Speedo Waiter

This is a story that I wrote years ago and I thought I’d repost it.

It is a fantasy of mine to be either the waiter or the host.

I saw an add 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 – 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 Brad.

Back to the story…

So I’m feeling pretty   confident with my body these days and this add for the ‘Exhibitionist Waiter’   sounds like it could be interesting and I won’t knock back the money.

I replied to the add 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 add – 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 prove 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   door. 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,

“Brad, 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 fantasised 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 Brad   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 Brad 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   man?” 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 Brad one of your waiters for the night.” I tried to break some ice – and   maybe break this guys stare.

I had succeeded as the man   look up at me. “Hi there Brad – 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 hands   full 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 Andy. 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.