Scouts Honor. See?
Now…
Beau stood on stage, holding his Golden Dicky. He was quite proud of himself; he had come so far. He was almost a completely different person now. Three years ago, his life was falling apart, the man he loved didn’t love him, he was hiding who he was and he was struggling. But now, now he was on stage at the National Gay Porn Awards and he was a winner. A fucking winner, and he had a lot of people to thank. Even, strangely, the man who broke his heart.
If Tyler Harris hadn’t smashed his heart by choosing Clark Price over him, he wouldn’t be here today. He wouldn’t have cleaned up his act. The last few years flashed through his mind before he started his acceptance speech…
2021…
“Hi, my name is Beau.” He outstretched his hand and shook the man who was training him.
“Hi. I’m Tyler.” He said with a warm, welcoming smile. “Welcome to Jacks.”
“Thanks.” Beau said, making sure to keep his composure. He could do this.
“So, what brings you to Jacks?” Tyler asked as they started walking out of the office out to the kitchen to begin the tour of the restaurant.
“Uhm,” Beau began. “well I was working at a marketing agency downtown but it was soul crushing so I quick and started applying to jobs outside of my degree field.” He lied. In truth he had been fired and no one else would hire him. He had been blacklisted by his references. Not that he was too upset about it. He had hated his job, part of him thought that was why he had been drinking too much lately, staying out late and coming into work late – or just not going in at all.
“Well, this job can be pretty soul crushing too sometimes.” Tyler laughed. “But then you get a $200 dollar tip and think ‘wow, maybe this is all worth it’.” They both laughed as Tyler continued to show him the ropes. At one point Tyler dropped something and had to bend over to get it.
Damn. Beau thought. Tyler had a nice ass in the jeans he was wearing. It was big and plump. Shit. Beau reminded himself not to look at another mans ass. He wasn’t gay. He didn’t like boys. He had to keep reminding himself. He had abstained from giving into his experimental thoughts in college when he and one of his frat brothers got a bit too drunk and ended up sleeping in the same bed together.
Beau couldn’t be gay. He liked women. Eating pussy. Fucking pussy. And plus his parents would kill him.
“Beau, you ready?” Tyler asked him, pulling him from his thoughts.
“Huh, oh. Yeah. Let’s go.” Beau had waited tables in college, so he had some experience but he was out of practice. He followed Tyler closely. Shadowing him. Learning what he could. But he couldn’t stop himself from getting warm every time Tyler smiled, or stood in front of him – giving him a great view of his fat ass – or made a joke that made him and the customers laugh.
Tyler was hilarious. It was the consensus of the whole restaurant. They all loved Tyler.
The night went by and Beau got the hang of things pretty quickly. Tyler had even let him handle a table all on his own. He did good.
The alcohol Beau had consumed before the shift started to calm his nerves had worn off by now and he was feeling a little anxious, but he could handle it for the last hour. He’d have to.
“So, we’re all gonna go to The Cave after work for a drink and to support Tyler. You wanna come?” Steph, one of his coworkers, asked as she came up to him while they were doing their side work before closing.
“Uh, support Tyler?” He asked.
“Oh, yeah. He does stand up when they have open mics. He’s really good. You should come.” She offered again.
“Yeah, uhm. Sure.” Beau answered. He didn’t know if he could handle going out but she had said there would be drinks. He’d just have one or two more. Just to calm his nerves. Quiet the voices. That’s all he’d need. One or two more drinks. Just one or two more…
The closing tasks went by fast as they all chatted and laughed. The doors locked at 10 p.m. and Tyler showed Beau how to do the close out and tip outs to the bar and busser.
Beau caught himself looking at Tyler a touch too long and scolded himself, switching his gaze down to the POS instead.
“And now, we’re done. We take this receipt to Bailey – or whoever the MOD is – he’ll give us our tips and then we get to leave. Simple.” Tyler smiled at Beau.
“Simple.” Beau smiled back.
“So are you coming to The Cave?” He asked as they walked back to the office.
“Yeah, actually. I’ll meet y’all there.” Beau nodded.
