Work for Brett's

“Well, with a dick like yours you’d be a shoo-in for a waiter at Brett’s,” she joked, although the punch-line was lost on me.

“Brett’s?” I queried.

“Sure. Oh, didn’t they have them where you’re from?” she asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” I replied.

“Oh, okay. Brett’s is like Carlson’s, or Hardbody Grill. All guy waiters with no shirts and those pants that leave your dick hanging out,” she explained.

“Oh, I get it,” I said, as if that sounded perfectly normal.

“You know: mostly girls’ nights out and gay guys, that kind of thing,” Liz went on. “It’s racier than Hardbody Grill, I think. At least the one near here is. Me and some of my girlfriends go there sometimes, and the waiters let you play with their dicks. It’s not like Carlson’s though: you can’t really go too far. One time my friend Janice wanted to just keep going and get this hung waiter guy to cum on her fries for a laugh, but he backed off after a couple of minutes and told her that she could play a little, but actual hand-jobs were against restaurant policy. One of my sister’s friends had a party at a Carlson’s once, and they let people actually give the waiters blowjobs and stuff! They even fucked the birthday girl, as a special treat.”

“Wow,” I commented.

“I know, right?” she asked, chuckling. “I think that might just be for parties, though. So what do you think?”

“What, really?” I asked dubiously.

“Sure,” she said. “You’re really good-looking, and you’re hung like a horse. You’d be perfect.”

“I’m not that big,” I said. “Maybe compared to most guys, but there are plenty of guys out there with dicks bigger than mine.”

“Well, maybe,” Liz said doubtfully. “But I think yours might be bigger soft than usual for your size. Know what I mean? It makes you look even bigger when you’re just hanging, like when I first met you at the door yesterday.”

As she talked, it occurred to me that in the world I came from, people’s experience with guys’ dicks were either ordinary people—either in locker rooms if you were a guy, or lovers if you were a girl or gay—and what they saw in pornos. For most people, the number of porn actors they had seen probably outweighed the number of ordinary guys they had seen naked by quite a bit. It probably gave people a skewed impression of the number of guys with big dicks around.

On the other hand, with porn never having taken off as an industry in this world, just an amateur fad on the Internet, most people here probably didn’t see many guys with dicks that were much bigger than average.

I had grown used to being considered well above average, and many of the women I’d been with had told me I was the biggest they’d ever had (whether that was true or not I couldn’t really say), but in this world I might very well have the biggest dick many people had ever seen, with no hugely endowed porn stars around for anybody to see. Liz certainly seemed doubtful about my assertion that there were “plenty of guys” who could outmatch, or even compare to me.

“So where would I find this ‘Brett’s’?” I asked her. Being a semi-nude waiter wasn’t really my idea of a career, but it sounded like a better prospect than most of the hard labor jobs I’d been thinking I might be able to get with no references or verifiable I.D.

“Oh, I can show you,” she offered. “Being self-employed has its advantages. Want to take a quick shower and then go see if they’re open?” she suggested.

“Yeah, sounds good,” I agreed.

“Feel like showering together?” she asked. “I could do with a quickie,” she said with a suggestive grin.

I smiled back. “Absolutely,” I agreed with a lascivious smile of my own.

We adjourned to the shower after quickly clearing up breakfast. Liz ran a hot shower, then we both luxuriated under the water for a while, letting our bodies touch but not really engaging just yet. Eventually, both of us had soaped up, and before Liz could really start to rinse off, I started to massage her soapy body from behind. I let my hands roam widely across her flesh, going down as far as her thighs and up as far as the hair on her head, although I’ll admit I paid the most attention to her very shapely ass and her large breasts.

Liz mostly just stood and hummed softly as she let me caress her, but when the water had finished rinsing most of the soap off of us on its own and she began to feel my rigid dick jabbing her in the thigh and butt every few seconds, she reached back and took hold of its shaft, then guided it into her pussy from behind.

We fucked slowly—in fact our fingers had started shriveling up before Liz came. After she did, I turned the water off and helped her out of the shower.

“Don’t you want to finish?” she asked me with some surprise, fondling my rigid, slippery dick seductively.

“Sure,” I said, “I just thought it was time to get out of the water before our fingers turned completely into raisins.”

Liz chuckled. “Fair enough. Want a blowjob?” she offered.

I smiled. “If you’re offering, I’m not going to turn one down,” I said.

Liz smiled back and sank to her knees on the bathroom carpet. Rather than just suck my dick, she lifted her big breasts and used them to give me a tit-fuck while she sucked my cockhead. After a few minutes of that treatment, she got me to cum, and swallowed my entire load handily.

“Okay. All clean, and two nice orgasms. Ready to go get you a job?” she asked with a winning smile.

“Ready,” I agreed, grinning back.

Liz walked arm-in-arm with me through town. We got a lot of appreciative looks from people on the street, and no surprise: an attractive naked couple, the woman with big tits and the man with a big dick.

When we got to Brett’s, Liz gave me a friendly kiss on the cheek, wished me good luck, and then turned to head back home.

“Good luck with what?” I then heard her ask, and I was momentarily confused before I realized that the professor was back on her headset. “Ohmigawd … she’s still naked!” the professor added as I turned to watch her double walking off, with her sexy, bare butt swaying as she went.

I glanced down to give the professor the full picture.

“So are you!” she blurted.

“Yeah, I suppose after that first impression, your double assumed I was a nudist, and I didn’t feel like contradicting her,” I explained. “Besides, it feels very liberating, walking around naked in front of everybody.”

“I’ll bet!” the professor declared. “So, good luck with what?” she repeated.

“Your counterpart had a job idea for me,” I explained.

“Oh? What kind of job?” the professor asked.

“You’ll see,” I promised, and entered Brett’s.

“Oh … oh, my,” the professor breathed as I looked around at the interior.

As Liz had explained, all the waiters were relatively young, fit, attractive men with no shirts, whose pants were crotchless—chaps, really, though not Western-themed. The diners were a relatively even mix of men and women, but most tables had either all women or all men sitting at them, not mixed company. It was pretty obvious from the way they were admiring the waiters that all the men were gay.

I approached the host. “Just one?” he asked politely, picking up a menu. I was still slightly amazed that the host didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that a naked dude had just strolled into the place.

“Actually, I was wondering if there were any positions available?” I asked.