Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2016 12:52:27 -0700
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: The Diner Experience

Title: The Diner Experience
Email: justwriting@soniq.org


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This story is told as a fantasy, but I'm not gonna lie. It's almost all
true. It was about me. So, you can decide if I made it up or not...


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Let's get the usual stuff out of the way. This happened when I was 15, back
in 1995. I was a freshman in highschool, and I worked part time at a local
diner. I was 5'7", 160 pounds. I was in a skater phase, so I had long hair
(think Kurt Cobain). I was a blonde, with pretty normal build, a high sex
drive, and a 5.5" cut cock. I had a few regulars on my shift, and a couple
dirty old men. It was pretty usual for the area, so no one took notice.


One thing about me, was that I am gay. Big shocker right? Well, at the
time, I was pretty much a whore for anything sexual. I was a bit of a
pervert, I was horny all the time, and I didn't have an outlet.


Well, that all changed when I made up a story. See, I didn't know any gay
people, at all. All my friends were straight, all my customers were
married. So, what could I do? I made up a boyfriend. His name was
Craig. Craig was every person's dream. Smart, funny, hung. He would 'pick
me up and take me out' on Friday nights. Well, not really. In reality, I
was on a BBS (think AOL Chat rooms), trying to find other gay dudes to talk
to. most of the time, there was at least one or two that I could chat
with. This was before pictures, so A/S/L was all you had to build your jerk
off fantasy about that person.


Well, one friday, I got a call from the diner. The manager had thrown a
disc, and there was no one to do the food order or the money drop. All
things that I had been doing for months anyway. I think they were grooming
me to take over, since no one else wanted to do any of the office work. I
agreed to come in Saturday morning to do the order and be there when the
brinks truck got there. I went to bed hard, since my phone time had
disconnected my chat.


That morning, I unlocked the office and found the paperwork. I counted out
the money, reconciled the tills, and did the food order. One of the tasks
for this is to call the district manager to get cost approval. His name was
John.


After explaining what happened to the manager, John decided that he wanted
to come by and 'verify' everything. I was a little miffed by this, as I had
been doing this accurately for months now, but who was I to question.


I setup all the paperwork, and left a note with it: 'John, money is in
safe; counted out -$4.28. Within acceptance. Food order is ready, need
another set of coffee cups, added to the green sheet. Going out tonight,
call me before 4pm if you need anything, or I'll be in Sunday.' This was
before cell phones, so those were his choices.


I got home later that night, and on my machine was a message. 'Billie, John
here. Paperwork looks great, money is spot on. Hope you had a good
date. Want to chat with you about a couple things, will stop by the diner
tomorrow after your shift.'


I shrugged it off, no big deal. Sunday went without issue, and about 20
minutes before my shift ended, John walked in. He headed to the office,
waving at me as he passed. I nodded and took the rest of an order. I
wondered what he wanted?


After 2, I strolled back into the office. John was sitting in the office
chair, spread eagle. He was clothed of course, but he was sitting very
awkwardly. I came in and grabbed the other chair.


"What's up, John?" I asked, checking in the receipts for the food delivery,
and filing them. He leaned back, kind of adjusting his crotch.


"Awe, you have no idea. Be glad you're gay dude. My wife made me get a
vasectomy last week and it's annoying!" I blinked. I didn't tell him I was
gay. In fact, I tried pretty hard to hide it.


"Don't worry man, it's cool. Judy told me you were dating some guy. I don't
care. Like I said, you're probably better off," he adjusted himself again,
and I couldn't help but watch. He was clearly uncomfortable.


"You had to uh, get fixed?" I tried to act busy, but I was curious what
that was all about. "Worried about kids?"


He shook his head. "Nah, she just doesn't want to take birth control
anymore, and I'll tell ya, it will be nice not to have to wear rubbers
anymore. Don't you hate them? They fuckin' suck."


I nodded, but honestly, I didn't think they were bad. I hadn't had to use
them for actual sex yet, but they made cleanup after a hot jerk off easy,
for sure.