*****
“No, ma’am. We don’t have balsamic parmesan dressing, AND IF YOU’D READ OUR FUCKING MENU INSTEAD OF PLAYING TEN THOUSAND DAMN QUESTIONS WITH ME, you’d know that.” Tyler raised his voice into the mic for the joke and the crowd laughed. Beau laughed. “Of course I couldn’t say that, at least not to her face. Oh shit there she is.” Tyler pointed to a random woman in the crowd to play up the joke. It worked. It milked more laughter out of the crowd.
Tyler was funny, really funny. He was also very cute.
No, he’s not cute. Men aren’t cute. Beau caught himself.
Tyler finished his joke and left the stage as the next performer came up. He joined the group at the table they’d claimed. Amy, Tylers friend and roommate, greeted him first and gave him a few notes then he turned to the other servers and they all congratulated him.
Beau downed the rest of his drink as Tyler approached him next.
“So, what’d you think?” He asked.
“You were great, hilarious.” Beau answered.
“Thanks. And you did great for your first shift by the way. I forgot to tell you.” Tyler smiled his kind smile at Beau along with the compliment.
“Thanks. I waited tables in college so.”
“Cool.” Tyler sat next to Beau now. He was so close and Beau felt himself get warm. He was nervous. He needed another drink. Why was he nervous? Why did he get warm each time he was near Tyler? Why did he suddenly have the urge to spread Tylers fat ass cheeks and go to town?
Beau definitely needed another drink. The voices in his head were getting louder. He hated this.
“I’m gonna go get another drink. You want anything?” He offered Tyler.
“No, thanks though.” He responded. Beau nodded and went to go get his third drink.
“Make it a double.” He told the bartender. He downed it quick and then got another. He needed this. He needed the calming effect of the alcohol. He felt the calm wash over him and headed back to the table.
“So what do you do outside of work?” Tyler asked Beau.
“Oh.” No one had asked Beau that in a while. He had to think about it. “Well, I play video games. Watch TV. You know, chill.” He spoke calmly.
“Chill?” Tyler said with a lift to his lips, a glint in his eyes. “What about your girlfriend? How does she feel about you leaving your big job in the city for Jacks Steakhouse?” Tyler asked in a way that felt not probing, but definitely like he was fishing for something. And he kept that smile, the look in his eye.
Was Tyler flirting with him?
“I don’t have a girlfriend. Makes it hard to pick people up at the bar.” Beau answered. Why had he said people? Why had he flirted back?
“Hmm.” Tyler smiled and nodded. “So how do you usually pick up…people…from the bar?”
“I have my tricks.” Is all Beau said. The others didn’t even seem to notice Tyler and Beau flirting back and forth. They were too engrossed in the comics making their jokes. Beau could only see Tyler.
They kept their conversation and even got up to move to the bar. Beau ordered one more drink, the calming effect melting away the voices and his own reservations about flirting with a man. Talking to Tyler was calming in its’ own way. It made Beau feel like he didn’t have to lie or hide anything. Not that he had anything to hide. Or lie about. Or deny.
Time ticked on; the others had left by now. Amy had said goodbye, she’d see him at home. Then Tyler noticed it was late. Almost closing. “We should get out of here.” He said, then paid out he and Amys tab. Beau paid out his and they stood up.
Beau wobbled. He felt like he couldn’t walk. “Oh shit.” He slurred. He was drunk.
“Oh woah there hoss.” Tyler steadied him. “You definitely shouldn’t drive. Let’s call you a Ryde.” He recommended.
“No, I can drive.” He reached for his keys but Tyler stopped him. “Oh come on. I can drive.” Beau tried to insist.
“No way.”
“Wait,” Beau remembered. “I didn’t drive here.”
“Even better, we’ll just call you another Ryde.”
“No, I don’t want to go home.” Beau argued. “Let’s just stay here. It’s nice talking to you.” He slurred, smiling down at Tyler. He was a bit taller than him.
“And it was nice talking to you too, but I gotta get home too. I have to work tomorrow.” Tyler explained.
“How about -hic- I just come over to your place. Sleep it off – hic!” Beau said boldly. The voices didn’t stop him.
“I don’t know Beau, you’re pretty drunk.” Tyler was skeptical.
“I’m not drunk.” He rebuttled. “Scouts honor, see?” He lifted his finger to his nose and closed his eyes. He’d had practice at this that not even the alcohol could stop at this point.
