All I was looking for when I left the hotel that morning was a decent place to get a quick breakfast. But I wandered for nearly half an hour seeing only greasy dives and cafes that closed until noon. Then up a side street in a fairly upscale section of town, I spotted the awning with the words Chez Coq. And on the door in clear block letters, Open for Breakfast. Perfect, I thought and ventured inside. The first thing I noticed was that the place appeared empty. Not a good sign. However, it was well-attired with chandeliers, mirrored walls, carpeting, and plush cushioned chairs. I seated myself at a side table, draped in a clean, ironed linen cloth . The only articles on the table were a crystal bud vase with a single live rose and a water glass already filled as if I had been expected. I took a sip to wet my lips and found it to be fresh, cold and slightly lemon flavored. As I drank, I realized someone was standing beside my table. “Good morning, sir. I am your waiter Randy and I shall be serving you this morning.” I looked up and sputtered the water in my mouth. Before me stood one handsome hunk of flesh, attired only in a red bow tie, white collar, and white cuffs on my wrists. “I shall do all I can to make your meal satisfactory, sir, so do not hesitate to state your special requests.” Randy had dark wavy hair neatly cut, deep blue eyes, a small nose, and square jaw. His slight grin produced two dimples. His shoulders and upper arms bore witness to regular exercise. His abs rippled below a chest with two hard tits. And his shaft! Well, more about that later. I regained my composure somewhat, but felt a definite bulge in my gray flannel trousers. Randy continued, “Your breakfast this morning consists of several courses which I shall describe.” He had my full attention. “The first is the Sweet Buns course. This course consists of two warm firm sweet aromatic buns. As the buns are spread however, you will observe that they frame the tiny hole of mini-bagel. You realize, sir, that in an establishment such as ours, presentation is everything.” With those words, Randy removed the vase and the water glass and replaced them with two bowls, one filled with jelly, the other with cream cheese. Then he proceeded to lay face-up on the table with his legs on either side of me. As I sat there with my jaw hanging, and my manhood rising, he pulled his knees back behind his elbows. Then with those white-cuffed hands, he spread his buns apart to give me full access to his tiny hole. “Enjoy this course, sir,” Randy said. A little kinky, I thought, but what the Hell. I dipped my forefinger in the Cream Cheese, spread it around on his ‘bagel,’ added some jelly with my middle finger, and then bent down and licked his hole for all its worth. I licked off every morsel of jelly and cream cheese, and continued, probing his hole deep with my tongue. My fingers, still sticky with the spreads, were wrestling with my zipper and I was finally able to free my growing cock from its flannel enclosure. I was nearly delirious, so I pulled back and breathed a heavy sigh. Randy nimbly climbed off the table and stood once more at my side. “Are you ready for the Orange Juice Course, sir?” I nodded. I didn’t need to wait long to see how this would be presented. Randy removed the two bowls and replaced them with a fine crystal stemmed goblet, which must have matched the earlier water glass. But this glass was empty. “This course consists of a serving of the finest fresh squeezed recycled orange juice you have ever tasted, rich in flavor and healthy vitamins. This nectar, the first juice of the day, has a pure golden color with no creamy impurities. We shall save the cream for a later course.” I detected a wink accompanying the last sentence. Then Randy knelt on the table before me and said I could squeeze the golden juice out myself. “Some patrons prefer to squeeze it into the crystal glassware provided. Others prefer to drink it directly from the spigot. How do you prefer it, sir?” I had never been much into water sports, but Randy made it all so tempting. I handed him the glass which he held to his ‘spigot.’ He motioned that I should stroke him, so I let my thumb and forefinger slowly trace his long shaft. Soon, the bright yellow juice was filling the cup. But Randy, expert that he is, stopped the flow just a half inch below the rim. He then handed me the cup, and I took a sip. It was warm and pungent, quite intoxicating. I closed my eyes and indulged myself. I drank the glass dry, and licked the last drops from my lips. My dick was oozing something fierce by now. I figured if Randy was bare assed, why should I keep my pants on. So as he removed both the empty goblet and himself from the table, I stood, undid my belt and let the pants fall to the floor with my briefs. Randy smiled. “The next course, sir, is our signature dish here at Chez Coq. It is called, “Sausage and Walnuts.” A large meaty sausage served hot atop two delicious walnuts. A tasty combination that you will really sink your teeth into.” You realize by now that I was not surprised when Randy sat directly in front of me, his legs dangling off the table one on either side of me. (However, that was all that was dangling!) “You may tackle the ingredients any way you please,” he explained. “Some patrons prefer to nibble on the nuts a while first, but most can't wait to start sampling the sausage itself. You will find it chewy and quite juicy. Enjoy it, sir, but be careful for this dish is hot.” Of course, this was the course I had been waiting for. Ever since I first saw Randy, I couldn’t keep my eyes off that ‘sausage.’ It was perfectly straight, long, cut and totally clean shaven. I kicked the chair out from under me and crouched down and went to work on his meat. I ate it voraciously. I took his helmet in my teeth, then jerked my mouth down to his ‘walnuts,’ then chewed up and down his shaft. I was wild. One of my hands squeezed his nuts while the other one squeezed my own. Randy sighed great sighs obviously pleased that I was enjoying this course so much. I was ravenous, but at that moment, Randy quietly placed his hand under my chin and lifted my face up. With those deep blue eyes staring at me, he whispered, “As I promised earlier, I have saved my own special rich sweet cream for the final coffee course. Thanks to you, sir, the spouting fountain now has an ample supply of cream, so do not be stingy with it. Rather than pouring it into the coffee however, most patrons enjoy drinking this cream straight, savoring each successive mouthful.” He then asked me to decide upon the presentation. “Tell me how to position myself, sir, to give you the best access to this delicious cream fountain.” I stood up, and told him to lay back on the table. Now in the center of that linen cloth instead of a narrow bud vase, there stood his beautiful thick fountain. I bent over him, again got my mouth into position, and when he knew I was ready, he let that geyser erupt. My mouth filled with his delicious cream, but no sooner had I swallowed than the next eruption occurred. Wave after wave of warm, sweet cream drenched my throat. All previous courses had been mere foreplay building to this moment. I was in ecstasy. The cream eventually did stop flowing. Randy arose once again as I stood up. We both gazed down at my dick, ramrod hard and oozing. “I have found it a genuine pleasure,” he said, “to have been of service to you this morning. Yes, a genuine pleasure. I hope you have found my service worthy of an appropriate gratuity.” At first I wasn’t sure what kind of tip would be appropriate. But Randy made it clear soon enough. He turned his ass toward me, bent down low, and again with his white-cuffed hands spread those buns. “You may place your tip here, sir.” I positioned my wet dick cap against his hole and pushed it around to moisten it. Randy let go of his cheeks, and grabbing the edge of the table, pushed himself back on to my dick. It went right into him. He moaned. I pulled and pushed it in and out several times, and then rammed it hard as far as it would go. My own ‘walnuts’ were pressed against those sweet buns I has tasted earlier. My dick was throbbing and soon let loose with a huge ‘gratuity.’ When it was fully deposited in his account, I pulled back, and Randy stood up. He had retrieved my pants while he was bent over and now helped me slip them on again. And he handed me a warm moistened towel so I could ‘freshen up’ a little. “That was a most generous tip, sir. I thank you.” He walked me to the door and said he looked forward to serving me again at Chez Coq. But, you know, the strangest thing, I was never able to locate that side street again.
