[MM] Waiter gives me (straight, or so I thought) a good first time (Public) (First Time)

“Boys’ night!”

Everybody clinked shot glasses of whisky or tequila.

*What a nightmare. Oh well. Last goodbye, and the first of many.* I smiled to myself at the thought.

A few minutes later we were seated at a table, greeted by a waiter.

“What can I get you boys?” He was dressed in a tight-fitting black button down, with playful green eyes, and black hair.

*All right, even I have to admit, I wouldn’t mind looking like this guy*.

He caught me glancing.

“Contact lenses. I really have brown eyes.” He whispered, and patted my shoulder.

He left his hand there as he took the others orders.

“Five Heinekin’s.” He repeated. “And for you honey?”

He looked down at me. I looked into his green-brown eyes.

“Uh, yeah. Same.”

“Same. Sounds good. Six it is! We get to finish up a whole crate! How about that!”

The table cheered. I cheered too, a little loudly.

I watched the waiter walk away, and caught him glancing back at me. I looked back at the table and everyone was lost in their shot-aftermath.

“Fellas where’s the washroom?”

One of them pointed as best they could.

“Thanks, big help.” I said, and laughed.

I scooted out of my chair and, shocked, felt that I was hard. An intense and swift-moving feeling of guilt and shame flushed through my body and I straight as an arrow walked to the washroom, shoving my hands into my pockets to fein that maybe, just *maybe* the bulge was my hands in my pockets and not my thick, six-inch cock.

I bumped into the waiter.

“Kevin.” He said softly, secretively, grinning. “Yours?”

“Simon.”

“Hot. Same suffix… kind of.”

“Mm.”

“Don’t be shy, I’m only teasing.

*Why can’t I stop staring at your face*.

“Why can’t I take my eyes off of you?” I said aloud, before I even realised.

Kevin took a pause. He set the tray he was holding down.

“Sweetheart, how old are you?”

“I’m 22.”

“Well that’s old enough to start exploring. Don’t feel bad if you like me.” He said seriously, and then flashed a grin. “A *lot* of people like me.”

I nodded. Taking everything in. I felt like I could throw up. I was on the verge of a panic attack.

“Would it make you feel better, Simon, if I showed you how much I like you?”

I didn’t say a word. I nodded. That was all he needed.

“Lenny!” He yelled vaguely in the direction of the kitchen. “I’m going on break!”

“*De nada*!” Came a cigarette-owned voice.

“Come now.” Kevin said, with a little edge in his voice.

“Okay.”

We got outside. It was cold. It was one of those Vancouver days that make up two thirds of the year. Gray. Just rained or just about to rain.

He took a vape out of his jacket pocket. He offered it. I took it.

“So you never done this, eh? Never even kissed a guy?”

“No…” I said, timid.

He whistled. He saw a guy walk passed the alley. Someone he thought was hot. He the whistle for me going and made it for the other guy. It rose and rose and then petered out.

*This guy’s funny.*

“You wanna kiss, sweetheart? Try it?”

I breathed heavily. My heart was in my throat. My cock was thundering. I was certain if he looked down he’d see how hard it was pulsating. And then, “Yes.”

He leaned in. I smelled the blueberry terpenes on his breath and mine. They mixed. So did our tongues, slowly. His was gentle in its exploration, and mine caught on quickly.

I pulled away.

“Fuck, man, I need to catch my breath. I’m sorry.”

“It’s cool, I’ll check my phone.” He said.

I glanced at him, shocked. He was grinning.

“Obviously I’m fucking kidding!” He laughed. “I’m not a total piece of shit.” He paused. “But your pals might be wondering where you are, so…”

He fished in his pockets. He pulled out a business card.

“That’s my number. I work on a whale watching boat as the other part of my job. Gimme a call. For a whale watch… or you can watch me do something else… with you.”

He kissed me on the lips again and then walked back inside.

“Where the fuck you been, guapo?” The cigarette-owned voice of Lenny came.

Then it was gone. Everything. Everything I’d ventured to wonder… everything I’d never ventured to wonder, but wondered about wondering about… I’d done. I’d done it now. But soon my head started ballooning with more thoughts, and I was harder than I’d been in over a year.

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