From: isxios@dnaco.net (Hector)
Subject: The Busboy
Date: 30 Jun 1998 13:31:15 GMT

The Busboy

Of course, they'd want coffee and cake. It was only midnight. There I was,
the only waiter not to have gone home yet waiting for my last table to
leave. The G.M. was in the office, doing whatever it is he does. The
closing busboy was cleaning some of the tables the other waiters were too
lazy to clean off for themselves, and I was, as always, distracted by his
looks. His name was Alfonso, and to say he was hot would be an immense
understatement. He was about five feet eleven inches tall, dark skinned and
very muscular with just a dusting of hair on his chest and arms. This I
knew from seeing him get into uniform in the employee men's room.) His hair
was smooth and black. His eyes as green as emeralds. His ass, to get to the
point, was as beautiful as it was possible for it to be. I suddenly
realized the gentleman at the table was calling me over. Finally, he wanted
the check. I gave a silent thanks to the gods and gave it to him. Alfonso
went into the deserted kitchen to deposit his bucket full of dirty dishes
and cutlery, while I began to clear off the table that had paid and gone.

The restaurant was soon as clean as it would be that night, and Alfonso
headed for the Employee men's room to change. I retrieved my bag from my
locker and followed.  Alfonso had already put on his jeans and was starting
to button the white shirt that smelled of Kouros. His lovely, muscular
chest was beautifully contrasted. I removed my shirt, and for only an
instant felt as if he was watching me as I did it. I looked over only to
find him busily finishing his buttoning. My body, though certainly not as
well developed as Alfonso's, is none the less quite nice to look at, and
when I removed my trousers I felt certain he was watching my every
movement. I turned once more to see what he was doing, and found him
sitting on the bench with his right foot on the bench, his fingers entwined
inthe seeker laces, staring directly at me. I felt odd. Not embarrassed,
but strangely nervous. Had I not had this very dream several times?

He stood, never taking his eyes off me, and walked over. I reached for my
jeans. "No, don't," he said as he reached for my hand. Taking hold of it,
he moved it behind my back as he came up against me, my naked chest against
his covered chest. He put his arms around me, and kissed me ever so gently,
perhaps hoping not to scare me away. Of course, there wasn't a chance in
hell that I was going to be scared off. Not after having secretly lusted
after this man for the last six months. I kissed him in return. More
forcefully, letting him know that I wanted this. As I kissed him back his
tongue reached for mine, and we were off. I used my free hand to undo two
of his buttons, but he stopped kissing me and ripped his shirt open, losing
a few buttons in the process.  That move was the most erotic thing he could
have done at the moment, because it toldme not to be gentle, to go for what
I wanted.

I grabbed him by the back of the head, and pulled his lips to mine, forcing
my tongue deep into his waiting mouth. I pinched his right nipple with my
left hand and felt his knees almost give out under him from the pleasure of
my hard pinch. His hands were busy reaching into the back of my CK's, his
fingers searching for my willing hole. When he found it, he wasted no time
in slipping his finger in, making me moan loudly. It crossed my mind that
the G.M.  might hear us, but it didn't seem to matter. I was lost in him. I
could smell him, touch him, taste him. The movement of his finger inside
me, and the feeling of his hard cock pressing up against my pubic area were
driving me crazy. I released his mouth and went for his nipple, now
sensitive from all the pinching. My movement forced him to remove his
finger from within me, giving me yet another sensation to deal with.
Alfonso's chest was just hairy enough to make it irresistible, andlittle
enough to make the beauty of his muscles easy to see. He moaned softly as I
took tentative bites at his hard nipple, and I couldn't help but think that
I wanted to just eat him up from head to toe.

