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At The Restaurant
It was getting on for ten o'clock and the pub was getting busier and smokier. Although not a gay bar the pub had the reputation of being tolerant towards the gay community and I had thought that as this was Friday night, with no work tomorrow, there would be more action, but there seemed to be little going on tonight.
I had not managed to grab a meal during the day and the few pints of lager were starting to have an effect on me and the smoky atmosphere was starting to get on my chest so I decided to jump in the car and seek out a great Indian restaurant that I knew.
I should not really have driven as I had consumed far more alcohol than was good for me, but I reached my destination without incident and went into the restaurant. It was fairly quiet and I was welcomed by the owner like an old friend and seated at a small table close to the kitchen at the back of the restaurant.
I ordered a pint of lager while I looked at the menu and it was brought by a waiter I had never seen in there before. He was cute, very cute, in his early twenties, about 5'6", very slim with the classic dead straight black hair, deep brown eyes and very smooth skin. His nose was probably what made him look so cute, being small with a slight turn-up at the tip. His lips we quite full and under his waistcoat and black trousers he looked to be quite solid, but by no means overweight.
He smiled as he placed my beer on the table and introduced himself as Chander and told me he would be my waiter for the evening.
I had a good look through the menu and ordered a chicken nawab (Chef's special) with plain rice, chana masala and a plain naan bread with a portion of onion bhaji to start. (It sounds an awful lot for one person, but I always tend to overeat in Indian restaurants as it is my favourite type of food, an then I may not have another meal for a day or two).
I finished my first pint of lager and ordered another which Chander brought and placed on the table with a smile. Since I had arrived several parties had left the restaurant but nobody else had arrived so there were only three tables now occupied including my own.
Another party was leaving just as Chander arrived with the trolley with my dishes on it. He stood sideways on and quite close to me with my table to his right and the trolley to his left. Consequently as he transferred my dishes from the trolley to the table his crutch was rubbing against my right arm. First he took my dinner plate and wiped it with a tea towel and placed it in front of me. He then took a warming plate from the trolley and placed it in the middle of the table, lighting two tea lights and placing them inside to keep the food warm. By now I was very aware of his cock rubbing against me and as he took each of the hot dishes from the trolley and placed it on the warming plate I could not help noticing that something was growing inside his trousers, not to mention inside my own.
As he placed the last dish on the table he asked if there was anything more he could do for me. Not yet' I said, but maybe a little later'.
He smiled again and said `It will be my pleasure' and I watched his sexy little bum as he walked away into the kitchen.
At this point the last remaining party left the restaurant leaving me in splendid isolation. The owner came up and asked if everything was to my satisfaction and I told him that it was and that I would try not to keep him too late. He told me to take my time as most of the staff would be leaving now with the exception of Chander who lived above the restaurant and was in no hurry to go upstairs. He also told me that there was a fresh pot of coffee on and that coffee and a liqueur would be on the house.
I thanked him and bade him goodnight and within a few minutes Chander and I were on our own. I noticed that he had poured himself a beer and that he was standing by the bar drinking it. I invited him to join me at the table and he smiled an pulled out the chair next to mine and sat down. We made small talk for a little while and he went and got us some more drinks. When he sat back down I noticed (how could I not) that his right leg was pressed against my left and that his hand was on his knee. I continued eating, but every time I spoke to him I was looking deeper and deeper into his eyes. As I took my last mouthful of food I felt his hand transfer from his knee to mine.
I swallowed my last mouthful of food, turned towards him, leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. I backed off, looked directly into his eyes then kissed him again, this time with open lips and the exchange of tongues. I could feel his hand moving upwards from my knee and as I was wearing only sweat pants with no underwear he very soon found my now hard cock. He moaned as our kiss continued to get more and more passionate and I started to unbutton his waistcoat, undid and removed his tie then undid his pristine white shirt, all without breaking the kiss.
