Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2012 03:52:52 -0800 (PST) From: Kyle Bryson <bryson.kyle@yahoo.com> Subject: One Step At A Time - 3 Note: Nifty is a free service, but needs our continued support to keep the service up-and-running. If you have the means, please donate to Nifty... consider it an investment in your ejaculatory future! Disclaimer: The following story may contain scenes of unprotected sex. Always use caution when engaging in ANY sexual activity with a new or unknown partner. Be honest with yourself... you might not know the other person as well as you think and a fun fuck just isn't worth the risk. Thanks for reading and feel free to contact me with your comments at bryson.kyle@yahoo.com. Kyle =========================================================== ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- =========================================================== "Ohmygod," Ryan said when I slammed the car door. "That was so fucking hot!" I laughed. "What?" Like I didn't know. "You taking your fucking clothes off at the table. My god, you're made for this. Ohmygod, you're going to do so well here." Ryan pulled out of the parking lot to head home, but was talking fast and excited and loud and my heart was beating out of my chest the more he talked. I can't believe I let my hormones force me to strip right there at the table. "Talk about me?" I said. "What about you? You had Chase's dick in your hand right there at the table!" "haha - I know, right? So, are you gay or what?" Ryan asked me. "No. I'm not gay. I've never been with a guy, but I think guys are good looking... I mean, some guys are." He looked sideways at me, then back at the road. "So, you're into other guys looking at you?" It was an honest question, I guess. "You played sports, right?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said. "I played soccer in high school and IM soccer here. I was on the swim team for the first year of college." "Ok, so you've been in the locker room, seen other guys naked all that shit..." "Of course - and that's when I realized I was mostly gay. I mean, I'm not repulsed by a pussy, but if I never have any I won't really care. I like cock too much," he stated proudly. "Well, I think I'm the opposite," I said. "I LOVE pussy, love doing down on a girl - total rug muncher here - but guys... yeah, I've always thought guys were hot. I mean, fuck, I'm a wrestler... supposedly the gayest sport there is, right? But I've never done anything with a guy." We both laughed. "Do guys really get hard when they're wrestling?" he asked. "I mean, during a match?" "Of course - and it's a dirty trick, for us. I mean, think about it, you're grinding your body against someone and then he grinds against you... guys grab between your legs, rub your dick, balls, asshole, that area in between... how can it not get you excited? You're body just responds to it, y'know? It happens all the time." "Damn," he said. "Yeah - damn," I said. We both paused thinking about that and my dick stated getting hard. "So, I just show up tomorrow like Joe said?" "Tomorrow will just be training, but you'll be in an apron," Ryan answered. He had a smirk on his face. "What's that look on your face?" I asked. "Would it make you nervous if I was here tomorrow?" "Nah," I said. "I think that will make it hotter." ==== It was 7:45 when I walked into the house. Bryce and Cam, two of my roommates, were on the couch in the living room. CSI was on, but both guys had books and notebooks open - studying, taking notes and watching TV all at the same time. They looked-up when I came in. "Yo, where ya' been?" Cam asked. I gave them a short - sanitized - version of what was going on. The phone call with the lawyer, taking a job as a waiter, yada-yada. I made like the place was ACROSS the Causeway so they'd think it was too far away and wouldn't ask for more specifics. "When do you start?" Bry asked. "Tomorrow is my first day of training," I said, walking to the fridge for water. "Cool." They were both reading again, with Cam taking notes and Bryce running an orange highlighter across his textbook. "I'm going to study in my room, so I'll see you tomorrow," I said. "Night." "G'night." Neither guy looked up. My room was just as I'd left it and I muttered 'fuck' when I saw the dried cum on the mirror. 