"Hello Travis. Will it be the usual? Turkey burger with swiss, add mushrooms, and for drink an Iced coffee?
"Yes. Oh and could you add a peach cobbler to that order?"
I'd been visiting the Moondance Diner in Soho, on and off for the past three months. My intention was to show up during the lunch hour shifts when Patrick would be serving. Patrick was the fairly new waiter that had been hired recently to assist with the lunch hour rush. Although I'd always loved the menu items at Moondance, I wasn't one of the regulars there until Patrick started.
Patrick who had been writing my order on his note pad repeated my order to me and told me he'd make sure I got the a little extra peach cobbler for being such an awesome loyal customer. I always made sure to tip Patrick well for his service and it was also my sly way of showing my interest in him. I never really knew if Patrick was receptive to my ambiguously flirtatious advances or if he was just genuinely a nice guy that was clueless to the borderline compliments I'd make about his nice arms, his perfect hair, or his dreamy eyes. If I'd had to guess I'd peg him to be an openminded straight dude who is comfortable in his skin. In the few instances that I'd been lucky enough to show-up during Patrick's shift, I'd been able to gather a little bit of information about my crush. He was a struggling actor in "The Big Apple" who'd moved here from the Midwest. Patrick's lack of funds and the scarce opportunities available as an actor led Patrick to the address 80 Sixth Avenue. Moondance Diner was a popular eatery in the area with the art crowd.
Roughly 10 minutes later Patrick was maneuvering through the small diner with a tray held over the heads of the patrons and was carefully walking in my direction near the rear of the diner close to the window. I'm very much a people watcher so I always made sure to find a nice window seat so that I could watch people walking down the side walk.
"Travis here is your order. I was able to push your order ahead of a few others so that you wouldn't have to wait too long."
I jokingly started to sing the lyrics to Donna Summer's popular hit, "She Works Hard for the Money," to which he quietly chuckled and gave me a wink to let me know that he was definitely flattering me due to my generosity with the tip. I wasn't mad at all. I was just happy that Patrick was going above and beyond. I was going to milk this for all it was worth because Patrick was to put it simply, an amazing specimen of a man. He had the rich creamy complexion of alabaster with a spattering of brown freckles dotting his angular chiseled face. His small blue eyes were complimented well by his thin pink pouty lips. Topping off his facial features was cleft chin which I always felt looked so great on men with angular features. Patrick had wild hair that was dirty blonde which matched his scruffy 5 o'clock shadow. As a person who enjoys people watching, one of my skills is imagining things about them such as their ethnicity or family origin. My observations of Patrick's physical features lead me to believe that he was of Nordic ancestry.
I ate my meal trying not to pester Patrick too much with minor requests considering there was a packed house for the lunch hour but I was definitely brainstorming a way to spend time alone with Patrick, as "friends." I thought to myself, "I wonder if Patrick would be interested in seeing an off Broadway show with me." I knew he was an actor trying to break into theater and Broadway so I would entice him with this opportunity and all on my dime. This would be right up Patrick's alley because it was the very reason he'd come to New York City in the first place. His time here had been spent with him looking for work and going on auditions and from what he'd told me he hadn't had much luck with getting callbacks from his auditions. He'd managed to secure a part as an extra in a popular sitcom but that was small change for the major expenses of New York City. I knew that with his movie star looks he wouldn't be waiting for very long for someone to take notice. From across the diner, I mouth "I'm ready to pay," to Patrick as he's clearing away the dirty dishes that were left behind by diners.
Patrick hurries over with my check in hand and as he's preparing to hand it over I decide to make my offer. "Hey I got tickets to this cool off Broadway show and I was wondering if you'd be interested in going with me."
"Cool! Yeah man I'd be honored to go. Which show is it and when are we going?"
I hadn't really purchased the tickets but I did have a show in mind that I figured he'd be interested in seeing. "Stomp and the tickets are for Friday night." If Patrick said yes I would head straight to the box office to purchase the tickets.
"Yeah I'm free that night. Where do you want me to meet you?"
