Mr. Ellsworth Ch. 01

"Now class, it's vital you treat the floor as if you are onstage."
I stared up at the clock.
Not too much longer of this.
"When you pass through that kitchen door, you need to think of it as the stage door. You are on display to paying customers once you pass through here."
Should I order the burger or salad wrap today?
My mind had wandered out of this hospitality class long ago.
"Once you are out there, you are required to have your stage face on. You are to be smiling. Leave whatever troubles you have behind in the kitchen - backstage."
The teacher had started smirking now.
Maybe his mind has wandered too?
"I don't care how you achieve this. High-level customer service and a friendly disposition are essential in this industry. If you have to think of a funny joke before you walk out there, then use that. Does anyone here have a funny joke?"
Silence.
"Well you're a cheerful lot today! Right. I'll show you a little something I do each day to help me achieve this."
The teacher threw his leg up on the table and pulled up his trouser leg.
"Colourful socks help me!"
This middle-aged teacher suddenly had my attention again. I think it was his rainbow socks.
"Some colourful socks always brighten my mood and they're inconspicuous. No one knows they're there but me. They work great!"
Some scattered chuckles went around the group. My mind seemed fixated on the fact our teacher secretly wore rainbow socks. I immediately felt self-conscious about my own secret lurking beneath my work attire.
Did he somehow know?
Mr Ellsworth was fairly laid-back for a teacher. He insisted on us calling him by his nickname, Mike, like his friends did. He appeared to be in his early 50s, and idle chat between us once revealed he was divorced. He was always immaculately groomed and dressed, telling us "It's essential to be presentable and leave a good first impression in hospitality."
The clock struck 1pm.
"That's all for now, class. See you after lunch."
Salad wrap, here I come.
I proceeded to walk out the door with the rest of the class, when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Matt, now would be a great time for that barista training you asked for."
It was true. I had recently asked for some extra barista training, following a failed job application at a local café.
"I was just about to get some lunch though" I hopelessly protested.
"I won't have much free time before summer holidays, Matt. Let's just get it out of the way. It won't take long."
I gave in and slowly smiled as I remembered Mike's recent rainbow sock reveal.
"So, do you always wear rainbow socks?"
Mike laughed.
"No, I have an entire collection that I rotate through. Smiley faces, cartoon characters, funny quotes. The rainbow socks are my favourite though. I think they best represent me."
My mind had just started processing what that maybe meant, when Mike suddenly started grinding coffee beans.
"Can you just get the milk out of that fridge?" he asked, raising his voice over the noise of the coffee grinder.
I walked to the fridge at the opposite end of the bar and bent down to retrieve the milk.
The bar had mirrors along the back wall, and it was these which allowed me to notice Mike staring as I bent over.
His eyes were definitely on my ass.
I pretended to fumble around with the milk, taking my time, allowing him to enjoy the view.
"Light or full milk?" I asked.
"Full" Mike requested.
I think he knew the full milk was almost empty.
"There's not much left in that one."
"Oh, okay. Grab the light carton then."
It seemed Mike was taking as much time as I was.
I carried the milk over to the coffee machine and poured some in the jug.
"Okay. Good. Now I have already extracted the coffee shot here. I thought we would concentrate on frothing the milk."
"That's fine with me."
Mike placed the steam wand into the milk jug and turned the dial. The coffee machine coughed maraş escort and spluttered.
"See. You just want to put the tip in. You don't want to go too far. As you do this, slightly tilt the jug, as the angle creates better texture."
I watched Mike's demonstration; all the while being distracted by his mention of "put the tip in." This was going to be difficult.
"Your turn" he gestured.
I turned the dial and began mimicking his example from before.
"Oh, you're a natural! I knew you would do well at this."
I smiled and enjoyed the praise.
"At least I'm doing something right!"
"Oh, don't worry about that rejection from the café. That's their loss. Anyone would be lucky to have you."
I blushed. I was sure he probably meant to say "any workplace" but nevertheless, my mind was now fixated on the words he just said.
"So how was your 18th birthday the other month? Did you have a big party?"
"No. I just had a quiet one. A few close friends. Nothing big."
"Well, sometimes the big ones are overrated. Nothing like a nice time between good friends."
Everything this man was saying seemed to stimulate my mind and certain other parts of my body. It was beginning to get out of control. I could feel blood rushing to my cock and immediately became paranoid he could tell.
"I don't think you really require all that much training on coffee. Enjoy your lunch and I'll see you back here this afternoon."
"Really?"
I was hopeless at hiding my disappointment at ending our one-on-one training.