'Mother fucker.' I walked back through the living room to the kitchen, grabbed the window cleaner, a wad of paper towels and headed back to my room. Cam kept studying, but Bryce looked at me and smiled. I wonder if he'd gone to my room looking for something and noticed it? I didn't ask and he didn't say anything. My room is in the back of the house, mostly isolated, so after cleaning up I decided I'd go through the tenor solo then study a little. I poured more sterile water in the humidifier and turned it on 'low.' I wasn't singing full force tonight, but if I wanted to kill the audition next week I wanted to know this song fully. Finishing that, I turned on my computer, pulled up my calendar and made sure I'd be able to work at Joe's. My schedule was kinda' crazy between school, my vocal coach, wrestling practice, wrestling matches... I might only be able to work one day during the week and then on some weekends. I'd need to talk to Joe about that. It was 9:00 when I brushed my teeth and washed my face, and I studied for 30 minutes before trying to sleep. I rolled around a little replaying everything that had happened today and went to sleep smiling. ==== I was in the gym for the 5:30 CrossFit class. Best investment I ever made in myself and I loved it. CrossFit keeps me strong and fit and has given me a huge edge on the mat since I found it 10 months ago. I usually only do it 3 or 4 times a week because coach makes us do other work-outs a couple of times a week. I'm not going to overtrain and mess up a good thing I've got going, y'know? My routine is basically the same, though, and that's why I was a little worried about working at Joe's... rethinking the whole thing, actually. I had about $7,000 in the bank, so I could feasibly go without a check for a few months, but then what? What if it did take six months like Mr. Evans said? I had extra expenses coming up. If I get this solo I'll add extra training with my vocal coach... that could cost another $300 for a couple of months. I'd need to rent a tuxedo for the performance in the spring. Christmas was coming up... I'll just have to make working at Joe's work around my schedule. I hit the FirstWatch Cafe' at 7 and got my usual... Burrito Vera Cruz and 4 multigrain pancakes with fruit on the side. I'd always gobble the fruit there in the cafe', ride back to campus eating the burrito and snack on the pancakes for the next couple of hours. My daily carb-load before my daily protein-load. 'Your diet is as individual as you are,' coach says, so I eat what works for me, staying with lean protein and veggies the rest of the day. My first class is at 8:00, second class at 10. Sometimes I take a dump in between, I mean, fuck - I'm dumping a ton of food into my body, right? - but sometimes I can wait until I head home for lunch. Yeah, I'm an eating machine - eating between 6 and 8 small meals a day and always looking to take in around 3,600 calories. According to the Katch-McCardle formula, that is what I need to maintain my weight and 4% body fat... and it works for me. Do I cheat? Sure... beer, pizza, Taco Bell every few months, but I have goals and if I'm going to reach those goals I have to be diligent. No soda, no sugar and no processed shit. When class ended at 11:30 I immediately starting to get a little nervous - and excited - about going to Joe's later. I meant to sign-up for the tenor audition yesterday when I met with Ryan, but my head wasn't in the game, so I knew I had to swing by the music school to sign up. The sign-up sheet was right outside of his door, but the door was closed and I could hear muted talking, so I didn't knock. I took the 2:00 time slot on Tuesday because it was the first one after our Tuesday rehearsal and I knew I'd still be warmed-up, then headed home to get ready for Joe's. ==== I told Joe I'd be in around 2 or 3, but I wanted to take a shower and shave before I went in. I hadn't shaved in a couple of days and I hated all the stubble, so I got in a very warm shower and started with my legs... arms, pits, sack, crack, ass... everything I could reach. I had minimal hair on my back - and usually Bry shaved that for me - but since he wasn't home I wasn't going to worry about it. I left my bush because I like it - and I've never had any complaints, but I keep it neat and trim and I do shave around it... but it still looks like a man's bush. Eventually, I'd stop shaving everywhere and look like 'a real man,' as my dad says, but that would be after I was finished with wrestling. Chase HAD been wearing tennis shoes yesterday - I remembered that - so I got my nicest pair from the closet along with some low-rise socks. I knew the shorts, underwear and shirt wouldn't matter, but I wore nicer clothes today than yesterday. My cock went back-and-forth from semi-hard to hard during the whole ride to "Joe's" and I wondered what I would do if I started wearing that apron and had a hard-on. Traffic was light and it was 2:10 when I pulled into the parking lot. Joe told me to park in the back, and gave me the gate code to go the back, which I punched into the code box from memory. Taking a deep breath, I approached the back door where Meat was standing under the awning. "Hi, Meat... I'm Marc," I said, extending my hand. "Nice to meet you," he said, as he opened the door. "Second door on the right is Joe's office. Just knock," he said as he closed the door behind me. The hallway was a welcome change from the Florida heat, for sure, but it was obvious that they kept it a little warmer back here... probably so guys' balls wouldn't retract like mine were doing at the moment. 