Date: Sun, 02 May 2004 01:38:06 +0000
From: Rascal
Subject: College Job

This is a true story that happened about three years ago when I was still
in college. As with most college kids, I was constantly trying to make ends
meet. I lived at home and commuted to school each day. Not living in the
dorms helped to keep costs down, but I was still working two, sometimes
three, part-time jobs to pay for tuition, books, and the variety of
miscellaneous expenses that always seem to pop up.

One day, I overheard two male classmates talking about all the dough they
had made from the previous night. One of them said it was the easiest three
hundred bucks he had ever made. I was curious as to what kind of job they
could have that would pay so much.  I didn't really know the guys, but I
had seen them around campus a lot. They were typical frat boys. Their names
were Dean and Mark. They were always hanging around the commons, tossing a
football about, and basically just goofing around. They never seemed to be
hurting for money. Some guys have all the luck!

I approached them and asked about the job they were talking about. They
said they were wait staff for a small catering company. I told them that
didn't seem like it would pay a lot. Dean said most of the time it didn't,
but sometimes, with the right client, the tips were great.  I remember Mark
laughed when Dean said that. I gave them my phone number and asked them to
pass it on to the owner. They took my number, but I didn't really expect
much out of it. I could understand if they didn't want someone to hoard in
on their good fortune.

I was surprised when Dean called me three weeks later. He said there was
going to be another catering job with the client who had tipped big, and he
wanted to know if I would join him. Mark couldn't make it because it was
Christmas break, and he had gone home to his folks. I asked him what all
was involved. He said it was really easy. This businessman was throwing a
dinner party for 10 guests. The meal would already be prepared, and all we
had to do was serve it. I asked him what I needed to wear, and he said it
was very casual and it didn't matter. It sounded like a pretty good deal,
so I juggled my schedule around and told Dean and I would be there.

It was about 6 o'clock when I arrived at the businessman's home. This guy
wasn't hurting for money. The house was huge!  I arrived a little bit
early, and it didn't seem like Dean was there yet. I hesitantly knocked on
the door. An older man, about 45 with graying hair, answered. I introduced
myself, and he invited me in.  He was the business man who was hosting the
party. His name was John, and he seemed a little surprised to see me. I
told him Mark couldn't make it, so Dean had asked me to fill in. John asked
me if I was comfortable with the arrangements. I asked him what
arrangements, and that was when I learned exactly what my job would entail.

It seems Dean had "forgotten" to tell me that I would be serving the food
naked! John was hosting a dinner party for 10 of his friends. John was gay,
and the other guests were all gay men.  I'm a pretty open-minded guy, and I
figured what people did in their own homes was their own business, but I
was pretty shocked. John could tell I was a little taken aback, and he
seemed kind of mad that Dean hadn't told me. He said he would understand if
I didn't want to do it, but if I wanted to go through with it he'd give me
an extra $100.

Now, I'm a pretty decent looking guy. I'm about 5'11 and 160 pounds. I have
curly brown hair and a light complexion. I'm in good shape; I work out at
the gym but I am in no way a muscle guy. And I'm definitely not an
exhibitionist! The truth is I'm really kind of shy about my body. I don't
like showering in the gym, and I have never even gone shirtless at the
beach. But still, the money seemed pretty tempting. I told John that I
really needed the money, but I didn't think I was the type of guy he was
looking for. I told him I had never done anything like this, and I was a
pretty shy guy. He just kind of chuckled to himself. He placed his hand on
my shoulder and said I would do just fine.

The next hour or so seemed like a blur. Dean had shown up and we were
pretty busy setting things up and learning where everything went. I
sarcastically thanked him for letting me know what was going on, and he
just laughed. We were so busy that I didn't have a chance to be nervous.
Soon, the doorbell rang and the first of the guests arrived. John told us
to go into the kitchen and get ready, which basically meant get undressed.

