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"Order Up" Chapter 3
Walter had a quicker step the next morning on his walk to work. The sensation in his ass ring was all but gone. He was tempted to go into the back room when he got to the diner and refresh the sensation so he could feel it all day but thought better of the idea. He knew that old man Herndon had cameras all over the place and he was not sure where all they were.
"Damn boy. Do I need to go catch the chicken and squeeze a couple of eggs out her ass to get my eggs ?" Lizzie called from the window snapping Walter out of his daze. "What eggs ?" Walter said. Lizzie pulled the order off the wheel. "Damn I guess I have been around Charlotte too long. I need two eggs over easy and in a rush." Lizzie said. "Poor chicken." Walter laughed. "What did you say ?" Lizzie asked. "Just imagining you chasing a chicken around the yard and catching it to squeeze out two eggs." Walter laughed. "Well imagine while you cook my damn eggs." Lizzie growled.
It was Friday so the lunch rush was even busier. The farm take out orders were ready when they came to pick them up. "Thank you Walter. You have done us real good this week so I added a little more to your tip. Yours too girls." Mr. Hinson called out. "Thank you Mr. Hinson. I hope you and yours have a great weekend." Walter called out. Mr. Herndon was always there to take the money and tip money from Mr. Hinson. "Thought you were gonna get yourself fired there for a minute." Mr. Herndon said as he passed the kitchen. "How is that ?" Walter said. "Cook don't get tips so keep your damn mouth shut." Mr. Herndon said before slamming the office door.
Walter took his seat on his crate for his smoke break. "Harder, please, harder. Fuck me harder." Walter heard coming from across the alley. The urge was too strong not to try to peak. Walter moved over and peaked through the blinds. His cock jumped at what he saw. On the other side of the room was a full naked Luke with a smaller boy pressed against the wall. "Man that has to feel good." Walter thought. He watched as Luke was power fucking into the shorter boy bringing the boy to his tip toes every time he landed balls deep. "Yeah boy I am going to plant some of the special Hinson seed deep inside that cute ass. " Luke said. A couple of minutes later Walter watched as Luke wrapped his arms around the shorter boys waist and lifted him off the floor as he balanced him on his erupting cock.
Walter drooled at the body he saw fucking the smaller boy. Quickly making his way back to his crate the boy came out the door and as just as the other, never knew Walter was there. This time Luke came to the door still naked. Walter almost choked when he saw the semi hard cock still dripping fluid. "Like what you saw ?" Luke said. "What do you mean ?" Walter said. "Don't tell me I left the blinds open more for no reason." Luke said. "Sorry about that. I should not have looked." Walter said. "Oh hell. I need to go in the diner before I come out here. Knowing you were watching made me shoot even harder." Luke said.
Luke walked back into the office and came back and stood in the door as he dressed. "Heard you were walking down the road last night." Luke said. "I walk down the road every day." Walter said. "Yeah about that. Dad has been adding extra tip money for you for a couple of weeks. We hoped you would use it for gas and start driving to work." Luke said. "Thank your Dad for me but I don't get the money." Walter said. "Do what ?" Luke said stopping in mid dress to look at Walter. "Old man Herndon said the cook don't get tips. He puts that money in his porn fund." Walter said. "Do the girls get theirs ?" Luke asked. "Yeah. Lizzie would string that old man up on the courthouse square by his balls if he took her money." Walter laughed.
"Well I will get that fixed." Luke said. "Please don't. Don't mention it to your Dad. It is tough enough around here as it is. Your Dad find out and It will be even worse or I will loose my job." Walter said. "We wondered why you worked as many hours as you work. You should get a good check." Luke said. Walter reached into the pouch of his apron and pulled out his pay check. Luke was still barefoot when he walked over and looked at the paper. "Fuck man. How many hours did you work ?" Luke asked. "Seventy four." Walter said. "What the fuck ? Something is wrong. This check is only for sixty four dollars and twenty cents." Luke said. "Well after he deducts all the fees he wants such as customers meals, my rent and utilities that's all that's left. "Customer's meals ?" Luke asked. "He watches the camera. If I give you too many fries in his opinion he charges me for your entire meal." Walter said. "I will fix this shit right now." Luke said.
"Please don't. I will loose my job and that is all I have." Walter said. "What about your family ?" Luke said. "Haven't heard from them in twelve years and all they wanted was money." Walter said. "Shit Bro. I will give you a job doing something." Luke said. "No you won't. I am use to it and I do just fine." Walter said. "No fucking wonder you walk everywhere." Luke said. "Gives me something to do plus I enjoy seeing the customers come in. Let's me be around people." Walter said. "Well I tell you what. If you are interested I need someone to clean this little "office" of mine a couple of times a week. I will be glad to pay you if you want the job." Luke said. "I don't need charity." Walter said. "Hell that ain't charity. I need someone that will clean it and not tell the whole town how much cum they have to clean up." Luke said.
