Chapter 1: A Good Tip Indeed

“Oh…” Tyler moaned as Beau moved his thick tongue in and out of his puckering asshole. “Oh, god fuckin…” He trailed off as Beau did his signature move. “Oh GOD, you’re so fucking good at this.”

“I know.” Beau said, coming up for air. Giving Tyler a little nibble on his plump, round, bubble ass. He went back into his task. He loved this and could do it for hours. He would, but they didn’t have the time. “Think that’s wet enough?”

“Maybe, come here.” Tyler pulled Beau up and pressed his lips to his, the taste of his own ass sending him into the stratosphere while Beaus tongue danced with his own. Tyler moved down from his mouth to his jaw, his wide jaw. Then his neck, careful not to leave a mark he didn’t want the customers inside to notice. Tyler squatted down and unleashed Beaus gorgeous, erect, cut, 7-inch cock. “Fuck, I always forget how pretty this thing is.”

“Maybe don’t call it pretty. It’s a manly penis, it’s handsome. Or hot.” Beau responded.

“Seriously?” Tyler looked up at Beau, cock in one hand, balls in the other. “Does it matter, I’m gonna suck it anyway.”

“Eh, you’re right. Go ahead.” He shrugs and Tyler did. He enveloped the entire thing in an instant. He was like a magician making things disappear. “Ohhh…” Beau moaned in deep pleasure. “Fu…” Tyler bobbed his head up and down, slowly at first then he picked up speed. The sweet, salty taste of Beaus precum coating Tylers’ throat. His musky pube scent driving him mad. He bobbed faster, almost gagging but Tyler was a pro and had plenty of practice.

“Beau, have you seen Tyler? I need a comp.” Bethany, one of the mens’ coworkers asks as she opens the back door. Beau shoved Tylers’ head all the way down, thankfully they were covered by the piles of trash and she couldn’t see below Beaus’ chest.

“Nope…” Beau said trying to cover the heavenly feeling of being deep throated by Tylers’ soft, warm, tight throat. “Not at all…not in a few minutes.” He groaned and fought not to fall into a ball as Tyler continued to suck the soul out of Beaus’ hot cock. “Maybe he’s taking a shit.” Beau told her. Tyler stopped for a moment and looked up at him with an annoyed look. He softly nibbled to give Beau a warning and it turned Beau on even more. “Ah…”

“You good?” Bethany asked.

“Yup, just stretching my hamstrings. They’re a little tight after the gym today.” Tyler continued his blow job and moved one of his hands around to give him a little tap at his back door.

“Okay, well do you know his numbers? I need to comp an appetizer off this tables ticket. they’re being big douches about it.” Tyler rubbed Beaus hole and his cock spasmed in his throat.

“Uh, yeah.” Beau fought the urge to moan in ecstasy yet again. “3882.”

“Thanks.” And with that Bethany disappeared to go back to her customers.

“Great now I have to change my numbers.” Tyler said getting up and turning around, pressing his ass against Beaus now well lubricated cock. “Hurry up, we need to get back to work.”

“Will do. Mind if I nut inside?”

“You’re the one who’ll have to pay child support.” Beau giggled as he slid his throbbing penis into Tylers’ still wet and tight hole. “Come on, let me in.” He whispered into Tylers’ ear.

“Oh…” Tyler moaned as he pushed back slowly onto Beaus’ dick. Pain for a moment and then pure ecstasy. “Fuck me Beau.” He moaned.

“Fuck yeah.” Beau started to buck his hips fast and rough under the time constraint. “Oh, fuck baby. You’re so tight.” He said as he pushed deeper and deeper, stretching and gaping Tylers’ hole. Tyler reached behind him and grabbed Beaus’ muscular ass forcing him deeper and deeper into him. Beau pushed Tyler against the wall and fucked him as hard as he could.

“Fuck Beau!” Tyler moaned in immense pleasure. “Fuuuuuck!” He bounced his ass against Beaus’ cock in rhythm, meeting his hips and creating a clapping sound.

“I’m close.” Beau moaned, biting Tylers’ ear.

“Breed me Daddy!” He groaned as Beau bucked into him one final, deep time. Tyler could feel Beaus’ hot, heavy load coat his inner walls. “Fuck.” Tyler said as he pushed himself back into Beau to continue milking him. “Keep going.”

