How the Coronavirus Jump-Started my Sex Life - 57. Chapter 57

Dinner Break

Shortly after 6:00, the soon-to-be high school graduate Jack, the hunky married construction worker Javier, the tall ebony stud Darrel, and I were seated at the breakfast table in a nook beside the outdoor patio where we could keep an eye on our colleagues Alan, Pedro, Larry, and Vance as they took over serving the guests while we ate dinner.

Our dinner was carefully selected to be “light” but nutritious by Samuel, Billy’s husband and tonight’s chef. Samuel turned out to be in his mid-thirties with the bulk one might expect of a chef who samples his creations a lot. He had a cute smile but was mostly deadly serious as he supervised the plating of our dinners and the kitchen staff of 3. Dinner consisted of a very tasty chef’s salad with almost everything you could imagine in it, a small bowl of tomato bisque soup, and a large bowl of melon balls, strawberries, banana slices, and other bites of fruit.

Darrel still looked unbelievably macho in his canary yellow Speedo’s that showcased the dark masculinity of his smooth, well-developed chest and abs over a large sausage that lay barely encased in fabric across his left pelvis. Imagining that thing at full staff almost made me apoplectic! Jack was skinny and lily-white by comparison. His pale green Jockey-brand low-rise briefs showed a slender butt and a package that was probably not quite fully grown yet. He was still in his twink stage, which I thought was probably very appealing to some of the guests. Javier, like Darrel, obviously carried a significant piece in his pants. Not as tall as Darrel, Javier had massive pecs covered in medium-dense brown fur and arms I suspected were not from gym workouts but from actual heavy work. His legs were quite strong-looking, too, and also covered in body hair. Javier was the most solidly built of tonight’s servers. He was simply thicker all over than the rest of us. All over. His thickness was advertised rather than hidden by his red Emporio Armani briefs that were so filled it looked as if his penis could pop out the top at any moment. I felt big and masculine when I looked at Jack but small and girly when I ogled either Darrel or Javier.

The four of us chatted a bit about our experience so far at the party. Both Javier and Darrel quietly warned Jack and me that our costumes might come off later in the night and that we could expect to get propositioned for afterhours.

“We aren’t allowed to take money for sex,” Darrel explained, “but there is no question you get higher tips from the guest that you serve more personally, if you get my drift.”

Even the schoolboy nodded in understanding but I must admit it still sounded a lot like prostitution to me.

“I really love these parties,” Javier shared, “because Maria says I can do anything I want as long as I come home with at least a thousand dollars. At the Labor Day party, I made over twice that much. It paid for a lot of new clothes for the kids for school last year. We’re hoping to take a little family vacation on what I make today.”

“Where will you go?” I asked.

“Disneyland, of course. The kids are dying to go.”

“You’ll need lots of tips to pay for that,” Darrel observed.

Javier smiled. “Maria says to do whatever I must to earn that money.”

“For you, that will be easy, my friend,” Darrel said.

“And for you, too, dude,” Javier said back.

When we finished our dinners, we had a few minutes before our 7:00 shift, so we all went back to the bathrooms and the dressing room to freshen up a little and change into something sexier. Honestly, I couldn’t imagine what those big guys could possibly put on that was sexier.

When we returned to the backyard deck, Jack was wearing a cherry-red Andrew Christian number that showed his butt to be a bit meatier than it had looked in his Jockey’s. Darrel had traded the yellow Speedo for lavender silk boxer briefs that allowed his endowment to flop around as he walked. Okay, that’s sexier! Not to be outdone, Javier had chosen a pair of Aussie Bums in pale blue. The seam that split his extra-firm melons made me as happy to watch him walk away as to watch him walk towards me. And I had traded my Speedo for a pair of undershorts that were as tight as they could be, were metallic silver in a slinky fabric blend, and featured a rear seam, too. Nobody would miss me!

I met Alan at the bar, where we took a moment to organize ourselves. He said he wanted to change and I volunteered to take the dinner orders while he was away. Then we could divide the serving of the meals and getting additional drinks. I watched Alan’s butt cheeks flex in his blue Calvin’s as he walked into the house to change.

“Hi, Greg,” I said to the cute ginger bar keep.

“You’re looking pretty daring in those silver shorts,” he grinned.

“Gotta earn those tips, you know.”

We both chuckled.

“Here are your dinner order forms,” he said as he handed me a stack of pages about one-fourth the size of a sheet of paper.

I perused them, seeing they only required a name, desired time, and a few checkmarks. This should be a relatively easy task.

“Do I give them back to you or take them into the kitchen?”

“Take them to the kitchen, please, so I don’t have to leave my post.” He handed me a pen. “You’ll need this.”

“Thanks.” I accepted the pen, nodded to Greg, and glanced at Jack, who had just come to the bar.