“I – Beau… you’re-” Beau cut him off by leaning down and kissing him. He started soft at first, in case Tyler didn’t want it. But when Tyler kissed him back, Beau kissed harder. Taking Tylers lips in deeper, parting them with his tongue. They stayed like this for a moment then Tyler pulled back.
“So what do you say?” Beau asked. Tyler looked up into his eyes and thought about it.
“Don’t tell anyone about this.” He responded. “The rumor mill at work would have a fucking field day.” Beau nodded and kissed him again.
*****
Beau laid Tyler down on his back. They were in Tylers room in his bed. The ride had been short and quick and thank god because Beau was horny and could feel the liquid courage start to thin. He had never done this before. Slept with a man. Kissed a man. He felt a rush and it felt good, but in the back of his head the voices began again. He shoved them down as he grinded into Tyler. Propping himself over him and kissing him. Tasting him.
He loved it.
The way Tyler tasted, the way he felt. This felt good. For the first time in Beaus life something felt good.
“Take your shirt off.” Tyler said to Beau and he obliged. Leaning up he whipped his shirt over his torso and flung it across the room. “Holy shit.” Tyler said at the sight. He gawked over Beaus defined chest and abs. “You’ve got the v-line thing.” Tyler leaned forward and traced Beaus body. He shivered at the touch. Not in fear, in ecstasy. He grabbed Tylers face and brought it back to his, continuing to taste him.
The two moaned as they landed back down on the bed. They rolled over and now Tyler was on top. Running his hands up and down Beaus body, flicking and pinching his nipples as he started to make his way down Beaus chest, then his abs, stopping at his pants.
Beaus cock was rock hard behind the zipper and Tyler rubbed up and down, kissing and teasing him.
“Of, fuck. Suck my cock.” He commanded Tyler and he didn’t need to be told twice. Tyler undid Beaus pants quickly, pulling them down and ripping them off of Beaus body. Beaus cock slapped on his stomach once it was freed with a satisfying pop noise. He grabbed it and shook it in Tylers face.
“Fuck.” Tyler moaned at the penis in front of him.
“Suck it.” Beau repeated. Tyler lined up his cockhead with his lips. Kissing the tip and giving it a light lick. Tyler moaned and rolled back. One hand holding reached back and braced on the headboard as the other hand rested on Tylers head, along for the ride as he set the pace.
Tyler took Beau into his mouth and went all the way down. Beau could feel Tylers tight, soft throat close around him. Tylers hummed and moaned and Beau felt it and it sent electricity through him. Tyler started to pick up speed and play with Beaus balls. Tightening his throat and sending shockwaves of pleasure through Beaus body.
“Oh god.” Beau moaned. Tyler kept up and Beau started to feel like he was getting close. “Stop. Stop. I don’t – stop. I don’t wanna cum yet.” He pulled Tyler up and Tyler wiped the saliva from his mouth. Beau pulled him up to him, undoing Tylers pants as he did. “Take your clothes off.” He commanded Tyler.
“Yes sir.” Tyler pulled off his shirt and assisted Beau in the removal of his own pants.
“Turn around. I wanna see that ass.” Beaus cock throbbed at the idea of seeing Tylers bubble ass without his pants on. Tyler grinned and nodded turning around and straddled Beau, giving his ass a little shake in the process. “Fuuuuck…” Beaus dick grew even harder at the sight. He reached out and rubbed the cheeks, giving one of them a nice little slap. Tyler yipped in approval. “Fuck, your ass is perfect.”
“I know. I’ve been told.” Tyler moved his hips back and forth. Beau squeezed them. “Well, you just gonna stare at it, or do you want a taste?” He asked in a sultry voice. The thought hadn’t crossed Beaus mind, he’d never eaten an ass before. He’d been with women who’d asked, but he’d always politely declined. But now, he found himself drawn in. He pulled Tylers hips up and brought his hole closer to his face. He pulled the cheeks apart, revealing the pucker.
He took in a deep breath and took in the scent of Tylers hole. It smelled good. Smelled like flesh. Beau licked his lips and then slowly licked the ring.
“Oooh.” Tyler cooed.
Oh god. Beau thought to himself. It’s good. Beau went back in, flaring his tongue around the piece of Tylers body. Lapping up the taste. It was sweet, Beau loved it. He pushed his tongue deeper in and Tyler tensed and writhed in pleasure. Beau kept going, becoming entranced with his task. Pushing his tongue deeper and deeper, pumping streams of saliva into Tylers tight little cunt. He was warming him up for the main event. As Beau kept at his task, Tyler started to swallow Beaus cock again.
