THE INCLINATION OF RHETT BUTLER

The need for companionship is always constant in human nature just as the desire to mate is a constant goal of the male species. We think about sex more often than not and we spend hours on end imagining ways to satisfy the sexual driven hunger that lives within every male. As a single American male, I often find myself in positions where I can easily satisfy this sexual hunger without the complications of commitment and monogamy. I can honestly say that in the times of my life when I am single, I greatly enjoy the title and throw myself into all the aspects of single-hood.
Dinner and drinks with friends is a perk that I enjoy greatly as a single man. I met up with two buddies of mine one night at a local late night restaurant to talk the typical conversations of men that ranged from everything between politics to religion to the joy of sex. Gene and I were the first to arrive at the restaurant and were seated by a young, handsome waiter. As the waiter showed us to our table I couldn’t help but notice his ass that was complimented by the tight fitness of his black pants. I instantly had images of the things I wanted to do with that fine example of an ass and firmly made eye contact with him while he took our drink order. He had a boyish charisma that any waiter would want and would use to manipulate their customers to get that bigger anticipated tip. He had a constant smile as he took down our drink order and a slight sparkle in his eye. Instinctively, my eyes narrowed and followed the waiter’s firm ass as he walked away with our drink order.
Gene and I were soon joined by our third companion and we began to partake in our conversation, always with the thought of the waiter in the back of my mind and how badly I wanted to fuck him. He was a constant distraction for me throughout the entire night “Why don’t you ask for his telephone number?” my buddies asked. I couldn’t find myself to be so direct with a complete stranger but the need for sex had been building in me for a while. I had to figure out a way to get this guy back to my apartment. The occasional eye contact and smile was only driving my sex drive to an ecstatic peak. This is the best and worst part about being a guy, when an individual begins to think with his dick and not his head. I began to implement my plan using only the brilliance of my dick.
As our dinner came to an end and the conversation came full circle we prepared to pay our bill and depart ways for the night. After paying for my part of the bill using my debit card I took the receipt back to the table and took out a couple of dollars for his tip. Using his own pen that I had taken from the counter I wrote on the receipt, “My name is Chad… If you want the rest of your tip, you’ll have to earn it. Call me at blah blah blah.” I then left the restaurant with my buddies not having to deal with the awkwardness of trying to get him into bed and of course, the possible rejection of my advances.
My phone began to ring while I climbed the stairs to my downtown apartment. I answered without looking who the call was from and simply said “Hello.”
“Hi, is this Chad?”
“Yes”
“This is your waiter. I was calling to find out how I can earn the rest of my tip.” The smile quickly engulfed my face as I realized that I was going to get some tonight. “Well, I guess you will find out when you get off and come over to my apartment.” I gave him my address and he told me he would be over after he got off in another hour. That would place him at my place around 2:30 in the morning so it gave me enough time to pick up and to take a quick shower.
The doorbell rang as I calmly walked downstairs to answer his call. The door opened as I greeted the waiter with a smile and he kindly returned the same greeting. I lead him to the living room where I had two beers waiting and we began a conversation. We talked about college life and what we wanted to do with ourselves down the road. We talked about family and friends and how we got to this point in our lives. We shared funny stories, happy moments and a few sad memories and after a few hours worth of conversation there was a pause.
“So… how do I earn that tip?” he smiled at me and I slowly leaned towards him and began kissing him. His mouth was nice and my body quickly began to react to his warm scent. I pulled him close to me and he quickly responded by pulling my hip towards his. I removed his shirt and started to kiss his neck and chest; I wanted to ravage him completely. I pulled him off the couch as he wrapped his legs around my waist and I carried him into my room and had my way with him.
The sun was rising as we both laid there holding each other. The sum of our action had led us both to be quite satisfied and that ever present sexual hunger had subsided for the time being. Some time went by as we dwelled in the afterglow of our actions and then the waiter finally spoke. He had to get back to his dorm but he smiled and proudly proclaimed that he had a good time with me. I returned his compliment and told him the same thing while he put on his clothes. I walked him to the front door and kissed him one last time before he left. Watching him drive away I reflected on the time we spent together and a smile appeared on my face. I would have to call Gene later in the day and tell him of my encounter with our gentleman waiter. For the moment however, sleep was calling for me in the back of my mind and I obeyed my body’s intuition and collapsed back into my bed, closing my eyes, and letting my mind drift into dreams.