook a little. I honestly thought he was going to drop it. He had obviously noticed my equipment hanging out and was a little rattled. He regained his composure. He finished walking over to us and poured Matt’s coffee, avoiding looking at me. Ben appeared about to say something, but must have changed his mind. He turned around and proceeded back to the waitress station. He pretended to do something but I could see him casting glances my way. “Stroke it Lil Kev” Matt whispered. “Make it nice and hard”. What was I to do? So like the good boy I was, I started stroking my cock. He told me he wanted me to stare directly at Ben and roll my tongue around my lips while I stroked it There was a sadistic note in his voice.

Being almost 18, it doesn’t take much for me to stiffen up. My dick was pointing skyward in no time. The waiter stopped sneaking glances and just full out stared at me. I could tell Matt was getting worked up too. He kept glancing down at me while my hand glided up and down the shaft. I kept staring intently into Ben’s face as I was directed. I tried to be provocative, I knew that was what Matt really wanted. Out of my left eye I watched Matt grab a pad of butter and grease his right hand with it. He pushed my hand aside and started pumping my cock himself, rubbing it’s head with his thumb. Speeding up, then slowing down. Despite being a little embarrassed, I was really enjoying this hand job. It sent shivers all up and down my body. Ben was no longer only staring, his hand was down at the crotch of his pants. He began rubbing, pulling at the area.

My legs started shaking and I knew I was about to release. Matt could feel that I was near that point too. He told me to put my hand down and catch my cum in it. He pumped my erect cock faster. I could feel my toes curl in my sneakers. I let out a loud gasp and shot my load into my right hand… collecting it as best I could. It was a fair amount too. I saw Ben’s mouth drop open in total shock and disbelief. I wiped the remains off my dick into the same hand. I looked at Matt as to what to do next. Matt took out his wallet and placed two tens on the table as payment for the breakfast. Then he put another 10 on the plate that contained the bill for the food. I assumed this was to be the gratuity for Ben. He told me to completely wipe my hand off on the ten and return it to the plate. Ben watched all of this, not moving an inch…. still rubbing his crotch. I rubbed off as much as I could. I grabbed a napkin and dabbed in a glass of water and cleaned off my hand. Matt told me to put my junk away and zip up. “You’re such the slut Kevin”, he said, “Unbelievable”.

We scooted out of the booth and went to leave. We purposely passed Ben. Matt remarked how great it was to catch up with him. “By the way”, Matt said, “Kevin thinks you're hot as shit”. Ben smiled and gave a bewildered look. I don't think he knew what to make of what had just occurred. We walked out and climbed into his Wrangler. Driving off Matt patted my thigh and said: “Well that’s what I call fucking fun Lil Kev. I know he just ate that up”. My mind got stuck on the phrase “ate that up”. I was left wondering if he meant that figuratively or literally. Now I knew what he meant by “fun” earlier. He had it all planned out. Matt’s a card. He constantly catches me off guard. I love him for that, but sometimes it’s all very, very exhausting.

There was a two hour plus drive ahead of us. I tried to imagine what else Matt had planned for our weekend in between the jet skiing and ATVing.

by SteveL

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