College Job

“Are you two a couple?” I finally asked Troy and Bradley. I was backstage on my break while we were talking. Usually waiters weren’t allowed to go backstage--- unless they were serving drinks--- but Boss-man didn’t really care. “As long as you’re not bothering the dancers,” he told me.

“We’re on and off.” Troy replied, taking a seat on Bradley’s lap and hanging his arms around him. “Dancers aren’t supposed to date, especially other dancers.”

“But you still date?”

“Yep.” Bradley smiled.

“So…you don’t mind knowing that your boyfriend is sucking and fucking some other guy down the hall from you?”

“We don’t really think about it.” both Troy and Bradley said in harmony.

“When we’re at work,” Troy continued, “we leave the fact we’re a couple at the door. Besides, if Boss-man knew we were dating, we would be fired.”

“Or, Boss-man would change our schedules around so we don’t have the same time slot.” Bradley chimed in.

I smiled at the two as they shared an intimate kiss, ignoring everyone around them as they deepened it. If they had done this in front of me the first or second week I was working, I would have been disgusted. But now that I saw how in love they were, I thought it kind of romantic. It had already been a month since I’d started work here, and I felt comfortable with everyone’s sexuality. I no longer felt disgusted or embarrassed at how the same sex flirted, kissed, and fucked in such a place. Even so, I started to find the strippers fascinating. They were able to do all kinds of stunts on the stripper pole, like hanging upside down with your legs, or other kinds of stuff that the dancers made up. Another thing I noticed that was different between the waiters and dancers; was that the dancers got paid more. I didn’t know why, but my theory was they fuck the clients, while I just waited on them. I didn’t mind though; when I got my first two paychecks; I found that I could pay off three-fourths of my first year at the university. On that night, Bradley and Troy took me out to celebrate. I didn’t know why we had to, but they felt like it, and we all went to Johnny Rockets for dinner. Psymon even tagged along too, so I wouldn’t be the only sober one when we hit the bars after dinner.

Outside of Ace’s, my friends were different. In the club they didn’t seem to be so “cool”, and down to earth as they were at the diner. The only one who’s personality and mood never changed, was Psymon. He always had a sad or stern look on his face. He didn’t smile or laugh once when we were out celebrating, he just sat next to Troy with his Cherry flavored Root Beer, and stared mindlessly out at the other tables. And once in a while, he would glace towards the small jukebox that sat at the edge of the table. He was a real mood killer and sometimes I wondered what he was thinking. Once, when I was in my third week of serving at Ace, I asked him why he acted so cold hearted. But he just brushed me off and knocked me over on the way out of the dressing room.

“Is he always like that?” I asked my friends as they helped me up.

“Sadly,” Troy sighed, “Yes.”

“But…why?”

“Don’t really know.” Bradley replied. “He just has too many problems for one to handle.” I left it at that out of fear that he might punch my lights out. I could probably take him, but he was a good foot taller than me and I didn’t want to chance it.

I stayed backstage for a good solid ten minutes before my shift started back up again. I had nothing better to do then to watch the dancers through the wings and fantasize about me being up there, though I would never do it for real--- I’m such a chicken, I usually choke up just on class presentations.

“How much do you guys make?” I asked, turning my head from the stage and back onto the couple.

“About twice as much as you do.” I heard a gloomy voice say. I jumped a few inches off my chair, and I turned my whole body to find Psymon stepping in though the doorway.

I sat stiff in my seat and bowed my head, so I wouldn’t make any eye contact. It felt weird staring into his cold dark eyes, and I tried to avoid him as much as possible when he was on the main floor. “What are you doing back here?” he asked, “I thought waiters aren’t supposed to be back here.”

“I’m on my break.” I said coldly back to him.

“Oh. Well…do you mind getting me a Bud Light?”