'Just nerves,' I thought. I knocked at Joe's office door and waited. Joe opened it in seconds. "Well, you DID show up," he said waving me in. "You weren't sure?" I asked. "Eh, I've had guys chicken out before. No big deal, but I don't offer this job to everyone, y'know? Let's get some paperwork out of the way first and then I'll get you started," he said. "That sound good?" "Sure." I signed some typical employment paperwork, then moved to some legal documents Joe had prepared and looked over the rules. - No cell phone usage in the front of house. This includes making or receiving calls, sending or receiving text message, taking pictures, storing clients' phone numbers and carrying cell phones in the apron of in clothing. "So, no cell phones?" I asked, with a smirk. "Hey - it's for your protection," he answered smiling. "I was just kidding," I said. "I know, but that same rule applies to clients. We search them at the door and either confiscate the cell phones or let them return them to their cars. You guys have lives outside of this place and you don't need someone taking pictures or a video of you, right?" Fuck. I hadn't thought about that, but I'm glad Joe had. I read the rest of the rules which included the two I already knew about: no sex and no drinking. There was a lengthy section on confidentiality and privacy, then some legalese about breaking the terms of the contract... arbitration, penalties, remedies, etc. I had to put my initials by the section about college and what documentation I was required to provide as proof. I glanced over the contract one more time then signed at the bottom and pushed the form into the middle of Joe's desk. "Ok - let's go," he said. I followed him down the hall, turned left and into The Locker Room. "You have a locker in here... number 118," he said. He stopped in front of locker 118, entered the combination and opened it. The locker was huge, I guessed 6'x4' - you could easily fit two guys in there if the shelves were removed - and already had hangers, clean towels, flip-flops, shower gel, shampoo, a hair dryer and a leather shaving kit with who-knows-what inside. On the bottom was a new pair of black tennis shoes and a package of black low-rise socks. "Wow," I said. Joe reached into the top shelf and removed the apron - MY apron - and put it on the bench behind us. "This is YOUR locker," he said. "I don't allow guys to use each other's stuff or lockers and if I find out about it, there's trouble, ok?" I nodded. "Listen, out there you're about as exposed and vulnerable as you can get - and you're on stage the whole time - but this place - [he waved his hand around] - this is your safe place... for all of you guys." I nodded more and swallowed hard. "The folder in there is for you to take home and study. It has all our specials, menu items, some 'Q&A' and just general other stuff... but there's nothing identifiable in there... nothing that says 'Joe's' or the address or anything like that - just in case you have roommates or something." I nodded. "So, let me show you the rest of the locker room." We walked down the row of remaining lockers and I was stunned at how clean this place was. It didn't smell like a locker room, but it didn't smell like a hospital either. The carpet was those low-pile squares and I recognized them as the type where one square can be replaced if it gets messed up or damaged without having to replace the whole thing. We turned the corner into the shower room. The tile color reminded me of a mushroom... not just one color, but not brown either. There was a walk-in shower - open at both ends - and on the outside wall was a row of sinks with a raised countertop and a mirror running the length of the wall. Stepping inside the shower stall, there were five shower heads on both sides of the wall with plenty of shelf space built into the tile so you wouldn't need to put your soap or anything on the floors. The next room was toilets and urinals... and that was the end of the grand tour. "So, let's get you dressed and ready for training," he said leading the way back to the lockers. ==== "Joe, it's quiet in here," I said, standing at my locker. He looked at his watch. "I won't be for long. I have three guys coming in at 3 to relieve the guys out there now, then more guys will come in as Friday night starts picking up. We'll probably have all 75 tables full tonight," he said with a smile... "and a line at the door." Joe stood on the other side of the bench while I changed. "Y'know the code I gave you for the gate?" I nodded. "That's YOUR code," he continued. "and it's your locker