Starting a part time job, turns into some amazing experiences
It came about as follows.
My friend Kevin had quit his waiting job at a local posh restaurant. I asked him why and he informed he’d been hit on by a gay friend of the owners.
It was closing time and he’d apparently been on his knees by the sink tidying up when a drunk friend of the gay owners,had stood over him, ran his fingers through his hair, and that was enough to freak him out and immediately quit.
He’d told me this and I was immediately forming a plan in my head. Partly because I hated by paper round and doing other jobs like washing cars for money. This was like 40 quid a week for a few hours plus tips.
I applied immediately and thankfully was quickly interviewed and offered the job.
Now, everyone in my small town was gossiping when these two young men arrived and opened this place and naturally names were called, poof, queens etc and things for a while were pretty quiet until the local morons found something else to hate on.
Obviously being on the trade and having lots of friends they had rustled up a fair bit of business and the non bigots started eating there. I got stick from my friends who joked about me working for the gays and that they’d end up bumming me! How little they knew.
I started my journey very early ( please see earlier stories) and had infact been bummed by my boyfriend and my older lover for at least 5 years. I wasn’t particularly interested in anything else apart from a much better paid job, in the warm, and had no issues with them being gay as I had already accepted i was bisexual.
Things started well, I ironed a white shirt and pair of black trousers and walked to the restaurant. Dave and Paul seemed really nice, not overly camp or anything. Well spoken and obviously succesful and driven I hoped to learn a lot from them. They cooked and did various tasks as I nervously took orders from the few customers and hoped I wouldn’t fuck up.
The evening slipped by, I kept forgetting to duck as I walked down the stairs and hit my head hard on a beam crossing the stairs to the restaurant floor. Thankfully no food was dropped and I just swore under my breath.
I was tall for 14, 6 foot and size 11 feet and still growing, blonde hair and green eyes with a size 28 waist.
I felt the night had gone reasonably well, I had mucked up a couple of times,by serving the man before the lady and had led out some cutlery wrong but nothing some training wouldn’t solve. Dave and Paul seemed pleased enough with my first nights work and said if it worked out I could possibly get more shifts if business kept picking up.
I said I’d be happy for anyrhing, helped tidy up and walked home with tips that were more than my paper round
When I arrived next time we did the same as before, set tables and chatted and they told me about their previous business in London but wanted to seek the quiet rural life, they asked me if I knew they were a couple and I joked about eveeyone knowing and they had been the talk of the town for ages.
They laughed and said they must be the only gays I had met? I laughed and said no, my friend ( and lover) was gay, I told them and I mentioned that there was a retired teacher people suspected was gay, ( my older lover of the last 3 years) and there were a couple of other men in town people suspected were gay, including a notoriously rich man in another village who paid boys very well for doing odd jobs. We all guessed what those jobs were.
They mentioned Kevin and said they were sad about what happened. I asked ( knowing fully well) and they said their stupid friend had visited, got drunk and made a silly comment and made a half assed pass at him asking if he had a boyfriend!
I just said it was a shame and I had actually said I think he over reacted. They laughed and said you wouldn’t have been offended? I just laughed and said no , I said infact, their is a local man who frequents the local snooker club and on several occasions had stood way to close and was very obviously rubbing his leg against mine, until I told him to fuck off. Paul joked well you are a good looking lad. Dave shot him a look and almost scowled, ” Paul behave he said, we don’t need to lose another waiter!”
I just laughed and said it was fine, I said I didn’t shock easily and I was enjoying working there. We continued to clean up the kitchen and soon it was very late and I was ready to go home. As I walked outside, Paul was lighting a cigarette, ” Fancy a fag?” He asked? I joked well you are both good looking” and took the cigarette from Pauls hand, ” oh we do like a sense of humour” Paul said, “its been difficult to be accepted by anyone but suppliers he explained” apart from our friends who visit we only really see each other for company, and when you work together all day, there isn’t much to discuss at night!”
I said thats perfectly understandable and I was sure in time things would change. As I finished my cigarette I said night to them both and walked home thinking how much i liked the job and Dave and Paul and looked forward to my next shift.
Dave popped his head out the side door to the alley, and shouted at Paul, “Drive Paul home” He insisted and Paul agreed. He had a flash range rover and soon I was opening the door to get out. Paul asked if I was enjoying things working for him and Dave and said they had been talking and saying they were pleased with me and were fond of me.
I said I was very pleased and liked the job and said they were very nice and I liked spending time with them. He said not to tell my parents about the cigarette and I told him I had been smoking for years. He chuckled and said I was a naughty boy. I laughed and joked he had no idea how naughty I could be. He joked and said we can’t wait to find out and I climbed out and went to my door and went inside.