“Sure,” I said, giving him a fake ass smile and cocking my head. “Once I’m back on my shift.” I replied, coldly again. I could tell that there was a real spark between Psymon and I, and it wasn’t romantic. Right after I had said that, I heard my phone’s alarm go off, signaling that my break was over. I quickly turned it off and I got up, looking at Psymon who had a wide toothy grin on his face and holding up a five spot. “Not a word.” I hissed, clenching my teeth together. He said nothing, and I snatched the money out of his hands, and started to walk out. Just as I reached the doorframe, I called out to the dancers to see if they wanted anything. In the end, I had to make two trips because almost everyone wanted something to drink. I gave Psymon his drink last, seeing as he was the one who made me make the trips. I thought about giving him his beer by pouring it over his head. But that would lead to more serious matters, like me getting a black eye, so I left him alone.

Back on the main floor, Boss-man was out and making his rounds to see if everyone was having a good time. I smiled and said hi to him when he passed and got a good hard spanking on the ass in return. I smiled and cheered as I heard Boss-man get on the loud speaker, and yell out a round of drinks was on the house. I didn’t drink, but I cheered to get the crowd cheering. Making my rounds once again to pick up any empty glasses, I was stopped by one of the regulars.

“Yes?” I smiled questioningly at him and his friends, who were sitting at a rather large table. He smiled at me and I could smell the alcohol already on his breath. Trying to keep calm, I kept my smile plastered on my face, and picked up the martini glass he was holding. Once I had taken the glass from him, one of his friends held out a tip for me. I circled around and started to take it from him, but he took it away before I grabbed it.

“No, no, no, Sweet thing.” the drunken regular said to me. He hooked his arm around my slender stomach and pulled me into his lap. I gasped, and I tried to balance and hold down the glasses on my tray. I was lucky that none of them fell or broke, and I gently placed the tray on the table next to me. “That tip is for something different and special.” he slurred his words and breathed in my face as he talked.

“What’s it for?” I asked, seeing the wad of bills in the guy’s hand.

“This is for you,” he started to sway the money in front of my eyes and I followed. “But only if…”

“Only if, what?”

He pulled me back, so I was now leaning up against his stomach, and his mouth was pressed against my ear. He smiled as he stared to speak, and he smelled worse up close. “Only if you suck on my cock, and give me a blowjob.” My eyes widened, and I could start to feel his erection forming and pressing up against my tailbone. I gasped and peeled his arms off me so I could escape. “Come on, sweet thing. It’s just a blowjob.”

“No thank you sir.” I stuttered, trying to find the words and trying to get the feeling of his cock pressing against my back out of my mind. “I’m not that desperate for cash.”

“What? You’re passing up a good deal.” one of his drunken friends replied. “He has some good seed.” Everyone at the table laughed, and I gave out a weak laugh as well. I then started to think about it and wondered how much money we were talking about.

“It’s five hundred dollars.” The drunken bastard read my mind and my eyes widened.

‘Five hundred?’ I thought, ‘that can’t be’. “Can I at least think about it?” I asked, folding my hands in front of me, and pushing all my weight onto one side.

“Sure, Sweetie.” the drunk replied. “The offer expires when I leave.”

“Okay.” I smiled weakly at him, and I picked up my tray and walked swiftly back to the bar. “Fuck!” I gasped, taking in huge breaths of air.

“What’s wrong with you?” Chad asked, coming up behind me, and wondering what was the matter.

“A guy just offered me five hundred dollars.” I proclaimed.

“For what?” he snorted

“For me giving him a BJ.”

“O…M…F…G.” I stared at him for a moment in disbelief; I had never heard those letters coming out of a guy’s mouth before.

“You got that right.” I finally told him. “But I don’t know if I should give it to him.”

“Dude, go for it!”

“Go for what?” Troy asked, coming up behind us and sitting on the empty bar stool.

“Someone just offered Sky here five hundred dollars to give him a blowjob. “Chad said with a smile

“Totally go for it.” Troy said, agreeing with the head waiter.