"Oh just meet me here at the diner and we can walk over. The Orpheum Theater is not too far from here."
Patrick's next words were music to my ears. "Looks like it's a date then."
I handed Patrick a 10 dollar tip which normally I'd just leave at the table before walking out of the diner. Today I wanted to hand it to him personally and thank him. "No. Thank you Travis." With that I smiled and made my way out of the diner and straight to the Orpheum Theater to purchase the tickets. I'd made sure to get the best seats available somewhere near the stage. Stomp was billed as a highly energizing show that blended music, dance, and theatrical performance. The performers used things such as brooms, garbage cans, zippo lighters, and matchboxes to create an "electrifying rhythm." It was the type of show that appealed to my age group so I knew that Patrick would more than likely be interested in seeing it also.
Friday night was finally here and I was a ball of nerves. I had to play it cool and not come on too strong or I'd probably ruin any chance I might have with Patrick. So many things were going through my head as I walked the sidewalk to get to the diner where Patrick would be awaiting my arrival. I turn the corner and there he is, casually dressed in denim jeans and jacket, a big difference from how I'd see him when he would be waiting tables at the diner. He was also smoking a cigarette which is also something had no clue that he'd done but it was sexy. He looked like a modern day James Dean standing under the street light smoking his cigarette. Patrick notices me coming around the corner and his eyes light up. He drops the cigarette to the floor and smashes it with his rust colored Doc Marten boot. "Good to see you Travis."
"Thanks. Likewise man. You ready to see the show?"
"I'm more than ready. I've heard about this show and always wanted to see it. You are making a wish come true my friend."
Patrick and I walked to the theater and chatted the short distance there. I was able to find out more about his personal life in that short amount of time. Patrick broke up with his long time girlfriend just before coming to New York City. They were both in agreement that a long distance relationship would not work for either of them because she was going off to college in Washington state so they would be even further apart. He says he loved her but there was always something that had always made him feel awkward in relationships. Patrick confided, "I just don't really feel like myself when I'm with her, like it's someone else trying to be what she expects me to be."
Patrick was opening up to me with some intimate stuff that he'd been holding on to. He was being vulnerable and it made him even sexier. I wanted to know more but that wouldn't be possible because we were approaching the Orpheum theater and were about to get in line to be admitted inside. The show was everything that I'd hoped it would be. The reviews were spot on because it was an "electrifying" experience for both of us. The house lights came up in the theater and I was getting that bitter sweet feeling. I knew it was time for Patrick and I to part ways. We exited the theater and Patrick continued to rave about the show while all I could think about was how I could prolong my time with him. "Hey Travis why don't you come back to the diner with me?" It was after hours and the diner was closed so I wasn't sure why we were going back to the diner. "Isn't the diner closed at this time?" Patrick pulled the keys out of his pocked and held them in front of my face with a slick smirk on his face. "I worked a later shift today and the boss told me to cleanup and then lock the place up." Patrick had been exchanging shifts with someone on the late crew and because he was trusted by management he was allowed to stay longer and lock the doors to the business once he was done with his cleanup duties. I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. I quickly replied "I'm down, let's do it."
In a matter of minutes we were back at the diner. Patrick unlocked the door and flicked the lights on. I followed Patrick inside and he locked the door behind me. We were finally alone. My erotic desires kicked into action like a flame being ignited. I was not going to let this moment go to waste without at least letting Patrick know that I was "feeling something for him" even if I did so in a subtle way. I soon found out that I wouldn't have to do anything because to my immediate surprise Patrick was leading me to the employee restroom which was spotless and smelled of lemon scented Lysol. "Listen Travis, I appreciate you always leaving me great tips and taking me to see that amazing show tonight. I sense that you are attracted to me. Is that true to assume." I fumbled for an answer "Uh yeah I do like you a lot and I hope that doesn't freak you out."
I stood there awkwardly with my head down afraid to see the disgust that was probably on Patrick's face. The silence was killing me so I looked up and Patrick was smiling at me. "Travis I think I'm bisexual. I find you attractive also. Remember when I told you I don't feel like my true self when I was with my ex?" It was all making sense now. In so many words he was telling me earlier that him not feeling like himself with his ex was because he had feeling for guys perhaps. It mattered not what label he was choosing to identify with. I just knew that he was open to having some mutual fun.