Dean had no qualms about getting undressed. He started peeling off clothes
and was practically naked by the time we entered the kitchen. In fact, he
was already taking off his boxers before I had even untied my shoes. His
years of playing football had given him strong shoulders and a lean
athletic body.  As he stepped out of his boxers, I was surprised to see
that he had shaved his pubic hair! His body was hairless except for a small
patch right above his cock.  I hate to admit it, but he was pretty well
endowed. He had these massive low hangers that flopped up and down as he
walked.  I thought of my own average looking private parts and wondered
what the heck I was doing there. I took a deep breathe and decided to just
go for it. I rationalized that I would never see these people again. I
quickly got out of my clothes and joined Dean who was waiting for me by the
door.

My heart was pounding so loud in my chest when we walked in that I swear
Dean must have heard it. Most of the guests had arrived. They were all
seated in the living room, and all eyes looked up when Dean and I entered.
All the men were in their forties and fifties. They must have been pretty
successful because they were all dressed in suits and were well
groomed. None of them hesitated in checking us out. It felt weird being in
a room completely naked and having other men staring at you. And they did
more than just look. Dean walked right up to them and asked what they
wanted to drink. Some of the men reached out and placed their hand on
Dean's butt when they told him what they wanted. One guy even lifted Dean's
ball sack with his hand and commented on how big and lovely they were! Dean
didn't seem phased at all. He went about his business and smiled and nodded
his head.

When Dean left to get the drinks, all eyes focused on me.  They probably
could tell I was a little nervous, so no one touched me or anything. One
guy said he thought my dick head was pretty large, and another said he
liked my hairy legs and chest. I must have blushed so they all started to
laugh and someone started to call me "Mr. Shy Guy." That became the running
gag for the rest of the evening. Everyone started to call me Mr. Shy Guy.

I have to admit that after a while I was getting comfortable. All the men
were laid back and easy going. It felt nice getting attention and having
people compliment you and view you as a sexual being. As Dean and I were
serving dinner some of the guests began patting me on the ass and asking
how Mr. Shy Guy was doing. It was all just a positive and open
environment. It felt nice.

After a while, though, the pats on my ass and the other various touches to
my body began to have an effect. I was never used to such attention and
soon I was sporting wood. That just brought peals of laughter among the
group. No one was mean; it was friendly laughter and even encouragement.  I
felt a little brazen. One guy wanted to know how stiff I could get. I
stepped back from the table and gave my cock a couple of good jerks. That
sent my cock straight up, and it went rigid against my stomach. Some
Mr. Shy Guy! Everyone applauded and for the rest of the dinner whenever my
cock seemed to dip a little, everyone would shout out for me to give it a
couple of yanks.

As Dean and I were taking dirty plates back to the kitchen, I felt a little
awkward. Obviously, I was enjoying myself out there, and I wondered what
Dean was thinking about me. When we were alone, he just started to laugh,
though, and shake his head. Although it wasn't as stiff as mine, his cock
was also enjoying the attention of the evening. He smiled, spread out his
arms and legs so his cock was in its full glory and said, "Just enjoy it!"

When we got back into the dining room, John got up from his chair and said
it was time for dessert. He asked me to join him in the kitchen while Dean
finished collecting the plates and handing out coffee. John took me aside
and asked how I was doing. I looked down at my erect cock and gave him a
"How do you think I'm doing?" look. He laughed and slapped me on my back.

"It's good being among men, isn't it?" he said.

I smiled and nodded, and then he handed me the cake and followed me to the
dinning room.  As I entered the dinning room someone shouted that my dick
had dropped a little and said I better fix it. I placed the cake on the
table and gave my stiff cock a few tugs. Everyone started to laugh, and
then John walked behind me and started to stroke my cock.

"Don't stop." he whispered.

Everyone started to clap and encourage me, so I placed my hand on John's
hand and started to stroke my dick. It never felt so good. John let go and
started to rub my shoulders and caress my sides as I started to beat my
meat with full force. I closed my eyes; it felt so good. All eyes were on
me and cheering me and telling me to come. It didn't take long. Soon, I
shot the most massive load I have ever made. I never had so much juice. It
just kept spurting, and all I could hear was applause. My legs must have
given out on me, for I fell into John and he was holding me up by the
armpits. I opened my eyes and saw that my shoulders and chest was covered
with my spunk. Everyone was smiling and clapping from the show I had given.

It was the best evening of my life!