"Ya gotta do it, Man," Tony insisted.

"I dunno, Tony. It's not so bad where I work," I replied.

"Who you kiddin'?" he retorted. "I'm the one who keeps hearin' from
you how redneck the place is and how the tips are so small."

"Yeah, well...."

"Let's look at this realistically, Keith," Tony began. He stretched
out his lithe 6' tall body like the black cat that he was. "Okay, the
current job has these advantages: the hours are good, the pay is adequate,
the people running the place are good to you, and you're the head waiter,
so you schedule working hours for other waiters, including yourself.
However, the clientele is redneck, lousy tippers, it is a 30 minute drive
(on a good day) each way, and the other waiters are flakes and don't show
up for their scheduled shift. That about sums it up?"

I nodded. "Keith, you gotta come over to Sackville's with me. The
clientele is much higher class and mostly fags, it pays the same, but the
tips are much bigger, you don't have to worry about scheduling other
waiters and covering for them when they don't show or call at the last
minute, its only a few blocks away, the hours are better, and 'the alley'
is right behind it."

Sackville's was a new place on Santa Monica Boulevard in the heart of
the gay district of West Hollywood. The cuisine was continental, generous,
and delicious. The waiters (all male) wore no shirts, a white bowtie,
white cuffs, white slacks (far too small for comfort, but perfect for
displaying their equipment), and white running shoes. Tony said that the
interview process for waiter was more of an audition. You had to have a
good body, a ready smile, a near perfect memory for food orders, and the
ability to come on to the patrons without flaunting it. Tips were
outrageously good, but you did get treated like a sexual object. Old
trolls and giggling women weren't something I wanted chasing me. But,
there are ways to avoid them.

And "the alley" was right behind the restaurant. That was the most
notorious strip of asphalt in all of Los Angeles. It was several blocks
long and ran parallel to Santa Monica Boulevard. All sexual activities (as
long as it was male-male) were performed there in the late evenings. Some
of the men were "for hire", but most of them gave it away. The "customer"
drove through "the alley" looking for the type that he wanted, negotiated
the terms (money and/or type of sex, and where). More times than not, the
act was performed there, either in the car, through the window of the car,
over the fender, or between a couple of buildings, if the "customer" could
find a place to park. It was anonymous and quick. Surely, the L.A. style.

Tony had begun working at Sackville's last month. He'd told me that
his boss was very pleased that patrons were specifically asking for the
handsome, black man (him), and did Tony have any friends who might fit in
at Sackville's. I didn't doubt him for a second. Tony was an instant hit
whereever he went. People naturally gravitated to him due to his charm,
wit, handsome good looks, sensational body (which he flaunted, and worked
very hard to keep that way), and BIG dick. He was one of those guys whose
dick only got a little longer, but much thicker when hard. So, it
displayed a good 8" when he wore tight pants.

I knew I wouldn't have any problem with the "audition" for waiter. I
just had to decide if I really wanted to be a piece of meat. However, Tony
had regaled me with tales of what he did on his breaks and lunch hours in
"the alley" during the last two weeks. I was weakening.

I'd learned how to brush off guys and women that I didn't find
appealing without knocking them down. And since high school, Tony and I
had been working out daily, so I knew I could pass the physical part (I'm
6'4" tall and weigh 220 pounds of hard muscle, round ass, broad shoulders,
deep chest, and a 10" cock). My memory was good, my dick was bigger than
Tony's (although it didn't display nearly as big when soft), and I knew how
to flirt with customers.

"So?" Tony pressed.

"Okay, I'll go in for the interview," I relented.

"Yes!" he high-fived me.

"I said for the interview," I reminded him. "I didn't say I was going
to work there."

"You will, you will," he laughed. "I know how much you like sex, and
the place is overrun with it, especially, out the back door in the alley,"
he winked.

"Yeah, well...."

