I’m not finished with it yet but I never really liked the old layout.
I wrote it a few years ago, it is fiction but it is something that I still fantasize about.
Dave Evans – the Speedo Waiter.
I saw an online ad online for “Exhibitionist Waiter for Private Party”. It was coming up to Xmas and I really needed the money. I was feeling pretty happy about my 20yo body these days – I was training for some long distance swimming and spending a lot of time in the pool. With all that training I was starting to tan up nice and I had lost about 10kgs.
Let me quickly explain a bit about myself – I’m 20yo and mid way through my college degree, I’m 6″1′, dark hair with some blonde through it and reasonably tanned. I’ve had a little bit of guy/guy experience but not much – although it always gets me hard. Ow and my name is Dave.
Back to the story…
So I’m feeling pretty confident with my body these days and this ad for the ‘Exhibitionist Waiter’ sounds like it could be interesting and I won’t knock back the money.
I replied to the ad with some of my favourite self pics of me in my speedos and jeans and some of me in my speedos and bike pants – always with a nice hard on. I received a reply within a couple of hours outlining my ‘duties’ if I was to accept the position. The guy who placed the ad – Kyle – explained to me that he was having a party at his place for a group of mainly gay friends and thought it would be fun to have some cute young waiters in speedos. Kyle was looking for 3 or 4 waiters and was willing to pay each waiter $500 for the night plus all the alcohol and food they wanted.
After reading this I got a hard on straight away – sounded perfect. I love speedos (my few guy/guy experiences had always started from scenarios where I was with other guys in speedos – mainly at the pool after training – and they had always been a fetish of mine). Kyle and I corresponded over the next 2 weeks and all was sorted for the Friday night. The details were that I was to just rock up at 6:30pm and people would start to arrive at 7 for the party. Kyle would provide the speedos and I was to wear sandshoes and socks with them.
Friday finally came and I left my place at 6:15pm. I was definitely nervous but very very excited at the same time. Kyle had told me that there would only be 2 waiters – another guy my age and myself – but he said that he would pay us $750 each for the night because of the extra work load. I arrived at Kyle’s and walked up to the front oor. Kyle’s house was impressive – a huge house that could nearly be called a mansion. After knocking on the door I heard foot steps and the door opened. With the door opened I was faced with a reasonably good looking guy of about 30yo. The guy in front of me quickly introduced himself as Kyle and welcomed me in. Kyle led me through the house to the kitchen where he was making last minute preparations. As we entered the kitchen Kyle began to introduce me to the other ‘waiter’ Martin who was already in his tiny black speedos – and nothing else. Before Kyle could say my name the other waiter greeting me with,
“Dave, is that you man – how the hell are you?”
“Martin, buddy how are you – long time no see.” I replied as we shook hands.
Martin went to school with me and was the first guy I had ever fantasized about. He was in my class and I had thought he was good looking but, then we had a term of swimming classes and since it was an all boys school, speedos were compulsory. I remember Martin’s tight arse in his little black speedos. I jacked off to that thought for years. I didn’t know Martin had any gay inklings but I had masturbated many a time thinking of Martin in his speedos.
“You guys know each other?” asked Kyle.
“Yeah we went to school together.” Martin replied.
“Well I’ll let you take Dave upstairs and get him into his gear. I’ve got some stuff to finish down here so take your time. Don’t forget – when the guests arrive you are to greet them at the door and lead them out the back.”
With that Martin lead me out of the kitchen to the main stair case. Ow my god his arse is so awesome. In the tight black speedos it was tight and moved smoothly as he walked. I could hardly keep my eyes of them.
“So Dave have you done this before?” Martin asked as we approached the bottom of the grand curving staircase.
“No man – my first time. But I have to admit a soft spot for speedos so I jumped at the chance. How about you mate?” I replied.
“Yeah I’ve been doing a little bit of escort work – nothing heavy or anything just the odd nice older guy. Pays better than McDonalds and I’ve got some regulars now that are really pretty easy going.”
“For real? I didn’t even think you were gay?” I replied with a good pinch of shock in my voice.