"Travis I'm new to this but I'd like to explore this side of myself with you. I'm all yours. Do with me whatever you think I might enjoy most"
I only had it in my mind to drop to my knees and rip Patrick's jeans apart to reveal what I'd been fantasizing about for all of the months that I'd been visiting Moondance Diner. Of course I wouldn't be so aggressive this time around so I said nothing but let my actions do all of the talking. I looked down at his crotch and licked my lips to let him know that I was going to give him some "throat care." Patrick leaned against the sink and helped by unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping them for me. "Ok Travis take over from here, show me what you can do." To that I replied "My pleasure."
Slowly lowering myself to a position that would place me at perfect eye level to his covered cock, I gently peeled away the layer of clothes that was keeping me in the dark from seeing Patrick's cock. I pulled his jeans down to his ankles first which left him standing there is a pair of faded army green boxers. Next I'd pull the boxers down to his ankles. Patrick decided to step completely out of the jeans and boxers so that he could give me a wide berth so that I'd have the necessary elbowroom to really get down and dirty. As he was removing his pants and boxers I'd had more than enough time to really take in his magnificent flaccid cock which hung every bit of 6 inches soft. It was a cock that was surrounded by fine wave hair that matched in color to the hair on his head. The carpet definitely matched the drapes, so to speak. I lifted Patrick's warm moist cock and momentarily held it in my palm to enjoy the weight of it. I slowly brought my face to my cock not to suck but to smell his member and enjoy the natural scent of his manhood. I could only imagine what was going through Patrick's mind when I was doing this but he remained quiet the whole time just waiting for my mouth to encapsulate his penis. I didn't want him to think I was teasing him so I opened wide to slowly and gently suck his cock in from head to base. With his cock fully engulfed inside my maw, I introduced him to the wonders of a skilled tongue. My tongue danced around his burgeoning cock and brought the once soft cock to a hard one. Now I could truly give Patrick a taste of my oral skills. I bobbed back and forth for a good five minutes not wanting to cause Patrick to ejaculate to soon. I did however want him to enjoy the feeling of a warm wet mouth gliding along his shaft. Patrick goaded me with words of encouragement throughout that time.
"Travis I've never experienced anything like this before. Your lips are magical."
I internally radiated with pride at such an amazing compliment from the man I'd been having a crush on. Patrick's balls were bouncing with the gyrations of Patrick's body as I sucked his cock so I cupped them with one hand and gently massaged them while continuing the task of sucking. Holding Patrick's juicy balls gave me the idea to gently suck them as well. This action sent a shudder through Patrick's body and a sensuous moan escaped his lips which told me he enjoyed that sensation. I continued to suck his balls until his body's natural reaction was to draw them in close to the body. "Wow Travis you almost made me cum from just sucking my balls. I won't be able to hold it back too much longer. Where can I cum?"
I always fantasized about this question being asked and to it I always imagined myself saying "Cum wherever you want to."
"Okay Travis, I think I'm ready if you are. Make it spit."
I loved when he said dirty things like that. In my head I was his private cocksucker and my job was to milk him dry. I proceeded to suck him much faster this time. I was going to extract that load if my life depended on it. His moans grew louder and his breaths grew stronger. My mouth was working in overdrive to bring Patrick to climax. I was prepared to catch his load in my mouth but just as he was about to release it he pulled his hard throbbing cock out of my mouth and aimed it for my face. He unloaded 8 thick warm ropes of cum across my face, giving me a facial and then some. I was in heaven feeling his baby batter slide down the contours of my face. I couldn't resist the opportunity to taste some that was sliding near the opening of my lips. I relished in the warm salty fluid that met the tip of my tongue.
Patrick helped me clean up the mess we'd made in the restroom and as the saying goes, "All good things must come to an end." We were preparing to step outside to leave the diner but before we did Patrick said to me "That was by far the best tip anyone has ever given me."
