My stories are simple because they're real. That's why I appreciate the comments I receive. The one I'm going to tell next is also very simple.

The young waiter who worked at the cafeteria I always went to was not yet 30. He was South American, with dark skin, slender, and a beautiful face. I loved watching him while he worked. I tried to make sure neither he nor my friends noticed that he drove me crazy.

One day, when I was alone waiting for my friends, I pretended to read a newspaper, but as always, I couldn't stop looking at him. But that day, there were few people, and he realized I was staring at him, and as if he suddenly became aware that I existed too, he started giving me glances. I have to admit that I got very nervous. My friends arrived, and everything remained just a glance.

Once I was home, I opened Grinder, and to my surprise, he was there. I quickly wrote to him and told him who I was. He said he wanted to meet up. The thing was that his schedule was incompatible with mine. But one night, I was alone at home, and I told him if he wanted to come over. He said he would come after he finished work.

I couldn't believe it; I was going to be with the cute waiter. When he arrived, I took him to my bed. We undressed while kissing, and I started kissing his torso, his belly until I reached his cock. It was average size, and it fit perfectly in my mouth. It was a delight to savor his cock and his balls. He put his hand on my head and started fucking my mouth until he came in it. I swallowed all his cum and lay down on the bed beside him. We started talking, and he told me he was looking for an apartment, and it would be our love nest. I got scared; I had just met him, and he already wanted something serious. So, when he left, I didn't meet up with him again, and he disappeared from the place where we lived. But that's another story.