Kaden the Waiter
Lamb or calamari? I read the descriptions of each dish for the umpteenth time. It's not that I don't know what I'm in the mood for; it's that I'm in the mood for literally everything. My stomach is an abyss incapable of complaint. You'd think that would make it easier, you know low stakes and all that, but no. Sometimes I'm jealous of picky eaters, their options being limited makes it easier to decide. Fuck it, I'll get both. I set the menu down, and look around. My waiter is taking forever, but I'm not too irritated, the restaurant is business and for whatever reason (racism maybe?) the hostess sat me in this secluded ass corner where the dim light is flickering.
Any small bit of irritation I had vanishes when I see him walking up to the table. Shorter than me, blond curls, blue eyes, dimples that must drive girls wild. But he doesn't care about girls. I knew that from how he reacted to seeing me. His eyes widened briefly, he looked away and he smiled, not a generic, service worker "they're paying me to smile" smile but a genuine one. (I worked in a restaurant. I know the difference). Not a lot to go off of, but a start.
"Hello sir, my name is Kaden, how are you this evening?" And there it was. The fagcent. Not a major one, Kade here isn't RuPaul. He's just queer. But is he just a gay guy, or a slutty little cum dump?
"I'm good Kade, how about you?"
"I'm not too bad sir. What can I get started for you sir? Maybe something to drink sir?" He bats his eyes at me. Or is he just blinking? Fuck. I'm like 90% sure now. It's one thing to be polite, but so many "sirs" in such a short time frame? And the eye "batting." I think the fag's confidence is what's throwing me off.
See usually with fags, there's a bit of shame involved. By nature a lot, if not the majority, have a bit of a self-esteem issue. I mean, if I knew that the only purpose I had was being a pair of holes for real men, I'd probably have self-esteem issues too. But unfortunately for fags, this shyness can get in their way and they withdraw, cursed with the need to serve but filled with too much self-loathing to actually do it.
Occasionally though you meet a fag that knows it's purpose, and goes about fulfilling it dutifully. Please let that be Kaden.
"Yeah, I'll take a Moscow Mule and a water," I say, watching him write. "Thanks little buddy," I add, gauging his reaction. The pencil stops and those blue eyes find mine. His smile is there, but the sureness of it has been cut in half.
"No problem, Sir. I'll grab those right away for you, sir." His volume is half of what it was before, I the sirs are an aphrodisiac that puts Viagra to shame.
"I'm sorry what? It's loud in here, speak up boy." Kaden and I are very obviously around the same age, but as my cock grows, so does my aggression. Hey, don't be surprised if you get treated like a submissive bitch when you act like a submissive bitch. The "boy" has the intended effect and Kade blushes, pale features during a rosy pink.
"I'm so sorry sir, I said no problem sir, I'll get your Moscow mule and water, right away sir," he rambles volume higher, but his pitch is higher now too. As he hastily walks towards the kitchen, there's no doubt in my mind anymore; Kade is fag, and if given the chance he'll beg for my dick like the bitch he is. I'm positive if I asked for his number or socials, he'd give them to me in a heartbeat and then be ass up for me tonight. My dick is fully hard now, just at the thought of it.
And therein lies the problem. My dick is hard now. I'm horny now. I don't wanna wait for a couple hours or days, I don't wanna schedule a hook up. I want Kade's plump cocksucker lips wrapped around my cock now. But how? As if the universe itself wants me to dump my load in Kade's stomach the flickering light in my already dim corner goes out. Perfect. I glance under the table, taking note of how dark the shadow is. Really even before the light went out, this setup was pretty good. Now that it's out it's the perfect twilight for a covert public sex encounter.
But how to get the fag on board? Yeah it's dark, but the restaurant is busy, and this is his job. His bigger head might get in the way of his small one. I think to think but the discomfort of my hard dick straining against my gym shorts is distracting. I look down, and then I realize, the solution is right there. I discreetly pull my dick out of shorts, and place my napkin over it.
True to his word the fag comes walking out the kitchen with my drinks first. He surely has other tables waiting for their stuff before me, but none of those tables are pushing his buttons the way I am.
“Here you go sir, a moscow mule and water for you, sir. I tried to get those as quick as I could for you sir.” He looks at me and then his eyes dart away, as he waits for my approval.
“Yeah, I saw you skipped your other tables. Why is that, boy? Kaden blushes that rosy color returning to his cheeks. But a bit of play shines in his eyes.