After a few more minutes, and both Tylers hole and Beaus cock were sufficiently lubed, Tyler pulled forward and repositioned his hole over Beaus cock.
“You ready to fuck me?” He asked, looking back at Beau.
“Oh yeah.” Beau nodded and reached forward, grabbing Tylers hips. He guided him back and Tyler pushed against Beaus cockhead. With little effort, Beau slipped inside Tylers pussy. Just the head at first. “Oh shit.” Beau groaned and Tyler moaned in ecstasy. He pushed in deeper, another inch. Then another. A few more and Tylers ass was resting against Beaus pubes. Beaus length was engulfed in Tylers sweet, tight, wet hole.
“Fuck.” They both moaned out.
“I like it rough.” Tyler said. “Pound me.” Tyler lifted up a bit, just enough to give Beau some room to piston fuck up into him. And he did. Beau began immediately. Bucking his hips up, clapping against Tylers cheeks loudly. “Oh fuck!” Tyler started moaning with each thrust.
“I wanna go harder. Get on all fours.” Beau pushed Tyler off of him and a wet popping sound was produced as his cock pulled out of the tightness. “Fuck.” Beau got into position and admired Tylers ass once more. Giving it a smack, and jiggling the cheeks before he pushed himself back in. In one swift motion, Beaus cock had returned into the warmth of Tylers cunt. “Holy shit, that feels so good.” He started pumping again.
“Oh, god. Beau fuck me harder.” Tyler begged. And he did. Beau reached forward and put his hands on Tylers shoulders, pushing him down into the bed as he began to fuck him hard and rough. Tyler cried in pleasure at each collision of Beaus hips to his ass. Beau had to hold back his orgasm, but he couldn’t hold back his thrusts. He wanted to fuck him harder and harder. He looked down at Tylers ass as he fucked into him, it bounced off his hips with each meet.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Beau cried. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Breed me!” Tyler begged. Beau pumped three more times and unloaded his balls into the cunt.
“Fuuuuck!” Beau exclaimed as he shot glob after glob of his cum into Tyler. He didn’t feel spent either. So he kept going.
“Oh fuck.” Tyler panted as Beau started build back up. “Are you done?”
“No.” Beau kept going. The voices and reservations out the window now. Beau released Tyler and pulled out. “Get on your back.” Tyler nodded and Beau flipped him over and quickly plunged his cock back inside. Tyler moaned as Beau pulled his legs up to his shoulders and pierced deeper and deeper. Feeling the slimy warmth of his cum coating the insides of Tylers hole and his own cock.
Beau bent down and pushed deeper in as he kissed Tyler once more. Their tongues mixing as he churned the cum inside of the man below him. They moaned and moaned as Beaus second climax built.
“Oh fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum again.” He moaned into Tylers mouth. “I’m gonna get you pregnant.”
“Oh, please. Breed me. Give me your babies.” Tyler moaned as he squeezed his hole against Beaus cock.
“Oh fuck!” That move did it. Beau came again. He spewed inside of Tyler once more. He didn’t know he could produce that much cum. “Holy fuck.” He groaned, falling forward. His forehead rested against Tylers. “Shit.” He moaned again and reached his lips down and kissed him.
“Holy fuck that was good.” Tyler panted.
“You’re telling me.” And it didn’t just feel physically good, it felt good in every aspect. “Mind if I sleep over?” Beau asked.
“Sure,” Tyler answered as they untwined their bodies. “but like I said, just don’t tell anyone at work. I don’t want the rumor mill to spread around that I pounced on the new guy.” Tyler said.
“Of course, no problem.” Beau leaned back on the left side of the bed, breathing heavily. “No problem.” Beau started to come down from his sex high and the alcohol must’ve been burned out of his system. He started to regret it. No. Not regret.
Fear. Feel guilty. Dark feelings fell over him as he laid down in Tylers bed, pulling the covers up. Tyler laid his head down on Beaus chest as their breaths calmed.
You’ve nothing to feel guilty about. A voice said in the back of Beaus head. And as he went to sleep he felt the mixture of feelings start to reel in his head.
I need a drink. Beau thought as he drifted off.