"Yes" he laughed. "You have shown me enough."
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I sat eating my salad wrap by myself in the cafeteria. It was mostly deserted anyway, as the majority of others had already finished, or simply gone elsewhere for lunch. I was alone with my thoughts.
I kept replaying the things Mike had said during our brief training session. His rainbow socks repeatedly flashed through my mind.
What did he mean by 'shown me enough'? Was he referring to when I bent over for the milk?
As these thoughts raced through my head, I felt my balls tighten with excitement and butterflies fill my tummy. Thankfully, nobody was around to witness my legs subconsciously spreading in my chair too, or my ass wriggling around in my seat.
My body had become restless because it had seen something (and someone) it needed.
The overpowering desire for a man and his cock had taken over.
The remainder of the afternoon was going to be interesting.
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"You should all be comfortable carrying three plates by now."
Mike walked around the room inspecting us and our plates.
"Good. Very good" he observed. "Okay, Matt, it would be easier if your fingers were positioned like this."
Mike leaned over me and placed his hand on mine, repositioning my fingers into the correct technique for bridging plates.
The touch of his hand on my body drove me crazy. I could smell his cologne and masculine, musty scent as he leaned over me. I almost dropped everything.
"There. Perfect. You have it now."
The plate-carrying technique wasn't the only thing I had now. I had a serious erection again.
"Now remember people. Your customers don't want grumpy people serving them. Look happy."
Mike glanced back in my direction and flashed a smile.
"Some of you look happier than others" he laughed.
I could feel blood rushing to my face. I sensed my blushing was even more obvious than the bulge in my pants.
As others in the group walked around carrying plates, I made sure to position myself near a corner, so as to hide my blatant erection. Part of me thought I should get a bonus grade, for not only balancing three plates, but an erection as well.
Mike called the group together to brief us for the following day shift in the school restaurant.
"Our manager for tomorrow will be Matt. Let's show our appreciation for him."
The class awkwardly clapped while looking in my direction. I was grateful maraş escort bayan my erection was now under control, but also overwhelmed at the prospect of being in charge on the floor tomorrow.
"I'm sure you will do a great job" Mike reassured, before proceeding to allocate tasks and roles to the rest of the group.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread about my new role for tomorrow. The role of manager rotated through everyone in the class, yet despite this, I knew tomorrow would be my most important assessment.
The class disbanded and began leaving the building for the day. My feet seemed firmly planted to the ground in terror of what lay ahead.
"Are you okay there, Matt? Did you forget something?"
"I just don't think I'm ready for tomorrow" I explained.
"Walk with me" Mike gestured. "I'm just taking these files to my office."
His office was located at the back of the restaurant. I had walked past it before, but never entered.
He walked in ahead of me, his arms filled with paperwork.
"Just close the door behind you, Matt" he instructed. "Take a seat. Now what concerns you most about tomorrow?"
I sat in a chair on the other side of his desk, taking in my surrounds. A photo adorned the desk depicting Mike wakeboarding topless. I was suddenly finding it difficult to concentrate.
Mike had noticed my diverted attention.
"I have found that if I surround myself with things I enjoy, it makes work less tedious. Consider it a reminder of why I work -- basically just so I can do the things that give me the most pleasure."
Give me the most pleasure.
I was starting to think I was a ripe candidate for selective hearing -- at least where conversations with Mike were concerned.
"I've never been wakeboarding" I hopelessly reflected.
"You should try it sometime. It's not that scary. Just like tomorrow isn't all that scary."
"I don't know."
"You need to believe in yourself more, Matt. You're a remarkable young man."
I found myself blushing yet again.
"You're a great member of the team. You're one of the smartest in the class. You're hard-working. You have great customer service. You're handsome."
"You really think I'm handsome?"
Mike laughed.
"Yes, you're handsome, Matt. You're a beautiful young man. If you could see yourself through my eyes, perhaps you would have greater confidence and find tomorrow less daunting."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mike's words were some of the sweetest, most sincere I'd ever heard.
"Thank you."
"You don't have to thank me. You just have to turn up tomorrow and do your best. That's all I ask."
"Okay. I will."
"Good."
Mike smiled and walked around the desk, until he was standing behind me. I suddenly felt his strong hands on my shoulders.
"Now, we just need you to relax" he commented, as he slowly rubbed my shoulders.
I instinctively closed my eyes.
"That's it. Now take a couple of big deep breaths with me."
We breathed in deeply together. I followed Mike's deeper breaths and found my heart rate slowing down.