"Yes. Oh and could you add a peach cobbler to that order?"
I'd been visiting the Moondance Diner in Soho, on and off for the past three months. My intention was to show up during the lunch hour shifts when Patrick would be serving. Patrick was the fairly new waiter that had been hired recently to assist with the lunch hour rush. Although I'd always loved the menu items at Moondance, I wasn't one of the regulars there until Patrick started.
Patrick who had been writing my order on his note pad repeated my order to me and told me he'd make sure I got the a little extra peach cobbler for being such an awesome loyal customer. I always made sure to tip Patrick well for his service and it was also my sly way of showing my interest in him. I never really knew if Patrick was receptive to my ambiguously flirtatious advances or if he was just genuinely a nice guy that was clueless to the borderline compliments I'd make about his nice arms, his perfect hair, or his dreamy eyes. If I'd had to guess I'd peg him to be an openminded straight dude who is comfortable in his skin. In the few instances that I'd been lucky enough to show-up during Patrick's shift, I'd been able to gather a little bit of information about my crush. He was a struggling actor in "The Big Apple" who'd moved here from the Midwest. Patrick's lack of funds and the scarce opportunities available as an actor led Patrick to the address 80 Sixth Avenue. Moondance Diner was a popular eatery in the area with the art crowd.
Roughly 10 minutes later Patrick was maneuvering through the small diner with a tray held over the heads of the patrons and was carefully walking in my direction near the rear of the diner close to the window. I'm very much a people watcher so I always made sure to find a nice window seat so that I could watch people walking down the side walk.
"Travis here is your order. I was able to push your order ahead of a few others so that you wouldn't have to wait too long."
I jokingly started to sing the lyrics to Donna Summer's popular hit, "She Works Hard for the Money," to which he quietly chuckled and gave me a wink to let me know that he was definitely flattering me due to my generosity with the tip. I wasn't mad at all. I was just happy that Patrick was going above and beyond. I was going to milk this for all it was worth because Patrick was to put it simply, an amazing specimen of a man. He had the rich creamy complexion of alabaster with a spattering of brown freckles dotting his angular chiseled face. His small blue eyes were complimented well by his thin pink pouty lips. Topping off his facial features was cleft chin which I always felt looked so great on men with angular features. Patrick had wild hair that was dirty blonde which matched his scruffy 5 o'clock shadow. As a person who enjoys people watching, one of my skills is imagining things about them such as their ethnicity or family origin. My observations of Patrick's physical features lead me to believe that he was of Nordic ancestry.
I ate my meal trying not to pester Patrick too much with minor requests considering there was a packed house for the lunch hour but I was definitely brainstorming a way to spend time alone with Patrick, as "friends." I thought to myself, "I wonder if Patrick would be interested in seeing an off Broadway show with me." I knew he was an actor trying to break into theater and Broadway so I would entice him with this opportunity and all on my dime. This would be right up Patrick's alley because it was the very reason he'd come to New York City in the first place. His time here had been spent with him looking for work and going on auditions and from what he'd told me he hadn't had much luck with getting callbacks from his auditions. He'd managed to secure a part as an extra in a popular sitcom but that was small change for the major expenses of New York City. I knew that with his movie star looks he wouldn't be waiting for very long for someone to take notice. From across the diner, I mouth "I'm ready to pay," to Patrick as he's clearing away the dirty dishes that were left behind by diners.
Patrick hurries over with my check in hand and as he's preparing to hand it over I decide to make my offer. "Hey I got tickets to this cool off Broadway show and I was wondering if you'd be interested in going with me."
"Cool! Yeah man I'd be honored to go. Which show is it and when are we going?"
I hadn't really purchased the tickets but I did have a show in mind that I figured he'd be interested in seeing. "Stomp and the tickets are for Friday night." If Patrick said yes I would head straight to the box office to purchase the tickets.
"Yeah I'm free that night. Where do you want me to meet you?"
"Oh just meet me here at the diner and we can walk over. The Orpheum Theater is not too far from here."
