About this story:
The beginning of this story is true to the best of my memory. There is a distinct turning point which, not for an uninvolved third party, would have resulted in an amazing night, and perhaps many more.
If the real Mike happens to read this, he knows how much this missed romance was a regret I carried for a long time. And, to some extent, still do.
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It was two days after John's 18th birthday. As promised he had just been promoted from busser to waiter. He hurried into the restaurant nervously for his first training shift and was introduced to Mike, the trainer and future head bartender.
Mike was a tall well built man in his late twenties. He was the type to always be the center of attention, always be ready with a joke, always cutting up and taking life as lightly as possible. His confidence shook young John as the introductions were made, but by the end of the night John knew he had a trusted friend.
Not only did John and Mike grow close, but like often happens at this time in your life, that restaurant became like family. There was rarely a night that John didn't find himself heading out for drinks or throwing a party, sometimes more wild than intended, but he was young. These quickly became his people.
After a few months working together Mike began flirting more intensely with John. Whether it was a soft touch or an offhanded comment, there was always a pleasant play in their interactions.
Unknown to Mike at the time, John had been fantasizing about just such things since an early age. Unfortunately, being 18 and inexperienced, he also lacked the confidence to believe it could be more than innocent flirting.
This went on until one night, after having a bit to drink with the gang, John got up the courage to slide his hand under the table onto Mike's leg. The favor was quickly returned and this sent blood rushing to John's loins.
It wasn't long after that the crowd rose and dispersed. John gave a longer than normal hug goodbye to Mike, and left to give his friend Clinton a ride home.
As they pulled into Clinton's driveway, John was distraught that the night had ended so quickly especially with the events with Mike. He tried his best to convince Clinton to come back with him to party longer and almost succeeded, but Clinton's better judgement prevailed and he chose to stay in and get some rest before his morning shift.
So, John drove home alone, already fantasizing about Mike's touch, picturing his large cock, and wishing desperately he could feel it in each intimate place. He didn't have any idea though just what he was in store for.
As John made the turn onto his street, his heart caught in his chest as he saw parked in the shadows by his house Mike's shiny little red truck. The excitement and desire and nervous energy was almost too much to bare as he pulled in and made his way over to the passenger door. He pulled it open and quickly stepped in.
Inside, Mike held a mischievous grin and simply said a drawn out "so". John smiled and started to say "so", but was cut off guard when Mike leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. Mike leaned back to judge the reaction, but was too quickly consumed by John's wet lips and tongue. This moment seemed to last much longer than it likely really did, but John was lost in a dream turned reality.
Once they came up for air, Mike asked if John would like to return to his apartment. Perhaps too eagerly, he agreed.
As they made their way, passions and hopes only intensified with roaming hands and a lusty kiss at every light.
As soon as the apartment door open Mike was kissing and directing John backwards through a hallway to be flung backward onto the bed. There Mike immediately stripped John of his pants releasing a bouncing hard cock.
"You're cock is beautiful," Mike said, "I bet the high school girls loved it." Before John could comment, Mike drew all 8 inches into his mouth. It was the most amazing feeling, John's back instantly arching.