"There. I can already feel you becoming less tense" he observed, as he continued slowly rubbing my shoulders.
"Now what little inconspicuous helper will you have tomorrow? It really helps, Matt. Do you have some fun item of clothing?"
I suddenly felt tense again, with my heart picking up speed.
"I'm already wearing it" I slowly explained.
"Oh?" Mike queried, not sounding his usual genuine self.
"Yes."
"I didn't know you wore fun socks too."
"I don't."
"No?"
It was at this moment something took over me. I rose from my chair, with my back still facing Mike. I lifted my shirt from my trousers and proceeded to undo my belt. The ease at which my hands undid my belt in front of Mr Ellsworth surprised me. It felt so natural.
"What's this?" Mike asked, a smile forming across his face.
I pulled down my trousers just a fraction, to escort maraş reveal a glimpse of the little pink lace thong I was wearing.
"Oh wow" Mike exclaimed as he stood observing my tight thong-clad ass.
I giggled and started to pull my trousers back up, since now I had revealed my inner-most secret to him.
"No, no, no" Mike protested. "Not yet. I'm thinking."
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking that this makes me even happier than my rainbow socks."
We laughed. I was enjoying this way too much.
"You can touch if you want. It might bring good luck" I giggled.
Mike slowly ran his hand over my ass cheek, as his fingers followed my lace thong strap, gently rubbing the lace material.
"This is better than rubbing a genie's lamp for luck" Mike laughed.
"Would you like to get a better view?"
"Yes, absolutely. You're always trying to please, Matt. This will ensure you do great tomorrow."
I immediately dropped my trousers to the floor and slowly leaned forward against the desk.
"Oh my" stammered Mike.
Both his hands proceeded to glide over my ass this time.
"So beautiful."
I could sense my smooth balls were slightly poking out the side of my thong.
"What do we have here?" Mike laughed.
His hand slid down along my thong, until I felt him gently run his fingers over my balls. I let out a soft whimper.
"I have a confession" he said, as his hand continued slowly caressing my balls.
"I knew you were wearing a thong. Coffee training was quite memorable for me."
I knew he had noticed!
Something about this confession had acted as a green light for me and I turned around. I leaned in and kissed Mike on the lips while I started to undo his belt and trousers.
Oh my god. I'm kissing Mrs Ellsworth!
He tasted more incredible than I could have imagined -- a combination of breath mints and masculinity. His tongue pursed my lips open and playfully teased mine.
I slid a hand down his pants and moaned into our kiss, as I felt just how erect I had made my teacher.
The head of his cock already seemed wet in my hand as I massaged him.
I dropped to my knees and pulled Mike's hard cock out, causing him to moan and instinctively place his hand on my head, guiding my mouth towards him.
His cock was around 5-6 inches, cut and accompanied by a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair.
I began sucking up the pre-cum I had created.
Lick. Slurp!
"You're such a good student" Mike moaned.
Warm praise from Mr Ellsworth often caused me to feel good about myself, though now was the first time it caused me to suck cock harder.
I slid his cock down my throat, taking his entire shaft into my mouth, as my lips pressed against his pubic hair. I sensed Mike subtly moving his hips in motion with my sucking.
My teacher was fucking my face.
Saliva coated his throbbing cock and the wet, sloppy sounds of my frantic sucking echoed through the small office.
"Oh god, yes" he moaned, unsuccessfully trying to dampen signs of pleasure.
My tongue swirled around the head of his cock as I took him deep once more.
"Yes!" Mike frantically whispered as he clutched the back of my head.
His cock throbbed harder as he slid it deeper down my throat. A sudden eruption of warm cum flooded my mouth.
"Mmmm!"
I continued sucking, as I massaged the cum from his hairy balls with my other hand.
The head of Mike's cock pulsated on my tongue. Streams of his deliciously warm cum ran down my throat. I looked up at my teacher, the handsome man whom I admired so much. My eyes displayed a deep sense of gratitude for the reward he had just given me.
Mike's eyes remained closed, with a big smile plastered over his face. He softly began laughing.
"Best. Student. Ever."
I giggled.
"Best teacher ever."
I kissed the head of his cock goodbye, as Mike proceeded to zip up his trousers before any rogue cleaners or colleagues entered the office.
"Thank you. You will do great tomorrow, Matt."
His hand rested on my shoulder once more, though this time a deep sense of tenderness and intimacy flowed through his touch.
"I rather like your pep talks, Mr Ellsworth" I giggled.
"Please" he protested, before softly kissing my lips. "Call me Mike instead."