The Diner's Teengay Slut

Mon wipes down countertops, picking up salt and pepper shakers, replacing ketchup bottles, straightening chairs and wiping grease off glass display cases. It is 2am, time for Fred's Diner to close for 3 hours and reopen at 5am. This is Mon's part-time job. At hi age of 16, he needs to work in order to finih his studies for his parents can no longer afford to support his studies.
Mom is glad he is not working what is called the nightmare shift, working until closing and then reopening at 5, which he has been known to do for an extra buck. Alone again to close the diner, Mon sighs at his solitary tasks at hand. Smoothing a delicate hand over his blackhair and tucking a stray wisp back into a bun held in place by a hairnet, he begins again to return the room back to order and cleanliness. After what seems like an hour, he removes his apron and takes a final look around to ensure that everything is clean and neat.
Just as he is walking back to the locker room to change into his civilian clothes, he is startled by the ringing of the bells on the front door. He realizes that he may have forgotten to lock the door and spins around. "I could have sworn I locked it", Mon begins to say aloud and his voice trails off into the air conditioned atmosphere when he sees the man who has come in.
"Well, hello there. Mind if I have a bite? It's around closing time, I gather, isn't it. Am I too late?" He smiles briefly and glances around, looking slightly uncomfortable.
Mon is momentarily taken aback by this stranger's ruggedly handsome looks. Tall, blond, wearing a white T shirt which shows off his well developed muscles, the stranger flashes a brilliant smile which sends shivers down Mon's spine.
"Uh, no, no. It's alright, I was just finishing up here, but we still have cold food available and, um, I can warm up the coffee."
"Well, well." The stranger says, looking relieved. "Thank you so much. I'll drink the coffee cold if warming it up is a problem. Anyway, I am sure the coldest fridge in here can be warmed up by you in seconds flat." He looks at his and his eyes travel from his face to his full chest and shapely legs fit for a woman, then back again.
The stranger walks up to Mon.
"I'm Jim." He extends his hand, and looks into Mon's eyes warmly.
Mon shakes his hand and is slightly aware of a brief yet noticeably pleasant tingle running through his body as he grabs his hand in his big warm one and firmly shakes it, lingering for what seems like a bit too long with his hand in his grasp.
"Um, you have yourself a seat at the counter, and I'll get whatever you need. What do you fancy?"
"Oh, maybe a cheese sandwich, some apple pie, and coffee. You'll warm it up for me right?" Jim looks at Mon and winks.
"Sure." Mon turns away quickly, all too aware of the growing feeling inside him as he walks over to the gleaming pie display case and cuts a thick piece of apple pie. He moves over to the bread case and takes out two fresh slices, puts them on the plate and feels Jim's eyes burning a hole in his back. He spins around.
"Um, Jim?"
"Yes?"
"Would you like Mustard or Mayo?"
"Neither. Just a ripe, juicy tomato."
Mon feels a slight flush moving over his face. He bends down over the refrigerator to get the slab of cheese out to cut for the sandwich and hears Jim clear his throat.
"Mon, you sure know how to whet a fella's appetite." Jim quips, half jokingly. "The looks and the sounds of you moving around and chopping and slicing are music to my ears, especially since I haven't eaten a thing in 12 hours."
"12 hours!" Mon exclaims, his back still facing him as he prepares the sandwich. "Why, what on earth were you doing that had you too tied up to eat?"
Jim chuckled. "I wasn't tied up, I was driving my rig. Just got here from Ilocos Norte, took 11 hours. Record time, practically drove straight through without stopping. Betsy is a good gal. She stayed with me all the way, oiled and gassed up, ready to go."
"Who is Betsy?", Mon replies, noticing the slight annoying feeling of jealousy creeping up on him.
"My rig. See, out there?" Jim turns around on his stool and points to a gigantic 18 wheeler parked out front.
"Oh!", Mon says, noticing he is slightly relieved that Betsy is a truck, for some odd reason.
Still puzzling over his mixed emotions over this person he has only known for all of 15 minutes, without a word Mon continues fixing the meal, heats up the coffee and sets the food in front of Jim.
"By golly, what a spread!", says Jim. Jim tucks into the meal ravenously. Mon begins carrying the items he used to prepare the meal back into the kitchen.
"I'll be in the back, cleaning up. Holler if you need something", Mon says, again noticing his body's awareness of Jim's presence. He hurries into the back, ashamed of his sudden arousal. He busies himself with the dishes.
Mon hears the clanging of fork against plate, and slurps of the coffee. There is silence for a while except for the sound of running water and dishes being washed.
"Mind if I help?"
A slightly startled Mon did not hear the kitchen door creak open, nor did he expect to see Jim standing there in all his rugged, handsome glory.
Mouth agape, he stutters, "Uh um sure."
