As an incoming freshman in college I needed a job and the registrar’s office referred me to a job posting list. There was an opening for a dishwasher and busboy at the Waffle House, working the late shift. It paid more than the day shift, so I was happy to get it.
Working nights with me in the kitchen was Alberto, or Beto, a Mexican of unknown parentage. Didn’t know his father and wasn’t sure about his mother. Beto talked all night long. From time to time we caught up when the traffic was slow and at other times we were scrambling. One of the nights when we caught up Beto walked over to me and put his hand down my pants, and his arm around my neck and kissed me.
Like any red blooded boy I jumped and tried to get his hand out of my pants, but Beto knew what he was doing and he had me in a headlock and had my balls in his hand. He kissed my face several times telling me that I was going to like it. He led me around in the head lock and put out the closed sign, and turned off the lights. Now he started to kiss me on the mouth, while he kept his hand down my pants. The more he kissed me the more I liked it, and I settled down to a long kiss on the mouth.
Beto undid and unzipped my pants to suck me and he stood and undid and unzipped his pants for me. I slurped up his dick in my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. When it came time for Beto to fuck me, I leaned over the prep table and he took his sweet time with me. Every instant, every second of it, is seared in my memory. After Beto finished with me, he kissed me some more before we got our pants up and he turned on the lights and put out the open sign.