Patrick's next words were music to my ears. "Looks like it's a date then."
I handed Patrick a 10 dollar tip which normally I'd just leave at the table before walking out of the diner. Today I wanted to hand it to him personally and thank him. "No. Thank you Travis." With that I smiled and made my way out of the diner and straight to the Orpheum Theater to purchase the tickets. I'd made sure to get the best seats available somewhere near the stage. Stomp was billed as a highly energizing show that blended music, dance, and theatrical performance. The performers used things such as brooms, garbage cans, zippo lighters, and matchboxes to create an "electrifying rhythm." It was the type of show that appealed to my age group so I knew that Patrick would more than likely be interested in seeing it also.
Friday night was finally here and I was a ball of nerves. I had to play it cool and not come on too strong or I'd probably ruin any chance I might have with Patrick. So many things were going through my head as I walked the sidewalk to get to the diner where Patrick would be awaiting my arrival. I turn the corner and there he is, casually dressed in denim jeans and jacket, a big difference from how I'd see him when he would be waiting tables at the diner. He was also smoking a cigarette which is also something had no clue that he'd done but it was sexy. He looked like a modern day James Dean standing under the street light smoking his cigarette. Patrick notices me coming around the corner and his eyes light up. He drops the cigarette to the floor and smashes it with his rust colored Doc Marten boot. "Good to see you Travis."
"Thanks. Likewise man. You ready to see the show?"
"I'm more than ready. I've heard about this show and always wanted to see it. You are making a wish come true my friend."
Patrick and I walked to the theater and chatted the short distance there. I was able to find out more about his personal life in that short amount of time. Patrick broke up with his long time girlfriend just before coming to New York City. They were both in agreement that a long distance relationship would not work for either of them because she was going off to college in Washington state so they would be even further apart. He says he loved her but there was always something that had always made him feel awkward in relationships. Patrick confided, "I just don't really feel like myself when I'm with her, like it's someone else trying to be what she expects me to be."
Patrick was opening up to me with some intimate stuff that he'd been holding on to. He was being vulnerable and it made him even sexier. I wanted to know more but that wouldn't be possible because we were approaching the Orpheum theater and were about to get in line to be admitted inside. The show was everything that I'd hoped it would be. The reviews were spot on because it was an "electrifying" experience for both of us. The house lights came up in the theater and I was getting that bitter sweet feeling. I knew it was time for Patrick and I to part ways. We exited the theater and Patrick continued to rave about the show while all I could think about was how I could prolong my time with him. "Hey Travis why don't you come back to the diner with me?" It was after hours and the diner was closed so I wasn't sure why we were going back to the diner. "Isn't the diner closed at this time?" Patrick pulled the keys out of his pocked and held them in front of my face with a slick smirk on his face. "I worked a later shift today and the boss told me to cleanup and then lock the place up." Patrick had been exchanging shifts with someone on the late crew and because he was trusted by management he was allowed to stay longer and lock the doors to the business once he was done with his cleanup duties. I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. I quickly replied "I'm down, let's do it."
In a matter of minutes we were back at the diner. Patrick unlocked the door and flicked the lights on. I followed Patrick inside and he locked the door behind me. We were finally alone. My erotic desires kicked into action like a flame being ignited. I was not going to let this moment go to waste without at least letting Patrick know that I was "feeling something for him" even if I did so in a subtle way. I soon found out that I wouldn't have to do anything because to my immediate surprise Patrick was leading me to the employee restroom which was spotless and smelled of lemon scented Lysol. "Listen Travis, I appreciate you always leaving me great tips and taking me to see that amazing show tonight. I sense that you are attracted to me. Is that true to assume." I fumbled for an answer "Uh yeah I do like you a lot and I hope that doesn't freak you out."
I stood there awkwardly with my head down afraid to see the disgust that was probably on Patrick's face. The silence was killing me so I looked up and Patrick was smiling at me. "Travis I think I'm bisexual. I find you attractive also. Remember when I told you I don't feel like my true self when I was with my ex?" It was all making sense now. In so many words he was telling me earlier that him not feeling like himself with his ex was because he had feeling for guys perhaps. It mattered not what label he was choosing to identify with. I just knew that he was open to having some mutual fun.
