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"Wanna spoon?" Chisum asked, consequently startling Mike. Mike looked up from the bowl of soup he was about to carry out to the dining room to see the 18-year-old brother of his latest sexual conquest offering an actual eating utensil. Mike took the offered spoon and walked quickly out to the dining room, attempting to shake off the feeling that Chisum's comment had a double meaning.
As Mike walked to the particular destination of the soup, he considered what had happened the night before, when he had fucked Chisum's 20-year-old, macho, broil cook brother Trevor in the kitchen after the restaurant closed, and Chisum, expecting to pick up his brother, walked in on them. Of course Mike had forgotten to lock the front door. Of course Trevor had neglected to call his brother and tell him he had found an alternative ride. In their intense session, neither Trevor nor Mike had remembered the obvious omens of possible intrusion. So an unwitting Chisum, finding the front door unlocked, walked into the restaurant to find his older brother, and one minute later, a confused Chisum walked back out. Neither Trevor nor Mike had a chance to explain the compromising circumstances.
After dropping off the soup, Mike walked back to the kitchen, turning over the possibilities of what Chisum had just said. Surely Chisum wasn't baiting him with veiled invitations for gay sex. Was he? It was hard to tell if that second nature of the comment was meant. Surely the ever-macho Trevor had not told his younger brother of the details of what had happened between him and Mike. Or had he?
Mike returned to the kitchen to find a gaggle of servers and hosts gathered around the beverage station, engaging in gossip and stuffing their faces with the collection of baked goods, snacks, and candy that inevitably appeared each day. Chisum was a member of the gathering, and seeing Mike enter the kitchen, picked up a chocolate peanut cluster and slipped it into his mouth. Giving a look of supreme satisfaction, he looked at Mike and said: "Mmm. I love chocolate-covered nuts. Want some, Mike?"
Mike looked around, checking that none of the staff had let their attention stray far enough from the gossip to ponder the possible second meaning of the statement, then he threw a questioning look to Chisum. Chisum threw a knowing look back.
Once again, Mike found himself in the office printing off the last reports of the night. A creature of habit, Mike left the office and went out into the assumably empty dining room to check the cleanliness. Satisfied he went into the kitchen to do a similar check, only to find that once again his assumption of vacancy was wrong. Chisum stood, slightly stooped over, leaning against the edge of the food-pass window looking onto the cooking line, his ass sticking out prominently. Hearing Mike's entry, he turned around.
"I stuck around to see if you want a ride," Chisum explained.
"I don't need a ride, I have my car," replied a befuddled Mike.
"No, I didn't mean that kind of ride," said Chisum.
"What kind of ride did you mean?" Mike inquired.
"Trevor's been using my ass as his own personal cum-dump since I was 13 and he was 15. He told me all about what happened last night. It sounded hot. So...I was wondering if...if you want to ride my ass like you rode his."
Mike couldn't believe his ears. He began sizing up Chisum, turning over the proposition in his head like Tyler had once considered a similar proposition he had made. Chisum was kind of cute. He was shorter and not quite as thin as his brother; although not chunky, Chisum had a solid build that showed some muscle, though not overly defined. He had the same sexy olive skin tone as his brother, but unlike his brother, he was clean-shaven. Mike was turned on that somebody was so willing and eager to be fucked by him.
"Hell yeah, I'll fuck the shit out of you, Chisum. But let's do it out in the dining room. It took me forever to clean up the kitchen last night."
Together they walked out into the vacant dining room. Mike turned off all of the lights so that even though the blinds were open, if anybody were to drive by they would not be able to see in. The streetlamps cast a faint orange glow through the windows. Together, they walked up to one of the booths. Mike gently pushed Chisum onto the edge of the table, then grabbed his shirtfront and pulled him close enough to kiss. Their lips touched, and Mike, being the more experienced, pushed his tongue into Chisum's mouth and began to explore. His hands meanwhile roved over Chisum's body, unbuttoning shirt buttons and loosening Chisum's belt. Chisum took the cue and did likewise for Mike.
After a few minutes of making out and undressing each other, they parted and drank in each other's bodies with their eyes. Chisum, at this point, was sitting bare-assed on the table, his smooth body showing slight definition in the faint orange light. With the exception of his armpits, treasure trail, lightly haired legs, and dark, curly bush, the young man was hairless. In contrast, Mike had paler skin, an abundance of brown, curly hair on his chest and flat stomach, and a slighter and taller frame. In a strange deja-vu of the previous night, Mike's boxers and pants lay bunched around his ankles. Each sported a raging erection: Chisum's cut 8-incher resembled his brother's in almost every detail, while Mike's thicker 7 inches were at full mast. Mike raised his eyes from Chisum's body to find Chisum's brown eyes staring back into his.
"Fuck me."
Mike walked a few steps to the nearest side station and grabbed a cruet of salad oil. Walking back, he drizzled some on his dick. He then pushed Chisum back so that he was laying on table with his legs dangling off the edge. Mike raised Chisum's legs so that they were resting on Mike's shoulders, then drizzled some more oil onto his fingers so he could lube up Chisum's hole. Sticking his fingers into Chisum's pucker, he found that he was met with little resistance. This was definitely not Chisum's first time getting fucked.
Mike felt a feeling of deja-vu as he pressed his cockhead up to Chisum's hole. However, unlike with Trevor, Mike's fat cock slid with with no resistance. He pulled back out. Chisum's ass was amazing, responding to Mike's cock perfectly.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Mike let out under his breath. Unlike Trevor, Chisum was silent, a look of ecstasy etched on his face.
Mike got into a regular rhythm, enjoying every minute of the sweet ass he was drilling. It was a relatively new experience for him, being the one fucking, not getting fucked. Meanwhile, Chisum was enjoying himself as well, stroking his own cock and taking delight in the fat cock massaging his prostrate. Such fun went on for a solid fifteen minutes, but like all good things, eventually came to an end.
Chisum was the first to blow his load. Five huge geysers of thick, warm cum spurted from the end of his eight-incher, the first getting enough distance to splatter his cheek and dribble down his chin. The others landed on his smooth torso. Seeing Chisum cum was almost too much for Mike, who subsequently shot his own cum up Chisum's ass. After giving a last couple thrusts, Mike pulled out and bent over the table, giving Chisum one last kiss.
He then whispered: "If you let me do this every time you see me and your brother going at it, you can walk in on us every time."