Tony was so excited to get me working at Sackville's that he called
his boss immediately and made an appointment for later that afternoon. It
was a rush, but I showed up for the appointment after working out at the
gym. The experience part of the interview was over in 10 minutes. I had
the waiter experience and a good memory. Next, the head waiter had to see
how I looked in the waiter's uniform. I looked damned fine, if I do say so
myself. The pants were a little too short, but that was easy to send out
and get tailored. My round ass fit perfectly, pulling the fabric tight
across my crotch showing off my dick. I was hired on the spot. After I
agreed, he sealed the deal by sucking my dick long enough to get it up to
the full 10". Then, I fucked his ass until I shot a gallon of hot cum up
his butt.

It all happened so fast that I didn't even think about my old job
until after I'd left the restaurant. I called my old boss, told him that
I'd taken a job closer to home and would like to give my notice. He asked
how soon I'd be leaving. I told him that they wanted me pretty quickly, so
he told me that he'd have Kevin cover for me if I needed to start right
away. Kevin was such a flake. If the old boss thought he could get Kevin
to take over, he was welcome to it. I told him that I'd work for him that
evening, pick up my last check, and be gone.

Kevin congratulated me on my new job and took over the duties of head
waiter right away. I was so pleased to have that weight off my shoulders.
I left the restaurant at 11 p.m. and never looked back.

But, I did look forward. I cruised through the alley on the way home
before midnight. The place was busy! Cars crept through at less than
idling speed, checking out the merchandise, negotiating deals, and
consummating some of those deals against the surrounding building walls. A
car pulled away just as I approached my new employer's establishment. I
parked and watched. Several of the hustlers approached, but I waved them
off.

The service entrance to Sackville's was especially crowded. I noticed
a rotating group of men in white slacks moving back and forth from the
restaurant to the alley. They stayed just long enough to get their cocks
sucked or fire a big load up some hot number's asshole against the
building. They never stayed more than 10 minutes. Tony came out, surveyed
the crowd, smiled at a guy coming around the corner, got a blow job, and
re-entered the restaurant. I smiled to myself. This job is going to be
great!

After Tony got home, I had a barrel of questions to ask him about the
restaurant and alley. Answering those questions got me so turned on that I
fucked his ass twice and blew him once. I had just finished fucking him a
third time the next morning when the new boss called me. He wanted me to
come in for a fitting.

I tried on several pairs to be sure they all fit. Two of the five
went back for alterations of the seat and legs (too baggy and too short).
After filling his hot, tight, white butt with my cum again, I left for the
gym. I asked Tony while showering if the boss was as cock hungry as he
seemed. He laughed and said that he tried to get everyone off before their
shift, so they wouldn't be spending so much time in the alley. But, it
never worked. So, he'd given up on that and just got dick whenever he
could get one of the waiters alone.

My shift was for lunch (11 a.m. to 3 p.m.) with an hour for my lunch,
then the early dinner group from 4 p.m. to 8 p.m. By that time, the alley
was going to be busy and I could suck all the dick and fuck all the hot ass
I could handle until I was ready to go home. The prime hours for the more
senior waiters was from 5 p.m. until 1 a.m. (when the restaurant closed).
The bar stayed open until 2 a.m., but the waiters left right after their
shift. Tony told me that the tips were bigger and the lunch period was
only half an hour, but there was a lot more dick in the late part of the
shift. I could see how that would be the more preferable shift.

On my first shift, I took my first 10 minute break at 1 p.m. A small
weight room with one universal gym was set up just beyond the mens' room.
I'd removed my white slacks as I didn't want to sweat all over them or get
them greasy from the equipment. As it turned out, my equipment got greased
up and one of my lunch customers took a load up the ass. His ass was so
well trained that I came in less than 2 minutes. He milked it right out of
me. We cleaned up in the restroom, where I blew him and his table mate.
Both men had nice cocks and big balls that delivered nice loads. I thanked
them for their tips (and shafts). That earned me a very nice monetary tip.