I stepped to the side where I could sit on the lip of a planter while I worked on my order forms. I wrote in each man’s name, which was a way of reminding me of their names. I placed them in order and picked up my server’s tray. As I started back to my serving zone, Billy motioned to me so I walked over to the management section.
“Hi, gentlemen,” I said cheerily as I looked at Trevor, Brady, and Billy seated behind the tables.

They mumbled a greeting and Brady rewarded me with a huge smile and an obvious wink that made my dick twitch.

“How are you doing so far?” Billy inquired.

“Fine, I think. My tips for the first hour were good.”

“Dressed like that,” Brady said, “the tips will only get better.”

I looked at my favorite APD officer, gave a modified curtsy, and said in a bad Southern drawl, “Thank you, kindly, good sir.”

“I’m glad everything is going well, Cal,” Billy said. “There will be more going on now with serving dinner and the entertainment time following. Don’t feel frantic about things. Your guests can wait a few minutes for a fresh drink or whatever. You seem to be doing well and the guests are responding to you. Keep up the good work and don’t hesitate to let us know if you run into any problems.”

“Sure. Well, I’d better check on my guests,” I said before smiling at all my bosses and turning to stroll over to my section.

Dinner Service

On my first pass through the guests, I passed out their order forms so they could study their choices. Most of them took the opportunity to greet me after my hour away and everyone (except Han and Charlie) complimented me on how good/sexy/hot/luscious/etcetera I looked in the silver boxers.

I walked back through the area conscious of many eyes on me as I moved. It was a strange feeling to know that I was being watched and lusted after by a dozen or more men. I caught sight of Jack and Pedro working as a team in the next section over. Jack looked cute in his red Andrew Christians and Pedro looked obscenely hot in his silky white bikinis. His ass cheeks and the indentation at the top of his crack showed from behind while his mouthwatering burrito wobbled about in the front. I felt a slug of blood lurch into my penis as I explored the territory of Pedro’s macho body with my eyes.

I was about halfway through collecting the dinner orders when Alan reappeared wearing his pink compression shorts with the waistband rolled down so the beginnings of his asscrack were visible as well as the top few hairs of his pubes above his packed genital pouch. He got wolf whistles from the military contingent as he passed. He came to me while I was chatting with Lucien as he gave me his order form.

“How do I look?” he asked with a proud grin.

“Honestly?”

His face clouded over a bit. “Yeah. Of course.”

“Like you want to get fucked.”

He dead-eyed me with a shocked look for a second or two, then shrugged and said, “Well, Big Mac is waiting for me in a couple of hours.”

“So, I guess you’re going to get what you’re advertising for.”

“Gees, Cal, why are you being so snarky?”

He was right. I was being unsupportive. “I’m sorry, Alan, I don’t mean to be. You do look extremely sexy in that outfit and, of course, you are still drop-dead gorgeous. And, you make me want to fuck you, seeing you like that.”

He thought about it for a moment, then smiled. “No problemo.”

“I’ve got most of the dinner orders here,” I informed him.

“Should I check for drinks?”

“Yeah. I’ll finish with these and get them into the kitchen.”

Over the next hour, all of us servers were moving about with full or empty food trays, drinks, and orders in our heads. It was fun to banter with the other guys when we were both at the bar together or when we would meet at the kitchen door with our food trays. Sometimes it seemed like a Saturday night at a Chili’s back in pre-pandemic times. Sometimes it seemed more like behind the scenes at a Bel Ami filming shoot. Well, only Jack and Vance would quality for Bel Ami. I guess this shoot would be either a Corbin Fisher or Men.com shoot. Sometimes I was completely flaccid and sometimes I had a partial erection straining the silver shorts. The freeing thought was that it was quite okay if someone figured out that I was turned on.

As the hour went on, my wad of tips, kept in a small jar that had originally contained olives, kept growing. I was picking up $20 most of the time for handling dinner. Alan was doing okay, too, and I noticed that almost everyone was tipping his ass rather than his pubic hairs. Interesting. For me, it seemed about a 50-50 split between tips shoved into my backside and tips shoved into my front side. Vance had perfected the art of carrying tips in his underwear and had a bunch of folded bills all around on his ass along with a couple on his sides. If his public was voting for the position they most wanted him to assume, his face would never come out of the mattress.

At 8:00, Alan, Larry, Vance, and Pedro rather suddenly disappeared. I cleared the last few food trays and chatted with my guests as the evening began to turn dark in the twilight. At a quarter past eight, Billy motioned me to his table.

“Yes? Can I get you something?” I asked when I approached.

“Alan has asked for you to help him, uh, prepare for his act. So, I’ll get Darrel and Javier to split your section while you’re gone. Please, give him a hand. I think he’s in the second bathroom, near the library, the dressing room.”

