Going to the Local Pub: Eddie: Man, What a Fucking Day at Work T - Cover

Going to the Local Pub: Eddie: Man, What a Fucking Day at Work T

by Matthew Wilder

Copyright© 2020 by Matthew Wilder

Erotica Sex Story: Guy has a long hard work week and decided to go to the local pub on Friday to catch a drink and chill. While there he become fascinated with the servers crotch and ass.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma   Consensual   Gay   Oral Sex   .

Going to the Local Pub:

Eddie: Man, what a fucking day at work today; I’m glad its Friday. I’m going to head over to my favorite pub called “After the Office” for my usual relaxer a Rum and Coke.

Eddie Guess, I’ll take this booth on the end and do you have a Menu dude.

Taking the Drink and Appetizer Order:

Paul: Sure, I’m Paul and I will be your server tonight, may I get you a drink from the bar.

Eddie: Yes, I’ll have a Montecristo and Coke

Paul: Got it and what appetizer should I put in for you tonight: mozzarella sticks, loaded nachos, chicken tenders or Jalapeño Poppers.

Eddie: Let me have the mozzarella sticks, please.

Paul: Great, I’ll put those in for you which will take about 5-10 minutes and I’ll be right back with your drink.

Bringing the Drink Order:

Paul: Your Montecristo and Coke; are you ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?

Eddie: Thank-you, yes, I’m ready, please let me have the minestrone soup for my appetizer, no salad, sautéed calamari with linguine and marinara sauce.

Paul: Perfect, let me put your order in and I’ll be right back.

Eddie: Wait a minute, instead of the meat sauce, can I substitute the marinara for the Fra Diavolo Sauce.

Paul: Sure, we can do that.

Eddie: Great, Thanks so much!

Server brings Mozzarella Sticks:

Paul: here your mozzarella sticks enjoy.

Eddie: (in my head) These mozzarella sticks are delicious and stringy just the way I like it.

I don’t know why but it makes me think of cock.

I have always liked guys, but never had the balls to take action. This guy Paul sure has a nice ass, and it’s hard to see his crotch with that stupid apron in the way. Wonder what it would be like to feel, touch and yes, I want to taste a cock. I have even fantasized about being sucked off too many times but I just don’t know how to go about it. Wonder if Eddie is straight or at least curious; I would never come right out and ask him.

Paul: How are your mozzarella sticks, sir?

Eddie: Delicious, the cheese is fresh and stringy; just the way I like it

Server Brings Dinner:

Paul: Your sautéed calamari with Fra Diavolo Sauce; Enjoy.

Paul: Great, may I get you anything else. Perhaps another Montecristo and Coke.

Eddie: Yeah, I could use another one of those.

Server Brings Second Drink:

Paul: I’ll be right back with your drink

Paul: Your Montecristo and Coke, How is your Dinner sir?

Eddie: Delicious, it’s one of the best Fra Diavolo Sauces I ever had and the calamari is done just right.

Eddie: (in my head I’m thinking) Even if I suddenly developed the balls to go grab his crotch; I can’t do that with all these people around. He sure has a nice smile; wonder what his cock looks like. I wish I could just get a glimpse if he would just take off his dam apron.

Eddie: (Again in my mind) My suit pants are starting to feel a little uncomfortable now if you know what I mean. It appears my cock is starting to get hard. Oh, Fuck! He has to be just a few years older younger than me.

Paul: I can see you didn’t like it; I’ll have to tell the chef.

Eddie: Yea, tell him I want a refund because my plate is empty.

Save Room for Dessert:

Paul: Did you save room for dessert? We have Chocolate Mouse, Crème Burles, Triple Chocolate Layer Cake. Chocolate Profiterole, Cream Puffs, Egg Clair’s and a Chocolate Sea Salt Strawberry Souffle.

Paul: Did you get all that?

Eddie: Yes, (and just then I accidentally knocked the dam water glass over) Oh shit, I’m so sorry Paul.)

The glass went over and spilled on the table and even reached Paul’s Apron.

Eddie: No big deal; it happens, sir. I’ll be right back.

Eddie: Eddie, approached my table with no apron on. Fuck me, the water from my drink appeared to make his crotch wet. in fact, I could now see his cock outline which was semi-hard.

I wanted to reach down and rub my crotch but didn’t dare while he was standing there.

Paul: What desert are you going with tonight?

Eddie: Let me please have the Chocolate Sea Salt Strawberry Soufflé

Paul: Excellent choice; that desert will take about thirty minutes as we make it to order.

Eddie: OK.

Eddie: By this time the pub was clearing out and I’m the second to last table was just paying their check. I happen to notice that while Paul was taking my order; his erection was getting harder each moment he stood there.

Paul: Here you are sir; enjoy.

Eddie: Just as I take my first bite while Eddie was trying to take his hand away his fucking college ring gets stuck in the souffle’s ramekin. Thus, topples the whole dam desert off the table onto my shirt, down to my belt and yes all over my fucking crotch.

Paul: I’m sorry sir; let me clean this up.

Eddie: Fuck man this is a brand-new polo shirt and Levi jeans.

Paul: Again sir, I’m really sorry.

I want to Talk to your Manager:

Eddie: I want to talk to your manager!

Paul: Oh, please sir I need this job to help pay off my college tuition as my other part-time job barely puts a dent in what I own. Let me take you downstairs and clean this up for you.

Downstairs to Cleanup:

Eddie: Sir, please take your polo shirt off and jeans I will wash them for you.

Paul: My Fucking cock was rock hard; I noticed that the owner had just left and locked the door

Eddie: Your owner left;

Paul: Yes, he leaves, locks the door, I do all the cleaning up and finally lock the back door when I leave. Now, will you please take off your polo button-down shirt and jeans so I can wash them for you.

Eddie: I slowly unbutton my shirt while having my back to him and hand it to him.

Paul: Come on man my jeans to

Paul: Yes, It did spill all over your jeans so I need to clean them too. Please take your pants off so I can wash them, finish my cleaning upstairs, lockup and go home.

Eddie: Next, I unbuckle my belt on my jeans, unsnap my pants. Fuck I’m getting hard, I have to hide this hard-on; I don’t want him to see it. I unzip my fly, take off my jeans and hand them to Paul.

Paul: Eddie, puts them in the washing machine, turns it on and heads back upstairs.

Eddie: I have to clean out the desert cabinet, clean the counters, disinfect the soda machine jets which will take me about sixty minutes. The wash will take about 30 minutes it’s really fast we use it for all our linens and then 30 minutes for the dryer which does everything in one machine.

 
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