“Why should I?” I argued. “I have enough money as it is, so why should I want more. I don’t need anything else.”

“Dude,” Troy said, pulling an arm over my shoulders. “This is a once in a life time event, not many customers ask a waiter to suck them off. And don’t you want to get a head start for next year?” He paused to let me speak, but when I didn’t, he continued. “Besides, five hundred dollars is three times more than we charge. Five hundred can get you an hour with me.”

“Seriously?” I asked, shocked to hear such a high price for just an hour with a dancer. I heard from my friends about three hundred dollars, but never as much as five hundred.

“Yep,” Chris chimed in, and he handed me a pamphlet that had a picture of the ace of spades on it. He opened it up to the third page, where the list of prices and dancers fees were. “See here,” and he pointed to Troy’s stage name, and I saw that it read “one hour…$500” I then looked at the stage names and I noticed that each dancer charged different prices. And I noticed “Master” was the most expensive of them all.

“Who’s that?” I asked pointing to the name. Chris, Troy and Chad all gathered around the small page and stared at where I was pointing.

“It’s Psymon.” Troy confirmed, and he looked at me to read my expression. “He’s so expensive, because he likes to torture the clients when he gives them pleasure.”

“I don’t even know why he’s called ‘Master.” Chad scuffed, “He should be called ‘The Pet”

“Why?” I asked.

“Cause he is Boss-man’s freaking pet.” Troy replied, placing an elbow on the counter and leaning on it.

I started to zone out after I heard Psymon was the Boss’s pet and stared at the pamphlet, thinking over the situation I was in. Thinking hard, I realized that if I was offered that much money, I must have been thought of as a hot guy---if not, cute. And I was kind of saving up for an apartment next year.

“I’ll do it.” I blurted out, turning my head in Troy’s directions. “I’ll do it.”

“You will?” all three of them asked, and I quickly nodded so I wouldn’t change my mind.

“Yeah…I will.”

“Well, if you are going to suck someone off, you can’t do it on the floor. You have to do it in one of the rooms.”

“Can I borrow yours then?” I asked Troy.

“Let me think about that, but what I was thinking was that you could use the empty room at the end of the hall.”

“But doesn’t Boss-man have the keys to all the empty rooms?”

“That’s why I am going to ask Psymon to get the key to the room.”

“What!” I yelled out, loading drinks onto my tray. “He won’t give me the key.”

“I’m not telling him it‘s for you.” Troy said with a smile, and he walked away to find Psymon. I watched as Troy made his way through the crowd and into the hallway before I carried the drinks to their tables.

I took a route that passed by the drunk, and told him that I would give him his blowjob. He smiled and stood up at a drop of a pin and started to unzip his pants

“Not here.” I told him, “I’ll come and get you when everything is ready.” I gave him a weak smile and walked off; wondering if this was the right thing to do.

I didn’t hang onto the thought that I was going to suck on a guy’s cock, I actually forgot about it about ten minutes after I told the drunk. But thirty minutes later, Troy walked up to me and handed me a small brass key.

“Go get ‘em.” he whispered into my ear as he handed me the key, and my stomach started too knot up. I groaned and looked in the direction of the drunk. I had cut him off from any more alcohol, but his friends kept on giving him their drinks.

Placing my tray on the bar, I told Chris that I was going on my second break for the night, and walked over towards the customer. Smiling down at him when I got to the table, I placed my hands on the inside of his thighs and told him to follow me. All his friends cheered as we left, and I didn’t turn back to see what they were doing. I twisted the key in my hands as I led the customer towards the empty room. My heart started to pound in my chest as I got closer. As we passed by other dancers, I held my breath as they gave me random glances. I stopped for a moment when I passed by Psymon who gave me the coldest glare that I’ve ever seen. The drunk behind me bumped into me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and asked what the matter was. I tried to hide my expression as I caught wind of his breath and walked on, ignoring the cold glance Psymon was giving me. As I turned the key in the lock I tried the best I could to keep the guy behind me at bay. He started to get a little too frisky, and he started touching me all over. Before I stepped into the room, I glanced back over at Psymon, whom I’d discovered was now gone, and I grew kind of worried, thinking that he was going to rat me out to Boss-man. I pushed it out of my head after a second, and led my client into the dark room.

