Date: Sun, 4 Oct 2015 17:31:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Erik Swill
Subject: Ice Cream for Table Six

Ice Cream for Table Six
By Erik Swill


	RJ was pissed. His driving showed that much as his car jerked with
each lane change. He wasn't in a hurry and wasn't even driving anywhere in
particular. He just needed to get away from his fucked up life. And his old
Saturn was the victim of his venting.
	He was usually not so aggressive with his driving. RJ took care of
his car. A 1993 model, it would not have lasted as long as it had if he
were careless with it. But he almost expected that his car would protest
his angry fit.
	Ding, ding, ding, ding...
	It did protest in the form of the low gas indicator light flashing
repeatedly. It flashed brighter than he had ever noticed and dinged louder
as well. It annoyed RJ all the more, but he took it as a sign that he
needed to find somewhere that he could chill out and stop taking his
problems out on his car.
	Instead of driving to the gas station just two intersections ahead,
RJ pulled into a Denny's parking lot and promptly shut off the car's
engine. It had a relaxing effect on his own body as he and the car sat
motionless. He put his head back on the seat and stared out the window as a
few rain drops started to splatter on the front windshield.
	Realizing that he would get wet if he sat there for much longer, RJ
pulled his keys out of the ignition and made a run for the restaurant's
front door. He had only been to this branch once or twice, preferring the
one closer to his house. There, the staff recognized his face, if not knew
him by name. But he wasn't in the mood to talk about why he was so
perturbed. The anonymity of this restaurant would be a good thing for him.
	He walked past the stuffed animal claw game and up to the
receptionist's podium. There was nobody there. Instead, a voice from the
other side of the restaurant piped up.
	"You can just go ahead and have a seat anywhere, hon. I'll be over
in a second."
	"Thanks," RJ mouthed as he waved to her. He sat down at the booth
on the far side from the main door with his back toward the dining
area. This way, at least, his pissed off expression wouldn't bother anybody
else. He really didn't want people paying any attention to him. He would
sulk in private.
	He had grabbed a menu on his way to the table. He didn't really
need it; he ordered the same thing each time anyway. But it was habit. He
scanned the menu for anything new. There were new items, but he settled on
his regular dish.
	The waitress was true to her word and came over with a menu for him
after a minute or so. Before she could hand it to him, he passed his menu
to her, asking for the Grand Slam platter with an extra order of hash
browns and a glass of water without lemon. She looked impressed.
	"Now here's a man who knows what he wants. I'll be right back with
your water, hon."
	RJ went back to his dreary disposition. When he heard the clanging
of silverware behind him, he thought she had already returned with his
water. But it was another waiter straightening up the booth behind RJ. He
smiled. RJ scowled before nodding his head in a semi-polite gesture before
turning back around.
	He pulled out his phone to check the time. It wasn't as late as it
felt, but he still had an hour-long drive to get back home. He was tired
but thankful that he wouldn't have to deal with much traffic by the time he
finished eating his breakfast for dinner.
	The waitress's voice hollered from the kitchen. "Eduardo, hon,
could you please bring table six a water? I gotta handle things in here
until Joe finishes his cigarette break."
	RJ couldn't care less if his water took an extra three minutes to
arrive. In fact, he wasn't all that hungry. It was just a knee-jerk
reaction to walk into a restaurant and order a full meal. Hungry or not, he
would certainly finish whatever was on his plate. That was never in doubt.
	"Hi there. I'm Eduardo. Gloria asked me to drop off your water for
you. She apologizes that she couldn't do it any sooner. Is there anything
else I can get you while you wait for your food?"
	RJ stared in disbelief. Was this guy for real? Who acted this eager
to please in a place like this? Friendly, yes. But enthusiastic?  Never.
"Uh, it's OK. I'm fine, thanks."
	"OK." Eduardo turned back around after starting to walk off. "I
wanted to apologize if I disturbed you earlier. You know, with the
silverware a few minutes ago. A pair came unrolled from the napkin when I
was laying it out on the table."
	With raised eyebrows, RJ repeated: "It's OK."
	Eduardo smiled and walked off, leaving RJ to his own devices
again. A couple walked in the door, presenting someone else for Eduardo to
tend to. RJ did not need the extra attention, let alone from two waiters.
He played with his phone, rereading old messages for lack of anything
better to do. When his food did arrive, it was a welcome change of
activity.
	"Now, hon, you be careful with this plate. It's still a little
hot. I don't want you to burn yourself. You got ketchup already. Is there
anything else you need?"
