Hot stacked

I love pancakes. Every time I go to the coast I have to get a stack every morning. At southern Carolina beaches, pancake houses are scattered everywhere.

I spent the early morning with a run on the beach. At almost 35 I have to keep my exercise strict to be able to eat whatever I want. I love to cook and love to eat.

The cool morning coastal breeze keeps my sweat this morning to an minimum. Instead of heading straight back to the condo I stop for breakfast.

I enter the small pancake house and I’m greeted by a handsome man. “Just one?” Me in my running shorts and tank, “Yes...sir.”
“One minute.” He said smiling.

I immediately felt my cock tingle in my jockstrap. His smile already had me fantasizing. I do this a lot. It usually leads to nothing. Hell, I had already fantasized about two runners I had seen that morning. They were in the twenties and both ran around me on the beach. I watched there muscular asses bounce away towards the morning sun. I couldn’t keep up. I dreamed about them slowing and turning back to fuck my mouth and ass on the beach. They would cum and leave me in the sand with my ass in the air.

“Your table is ready.” I’m suddenly jarred back to real life. Me alone...about to eat pancakes. His blue eyes seem to look directly into my soul. I stumble out “Great” and followthis cute waiter to my table.

He is around 6 foot, like me, and I would guess about 30 years old. His pants and shirt are tight on him showing off his lean body. His shoulders are broad and is butt is putting me into a trance.

We reach the table and I almost run into him because I’m not paying any attention to anything but his buns.

I sit and he places a menu in front of me. “I’ll be right back.” He said as he walks back to the bar. I’m excited he is my waiter. I figured with my luck that he would just seat me and my waitress would be some big butch lady.

He makes his way back over and I’m studying his defined jaw line and his closely shaved beard and the hair on his head that is the same length.

I quickly look down at the menu as my eyes meet his. Before I know it his crotch is twelve inches from my face. I look from the menu over to his belt line and then my eyes finally find his face again.

“What can I get for you?” I order a short stack with a side of bacon. “What would you like to drink?” I hesitate for a moment and say “milk.”
“it does your body good” he said winking at me. My mind is racing...is this guy hitting on me. Nah, probably just fishing for a good tip.

“I’m Nick, if you need something else.” All I can do is smile. I’m afraid to try and say anything without sounding like a total nerd.
“Can I get you anything else?” “Um, that is all for now...except can you point me to the bathroom. I need to wash my hands.”

“Sure, it’s over in the backside of the restaurant.” he said. He places his hand on my bare shoulder and points across the dining room.

His hand seems to linger for a moment and then he walks over to the bar and starts to put my order in. I walk towards the restroom, passing the bar. I’m looking at him as I walk. He is watching me walk by, smiling. “I will bring your milk right over.” He says as I pass him at the bar.

I find the bathroom and go in. It is small with a toilet and urinal. It has a lock, but I leave it unlocked since I’m only washing my hands. I stare at my bearded face in the mirror as I wash the soap off my hands. Was he hitting on me? Am I being ridiculous? I am. I dry my hands and put the damp paper towel on my face. I hear the door and then the click of the lock. I look down for the trash and throw my towel out and turn and find my hunky waiter at the door.

“Oh Hi.” I nervously say. Nick replies, “Are you sure I can’t get you something else?” Rubbing his bulge. It’s almost like he knew I was a dirty cum slut the moment he set eyes on me.

He stepped closer and I swiftly dropped to my knees. I quickly unbuttoned his fly and he pushes his pants and trunks down below his ass cheeks. His thick uncut cock flies loose hitting the bottom of my chin. His large heavy balls hang low between his lean thighs. His pubes are dark and thick, but neatly trimmed.

I stare up at him as he looks down at me. He grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head back spitting in my face. I can’t believe what is happening. I want him to use me like the whore I am at heart. “Are you ready for your breakfast?” I open my mouth and he guides me down his veiny shaft. His foreskin sliding past my tongue and hitting the back of my throat and gagging me. Before I catch my breath Nick is serving me his long cock and has both of his hands on my head.

His big sack is smacking my chin and my eyes are tearing with joy as he uses my faggot mouth for his pleasure. I love to be dominated and somehow he already knew this. I grab his ass with my hands to steady myself and his cock buries into my face and he releases his thick milky load down my throat. Nick pulls his cock out and slaps it against my cheek. I reach up and stroke it in my hand milking out a few more drops. I run my tongue around it’s head and under the foreskin.

He grabs my chin and says “Get back to your seat.” I say “Yes sir.” He buckles his pants above me as I lick my lips to get the rest of his cum from my face. He unlocks the door and we exit.

I sit in a daze at my table for a few minutes until he brings my glass of milk and my stack over to the table.

I can’t believe what just happened. I haven’t done anything like this since my early twenties.
I watch Nick float around the room as I eat my second breakfast. He is constantly making eye contact with me and my jockstrap is soaking with my precum.

He made his way back to me. “Can I get you anything for dessert?”

“No, just a refill.” I say as I start to get up from my seat. I wonder back towards the bathroom.
I may have to stay for lunch too.