“Yeah – never really mucked around with any guys my, I mean our, age. Its only really for the money I suppose. I’m not complaining though. Anyways – this is spare room in here. Your ‘work’ gear is on the bed.” Martin commented pointing to the pair of size 12 (28″ waist) black speedos on the bed. By this time my cock had stirred and I was half hard and really looking forward to getting into those speedos.
Well – I looked at my ‘work uniform’ and as I undid my belt and the button on my jeans and Martin seemed to make himself comfortable on the bed.
I grabbed the speedos and told Martin I’d be back as I headed towards the ensuite.
As I quickly changed in the bathroom I looked at myself in my tight black speedos and thought – wow how hot do I look!!!
Well it was time to try it on Martin so I walked out of the ensuite dressed only in my tiny black speedos, Martin was sitting on the end of the bed and was fixated on my speedos. “Wow man – you look fucking hot in those tiny black speedos!!! Your cock is huge too.”
“Thanks man – you look darn hot in yours as well.” I said as I sat on the bed next to Martin – it was only 6:45 so we had tonnes of time before anyone arrived. “So you haven’t gotten it on with any young guys hey?” I asked Martin.
“Nah not at all hey – I’ve masturbated a million times thinking about it but haven’t really had the opportunity yet.”
“We’ll we can’t go down stairs with only one of us hard.” I said and I put my hand on Martin’s semi hard cock. Martin looked into my eyes and we moved forward and began a deep kiss. We kissed deeply and our tongues lashed – I had been looking forward to this for years now but never thought it would possible come true. Martin lied back and I was on top of him with my thigh rubbing his now rock hard cock through his tiny speedos.
Just as we lied down on the bed – we didn’t notice but – Kyle had walked into the doorway. It must have been an amazing sight the two of us pashing on the bed in nothing more than our tiny little black speedos. Kyle enjoyed the view for a minute or 2 before discreetly interrupting us.
“*Cough, Cough* – excuse me boys.”
We jumped to attention, totally surprised at Kyle’s sudden appearance at the doorway. We both began apologising profusely.
“Its alright – looks like you 2 have some catching up to do from school. But there will be time for that later. If you guys can come downstairs when your ready and start to get some drinks ready – people will start arriving any minute.”
No problem at all we replied – relieved that Kyle wasn’t upset about his 2 speedo waiters going for it.
“And the hardons are a very nice touch boys.” Kyle commented with a cheeky smile as he headed down stairs.
Martin and I smiled and decided that we would finish what we started later in the evening for sure. We jumped up off the bed and headed down stairs (still with our rock hard cocks bulging in our speedos). On the way down stairs I gave Martin the pleasure of following my speedo clad arse.
After getting some stuff ready behind the bar – the door bell rang. Martin was still getting some ice in the esky’s outside so I grabbed a glass of champagne in each hand and went to the door. The door wasn’t closed (the lock and handle were pulled back but people rang the bell anyways). As I approached the door I asked the guests to come in.
A mid 30’s guy pushed the door open and took a step inside the house.
“Evening Sir, and welcome to the party.” I said, however it was apparent that the man, who was very well dressed in black trousers, a black shirt and a black jacket with some visible gold jewelry wasn’t that interested in what I had to say as to more what was in my tiny black speedo. “Kyle is out the back just finishing off preparations – I’m Dave, one of your waiters for the night.” I tried to break the ice – and maybe break this guys stare.
I had succeeded as the man look up at me. “Hi there Dave – nice to meet you I’m Jack – a business associate of Kyle’s. You are in a bit of a precarious position there – with your handsfull and all.”
Jack was implying to the glass of champagne in each of my hands. Without giving me time to respond – Jack moved his right hand down to my semi erect cock and began to rub it. With his free hand Jack began massaging my speedo clad arse. It was odd but I can’t say that I resisted at all – it was like 2 seconds before I was rock hard again.
After about 30 seconds of rubbing from Jack on my now rock solid cock we could hear another car arrive. Jack removed his hands, somewhat reluctantly I’m sure, from my speedos and took a glass of champagne.
“I’m sure I can help you with that later on Dave. And I must say – you are a wonderful waiter.”
“I’ll lead you out the back” I replied. As I walked through the house to the back yard I knew that Jack would be admiring my arse and I was loving it!!! I left Jack at the door to the yard and got back to my duties of welcoming everyone.