	RJ shook his head and thanked her before she walked off. He dug
into his meal, feeling hungrier than he was just a few minutes ago. The
time to sit quietly and interact with such cheery people had likely been
good for his own mood, whether he would admit it or not. He decided that it
was a good choice to pull over here. For as upset as he was earlier, he was
glad that he hadn't sideswiped another vehicle in his aggression.
	As he finished his extra helping of hash browns, he could hear
Gloria's humming coming up from behind him again.
	"Just wanted to check on you, hon. You enjoying that?"
	"Yes, thank you. It's just what I needed."
	"You know, I thought you looked a little down when you first came
in here. It looks like a warm meal was enough to turn your spirits around."
	RJ agreed with her, not wanting to elaborate further. But Gloria
wasn't finished.
	"You know, I think you're a nice guy. Even when you were upset, you
still said please and thank you. That's a good upbringing, you know? One
that comes through even on the worst of days."
	"Er, thanks. I'll be sure to tell my mom."
	Gloria laughed. "You do that, hon. Mothers never get enough
credit."
	RJ nodded but wasn't sure what else to say. Again, Gloria filled
the silence.
	"Now look, hon. I've got a favor to ask you. And don't get mad at
me if I got the wrong idea about you. No harm intended."
	RJ cocked his head in confusion.
	"You know Eduardo, the young and handsome waiter who brought you
your water? I think he's about your age, actually. Well, he is new in town
and has been having trouble finding some friends his own age. And he was
talking to me back in the kitchen about how handsome he thinks you are. Now
don't tell him I told you that, the poor thing would be embarrassed, I'm
sure. But I just wanted you to know that he is single and interested, if
you know what I mean."
	RJ blushed.
	"Ya, I think you know what I mean. It's OK, hon. He's a real nice
guy too. Very sweet but too shy for his own good. I'm no matchmaker, hon,
but I just want to help him out. Give a little nudge. So I'm just hoping
you will talk to him if he comes over here again. Would that be OK?"
	Still blushing, RJ agreed. This was a turn of events he had not
expected.
	"That's great. You are a good guy. OK, he is going on a
fifteen-minute break soon. But he doesn't even smoke. I will ask him to
drop off two single scoops of ice cream to your table. It's on me. But if
you would ask him to join you, that would be so good of you."
	Unable to say much else, RJ said that he would go along with
Gloria's plan. He wondered cynically how many times she had tried this
routine with others in the past or if it was Eduardo himself who was
putting her up to it. Still, it showed how close these two coworkers were.
	A few minutes later, RJ heard Gloria tell Eduardo to drop off the
ice cream at table six before he went on break. Naturally, he agreed and
showed up at RJ's table with the ice cream.
	"Sorry, Gloria must have gotten your order mixed up. She made you
two single scoops instead of one double scoop. Oh well. One more dish for
the dishwasher."
	RJ decided to play along with Gloria's matchmaking, whether it was
an old script of hers or not. "Actually, the second bowl is for you. Gloria
said that you would be going on break soon. Maybe you will join me
instead?"
	Eduardo's expression made it clear to RJ that he was genuinely
surprised--that this was not a routine of his and Gloria's. "Oh. My. God.
Are you serious? Did Gloria put you up to this? I'm so sorry!"
	RJ smiled. It was cute watching Eduardo react like this. "She got
the ball rolling. But you're here with two bowls of ice cream. I need
someone to eat the second bowl before it melts. What do you say? I'm RJ, by
the way."
	"I'm gonna kill her, God bless her soul." Eduardo set down the
bowls of ice cream and extended his hand. "Eduardo. Nice to meet you RJ."
	Eduardo's hands, cold from holding the ice cream, sent a chill down
RJ's spine. Or could this have been the start of sparks between the two of
them, he pondered briefly before sitting up taller in the booth.
	The two talked for ten minutes straight. Eduardo did most of the
talking, which was fine by RJ. It gave Eduardo a chance to chat with
someone who was born in the same generation as him, and it gave RJ another
distraction from his crappy day. In fact, the evening was turning out to be
quite enjoyable.
	Eduardo admitted that he wished his fifteen-minute break would last
longer and exchanged phone numbers with RJ. Eduardo was obviously
interested in him and dropped all sorts of sexual innuendos throughout the
conversation. In addition to being lonely, he was pretty horny too.
	"So what time do you get off tonight?"
	"Not tonight even! My shift ends at 6AM. If a third waitress were
here, I would be begging her to cover my shift for me. But I can't leave
Gloria here by herself."
	RJ shrugged it off. It wasn't the end of the world for him, but he
wouldn't have minded spending more time with Eduardo. "Next time, then."