By the end of the first four hours, I'd been propositioned at least a
dozen times and groped nearly as often. Only one of each wasn't welcomed
by me, but I turned them down as nicely as I could. They didn't take
offense.

The lunch hour I spent with two of the other waiters, asking them how
they dealt with it all. After exchanging more tips on how they dealt with
customers, I blew them both and fucked the cute, white boy with the
gorgeous green eyes and hot, round butt. He admitted afterwards that he'd
been fucked by all the waiters now and I had the biggest one. But, a
couple of his regular customers were even bigger hung. I was intrigued.

Jimmy specifically liked this split shift as it gave him time in the
evenings to still go out on dates before the hour was too late. He'd been
dicked by several of his well-hung customers who always came back for more.

My evening break, I spent in the alley with hot men just getting off
work and cruising through the alley. I blew three and fucked one in my 10
minutes. Very satisfying. One of them was a later customer who was
terrified that I'd say something to his boyfriend about it while serving
their table. I only smiled. He thanked me with a very generous tip.
Blackmail is in the eye of the beholder.

I changed into my street clothes (well-worn levis and a tanktop) that
showed me off nearly as well as the waiter's uniform and headed for the
alley again. Finishing two of the tables had taken to nearly 8:30, so I
got to the alley late. And I was glad that I had.

Standing with one leg propped against the building behind the
restaurant was the most astonishing looking black hunk I'd ever seen. He
was about my height, but had the body of a construction worker instead the
gym body that I had. He was a honey! And totally gorgeous. His deep
voice beckoned me over.

"Just start today?" he asked. I gave him a quizzical look, then
understood the context.

"Yeah, new job today," I answered.

"How ya like it?"

"Fringes are sure great," I laughed.

"Been doin' the staff, yet?"

"Uh huh," I nodded.

"Jimmy?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"He's a cock hungry kinda guy who loves big, black dicks up his hot,
little asshole," he revealed. "I was just waitin' for him."

"Oh, sorry," I stammered. "Didn't mean to cut in on your stuff."

"No need to be," he assured me. "Jimmy and me been fuck buddies since
the place opened. He's got a fine ass and he loves my big dick," he added
grabbing his oversized crotch.

"I'm sure he does."

"But, you got a finer one," he added stroking the curve of my butt
gently. "I prefer hot, black ass myself."

"So do I," I agreed, rubbing the thickening rod expanding down his
pants leg with one hand and fondling his muscular butt with the other.

"You play both ways?" he grinned.

"With the right man and the right equipment, I'd be damned fool not
to," I smiled back increasing the stroking of his trouser snake.

"You tryin' to get me off?" he grinned broadly, noting my insistent
right hand stroking his cock.

"If I thought I could before Jimmy got here," I agreed.

"I got enough for both of ya," he said pulling me around a corner out
of the alley. "How about this?" he asked pulling out a thick, 11" cock and
tennis balls sized nuts. I gulped and nodded. "Ya want some?" I nodded
again. He pushed me gently to me knees and pressed the tip to my lips. I
opened my mouth and took him to the back of my throat. It was straight as
an arrow and nearly as thick as my wrist. The tip leaked precum like a
firehose. He was hot to get off. I decided he was one of those guys who
liked the danger of being discovered having sex in a public place. In less
than a minute, I'd managed to entrap his cock down my throat nearly to the
root. I silently thanked Tony for training my throat how to take big
cocks.

With one loud "Ungh," he came like a stallion. Over and over his body
stiffened and relaxed with each wave of climax and cannonade of cum. I
eagerly sucked his spunk down my throat, relishing the salty ball honey.
His knees buckled momentarily, but I held him up with my hands on his
perfect ass. His buttcheeks clenched and unclenched with each shot of dick
sauce. Finally, his climax subsided and his breathing returned to normal.

"Gawd!" he exclaimed. "What a fuckin' blow job!"