"Travis I'm new to this but I'd like to explore this side of myself with you. I'm all yours. Do with me whatever you think I might enjoy most"
I only had it in my mind to drop to my knees and rip Patrick's jeans apart to reveal what I'd been fantasizing about for all of the months that I'd been visiting Moondance Diner. Of course I wouldn't be so aggressive this time around so I said nothing but let my actions do all of the talking. I looked down at his crotch and licked my lips to let him know that I was going to give him some "throat care." Patrick leaned against the sink and helped by unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping them for me. "Ok Travis take over from here, show me what you can do." To that I replied "My pleasure."
Slowly lowering myself to a position that would place me at perfect eye level to his covered cock, I gently peeled away the layer of clothes that was keeping me in the dark from seeing Patrick's cock. I pulled his jeans down to his ankles first which left him standing there is a pair of faded army green boxers. Next I'd pull the boxers down to his ankles. Patrick decided to step completely out of the jeans and boxers so that he could give me a wide berth so that I'd have the necessary elbowroom to really get down and dirty. As he was removing his pants and boxers I'd had more than enough time to really take in his magnificent flaccid cock which hung every bit of 6 inches soft. It was a cock that was surrounded by fine wave hair that matched in color to the hair on his head. The carpet definitely matched the drapes, so to speak. I lifted Patrick's warm moist cock and momentarily held it in my palm to enjoy the weight of it. I slowly brought my face to my cock not to suck but to smell his member and enjoy the natural scent of his manhood. I could only imagine what was going through Patrick's mind when I was doing this but he remained quiet the whole time just waiting for my mouth to encapsulate his penis. I didn't want him to think I was teasing him so I opened wide to slowly and gently suck his cock in from head to base. With his cock fully engulfed inside my maw, I introduced him to the wonders of a skilled tongue. My tongue danced around his burgeoning cock and brought the once soft cock to a hard one. Now I could truly give Patrick a taste of my oral skills. I bobbed back and forth for a good five minutes not wanting to cause Patrick to ejaculate to soon. I did however want him to enjoy the feeling of a warm wet mouth gliding along his shaft. Patrick goaded me with words of encouragement throughout that time.
"Travis I've never experienced anything like this before. Your lips are magical."
I internally radiated with pride at such an amazing compliment from the man I'd been having a crush on. Patrick's balls were bouncing with the gyrations of Patrick's body as I sucked his cock so I cupped them with one hand and gently massaged them while continuing the task of sucking. Holding Patrick's juicy balls gave me the idea to gently suck them as well. This action sent a shudder through Patrick's body and a sensuous moan escaped his lips which told me he enjoyed that sensation. I continued to suck his balls until his body's natural reaction was to draw them in close to the body. "Wow Travis you almost made me cum from just sucking my balls. I won't be able to hold it back too much longer. Where can I cum?"
I always fantasized about this question being asked and to it I always imagined myself saying "Cum wherever you want to."
"Okay Travis, I think I'm ready if you are. Make it spit."
I loved when he said dirty things like that. In my head I was his private cocksucker and my job was to milk him dry. I proceeded to suck him much faster this time. I was going to extract that load if my life depended on it. His moans grew louder and his breaths grew stronger. My mouth was working in overdrive to bring Patrick to climax. I was prepared to catch his load in my mouth but just as he was about to release it he pulled his hard throbbing cock out of my mouth and aimed it for my face. He unloaded 8 thick warm ropes of cum across my face, giving me a facial and then some. I was in heaven feeling his baby batter slide down the contours of my face. I couldn't resist the opportunity to taste some that was sliding near the opening of my lips. I relished in the warm salty fluid that met the tip of my tongue.
Patrick helped me clean up the mess we'd made in the restroom and as the saying goes, "All good things must come to an end." We were preparing to step outside to leave the diner but before we did Patrick said to me "That was by far the best tip anyone has ever given me."