"I will clean it for you but no need to pay me." Walter said. "Oh no I will pay. Plus if you ever want the fringe benefits of the other employees just let me know. I will be glad to spread that ass across the desk and fuck the hell out of it." Luke said groping his package. "I think you already have a line long enough to keep you busy." Walter said laughing. "Up to you. I have some of the boys that pay the others to take their turn on this dick." Luke said. "I am sure they do. If I were younger and smaller I would probably pay too." Walter said and smiled.
"Damn Walter you are a handsome guy. You should be able to get all the dick you want. I usually go for younger but I would have a good time with that ass." Luke said. "You are kind Luke but you have your dance card full." Walter said. "Well you need to pull Brody out of that booth one day, snatch his pants down and ride that fat cock. I am sure you both would be much happier." Luke said. "Oh I am sure that as hot as Brody is that if he wants to play in the man pond he gets all he wants." Walter said. "Just sayin'. You need to climb on top of that and make it yours." Luke said. "You are a kind man Luke Hinson but I need to get back to work before I get even more deducted from my check." Walter said. "Offer still stands to clean my office." Luke said as he pulled on his socks. "I'll do it and you don't have to pay." Walter said as he got up and headed back in.
Walter smiled for the next two hours. Just seeing Luke Hinson naked sent shivers down his spine. "Order in" Charlotte called out. "Bar b que plate." She called out. "Damn Charlotte, Bar b que was Wednesday." Walter said as he walked to the window. His heart stopped again as he saw Brody setting at the booth. Apparently it was his day off since he was not wearing his uniform. Walter took a deep breath and adjusted his cock so that it's growing would not show through the apron.
Walter noticed on his way out that Charlotte had delivered a cup of coffee to the table. Stopping at the waitress station Walter fixed a glass of iced tea and carried it as he went. "I'm sorry that you seem to always get Charlotte." Walter said. "I don't mind. I doubt too many customers get special service from the cook." Brody said. Walter was speechless for a second. "Was that a flirt ?" He thought. His other issue was that the object of his shower sex scene sat in the both right in front of him.
Walter quickly took in the scene. Brody was wearing a v neck t shirt that was at least one size too small. It hugged his body tighter than a glove. The light brown hair from his chest rode above the V and the shirt did nothing to hide the two perky nipples that seemed semi hard already. Looking down Walter could see the powerful hairy legs that seemed to go on forever from the him of the denim shorts. "Um... Uh ,,, uh Charlotte said bar b que. That was Wednesday. What can I get for you ?" Mark asked. "I asked for the pork steak but what do you recommend ?" Brody asked. "My ass spread eagle." Walter thought. "Well I would recommend the country fried steak instead." Walter said. "Country fried steak it is then." Brody said looking up with the sexiest smile Walter had ever seen. "ORDER IN." Lizzie shouted bringing Walter back to his senses. "Be out shortly. Sorry about Charlotte." Walter said and quickly headed back to the kitchen.
Walter took every chance he could to glance through the window while he prepared the food. Mr. Herndon had insisted on buying a water mix gravy to serve with the meals but Walter quickly dipped some oil from the fryer. He put the pan on a hot flame with some flour. Once he had the flour toasted he added some hot water and whisk the mixture until it was smooth. As the steak fried he let the home made gravy cook down. Country fried steak, mashed potatoes with home made gravy, green beans and cream corn. "ORDER UP CHARLOTTE." Walter called out. As per usual Charlotte was at a table reading them the well worn casting call ad. Walter took a deep breath and walked around to get the plate. Taking a pitcher of tea with him he took the hot plate to Brody's table. "I hope you enjoy. Sorry it took so long. " Walter said. "No complaint here. I like the service the cook gives better." Brody said and winked. "WHERE'S MY DAMN FOOD ?" Lizzie shouted. "Hold your horses. If Charlotte did her job you would have your food." Walter called back. "CHARLOTTE, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE." Lizzie shouted.
"We need ice." Lizzie shouted through the window. "Be right there." Walter called out. Walter back his way out of the kitchen with a large bucket of ice. Brody was at the counter to pay for his meal. Charlotte had pulled him to the side to see if he may have any connections with the theater group having the casting call. "You know officer if I knew these people all I would have to do is call and tell them I would take the lead role." Charlotte was saying. "Coming through." Walter called out. Charlotte paid no attention. As the double doors opened one of the doors bumped Charlotte. "YOU BASTARD." she screamed and slammed the door back into Walter causing him to loose his balance and drop the bucket of ice.