“Well, sir, I guess I’m just very eager to please you, sir.” He’s back to half volume but I let it slide this time and instead say the two words every fag longs to hear.
“Good boy.” Kaden’s reaction is immediate. His cheeks go from rosie to red, the tiny bit of bravado he had regained gone under the spell of being called a good boy puts him under. His eyes look everywhere but me as he mumbles a “thank you, sir.”
“No problem. I’ll let you catch up on those other tables and then you can take my order bud. But just one thing, this napkin on my lap is a problem, I need you to take it and grab me a new one.” He nods quickly as though this isn’t a strange request, his hand reaching for my napkin until halfway there his hand freezes as he realizes. His eyes widen and he looks at me. I smile at him. “Well fag, what are you waiting for?” The “fag” causes a deeper blush, but his hand moves resumes, slowly reaching for my napkin and the hard dick underneath it. His fingers brush it and I let out a little breath that makes him smile. The smile turns to shock as he wraps his fingers around my girth, and he lets out an “Oh my God.” He holds for a few seconds, until I prod him: “Earth to faggot, my dick isn’t gonna stroke itself.”
“R-right sorry sir!” He says not looking at me. He begins to slowly pump my fat cock, and I lean back.
“Just like that fag. That feels good.” He continues on pumping, in another world, taking in the details of my cock through the napkin. He squeezes it, causing the napkin to crease around the veins in it. He gasps at that, and starts to pump harder, eyes narrowing and a little drool forming at the corner of his lip. As much as I hate to interrupt, this setup is not ideal. It is super obvious what he’s doing to anyone who looks our way for more than 5 seconds. So how do I gently break his trance?
“Hey bud, you realize everyone here can totally see you drooling like a fag while you pump my cock right?” That does it. His eyes snap fully open, and he starts stammering- “oh erm, you’re right sir, I’m”- and then grabs the napkin and stops, the site of my uncovered cock blue-screening his brain. “Oh my God,” he says again, and he licks his lips. I’m halfway certain if I told him too, he’d get down on his knees in the walkway and just start blowing me in front of everyone.
I’m halfway tempted to test it, but instead I do the responsible thing. I put my dick away and say “Your other tables fag?”
“Oh my God, shit, you’re right, I mean you’re right sir, lemme take care of them, and then I’ll serve you sir,” he babbles, backing away, and then turns straight into a coworker carrying a tray of drinks.
The fallout is epic. The dress code for servers in this place is white polos and khakis, so as a variety of lemonades, cocktails and sodas spill they turn Kaden’s and the other waitress (also hot btw) white shirts into poorly done tie-dye .
“Kaden what the FUCK! Watch where you’re going!” The waitress looks fucking cute when she’s mad, and storms of while Kade stammers an apology. I can’t help but snicker, and when he hears, he looks back at me mortified and I shoot him a smirk. “Fuck” he mutters and starts making his way to the bathroom. But then he stops, turns, and gives me a meaningful look before continuing toward the bathroom, the invitation clear.
Just one problem. I don’t do bathroom sex. I could say it’s something because of how unsanitary it is, but if you saw my apartment, you’d know I was lying. It’s some mixture of feeling it’s beneath me, but also I just find it stressful for whatever reason. Not being able to know if or when someone will come in. Still I’m not gonna leave Kade hanging, and my horniness is making it really easy to act recklessly. I stand up and follow him to the bathroom.
Inside he’s standing in front of the mirror trying to dry his shirt with paper towels. He makes eye contact with me in the mirror and smiles: “Hello, Sir.”
“Quite a mess you made there boy. A little distracted?” I smirk at him.
“More than a little,” he says, eyes falling toward my crotch. I give his fat ass a hard smack and he lets out a gasp. “More than a little what fag? C’mon be respectful.”
“More than a little SIR. Sorry sir. You might have to punish me so I don’t forget again sir.” My grin widens. Having a fag pretty much beg for punishment, on the job no less, kicks my horniess into overdrive. And for me horny=bold. I yank the fag’s pants down to his knees and pull up on his white briefs in one smooth motion, wedgieing them up his asscrack and exposing his pale white cheeks. And the fag’s response isn’t an “ow” or even a wince, but a whimpered “fuck.”