“I can’t.” Beau said, but did anyway. “Fuck I love when you do that.” He said as Tyler clenched his hole to pull more cum out of his dick.

“I know you do.” He pulled off Beaus’ still hard cock. He leaned down and gave it a little kiss and sucked the cockhead one more time to get the final drops of Beaus babies. “Mmm. You taste so good.” He stood back up and kissed Beau as he pulled his pants back up.

“Mmmm, so do you.” He responded as he buttoned his own pants back up. They kept making out until Tyler pulled off of him.

“Let’s go before I have to write you up for not doing your job.” He laughed.

“You’re not the bar manager babe.” He gave him one more kiss and a pat on the ass as they headed back inside.

“Yeah, but I am fucking him. I’ll have him write you up.”

They both laugh as they head back to the dining room

Tyler swept the last of the crumbs into the dustpan and glanced at the clock. Thirty more minutes till close. He had sent most of the staff home an hour ago, so it was just him, Bethany and Beau on the floor now. Most of the kitchen staff was gone too. It was a slow Thursday night, odd, but it did allow for Tyler and Beau to have a few private moments.

He and Beau had been hooking up for a few months now. It was good and Tyler sometimes thought he wanted more, but he didn’t think Beau was that kind of guy. To commit that was. Amy, Tylers roommate, agreed. She was skeptical he was even worth the hook ups they had. Beau was a frat boy that never quite grew up. Fun for a fuck, but not someone to bring home to his parents.

Not that Tyler would bring anyone home to his parents. They weren’t close.

Tyler was watching the TV and sweeping when the door opened and pulled him from his thoughts. He’d sent the hostess home too.

“Hi, welcome to Jacks’ Steakhouse. I’ll be right with you.” He mentally groaned.

So close.

The gentlemen coming in looked sophisticated. They were wearing nice suits. A normal for the restaurant. Jacks’ Steakhouse was popular amongst businessmen who wanted to impress their clients. Show off by paying upwards of $70 for a steak that the owner bought for about $20 a piece. It worked though and the tips were fucking great. Tyler walked up to the host stand. The men were still talking amongst themselves and hadn’t yet acknowledged him. Typical.

Bethany approached.

“I got it Beth, you go on home.”

“You sure?” She asked.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. You still going to the Funny Bar after work?” The Funny Bar was one of the comedy clubs that Tyler performed open mics at a few times a week, when time allowed.

“Yeah, I’ll see you there.” He told her. She nodded and walked away. “How many gentlemen?”

“Um, just three.” The leader announced. He was tall and handsome. Thick dark curls styled atop his head. His gorgeous, gorgeous head. Tyler noticed. He flashed Tyler a bright smile and his eyes gleamed. His gorgeous green eyes gleamed like fucking emeralds. Fuck he was hot. Tyler thought to himself.

“Er-” Tyler cleared his throat. “Uh, we close in about thirty minutes so the menu is limited to apps and salads is that okay?” He asked the leader.

“Yeah that’s fine, we just wanted to swing by for a quick drink anyway.”

“No problem, follow me.” Tyler grabbed the menus and the men followed him while the two behind Leader talked amongst themselves. “Just here gentlemen.” They sat. “Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Perhaps an old fashioned?”

“I’ll just take a beer.” The one wearing a green blazer said.

“I’ll take a martini, dirty, double.” Black blazer said.

“And I’ll take water, I’m driving.” Leader said, his green eyes piercing Tylers’.

“Of course, I’ll be right back with those while you look over the menu.”

“Oh, actually just bring us some cheese sticks and chips and salsa.” Leader said grabbing Tylers’ hand as he walked away. “Please.” His deep voice said in thick, Texan accent. Tyler couldn’t help but glance down at the mans tight, bulging pants.

Knew it. Tyler thought to himself, noticing his thick crotch threw the thin material. He glanced back up just in time to notice that Leader must have noticed Tylers’ crotch hunting.

“Of course sir.” He responded, gently pulling his hand out of the mans firm, yet soft grasp.

“Clark.” He said.

“Of course…Clark.” Tyler walked away to put the order in.

“Easy table?” Beau asked from behind the bar as Tyler typed in their order to the POS.

“Yep, just some drinks and cheese sticks.”

“He was staring at your ass while you walked away.” Beau told Tyler with a touch of something in his voice.