code, too. The whole place is wired, so I can always know who comes and goes and all that stuff... it's for my protection and yours, y'get it? Every guy has his own code." "That's fine with me," I answered. "I'm glad to hear you've put this much thought into it." He leaned back against the other row of lockers while I hung my shirt in the locker. I turned back toward him and mad eye contact while I removed my shoes and socks, then turned to place them in the locker while getting the pair of shoes and package of socks he had for me. I looked at the shoes.. size 12 1/2. "How did you know my size?" I asked. He shrugged. "Lucky guess." I smiled. I locked eyes with him again and he didn't break my stare as I removed my shorts and underwear. My cock was half-mast and even though he didn't look away from my face I knew he could see it because the corners of his mouth turned into a smile. "What if I get a hard-on?" I asked. He looked down at my cock. "You own it," he said. "It's your gift and you need to wear it proudly, but if one of the guys touches you, you need to tell me or one of the managers or bouncers, ok?" "I got it," I said. I turned, left my shorts and jock on a shelf then grabbed a towel to sit on while I put on my socks and shoes. When I put my apron on, I looked down and could clearly see more than an inch of my cock and the thick, round pink head sticking out at a 30 degree angle. 'This apron will never hide my cock,' I thought. "The towel goes in the basket by the door," Joe said. I turned and put my arms out... "Ta-Da!" He immediately looked at my cock, then back at my face. "Yep. Own it," he said smiling and headed for the door. I grabbed the towel, threw it in the basket and followed him into the hall. ==== My vocal coach talks about the 'high' you get from singing, but it's really just a head-buzz that comes from either hyperventilating (if you're breathing incorrectly) or from the lack of oxygen to the brain from breathing and singing CORRECTLY, as in, from the diaphragm. I was feeling that buzz as I followed Joe down the back hallway and I knew I was slightly hyperventilating. I calmed myself by concentrating on my breathing and was mildly aware that he was talking. "I'm sorry, Joe... I'm nervous and missed that last thing you said," I said behind him. He stopped, turned around and put his hands on my shoulders looking me straight in the eyes. "I said, 'There are only about a dozen patrons out there right now with 3 waiters, so this is just a warm up.'" I nodded and swallowed hard. I could feel a wad of spit in my throat. "I'm going to mingle on the floor... go to the tables... welcome the customers... ask how they're doing... typical owner stuff, ok?" I nodded again. "You just follow me and I'll introduce you around. You're a smart guy, so be polite, respond wisely when they ask question,s and you'll be fine." He released my shoulders and headed down the hall. In my mind I was picturing the room and could tell that we were somewhere behind the stage area... then saw the door marked STAGE and knew I had my bearings. We walked another 15 feet and stopped at a dark mahogany wooden door. "Oh shit," I said. "What?" he turned to me. "I forgot to pee... and now I need to go." "Ok - go... I'll wait here," he said. I turned and started walking back to the locker room, cussing myself as I went. I got so excited earlier that I stopped thinking ahead. I got to the first locker room door and knew that was the side with the urinals, so I went in... and there was Chase, wearing nothing but his black tennis shoes, standing at the urinal. He glanced my way and smiled. "That apron looks good on you," he said. I smiled. "Well, that skin looks good on you!" I said, raising my eyebrows and grinning even bigger. 'Yeah - I'd love to wrestle with this guy,' I thought. My cock was starting to swell, so I ambled up to a urinal quickly and started a stream of piss while I could still go. "This old skin?" he said. "I wore it yesterday... hope no one notices." He winked at me. "So, you're the new guy, huh?" "That's me," I said heading to the sink and washing my hands. He dried his hands then came over to me. I figured, 'why the hell not?' and looked right at his cock... he looked good... medium-pale skin, no tan lines, trimmed dark blonde bush, leg fur and - if memory serves me - ass fur. I only got to see a little of his cock yesterday - and it was dark out there - but now I could see he has a nice thick cock with a very thick vein running along the top. He wasn't hard, but his cock was easily 3 inches. He put his hand out. "I'm 'Chase,'" he said. I shook it. "Marc." "Welcome." "Thanks. Look, Joe is waiting for me so..." He waved his hand at me. "Go. Go. We'll have time to catch-up. I'll see you out there." I looked back at him and smiled as I shut the locker room door behind me. ====