What a Waiter!

I'm a single guy, attractive, who works in ad design for a mid-size company. Sexually, I'm attracted to both genders, although I'm a bit shy and don't ask many people out. However, after working late one night, I was both hungry and horny, which led to a rewarding encounter. I stopped in one of the popular bread joints where they serve coffee, sweets and made-to-order meals. It wasn't too crowded around 8:30pm, so there weren't many people working behind the counter, either. The guy who took my order, however, was the one who caught my eye. He looked a bit exotic, dark hair, blue eyes, very white teeth, and mid-20s. He helped me decide what to order, and I couldn't really tell if he was this friendly to everyone, or if he really enjoyed talking with me. I sat down by the fireplace, and after about five minutes, guess who brought my food over to me? Bingo. He asked me if I needed anything else, said his name was Jared, and told me to let him know how the food he'd suggested was. It was odd, because normally they give you buzzers to pick up your own order, but the cashier had actually brought my stuff over. Like I said, I was horny when I walked in, and I had full-fledged wood in my pants by this point. I caught him looking over my way at least once while I was eating, and I gave him a discreet nod. What the heck, I thought; I'm gonna make a bold move here. So I wrote my first name and cell phone number on a small piece of paper, dumped my trash, and walked over to where he was standing. "Thanks a lot, it was great. You know your stuff," I said as I reached out my hand and slipped him a $20 tip and my number. Not knowing what I was giving him, he resisted, saying "that's not necessary," but I said, "just take it" with a smile, and walked away before he could catch his bearings. Never imagining anything would actually come of such an unlikely, brief introduction, I was literally stunned when my cell rang at about 10pm. The voice said, "Ben? This is Jared." I apologized, saying I don't normally just hand out my number, but he seemed like a pretty special guy, and I figured we might hit it off as friends. He agreed, and said most people in the cafe never take the time to say anything other than "latte." It was Thursday night, and he asked what I was doing the next evening, which he had off. When I said nothing, he asked if I'd like to come over to his apartment and he'd cook a couple steaks and we could talk or decide what we'd like to do. That sounded great to me, even if this never went any further than just getting a hot, hot new friend. When I arrived, he looked so cute in regular clothes, and his apartment was decked out for the job he had, which, I learned, was one of two jobs he held. As we talked over appetizers, Jared inquired tactfully about why I'd left him my number, and I didn't know what to say. He added, "I was kind of hoping there might be more to it." I think the expression on my face gave it away that, yeah, there was a LOT more to it. "I thought you were really good-looking and really nice when you came in," he continued. "Jared, you're unbelievably good-looking," I replied, feeling my penis pressing against my jeans. He scooted over next to me on the couch, which I took as my cue to slowly lean in for a kiss. He closed his eyes and cocked his head, so I went for it, and oh man, so did he. We made out on that couch for about a half-hour straight. "I'm hard as a rock, man," he said. "Right there with ya," I replied. "You wanna take care of these," he asked, looking toward his crotch. "Uh, like yesterday!" I laughed. He got up and led me into his bedroom, where he undressed me all the way, and I undressed him. Standing, with erections pointing at each other, we pulled them up toward our stomach and hugged each other in a sexy embrace and downright slobbery wet kiss. We got under the silk sheets, which felt amazing, and took turns with him on top of me, then me on top of him. His smell was intoxicating, and it was even hotter, knowing this guy was a good decade younger than I was. Jared gave my backside some long, hard strokes and I responded to his every move. I don't know how much time passed or how either of us were holding out, because the friction between us was...indescribable. Finally, with the heads of our dicks lined up against each other, I couldn't hold back any longer and shot three long jets up his chest. Jared took some of it with his fingers and stroked his dick about 10 times before dumping his copious load. Exhausted, we laid there panting awhile, then decided to go broil the steaks. We've been friends and more ever since.