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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