I barely hear him though, as my gaze is locked on the beautiful porcelain cheeks I’ve uncovered. I was so busy daydreaming about Kaden’s plump cocksucker lips wrapped around my cock that somehow I missed this. Kaden overall has a slimmer build, sure a bit of muscle, but not a lot of meat on his bones and no fat. Because it all collects here, I think to myself as I grip one of his disproportionately fat cheeks. The wedgie is causing him to stand on his tippie toes and arch his back, like his ass is begging to be fondled and I oblige, feeling the light dusting of nearly invisible blond hairs as I run my hand across his cheeks. He let’s out an “mmm” and I remember what I’m supposed to be doing. I raise my hand. There will be no warm up spanks. I bring my hand down with force, a spank hard enough that it makes my own hand tingle, and Kaden lets out a sensual “ah.”
Now, I’m an equal opportunity fucker, I enjoy and love fucking all races equally. One of the highlights of spanking a white boy for me is the quickness that their cheeks turn red, and the way it contrasts with their pale skin. (Whereas with darker skin tones, you have to work harder to earn it, which is satisfying in its own right.) And Kaden’s fat ass is a prime example. One spank and I can see it turning a rosy red as I grope it. And the sight of red causes me, the bull that I am, to go crazy.
I begin spanking Kaden in earnest, the concern over the riskiness of getting caught in a public restaurant bathroom all but gone thanks to the sight of a rosy tear drop ass jiggling delightfully which each spank. I spank him hard his ass grows redder, and as the color deepens Kaden starts losing control too, sultry “ahs” become hissed moans, and then pitiful nonsensical whimpers until finally the reach that sweet sound: a fag begging.
“Ah please sir, please I’m sorry,” SMACK! “Aw fuck I’m sorry sir, please my ass it-” SMACK! “Mmph sir, please, I’m sorry, I’m such a dumb faggot, please I won’t forget ag-” SMACK! “PLEASE!” comes a choked sob.
The shout takes me out of my haze, and I look at Kaden in the mirror. He’s a wreck, tears streaming down his face, which is almost as red as his ass. The pause in spanking causes him to let out sniffled “thank you sir”s. I take stock of this “man” before me. Bent over a public bathroom counter, with a burning red ass, and a tear streaked face, calling me sir.
I had planned to have him blow me under the table. Risky still, but at least I’d be able to see someone coming. Seeing him like this though, the desire to fuck him is strong. I rub his sore cheeks as I think it over. Too risky. But my fingers find their way to the fag’s hole and what I find there changes things. Wetness. Slickness. Lube. The fag let’s out a little moan as I press against it’s hole with two fingers, both of which slip in with ease.
“You’re just a total fucking slut huh? You always come to work lubed up and ready for dick fag?” Kaden looks at me embarrassed.
“No sir. My boyfriend tried to fuck me before my shift.”
“Tried?”
“He has ED. He has trouble finishing.” My grip tightens on the fag’s waistband.
“Is he a good boyfriend otherwise?” The fag nods. I lean in so that our eyes are an inch a part. “I guess it’s too bad you’re a fag who needs good dick more than good a boyfriend.” Kaden’s eyes widen and he let’s out a soft “fuck, you’re right sir.”
And with that my mind is made up. I whip my cock out of my shorts, and Kaden’s eyes widen seeing it uncovered for the first time. “Oh my god, it’s so thick.” He takes it in his hand, feeling the length of it. His hand is soft and feels amazing, but I didn’t come in here for a handjob. I insert a third finger in Kaden’s pussy and he lets out a louder moan sitting back on my fingers like the slut he is. “Oh my god, sir even your fingers are so thick. I want you so bad. But I-” I start finger fucking him and he lets out another moan before continueing “I have to get back to work.”
I glare at him. Then I grip his underwear tighter and pull harder and harder ,causing him to squeal until the stiffness in the underwear gives and the fabric stretches and I bring the waistband over his forehead. The fag looks hilarious, dress in his work shirt, khakis around his knees and an atomic wedgie turning his tighty whities into a thong wedged between his ass still flushed ass cheeks. The fag’s right though;I don’t have time to savor the sight. I move behind him, moving the makeshift thong out from in front of his hole and pressing the head of my cock against it.
It slides in easily and Kaden lets a low groan. His mewling continues as a work the rest of my cock in, thrusting it back and forth, a bit harder when I feel the resistance (his second ring probably), until it’s lodged all the way into his hungry pussy. He lets out a louder moan.
“What is that? What are you hitting? It feels so good, sir. Oh my God. Sir, please, can you cum quickly? I need to get back-” SMACK! as my hand lands on his ass cheek, which causing him to clench and the sudden grip on my cock makes me let out a growled “fuck.”