Brody saw Walter stumble trying to both keep his balance and hold onto the ice. Quickly he reached out and wrapped his hands around Walter's waist and pulled him back against him. Walter felt a shock of electricity go through his body. It seemed that all time stood still. With his back pressed to Brody's chest he could feel the man's chest move up and down with every breath. Walter wanted to melt into the floor. Brody kept a tight grip on Walter holding his back to his chest. Walter caught his breath but when he moved again he stopped cold. "Is that what I think it is ?" Walter thought. A deep breath gave his body enough movement to realize in fact it was. How could he be so lucky. Brody Harbin had his tight package pressed into the crack of Walter's ass. About that time the double doors opened again quickly and Brody pulled Walter back tight against him.
"What's going on out here. Oh I am so sorry Officer Harbin. Your meal is on the house. Walter is so clumsy he can pay for it today." Mr. Herndon said. "It wasn't Walter. He called out he was coming through the door but Charlotte would not move. He bumped her and she hit him with the door." Brody said. Walter really wanted to melt into the floor at that point. "Well I am so sorry." Mr. Herndon said. "You always blame me. Every body takes his side over mine. It's not fair." Charlotte said and began to cry. "Clean up this mess Walter and be more careful next time. Charlotte go outside and take a break." Mr. Herndon said. "Are you alright Walter ?" Brody whispered into his ear. All Walter could do was nod, yes.
The fallen ice was quickly cleaned up. Not much had escaped. "Boy I thought I said we needed ice." Lizzie shouted. Walter took the bucket with the remaining ice and quickly dumped it in the waitress station while Mr. Herndon talked to Brody. Quickly back in the kitchen Walter should have been happy and want to celebrate but all he wanted to do was throw up. "You big fucking idiot. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of the hottest man that ever lived." Walter thought. He really wanted to cry but figured he had the long walk home to do that.
Brody noticed a piece of paper that had apparently fallen during the altercation. Picking it up he opened it to see that it was Walter's pay check. Starting back towards the kitchen he changed his mind and placed the check in his pocket. He had saw the figure on it and thought he had to be reading it wrong. Outside he clicked the button to unlock his F150 crew cab truck when he heard the rumble of a diesel engine come up behind him. "What's up Brody ? I thought you left town on your days off. Guess you are up here checking out the scenery." Luke laughed. "We need to talk." Brody said. "Ah hell. What have I done now ?" Luke asked. "Nothing yet but I am sure I can make up a few things." Brody laughed. "So what's up ?" Luke asked. "Walter." Brody said. "Hop in. We can talk while I run out and check a field." Luke said. Moments later Brody was buckled in the passenger seat of the truck and the two men pulled out onto the main street.
Once out of town Brody pulled the pay check out of his pocket. "Where did you get that ?" Luke asked. Brody told him about the altercation in the diner and that this had fallen out of Walter's pocket. "Did you cop a feel of those amazing ass cheeks ?" Luke asked. "No. But they are amazing. They felt hard as a rock." Brody said. "Well the guy walks at least six miles a day and is on his feet all day. I bet he could wrap those legs around you and squeeze all that cop cum out of you." Luke laughed. "Do you ever think about anything other than ass ?" Brody laughed. "Have been known to like to suck a few cocks in my day. " Luke said. "Back to the main subject." Brody laughed.
Luke told him all that he knew about Walter. He knew that Walter had lived there and worked at the diner for fourteen years but was still considered an outsider. In some small southern communities you can live there for seventy years but if you were not born there you are always an outsider. "He is always there. Why would his check be so small ?" Brody asked. Luke told him of the earlier conversation with Walter. He also told Brody the reason he ended up working there was that the Mayor made him pay for the damage to Old lady Mitchell's car when every one in town knew she hit his truck. Half the town saw it happen but since Walter was an outsider he had to repair her car and also his truck.
"If he has a truck why does he walk to work every day ?" Brody asked. "If you only brought home sixty dollars a week could you afford gas to get to work ?" Luke asked. "Good point." Brody said. "How can I help him ?" Brody asked. "Don't." Luke said. "What do you mean ?" Brody asked. "Don't help him. Walter is a very proud man. Any help he will feel is charity and he will go into hiding." Luke said. "You think so ?" Brody asked. "If you want to get to know him better don't try to help. If you do you will loose him forever." Luke said.