"Glad you liked it, " I smiled releasing his shooter from my oral
prison. I stood up and pulled him into me. I kissed him, giving back some
of his male juices as I probed his mouth with my cummy tongue. His big
hands grasped my butt, kneading my hard flesh as I was doing the same to
his hard butt. "Fine ass, Man," I finally said breaking the kiss.

"You fuck as good as you blow?" he asked with a big smile.

"Better!"

"I know you gotta big dick, Man. I sure hope I can take it," he added
with a note of worry. Then, he smiled and shook his head. "But, I'm a
sucker for big, black cock up my asshole," he admitted.

"Good, cause I got just the thang for that pretty butt of yours," I
growled at him. He dropped his pants to his ankles and bend over. It was
awesome. A gorgeous, muscular black butt right in my face. The dusky hole
was winking at me. His big balls swung lazily belong.

"Eat it good and deep," he groaned. "Then, fuck the shit outta me!"

"You only want spit as lube?" I asked sharply.

"Not a chance," he grinned over his shoulder. "Just use some of this
when you're ready to plug my asshole," he added handing me a small packet
of hand lotion. Musta been a Boy Scout I decided. Always Prepared! "Eat
me, Baby," he repeated.

I dined at his dark hole for several minutes as cars crept by.
Several of them whistled encouragement as they saw what we were doing. He
was begging for something bigger and something deeper. I knew just what he
needed. Still bending him over, I applied some of the hand lotion to his
slick butthole and more to my throbbing member. With practiced motion, I
joined us.

"Fuck! That feels SO damned good!" he whispered hoarsely. A small
sports car pulled up in front of us, leaving just enough room for other
cars to get by. He left his car, knelt before Jimmy's boyfriend and
started sucking his rising dick. "Yeah, Man! Take it ALL!" I wasn't sure
to whom that was addressed, so I gave him every inch of my cock in a slow,
deliberate descent into his hot hole.

It was heavenly. Even better than Tony's well-fucked love tunnel. He
backed into me harder as he felt my tight pubic hair grind into his
muscular butt. "Fuck, YES!" he moaned. I set up a slow rhythm, extracting
to the flange around the head of my dick, then plunging back in to the
short hairs, being sure to grind in that last half inch. We were doing
great. The rhythm was perfect for a long fuck session.

But, we hadn't counted on the sucking expertise of the black kid on
his knees. He was vacuuming male sauce from the construction worker in
less than a minute from the time he'd started sucking. As the waves of
climax overcame him, the big man on the receiving end of my dick was
milking me dry. He was even better than the guy who'd taken a big load
from me during my first break. What a PHYNE ass!

We groaned and shot in unison. Each new wave of climax slamming over
the construction worker milked another shot from my emptying balls. His
contractions were so powerful, I began to think that his asshole was trying
to bite off my dick. But, the milking action and constrictions only
managed to get more spunk to shoot from my ten incher deeper into his
bowels.

"Damn!" he finally said, jerking his cock out of the young man's
mouth. "I don't got more to gives ya, Boy! Leave it be." The young man
arose, wiped his lips with a smile, and thanked us.

"I really needed that," he said, turned and drove off. I guess he did
need it. Spattering the construction worker's boots was a big load from
the self-jerk the kid had done while sucking off the big man I'd fucked.

I kissed the big man's neck, and asked him, "You still got enough for
Jimmy?"

He laughed. "Well, I was planning on that second load for him, but
I'll bet I can make another one for his sweet ass before I take him home
later."

"Where is he anyway? He shoulda been off shift some time ago," I
asked.

"I told him I'd meet him at his place at 9. He wanted to go change
and shower, first. Besides," he added with a smile, "I was hoping for a
little action here. He's always tellin' me about how hot the other waiters
are. And he was so right!"

I pulled out of his butt with a plop. "I think we oughta go into the
restaurant and clean up a little bit before your date."

"Yeah, good idea," he agreed. "By the way, I'm Keith," he said
introducing himself.

"So am I, Keith," I laughed. "I've always wondered what it would be
like to do myself." And now I knew.