“How quick I cum is up to you fag. Be a good fucking cum dump and I’ll have you filled in no time.” The fag just gives a nod, new tears pricking his eyes. The sight of more tears is all I need. I start to fuck his ass, hard and rough, and his eyes roll back as leans onto his elbows and begins to whimper and moan like a bitch. He’s doing his part, milking my cock with his ass. Honestly the situation being what it is, I’m not gonna last long. Still there’s one thing missing.
“Look at yourself in the mirror faggot. That’s it, look. Really look,” I say thrusting into him faster now. He looks up, blue eyes shining. “Getting pounded by a stranger in a public restroom at your job like a fucking slut.” A low moan in response, and I slow my thrusting so I can catch my breath and whisper in the fag’s ear: “I bet your boyfriends at home waiting for, trying to convince himself not to be insecure, that his love is enough for you. Little does he know that you’re willing to be bent over, spanked, degraded and wedgied if it means a big cock will dump a load in your hungry, cum-deprived pussy. Now beg me to give you what you need fag.” Tears wet the fags eyes again but he nods.
“Please sir, fuck my cheating hungry pussy.” I thrust into him hard, setting a nice rhythmic rough pace while he grips my cock with his hole. “Please sir. I need your cum inside me so bad. My boyfriend can’t breed me properly and I need a load inside me so bad.” I pick up the pace, leaving my cock mostly inside the fag, giving it nice quick thrusts that cause it to moan again. “Please sir, just like that. You’re so deep sir. You’re so much bigger than him. Please breed me. Fill me sir.” Fuck I’m getting close.
“You want me to fill you up that bad faggot? You gonna keep my cum inside you the rest of your shift like a good boy?”
“Fuck yes sir. I promise sir. I won’t spill a drop. Just give it to me.” His pussy is practically sucking my dick inside it and between the way my ego is ballooning and the sensations this magic ass is performing on me I’m close to the edge, actively resisting to prolong my preorgasm high. And then Kaden takes a deep breath and says: “I’m going to hold your cum inside me and let it dry, and then as soon as I’m done with my shift, I’ll make my fag boyfriend eat out my hole, and lick up the cum of man who could a actually fuck me,” and he grips my dick, somehow massaging it with his hole with a wizardy few bottoms have.
It’s too much. The sight of my cock going in and out of his rosy, tear drop ass, the sight of him with tear stains on his face, underwear stretched so that the waistband is on his forehead, and his words, his promise to have his useless, cuck boyfriend eat my cum from his hole makes my ego fatter than my cock. I give one last hard spank and when his ass clenches in response I lose myself in a delirium of pleasure, thrusting into him and pulling him by his waist so my cock is as deep in his miracle hole as possible as I cum, rope after rope, a voice distantly whispering to me that there’s no way Kaden can hold all my cum inside him, because I’m flooding his pussy, coating his insides with white, but his ass is doing it’s best, squeezing onto my cock tightly, milking it for the precious cum the fag so desperately needs, providing me with wave after wave of pleasure as I keep coming and thrusting, my cock now lubed my own cum, working my load deeper and deeper into Kaden like I’m trying to make sure every inch of his tunnel is painted with my seed. My thrusting slows and then stops as Kaden keeps going, squeezing every last drop of cum out for his formerly famished cum-dump of a pussy.
“Fuck yes sir,” he says continuing to rock his ass on my still hard cock, “Fuck I’m so full of you right now sir. I needed this so bad. You’re cock and cum feel so good to me.” I pull out and he lets out a groan. As the little voice in my head predicted, cum seeps from his well worked hole, but Kaden to his credit doesn’t miss a beat; he brings his hand to his asshole, scoops up the spilled cum with his fingers, and puts them in his mouth. He moans again as he swallows. “Fuck sir you taste so good. My boyfriend is in for such a treat sir.” I roll my eyes, less vulnerable to the flattery now that I’ve cum. My dick is still hard though.
“Gimme your number and I can keep filling in for him.” And so a minute later I leave the restroom, an order for lamb place and a new fag added to the roster.
Author’s note: Hope you enjoyed this! Genuinely, the story was initially going to end with a blowjob in the secluded booth, but I got so wrapped up in the bathroom scene that I realized I had to write out fucking Kaden there. Maybe one day I’ll write the alternative endings (I considered having Kaden pinned against the bathroom door and someone trying to get in). As always feel free to provide feedback or suggestions for future installments.
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