I found Alan where Billy had said he would be. When he opened the door to pull me inside, he was naked and nervous.

“What’s up?” I asked as he closed and locked the door.

He turned to look at me, a bit sheepishly, I thought. “I need your help.”

“That’s why I’m here, but what do you need me to do?”

“Fuck me.”

“Huh?”

“I need you to open me and make my, uhm, sphincter relax. So I can manage to take Big Mac out there.”

“Ooooh,” I said with a grin, “Not a problem. I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since I saw your shorts rolled down in the back.”

“Thank you!” he cried out as he spun around, spreading his feet, and planting his hands on the countertop.

“Wait a second,” I protested.

Slowly he turned back to face me. “What?”

“Don’t you think I deserve something for helping you out in a jam?”

“Uh, sure. How much do you want?”

“I’m not asking for money.” I pushed my silver shorts down to my knees and stood up straight again. I grasped my now filling dick in my hand and wagged it from side to side. “Don’t you think my cock could use some encouragement?”

He stared at me, slack-jawed. “You mean … you want me to … uhm, suck it?”

“It seems only fair to me. You call me in here and demand that almost instantly I, well, my cock is supposed to be ready to fuck you. At a moment’s notice.”

“Well, yeah. What’s the problem with that?”

“It’s just that getting a strong erection that will be hard enough to fuck you will take a lot less time if you use that pretty mouth of yours to get me ready.”

“But, I, uh, don’t suck dick. You know that.”

“Correction: you haven’t sucked dick. Yet. Don’t you think those guys out there, the ones with a lot of tens and twenties in their pockets, might expect to get a little BJ action later?”

Obviously, he hadn’t considered that. “I, uh, I don’t know.”

“Don’t you think a bit of practice might be helpful before it just happens?”

He was silent for a moment as his macho self-image was threatened by this new possible reality consideration. “I guess you’re right.”

“So, get on your knees and meet your first cock, so to speak.” I held my cock out toward him, hoping he would not realize that it was making fine progress towards being rock hard without any assistance from him.

Luckily, he didn’t make that intellectual leap at that moment but, instead, dropped onto the floor in front of me. He tentatively took my cock in his hands, looked up at me, and bent his head down onto my cock. If I were grading his effort, it would not have earned more than a C- but the idea that Alan, dear dominant top Alan, was bobbing on my cock, my cock(!), was enough to get me very hard in less than a minute. I delayed for another minute before I reached down to grasp him under the arms and pull him up.

I thought it an excellent sign that he seemed a trifle reluctant to pull off my cock.

I gave him a quick kiss, then spun him around to face the vanity and pushed his shoulders down so he leaned onto the countertop. I dropped to my knees to work his ass open with my tongue and fingers, which he acknowledged with some rather load groans and grunts at the perfect moments. As soon as I sensed he was loosening up, I pulled over the tube of lube he had laid out. I greased three fingers so I could insert them in order in the least time. It only took a minute or so to get two fingers working as deep as they would go and when the third went in, I thought he was probably ready for my cock. His moans were from genuine pleasure as I entered him slowly but without hesitation. Soon I was thrusting at full tilt as if I needed an instant release. That wasn’t far from true as I’d felt the buildup of sexual tension throughout the afternoon.

I fucked him with rapid but deep strokes like the finest leather daddy in the stable. He cried out from the sheer power of the plunges I was making in his hot inner core.

“Oh, yeah!” he shouted. “Oh. Fuck!”

I worked Alan’s sweet ass as hard as I could for 7 or 8 minutes until I popped my nut, which I fed deep into him. Perhaps my jizz would provide some deep lube for the dildo. If it did, I was glad, but, honestly, I didn’t care. By the time I came, I had forgotten there was a purpose to this fuck other than getting my rocks off.

I held my cock 8 and a half inches deep in his bowels for a couple of minutes after my climax. We were both breathing heavily from the workout.

Alan turned his head and we kissed. “That was the best fuck you’ve ever given me.”

“Well,” I gasped, “I guess we now know you like it hard and fast. And deep.”

I slip my softening dick out of his stretched hole. Alan stepped into the shower while I stepped to the lavatory to wash off my dick and my face and my torso. I slipped my silver boxer briefs up and checked my hair. It had a real sexy look in its mussed state. I decided to leave it.

I got back to my station out back a couple of minutes before 9:00, thanked Darrel for covering for Alan and me, and began to serve my guests again.

Only Paul, the more observant of the military officers, commented on my appearance. “I love the messed-up hair look, Cal. It makes me think you’ve just gotten your rocks off.” His voice was sultry and flirty.

I felt my face blush. “Maybe I have. Paul. Maybe I have.”