As I removed his shirt I saw that his nipples (which I now kissed) were very erect and dark in colour. We stood and he pulled my sweat pants down and my hard cock sprang out and slapped against my stomach. I pulled off my polo shirt, slipped out of my sandals and stood there naked, while I undid Chander's belt, unclipped his trousers and pulled them down to his ankles, leaving just his tight, white underpants, which I then pulled down over his muscular, but not muscle-bound legs revealing 6½ inches of perfect uncut erect manhood.
I knelt and removed his trousers and pants, together with his shoes and socks and took his cock gently in my hand and then slipped it slowly into my mouth. He quickly pulled out again and said Let's go up to my room'. He took a tray from the trolley and placed on it the coffee pot, the cream and sugar and a bottle of Grand Marnier. I followed him, both of us naked, through an unmarked door and upstairs to his room, which was at the front of the building over the restaurant. He poured us both coffee and liqueurs and we alternated kisses with sips of coffee and liqueur. When our cups and glasses were empty we lay and hugged until we were both hard again and I started again where I left off. I took his cock in my mouth and tongued the head making him moan and buck. I then took the whole cock into my mouth and throat and started to work him up and down. We were in his king-size bed, which gave him room to flick himself around so that we were in the 69' position and he returned my ministrations. My own cock is around the 7-inch mark and he had no difficulty in taking the entire length, which made me very, very excited indeed, and very close to orgasm. I could tell by Chander's ragged breathing that he was in a similar state and we both came within seconds of one another, both gushing several ropes of cum, which we intermingled with our next kiss. We lay, exhausted for a while then both fell asleep. I was awakened after a couple of hours by Chander stroking my chest and cock. When he realised I was awake he started covering my face with butterfly kisses and then, out of the blue, he said `I want you to fuck me. I want your cock right inside me and I want to feel your cum squirting inside me.
Not being one to deny a gentleman's request, I rose to the occasion (in both senses). I turned him on to his stomach, spread his cheeks and went down into his arse crack. There was some hair in the crack, but he was fresh enough and I had no qualms about rimming him for a few minutes to prepare the way for things to come. Chander was moaning softly and contentedly, so I looked over to the bedside table and spotted some hand cream which I used to lubricate my cock and then I took some on my finger and spread it around his hole, then slowly pushed inside. Chander moaned a little louder and beads of sweat started to appear on his back. I slotted two fingers inside and his moans intensified. By this time my cock was screaming for action so I gently pushed it inside him and felt him wince as I heard his sharp intake of breath. I left my cock where it was for a few seconds until he had become accustomed to it's presence, then slowly, inch by inch, I slid inside him until I could feel his arse against my pubic hair.
`God, that feels wonderful' he said, as I slowly started to pull out and push in again. I could only agree with him as I could already feel my orgasm approaching. I kept things slow and steady and managed to last out for three or four minutes before I shot my load and coated the inside of his rectum with my cum.
As I went to pull out Chander said No, leave it inside me until it slips out naturally. I did as he requested and fell asleep with my cock still inside him. The next thing I knew it was nine o'clock in the morning and I could smell fresh coffee which was being poured by a naked Chander standing next to me. I sat up in bed and accepted the coffee and drank thirstily before asking where the toilet was. You'll have to use the one in the restaurant' he said `but don't worry, there won't be anyone down there until around 11 o'clock when the cleaner comes in to get the place ready for opening at noon.
I slipped, naked, down the stairs and relieved myself then returned upstairs to find Chander back in bed and another cup of coffee freshly poured for me, which I again drank thirstily then cuddled up to Chander for a while.
We kissed and chatted for an hour or so and then I said that I really ought to get home. Chander got out of bed and went downstairs to retrieve our clothes which we had left there the previous evening, and brought them upstairs. I dressed, and so did he, and we walked downstairs together. `Will I see you again?' asked Chander.
Try and keep me away' I said. We walked to the door and kissed and I told him that when I returned to the restaurant I would not be ordering the Chef's special, but the Waiter's special'.
We laughed, kissed again and I left. Needless to say I have returned to the restaurant on numerous occasions, usually on a Friday or Saturday night and Chander and I have been `right through the menu' countless times.
The Colonel
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