The guy didn’t waste any time and he forced his lips onto mine, catching me by surprise. I tried not to gag as I could taste the liquor on his breath, and I tried to push him off me so I could get the job over and done with. I failed miserably, so I just let him kiss me and I started to kiss back, forcing my tongue into the drunk’s mouth and roaming it around. I heard the customer moan, and slide a hand up the inside of my black tee I was wearing. I gasped at the touch, and held him tighter to my body. Feeling his erection, I recalled what I came here to do, and I lead him towards the naked mattress on the floor. Giving him a fake evil smile, I pushed him down and got on my knees. I gulped when fumbling with the zipper, trying to pull it down over the guy’s hard erection. I was able to get hold of it and pull it down, taking another gulp as I did---much harder and bigger this time---as I slid my hand into his open zipper. I gasped and stared in disbelief at the size of this drunk’s cock when I took it out. I took it in both hands and started caressing it.

“It’s huge!” I finally gasped, taking my arm and measuring the length with the size of that--- it was bigger than my forearm and hand put together.

“You like it?” He breathed and I nodded. It was huge, and I was kind of jealous and embarrassed compared to my size. “Suck it then.” I nodded again, and I started pumping both my hands over his throbbing cock. My mouth hung ope the entire time I was stroking it, taking it in inch by throbbing inch. I had never seen a cock this big before and my mind started to get curious on how it tasted. Licking my lips, I leaned in and stretched my tongue out and licked the underside of his cock. We both let out a moan at the same time, but for different reasons. For me, it was the texture and feeling of the guy’s cock pulsing on my tongue, And for the drunk, it was the feeling of my hot tongue running along the underside of his huge dick. As I licked the tip, I could taste the semen that was starting to ooze out of it. I swallowed and moaned again, this time I moaned at the taste, which triggered a switch in my head, and I quickly engulfed his head. I began sucking on it, sucking out the seed and drinking it all up. As I sucked, I continued to stroke his cock, getting as much of him as I possibly could, and loving the sweet and bitter taste of his pre-cum.

He moaned, running his fingers though my hair. I smiled and starting to twirl my tongue around his enormous dick. He moaned even louder, and pushed my head down. I gasped and started to choke and gag on him, I even thought I was going to throw up after he let my head go after three minutes. I gasped again when I was finally let go, and started coughing.

“God, Shit!” I gasped. The customer laughed at my reaction, and so I smiled with him and continued to stroke him. I grabbed his balls, massaging them, juggling them from side to side. Another moan escaped my client, and I found my mouth back over his head. Moaning, I started bobbing my head, trying to get as much of him into my mouth and throat without gagging. Again, I started feeling his bony fingers slide in and out of my hair. I moaned and started bobbing my head faster and faster. I slid a hand up and down his shaft, as I sucked on his head and played with his balls in my other hand. The customer’s moans started to heat up and grow louder. Soon he started thrusting his hips into my mouth, allowing more of him to slide in and out of my mouth. The more I sucked, the more his moans turned into groans, and he soon was thrusting erratically.

“Fuck…fuck…open your mouth!” He groaned out, standing up so that he was towering over me. Not thinking, I opened my mouth, and watched as he finished stroking himself and groaning out as he came. I quickly shut my eyes as I saw the first strands of seed coming towards me, coating my entire face. I had my eyes closed for the rest of the episode, only feeling the guy’s seed coating my face and landing in my mouth. When I felt like my mouth was full, I closed and swallowed. Again, my mind was a total blank, and opened once again.