	With that, Eduardo got up and grabbed an armful of empty plates and
bowls from RJ's table and brought them back to the kitchen. RJ walked over
to Gloria, who was standing at the cash register, and paid his bill, minus
the ice cream, of course. She thanked him and made some inquiries as to any
possibility of future meet ups between them.
	RJ blushed again, knowing that this old lady was so interested in
the two of them being happy together. He confessed to her, though, that he
lived on the other side of the city from Eduardo. While it didn't mean that
they wouldn't ever see each other, RJ wasn't so sure that he would make the
effort to drive across town just to have ice cream with him.
	She thanked him anyway and went back to work. RJ decided to use the
restroom before heading back out to his car. The rain never fully
materialized, drizzling briefly before stopping. It was nice to know that
he wouldn't be wet while driving home.
	As he flushed the urinal, he heard someone else walk inside the
restroom. RJ kept his head down and walked over to the sink to wash his
hands before leaving. But as he shook his hands off and dried them on his
jeans, he saw that Eduardo was standing in front of the door just watching
him. He smiled cheekily. When RJ smiled back, Eduardo stuck his hand behind
his back and turned the bathroom door lock, making a loud clicking sound in
the process.
	"Gloria is covering my other table. So I've got ten more minutes.
Are you in a hurry?"
	RJ walked toward Eduardo. "That depends. Do you think you will want
to stop after only ten minutes?"
	RJ grabbed Eduardo around the waist and pulled him close. The two
kissed, leaving Eduardo weak at the knees. RJ had to hold him up. He kissed
down his neck, following the trail of buttons down his chest as Eduardo
opened them in advance of RJ's lips.
       Eduardo got his pants button and zipper opened in time for RJ's lips
as well. His six-inch erection was already poking out of the slit in his
boxers. RJ lifted Eduardo up onto the sink shelf and devoured his dick in
one swift motion. Although RJ was more surprised than Eduardo was as the
waiter let out a squeal that was surely heard by everyone else in the
restaurant.
       "Please, please. My dick is really sensitive. I'll cum in a few
seconds if you keep that up."
       RJ stopped sucking and let his hands slip down to Eduardo's tight
hole. There was no wiggling even his pinky finger in so he squirted out a
generous heap of hand soap gel to use that as lube. Eduardo was moaning in
ecstasy but still had enough sense to pull a condom out of his wallet for
RJ. He slipped it on himself and lathered his rubber-coated member with the
hand soap as well.
       "Are you ready for me?"
       "God, yes! Give it to me." Eduardo nearly shouted.
       "Do you promise to keep your voice down? I don't want the police to
come knocking down this door, OK?"
       Eduardo agreed and leaned his head back to rest on the mirror,
giving RJ a better angle in which to impale him. And impale him he did.
Eduardo caught his yelp and returned the intensity of his feelings and
sensations with a look that could kill, staring directly into RJ's eyes.
       Somewhat self-conscious of this nearly possessed look, RJ leaned in
to kiss Eduardo's neck again while inching his dick further into the eager
hole. Eduardo was the tightest guy RJ had even been with. It didn't help
any that most of RJ's sexual encounters had led very active sex lives.
Still, as he slid his dick into Eduardo's love chute, he knew that this
tightness was like giving sex a whole new perspective.
       It also meant that the normal amount of time it took for RJ to shoot
was drastically cut. Between the gripping tightness as he worked Eduardo's
ass and the soft but intense moaning that he received in his ear as a
close-eyed Eduardo got exactly what he wanted, RJ was on the verge of
shooting in record time. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or if he
should try and slow things down. But when he remembered that Eduardo only
had ten minutes to spare, he decided to let loose.
       RJ picked up the pace, stabbing quickly but shallowly three times
before he felt and heard Eduardo reach his climax. RJ plunged deep and let
Eduardo's ass muscles massage the cum out of him. He did just that.
       Both men breathed heavily. RJ kept his orgasm quiet while Eduardo
struggled to keep his private from the rest of the restaurant's staff and
customers. RJ slowly started pumping again after their highs started to
dwindle, bringing fresh sensations for the both of them.
       RJ wondered if he had another round left in him as his dick remained
mostly hard. But any thought of that was cut short when a knock on the
restroom door followed by Gloria's voice sent the two of them scrambling to
get dressed.
       "Eduardo, hon, there are a lot of customers out here now. I know a
few want you to take their food order. Another few may want your autograph
after that performance in there though."
       Eduardo gave another one of his genuinely surprised faces as he
looked back to RJ. "I think I better go."
       "I think you better," RJ replied. "But enjoy your stardom tonight."
       Eduardo smiled sheepishly. "I don't mind repeat performances. See
you soon?"


by Erik Swill

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