He ran his fingers through my hair as I chewed his nipple until it was
red. He pulled at my hair, and brought his lips to mine. He wanted control
of this situation, and why shouldn't I let him have it. I knew what I
wanted, and also knew I would get it. Of course, a little resistance would
show him I wasn't completely subservient. I pulled back, refusing his kiss,
and then pulled his mouth to mine. A game yes, but fun to play. He accepted
this, and grabbed at my ass with both hands. He pulled up, actually lifting
me off the floor. Proving how strong he was, he knelt as he lifted me,
eventually seating me on the bench. He let his hand drift to the back of my
knees, and pulled. My back hit the wall as he lifted my legs and bent over
to taste my ass. I don't think I have to truly explain how good it felt to
have his warm, wet tongue make contact with my asshole, but good it felt.
He was certainly not an inexperienced man, not the way he skillfully licked
and probed my asshole with his tongue. He began to lick in that sensitive
area between balls and asshole, and I moaned so loud, I was sure someone
had heard. He noticed my sudden nervousness, reassured me there was nothing
to worry about, and went back to work.  He kissed and licked my balls with
a kind of adoration that made my heart feel heavy in my chest. As if he'd
never in his life beheld so beautiful a thing as my manhood. I hated to
break up his worship of my cock and balls, but I just had to do to him what
he was doing to me. I had to taste him in the way he'd tasted me.

I sat up before he could take my dick into his mouth and simply, and quite
authoritatively, told him to stand up. He did, and his hard, uncut cock
stood before me.  Proud and defiant. Daring me to suck it. Daring me to pay
ithomage. Alfonso lifted his left leg as I bent my neck to lick the
delicious overhang of skin that called to me. I took the skin between my
lips and pushed my tongue into the opening, causing him to pull back
slightly, as if he'd felt too much. I closed my hand around his balls, and
pulled his big cock into my mouth. The bench creaked as I moved, bobbing up
and down on his cock until I was deepthroating him with every thrust of his
hips.  The feeling in my body was building with every move he made, and I
was afraid to touch myself for fear of coming too soon.

He pulled his cock from my mouth and knelt before me once more as he put
both of his hands on my face. How tender a move, I thought as he kissed
me. He moved his hands to my shoulders ever so slowly and pulled at me,
bringing me to my knees on the floor with him. We sat, and I flinched as my
butt hit the cold tile floor. He pulled me close to him by pulling my
ankles to either side of him. I could see where he was going withthis, and
my excitement grew.  He looked at my face, looking for permission and saw
it there as plain as day. He reached for his back pack, lying but a foot or
so from where we now sat and pulled out a condom and a small tube of KY.
Handing me the condom, he unscrewed the top of the tube and deposited some
in his palm. I ripped open the foil as he slid a couple of very slippery
fingers in to me. I put the condom on the head of his cock, pulled back the
foreskin, and rolled it down to the base. A tight fit. He pulled me as
close as was humanly possible to be, and I lifted myself just enough to
give his cock access to my asshole.

My mind exploded, it seemed, as his engorged member entered me so slowly
that I thought it would never stop entering. It was at this time that I
truly realized how big his cock was, for even sitting as we both were, it
reached deep, deep inside me. There we sat for a while, his cock deep
inside me, and his tongue in my mouth. My body was shivering, andhis kisses
warmed me as he began to move, pushing himself even further into me.
Picture us, then, sitting on the floor of this bath/changing room, face to
face, sweating as he fucked me. How it felt to kiss his hungry mouth as I
was fucked into bliss.

He withdrew, and we stood, his hands never leaving my body as he turned me
around so as to fuck me some more. I looked at him and held my place. He
saw it in my face as surely as I'd seen it in his. I wanted, no needed to
fuck him, and I needed it now. For a moment, I thought he would refuse, but
when he turned around and pulled my arms around him, I felt happy. He bent
over, reaching for another condom and then knelt to suck my cock before
putting it on. As I entered his tight hole, I could feel him shaking. God,
I thought, he's never been fucked before.  He's experienced, just not in
this. It made me even more excited to think I was the first man to ever
enter him. His moans were low and deep, as was my cock in him. I fucked
himlike a mad man. Gentle at first, but with a fury I'd never felt before.
I felt the final moment coming on, and I plunged in to the hilt, letting
the cum flow to fill the condom to capacity. I could feel his hole
contracting violently, and his body shaking as he blew his load all over
the floor . . .

We collapsed onto the floor, sweaty and spent, but wanting more. "I like to
finish what I start--" Alfonso said in that beautifully accented
voice of his. "I don't work tomorrow. Do you?"

"No," I answered, causing the biggest, brightest smile on his face I'd
ever seen in my life.

"We'll finish this at my place," he said, and off we went.


Isxios
Athena grant you the strength and courage to fight for what you 
believe, and the wisdom to know when you are beaten.

I hope for you one thing, that when Hades and Persephone smile upon 
you that day in the future, you will say unto them thank you, for my 
life was good and this rest deserved.