Short Order Cook
When the timer went off, the meatloaf was ready.
The cook, was not.
On the back dock, killing a cigarette, while having his dick sucked, was the highlight of his week.
[He toyed with the idea of leaving it all hanging out, under his apron, for the rest of the day.]
He doesn't take long, the usual "10 minutes of silence" joke and all.
Hell, he even likes the neighborhood fella, that drops by a few times a week, to clean the alley, and take home the 'just out of date' food stock, that sucks a little dick sometimes..
Even Chef Ron, wouldn't turn that other stuff over to the ESP Peacy A.
But, more than that, Allen, liked that the blowjobs are freely given, and he gets one or two a week from, Taylor.
The noon waitress was peeking into the pass-thru, and he knew she'd be coming out back in just another minute, that bitch.
He dated her once back in High School, and she blabbed to the whole school he pulled out his dick and it was small.
[Sure, it's smaller than a typical dildo, let alone Giant, but, it's actually average...boy wait 'til she dates, Tanner! Talk about a little smokie!
But, Allen had to hurry and cum, before the waitress came out.
Taylor instinctively knew to yank on 'the swinging ' pair with all that hair.'
Allen's rocket shot off like a, well, ...a rocket.
Taylor, tasting the cum, backed off, and silently walked down the alley. Holding the flavor, to savor, until the next guy that acts like a neighbor.
Allen flopped down the apron, and the creaky door popped open.
Her.
He said, "Alright already! Can't a guy have a cigarette?" [He mashed it out, on the edge of the open door.]
The meatloaf smelled good, too bad the bottom crust was darker than, a bleach-blond's roots! He broke it loose, and slipped the contents, into a new serving pan, and re-seared a lighter crust.
He passed-thru the first serving, and glanced across the small dining room crowd.
His eyes locked onto the lady with the big jugs. Her square-jawed man, got himself one great trophy-babe.
He daydreamed about a 3-way, him eating her until she giggled, and Dick-tray C. could suck his dick while down on all fours.
He casually ran his hand behind his apron.
'Shit, my fly is open!' He thought, then, he just as casually popped out his meat and potatoes special.
He slowly toyed with his exposed dick-meat as he daydreamed.
He normally keeps hygiene, but, fuck it! He wasn't about to stop and wash his hands with every inter-fukkin'-ruption. Horny is horny.
He looked over the crowd, dang! Old Willie's balls are hanging down that leg...he always goes to the "gents'" before trotting off, so when she dropped a check on his table, he took the apron off, and quickly headed to the men's room and got into place.
Soon enough, Willie slid inside the door, saying, "if you're not done soon, ya better slide over some!" Willie unzipped his slacks and popped out his balls, the cook obliged, and slid sideways some, ..Willie's hand held his hose up against his belt buckle behind his palm.
""Git your ass over here Willie..." Willie's stepped near and took a shot sideways into the John. "I don't know why you aren't in depends by now."
Willie's hands were on his hips, "I can still cut off the stream, ya whipper-snapper," sounding older than his upper-50's.
Willie grabbed the cook's nuts playfully. "Now, take it back."
"Alright, ...alright. No depends jokes...sure you can lift all this meat?" The cook asked, as the old man's hand had transitioned from playful grope, to full rolling-the-balls feelzies.
"That tiny thang? Couldn't be more than a mouthful." Willie bent forward, and gave the cook's cock a few puffs. Arising to say, "Yep, about a mouthful."
Then Willie shoved a $20 into the cook's shirt pocket, "best sunny side up in town, Randy."
They washed hands and left around the same time.
Back in the kitchen, Randy slipped on his apron, and, now, fly up, he conducted the afternoon's kitchen, like a pro.
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