He looked at me funny, then he stood up. "So, let's get through some of
this paperwork. I came out because your manager is gonna be out for a
bit. I'll need to rely on you to help me out..." He winked, and adjusted
himself again.


We spent an hour on the review, making sure I understood all the rest of
the paperwork sections and the stuff that I hadn't had to deal with. Of
course, John was futzing with his junk every ten minutes, which became
quite the distraction. I think he caught me more than a couple times
watching him jiggle his junk around.


"So, Billie. Who's the girl?" He asked. I looked at him, and scrunched my
face. "You know.. with gay guys. Are you the girl, or is he?"


I blushed a bit. I wasn't ready to answer that kind of stuff. Especially,
since, you know, Craig wasn't real! I just shrugged.


He adjusted himself again, this time not yanking. This time, he had more of
a visible shift. Was he getting hard? "Oh come on dude," he said. "You can
tell me. I mean, I told you about my clip job. Do you suck him or does he
fuck you or what?"


I was frozen. He was asking some seriously personal questions. I couldn't
answer. I didn't know what to do.


"Or, haven't you had sex yet?" He was probing. "Do you guys even blow each
other?" No response. "Have you even seen him naked?"


I was about to panic. "John, uh, this really isn't something I can talk
about. I mean, Craig and I aren't even really together... " What? Now I was
broken up? With my Fake Boyfriend?


"Oh, well, damn, that sucks dude..." He leaned into me. "How old was he,
anyway?"


"19, gonna be 20 soon," I said. That was something I could answer. I had
all his stats and age down.


"Oh, so he's not much older than you. Did he have a big dick? Bigger than
yours?" My eyes went wide.


"Yes, of course, he was older than me. His was bigger, sure." I
retorted. It made sense, to know his dick was bigger than mine.


"I bet it's not bigger than mine. I get a lot of compliments," he grabbed
his package again, and I could see there was some bulk there. I blushed
again. "Want to see the scar? From my surgery?"


I shrugged. Was this happening? John pulled open his pants and shoved his
underwear down. His cock flopped out of them, and it was HARD! He had to be
at least 6.5 inches long, and curved a bit to the right. It was thick, but
looked hot. I was hard immediately. Without a beat, he lifted his sack up,
holding it and his dick in one hand. "See, I have three stitches, but now I
can fuck all I want without fucking rubber. And this big boy loves it."


He let the skin go, and his cock flopped back outward at me. I couldn't
help but stare. He knew what he was doing, and I fell for it. "So, is it
bigger?" he asked.


I snapped my eyes back to him, and tried to shrug it off. "It's a big dick,
sure," I said.


He edged a bit closer to me. His manhood was inches from my face now, and I
could smell a slight sweat from him. It was making me harder.


"Is it true that guys suck dick better than girls? I've always wanted to
know..." I looked up at him, and he reached for my head. This was it. I was
going to suck my first adult dick. "I'll suck you too, after." he said.


I closed my eyes, and he slid forward. His dick was in my mouth and hitting
the back of my throat before I could agree. He didn't take long. He was
leaking immediately, and without warning, his cock pulsed in my mouth. My
first adult load.


I spit it out, and he laughed. "Yeah, it's a lot, I know. But now I know -
guys are better at it." He zipped up, shook a bit to adjust, and sat back
down. He set both hands on the desk, looked forward, then turned to me.


"OK, your turn." I stood up slowly, and he pulled me over to the desk. He
did all the work, pulling down my pants, and sat me on the desk. I had been
hard the whole time, and for the first time, an adult had my cock in his
hand. "Don't tell me when you're going to cum. I want you to just do it."


I nodded, he sucked all 5.5" in his mouth. It didn't take long. He sucked
fast but silky, and in no time I was tensing up. I held back as long as I
could, and when he got all the way back to the root, I shot my first
shot. It took him by surprise, but he didn't stop sucking. He swallowed it
all.


Pulling back, he wiped his lips on his sleeve, smirked a bit. "How was it?"


I smiled back at him, and just nodded, breathing out for the first time. It
was... great.


It never happened again, but I will always remember that time.



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