Jim walks towards the sink, plates and cup in hand. He brushes against him and he feels the rising heat again, this time unmistakably between his thighs. He is up to his elbows in suds, and he removes his arms from the dishwater, wipes them clean on a towel and takes the plates from Jim, who is now standing next to him.
"You know, you are far too pretty to be doing dishes." Jim says softly and brushes a soapy strand of hair from his eyes. A droplet of soapy water rolls down his neck to his chest, exposed in the unbuttoned area of his uniform. Jim takes the towel off the rack and gently wipes his chest clean, gazing into his eyes the whole time, stroking his chest softly with the towel.
Jim puts the towel back on the rack and turns again to face Mon, and begins to stroke the flesh again, this time with his bare hand. Mon closes his eyes and moans softly as his hand strokes downward in gentle circles towards his hardened nipple. Little electric shocks go off below Mon's waistline and Jim bends down and kisses him, first gently, then hungrily.
He cups his chest with his hand, pinching the erect nipple through the fabric. Mon feels his manhood rubbing against his thigh and he presses against it. Jim groans as his hands squeeze both chest and pinch both nipples. Mon, beside himself with desire, reaches a hand down to stroke his hot bulge.
Groaning again, Jim picks Mon up. He wraps his legs around his waist and he carries him to the large wooden table in the center of the kitchen. Seating him on the edge, he begins again to kiss him and unbuttons his uniform down the font. Mon gasps as he pulls one of his round, fleshy chest free and suckles the rose red nipple. His other hand unzips his fly and takes out his hard throbbing cock and begins to stroke.
Mon looks at his member and gasps at the length and girth of it. The space between his thighs aches with need, for this stranger, this hot, horny, wonderful stranger to bury his cock deep within his ass hole and send boiling pots of cum into his throbbing crack. Mon frees himself from his grasp and takes off all his clothing as Jim looks on, all the while stroking his cock and moaning. Mon spreads his legs wide and Jim buries his face in his hard on cock. Mon cries out with lust as he swirls his tongue around his pulsing hardened cock and inserts two fingers into his throbbing asshole to get it ready for some actions.
"Cumming!", Mon exclaims as he moans and squeals with delight, feeling waves and waves of exquisite pleasure wash over his body. Jim moans, smelling his manly essence and slurping up his delicious sweet love juice. He feels his ass hole contracting on his finger and his cock almost cums without penetration.
"I need you, now!", Jim grunts as he stands up, and positioning Mon backwards and then poitioning himself directly over his ass hole, and plunges into him.
"Ungh, yesss", He moans as he begins to thrust in and out, deeper and deeper, harder and faster. Mon is practically screaming with desire. He cries out, "I'm cumming! Oh god, cum with me!" And Jim feels his cock sending warm wet rivers of cum forth, drenching his cock and balls. He thrusts into his ass deeply one last time and lets out a roar as his cock swells and shoots what seems like gallons of hot seed into his still throbbing hot ass. "Uhn, uhn, uhn." Grunting and panting, he stays inside him enjoying aftershocks that seem to go on forever.
He finally pulls out and, still erect cock in hand, invites Mon to dine. More than willing, Mon gets off the table and kneels in front of him. Legs spread, one hand fingering his still horny ass, Mon begins to suck on his still throbbing hard manhood, tasting the remnants of his seed on the bulbous head, He swirls his tongue around it as Jim moans and thrusts his hips forward. Mon slowly begins to take the length into her wet, eager mouth and drools all over it. Stroking it from the base, Mon takes his hard cock all the way in to the back of her throat and gags and drools, as Jim moans and grinds into his mouth. Mon sucks on his cock, deeper and deeper and tastes precum. He removes his mouth from his cock and still stroking its pulsating length begins to suck on his balls, which are already tightened against his body and filled with hot cum.
"Umgh", Jim grunts and groans as Mon sucks his balls gently into his mouth, temporarily soothing the need to release the large quantity of seed that is waiting to boil over. Mon is still fingering his sopping wet ass and Jim reaches down to stroke a nipple.
"MMM", Mon groans as he begins to finger furiously. Jim pulls Mon up and gently lays him down on the table, head first. He climbs up over him and spreads his legs wide and hunkers down to bury his face in his hard on cock, Mon yelps as he bites on his balls and, reaching up, pulls his cock down to his mouth.
In no time at all, Mon's legs are wrapped around Jim's neck and he is cumming in his face.
"Uhn uhn uhn, ooh yesss." He cries as he is cumming. All of a sudden, he feels Jim's body stiffen and his loud moan as shot after shot of salty hot sperm is sent down the back of his throat. He swallows the whole load. It is delicious. After the erotic sexcapade, Jim paid for his meal and of course gave Mon a big tip. He said he''come back often at the same time to have sex with Mon again.