“Wow,” the client breathed, staring down at me and smiling. I smiled, showing him my cum filled teeth and gave a small chuckle. “That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.” His smile got bigger and he pulled out the wad of money I saw earlier, and he began placing the bills over my white coated face.

“Thank you.” I replied, and I started peeling off the cum-painted bills off my face.

“No, thank you.” He said back, and placed his cock back in his pants, and walked out of the room. It was only after the customer left, and I was wiping the cum off my face, that my senses started to kick back in. Staring at my cum- coated hands, I started to panic, and the thought that I might get AIDS---or something like that ---- crossed my mind, and I quickly ran from the room. I hid my face and hands as I cut through the backstage dressing room, and I quickly made my way to the bathroom. Finding myself in the same stall I was in the first night on the job, I shut the door behind me. I dropped to my knees, and started forcing my fingers down my throat, throwing up all the seed that I had just swallowed.

“Hello?” I heard a voice over my vomiting. “Are you OK?”

I didn’t answer at first. I cleaned myself up before I flushed the toilet, and I came out to fine Troy. “Oh, hi.” I said, embarrassed. “Sorry you had to hear that.”

“That’s fine, I hear it most of my time here; it happens. But how about you, are you okay?”

“No, I’m not.” I made my way over to the sink and started washing my hands and face.

“What’s wrong?” He came over and hopped up on the counter next to me. “Did the blowjob go okay? You didn’t do anything stupid, like swallow the seed or vomit on the guy, did you?” I gave him a stern, serious look, and he clasped his hand over his mouth. “Shit, you didn’t?”

“That’s why I was throwing up…I swallowed it. I didn’t know what to do, and I swallowed. Fuck, you can’t get this stuff off.” I started scrubbing my face and hands harder. “Fuck!” I started to tear up, and started worrying that I might have gotten an STD. Out of frustration, I slammed a fist against the stall wall next to me.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Troy said, trying to quiet me down. “Stop worrying. It was your first time, things happen. I remember I swallowed the first time I sucked a dick.”

“But this wasn’t any dick.” I replied. “It was a fucking huge dick!”
“How big was it?” He asked, and I held up my arm, stretching out my fingers and he chuckled. “Dude, only five inches; that’s not that big.”

“No,” I gasped, “it was the size of my fucking arm!” I grabbed my wrist and flipped my arm around in front of him.

“Shit, that’s fucking huge, even for me.”

“I know, and I sucked it. God, I’m such a fucking pervert, I’m not even gay. Now I’m scared that I might get AIDS.”

“Dude…don’t think that.” He grabbed both sides of my face, and made me stare into his eyes. “You don’t have that, nor any other STD.”

“But, I didn’t even know that guy, what if he does?”

Troy stayed quiet for a moment and sighed. “Fine, if you are that scared…then Bradley and I can take you to get an STD test.”
“Really?”

“Yeah. besides, we need to have a check up on ourselves,” he smiled and gave me a big hug. I wiped my tears away and tried not to worry. “Um…Sky.”

“Yeah?”

“You‘re digging into my thigh,” he laughed, and I quickly pushed away, covering my groin and glowing bright red. He laughed at my gesture and reaction, covering his mouth with his hands and trying to hide his smile. “Want me to get rid of that for you?”

“No…I’m fine.” I said. I was so caught up in my worrying of getting an STD, that I forgot for a minute that I had gotten an erection while sucking the guy off.

Troy laughed even more, and grabbed my hand and led me towards the handicapped stall in the back. I gulped as he gave me an evil smirk, and strolled over towards me. I gulped even more when he dropped to his knees and started unzipping my jeans. My breath started to shorten, and I gave out another gasp when I was exposed to the cold air. Looking down at Troy, I saw he had lust in his eyes, and I could tell that there was no way of stopping him. Closing my eyes, I smiled and gasped for the fourth time as he slowly started sucking me off.