Next shift came soon enough and it was a very busy Saturday night. Advertising was paying off and the good food was drawing in repeat people. Before we knew it it was midnight and we’d barely made a hole in the tidying. Dave and Paul we moaning about it and said worse case scenario they’d have to do it on the Sunday as this was still a time a lot of places closed on the Sunday. “Sod it, Dave shouted, I’m having a fag, do you want one he asked me? I naturally said yes and all three of us stood in the cold night air puffing away. ” Dave” Paul said, he’s been smoking for a couple of years he informed me” I chuckled as said it was true. “So what other naughty things do you get up to? Asked Dave.
I paused and had a thought, ” well I like a beer as well” I said. Dave laughed and said, ” we can’t ply a young boy with alcohol” or they’d get in trouble! I just laughed and said i won’t tell if you both won’t. Seriously would you like a beer they asked? I said I would so we went baxk into the small bar and they poured me a beer. We sat by the log fire and chatted. They said wasn’t i worried my parents would find out?
I explained to he honest they are to busy and it wasn’t an issue as if I ever stayed out late I stayed with a friend. I then said, infact it wouldn’t make any difference if I stayed there the night and helped tidy up tomorrow. They said it wasn’t necessary but I said I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to, I had no plans, nobody cared if I went home.
I said I enjoyed their company and getting to know them both over the weeks I had been there. I asked how long they had been together? They said they had met at university and had been together about 15 years. I pushed further and asked how their parents reacted and how being gay was probably a lot more open and accepted in London.
They both started chatting about their lives growing up and when they realised as teenagers their sexual feelings were towards boys and not girls. They said it been difficult but thankfully things had worked out, their parents had accepted their choices and life had panned out ok. Their courses at university brought them together and that was how they started.
I said I wish my parents were so accepting, I told them of the time a girl called me to take her out. My mum had taken the message and when I got home I was told to call her. When I got off the phone, my very old fashioned racist and bigoted father asked what was going on? I said I had a date with the girl on the phone and his next words were.
” Thank fuck, for a moment I was worried you were going to be gay!” They both stared horrified and told me that must have been awful? I just said my parents were very old fashioned and cold. For some reason I even started telling them how I felt unloved and just wanted to feel i was wanted.
They both said it was sad and that if I ever wanted a night away I was welcome there. So then the tables turned. ‘ Come on they asked’ All lads together, do you have a girl then,they asked laughing. ” Well ‘ I replied, ” does a boy who is pretty much a girl count?” ” Oh my god’ they almost said simultaneously. Do you like boys? They asked?
I sipped my beer and asked for a cigarette. Dave handed me one as Paul pumped me for more information. I told them, what I was about to divulge could never got outside those four walls. They both joked and said this must be serious, but there lips were seated.
I suddenly found myself confiding in them. I explained my up bringing and how I felt pretty much ignored, I explained I was an accidental pregnancy, I knew I was loved but it was never shown physically. That must be hard they said. I agreed it was and then I found myself divulging secrets I had only told to elderly lover
I said how,my friend had molested me as a 6 year old and that was I weird for liking it and not telling on him?
I told them we were still lovers and that infact i had also had an elderly lover for several years. However I also did like girls and wasn’t a virgin with either sex and I enjoyed feeling wanted and the physical act of sex was what I loved as well.
Dave laughed and said ‘ wow,you are a dark horse aren’t you? He said’ maybe it waa a good job you weren’t here when Stephen made the pass at Kevin, you may have acted differently he missed.
Well, that would depend if I liked him or not and what he was into I relied?
They half jokingly asked what I meant?By now the damage was done i thought to myself.
Well I found myself saying, the only reason I had two lovers was,as my boyfriend was only interested in sucking my cock and me fucking him
I had pursued my other lover to fill in all the parts I desired sexually. Jesus Paul said’ for a young boy you know what you like. So if our friends tried to seduce you,you may have been interested? I said, ‘ yes,had i liked him and what he was offering, I said.
Please explain Paul asked. I just said I loved sex and the thrill of it and feeling wanted and to a degree the risk of ir,though the consequences in my case would be horrific.
They almost gingerly aakes me, waa it weird to want ro push me for more details?
The conversation turned sexual
What did,I,like? Boys and girls obviously but what was it specifically? I said I wasn’t sure, obviously cocks and bums as I was introduced to that first. Then playing with girls as I grew up and I liked that as well.
Then it was about did I like to give or receive a blow job?
Did i prefer giving or receiving anal?
Had i tasted cum? Did I likw it etc?
I explained i felt,in the right circumstances with the right person anything was possible!
They said they were amazed at my confidence and pleased I felt able to confide in them. I told them i felt comfortable around them both and fond of them.
Paul said, I was joking to Dave the other day about when I dropped you home. He said he was almost tempted to kiss you goodnight he laughed. I looked up at them and said, ‘ well don’t waste the same opportunity twice i replied!
” oh I am not even joking’ Paul uttered looking at me stunned!” Well we have all night, if you want me to stay i told them. I don’t know if you’re joking Dave said.
Shall we continue this in your bedroom I asked?
They looked like deer in a headlight. A 14 year old asking to gay men in their 30s if he could share their bed?
Part 2 to follow
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