“Jealous?” Tyler asked, eyebrow raised as he turned to him. He hit send. “And can I get a salted glass for that beer, just in case.”

“Sure thing, and not even a little bit.” He responded smirking. “I could take him.”

“Could you?” Tyler glanced back over to Clark and gave him another look over. “He looks about 6’5 and made of brick. I think he might actually be Clark Kent.” Beau was taller than Tyler, but only by two or three inches. Tyler was 5’10. Beau was more lean, strong sure, but Clark easily had 100 pounds on Beau.

“Even Superman has a weakness.”

“And that’s you, Lex?” Tyler asked with a laugh as he put the drinks Beau had finished on a tray. He grabbed a glass of water using the bar gun and walked back his table as Beau muttered something.

“Here we go gentlemen.” He said placing the drinks down. “And I went ahead and put in a second round since it’s last call. I’ll be right back with the food.”

“Hey, hey wait.” Green blazer said. “Before you go, what bar would you recommend we hit up after this?”

“Sixth is always popular and a go to for half the city.” Tyler told them. They must be from out of town.

“We’ve heard. Clark here keeps talking about some bar called Rosie’s. But we want to go somewhere less known. Like a hidden gem.” Black Blazer said.

“Well I’d recommend the Penny Shop. It’s on seventh. Not as popular and the drinks are cheap.”

“Where would you go?” Clark asked.

“I don’t go out.” Tyler half lied. He didn’t go out often but when he did, He’d go to the Lions Den, a gay bar on fourth. When he wasn’t going to the Funny Bar that is.

“A shame.” Clark gave a seducing smile, the other two went back to talking amongst themselves and using their phones to search for the next establishment to go bother. “You seem fun.”

“I am.” Tyler smiled back. He didn’t want to flirt back, but he didn’t want to fuck up his tip either.

“Why don’t you come with us. Be our guide, you close soon. Right? We can wait.”

“Can’t, I’m the manager. I have to close up.” Another half lie. Bailey, the actual shift manager was in the back. He’d close up.

“Come on, we’re new to the city. We need someone who knows the area. Show us a good time. Make it worth your while.” Clark flirted again, flashing that smile and winking.

“You couldn’t afford my prices sir.” Tyler lied. He’d do it for anything more than fifty bucks right now. He had rent due in three days.

“You sure about that?”

“I need to go get your food before it gets cold.” He deflected, flashing a flirtatious smile back at him.

“Can you bring the check too?” Tyler nodded walked back to the kitchen and grabbed the food. He went back and dropped it off, a little thankful Clark was engrossed in some conversation about some business doing some merger. He snuck back to the bar and talked some more with Beau. Baily came and joined them as they watched the weather update on the tv making small talk while they waited for the last table to finish up.

“I’m gonna go lock the front door, will you go check that table. Hint that it might be time to move on?” Bailey asked Tyler.

“Yup.” He said hopping off the barstool and approaching his table. “Well gentlemen, we are closed. Would you like a box for the leftover cheese sticks?” He asked, but they hadn’t even been touched, nor had he chips and salsa. The alcohol, however was all gone.

“No, that’ll be all.” Clark said. “Here,” he handed him the check booklet. “keep the change.” He winked again. “Let’s go boys, our Ryde driver is 2 minutes away.” They got up and made whooping noises and talked more about business shit that Tyler didn’t understand as he loaded the plates and glasses onto his tray.

“They seemed nice.” Bailey said half facetiously as he joined Tyler.

“Yeah, they seemed – holy fuck.” Tylers’ mouth dropped open as he opened the booklet and saw the stack of five 100 dollar bills in it.

“What?” Bailey asked.

“Nothing.” He said. Their bill had only been about 60 dollars. “A good tip is all.”

“A good tip indeed.” Bailey agreed as he peeked into the book over Tylers’ shoulder.

“I just think in a fight Karen Walker would beat the shit out of Regina George.” Tyler said to a room full of laughs. “Or she’d at least have Rosario do it.” He finished the joke and the crowd erupted in laughter. Another good night, another good set. “Well everyone, that’s my time. As always I’m Tyler Harris, thank you for the laughs.” He put the mic back on the stand as the crowd gave him a round of applause. He stepped off the stage and met his roommate Amy and coworker Beth at the table they had saved when they got there earlier. The host went to the mic and recited the script that thanked the previous and announced the next comic.

“That was good, better last week. I think you should leave out the joke about the bear you met at the Bear Trap last month. It’s not as funny.” Amy said as she made her notes in her notebook as she did every performance for Tyler.

“Noted.” He nodded.

“Well I think you did great.” Beau said appearing with Tylers’ margarita.

“Thanks.” He said as he took I and took a quick sip. “Well, I’m gonna go take a piss. I’ll be right back.” They all nodded as he got back up and started to walk away.

“Oh, and you need to work on that joke about the guy that called you a pelican.” Amy added. Tyler shot a thumbs up as he headed down the hallway.

The door always stuck; he hated it. It was annoying and the management had yet to fix it.

Tyler stood at the urinal peeing as he heard the door open. He finished up and turned around.

“You were hilarious.” He said.

“Ah! Fuck!” Tyler clutched his chest as he let out a small yelp of fear. It was the guy from the restaurant. “What the fuck!” He almost shouted.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. I just had to tell you I thought you were funny?”

“And you had to follow me to the bathroom to do that?” He asked weirded out.

“Yes.”

“And you couldn’t tell me out there why?”

“Because then we wouldn’t be alone.” He gave that same grin from earlier.

“And why-” But Tyler was cut off as Clark used his long, thick legs to close the distance between them in the small bathroom in one step.

“So you feel like showing me around now? I think I more than paid your fee.” He loomed over Tyler, covering the light above them. He smelled good. Like expensive cologne and man. Like real grade A, cuts wood, and could skin a deer man. Tyler was aroused.

“It was a generous tip but I-” Tyler couldn’t think of anything to say, no witty comeback or quip like he would usually have. He was, for the first time in a long time, speechless. Clark leaned down and placed a hand on Tylers’ hip.

“Is this okay?” He asked. Tyler still couldn’t speak. So he just nodded. “How about this?” He asked as he brought the other hand around to cup Tylers’ ass. Again, he nodded. “And this.” Clark this time leaned down and pressed his lips onto Tylers’. It was soft at first, then strong. His lips were soft and full. His breath smelled softly of mint. He tasted divine. Tyler almost melted, would have, had Clark not moved the hand on his hip to the small of his back. Now holding him up.

The two continued to kiss as Clark fondled Tylers’ ass and Tyler grinded against Clarks body. His hard, and strong body. He was wide, in shoulder and in hip. He could feel his dense, meaty thighs as he pushed Tyler up against a wall and pinned him there. Tyler ran his hands up and down Clarks body, feeling his tensing and bulging muscles as he pressed into him. He growled softly as he nibbled on Tylers’ ear.

Clark grabbed one of Tylers’ hands and guided it down to his crotch as he made his way back to Tylers’ lips. Tyler felt the engorned organ under his hand. It was large. Much larger than Beaus. Hell it was larger than any man’s he’d been with. He started to rub it over the pants and could feel a dampness as Clarks heavy cock started to leak precum.

“Fuuuuck.” He moaned, biting Tylers’ lip as Tyler continued to grope his crotch. Clark dug his hand into the back of Tylers’ pants and shoved a finger in his tight hole.

“Huh!” Tyler drew in a sharp gasp as he felt Clarks long and thick finger enter him. “Oh.” He moaned as Clark started to massage his prostate.

The two continued to swallow each other’s tongues and grope each other for what felt like hours, when in reality it was all of three minutes and seventeen seconds. They would have continued, fucked right there in that bathroom but then they heard the door start to shake. Thankfully it stuck long enough for them to pull, begrudgingly, away from each other.

The man walked straight to the stall as the two tried to act as natural as possible. Clark put his finger in his mouth and sucked Tylers’ juices off of it. He gave a quiet moan of pleasure then winked at him.

“We’ll have to finish this another time.” He whispered, placing something in Tylers’ pocket. “I’ll see you around. You were fucking hilarious by the way.” He said, washing his hands and leaving.

Tyler nodded, still left speechless by what had just happened. He moved to the mirror and stared at his own reflection, awestruck.

That was so fucking hot. He thought to himself.

“Hey great set man.” The other man said coming out of the stall, washing his hands.

“Thanks.” Tyler said absentmindedly as he also washed his hands. He fumbled into his pocket to see what Clark had put there. It was a card.

Clark Price, Assistant Project Manager it read, and then a number. A business logo on the back.