Act Your Age Ch 15 - The Restaurant

The next morning I awoke to see Mr. Grant on the side of the bed with his back to me.  He was in just a pair of boxers so I could make out every detail of the skin of his back.  I studied the way it clung to his narrow, muscled frame.  I liked the small of his back, the way his rib cage was formed there, his spine.  I got up on my knees and crawled to him, hugged him from behind, pressed my naked body against his skin.  He sighed.

“I think I did the right thing,” he said.

I squeezed him tight and kissed at the back of his ear.  I felt the stress leave him as he relaxed into my body.  He turned his head to me and we kissed for a moment before he stopped and turned his head away.  I went back to his ear where I nipped and licked at it.  My lips were wet so I took advantage of the saliva to move down his neck where I suckled at his flesh before I moved over his shoulder.

Letting him go I kissed between his shoulder blades, moved slowly down his spine until I reached near the middle of his back where I stopped and moved back up.  I kissed again between his shoulders before I moved to his other ear where I nipped and licked.

My dick was hard and I wanted him more than anything else.  I took hold of him again and pulled him onto the bed where I maneuvered him onto his back.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a smile.

His hands went to my sides as we stared each other in the eye.  I knew we both wanted it.  He had denied it for so long, kept me guessing when it would happen.  He pulled his feet onto the bed and I moved over him.  His hard deck tented up against his boxers brushed against my own erect cock.  I lowered myself to his lips but I felt him tense again.  He didn’t like to kiss.

So I went for his neck instead, made a trail of kisses down over his muscled, hairy chest down the waistband of his underwear that I pulled down his thighs, over his knees, and off.  I knew he wanted to fuck me and this might be my only chance.  I ran my fingers and my tongue back up his long legs to his sides, pushed against his dick with my chin so that I could kiss it, ran my tongue down between his balls.  He tasted of soap and light sweat.

I licked up the shaft to the bulbous head as his foreskin had already rolled back.  I took it in my mouth and began to suck.  His hands went to my head, his fingers through my new haircut felt stranger than anyone before him.  The long, thick cock was at its hardest.  I worked it to the back of my mouth, nearly choking myself to cause more spit to form in my mouth, run from my lips.  I was getting him ready.  I pulled off and worked him a little to make sure it was slick.
Sensing that I was about to sit up over him, push myself down, he stopped me as he reached for his dresser drawer.

“It’s okay,” I said.  “I do this all of the time.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” he said.

I looked up to him confused at first and then felt insulted.  I wasn’t a whore, but I also didn’t use protection.  I felt insulted and angry about his comment.  I let go of his dick, stepped off of the bed, then walked away to my dresser drawer.  He got up from the bed, crossed the room, and pressed himself against my backside.  I felt his wet dick covered in my spit and the warmth of his body, the hairs of his chest.

“I’m sorry but it’s true,” he said.  “And I’m just not ready for that, not that way.  I don’t want you to feel you have to do it.  I don’t want to be another notch in your belt.”

He turned me in his arms, kissed me on the lips.  For once I was with someone who didn’t just want to conquer me, use me.  Somehow it felt more dangerous.  How long could it last?  We pulled apart from each other, looked each other in the eye.  It wasn’t over.

“I care for you too,” I said.  “And I still want you to fuck me.  I need something.  I want to feel you inside me.  This isn’t just some notch.  You make me a better person.”

“Not now,” he said.

He ran his finger along my jaw bone before he stepped away from me.  It felt as if some invisible cord ran from his finger back up to my chin.  I bit my lip as I watched him walk away to the bathroom.  Instead of following after him I went to the bed where I lay face down in a pillow to pout about his neglect.  I listened to him in the shower.  I thought about how I had sat in the bathtub after a spanking.  I reached back to my ass, rubbed my bruised, healing skin.  It wasn’t long before he was out of the shower and back in the bedroom with a towel over his shoulder.

“Are you upset with me?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

I tried my best to hide my disappointment but I wasn’t sure that I was convincing.  In fact maybe I wanted him to know I was lying because then he would know he really had hurt my feelings.

“Do you want to see my restaurant?”

I hadn’t expected him to ask but I felt a sudden change in my emotions when he did because though I hadn’t really thought about it I knew it was one step closer to him.  I rolled over on the bed and looked to him.  He smiled back.

“Of course,” I said.

“Get dressed,” he said.  “We’ll get breakfast on the way.”

As embarrassing as the morning had been I managed to forget it once I got to the car.  I was dressed normally, though my briefs felt unusually tight.  I had almost gotten used to the feeling of them as they held everything snug.

We stopped at a coffee shop halfway there.  It was strange to go inside with him.  It felt so normal yet I knew we were together.  I just wasn’t sure how to label it.  Were we lovers?  Were we friends?  Were we good friends?  As we waited in line he asked me what I wanted to drink and I told him.  It felt like a casual topic until we got to the counter and he ordered my coffee for me along with a healthy snack.

When we got our orders he led the way to a table and said he was worried about spilling something in his car.  I let out a nervous laugh until I realized he was serious.  The chair was hard but I could bear it.  There were a few other couples, mostly heterosexual, everyone else was on their way to work or some casual activity.  I could see one person through the window on a laptop.  The sun was over my shoulder and I could hear cars going by on the road nearby.  It was a nice moment that I decided to memorize.

After finishing our snack and coffee we went back to his car.  It was nice to be riding around with someone, especially someone like Mr. Grant, but I couldn’t help but notice that I felt like the passenger.  We got inside and I adjusted myself in the seat before buckling up.  He noticed.

“Still hurts?”

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Good,” he replied with a smile.

I raised an eyebrow to him and he noticed.  He reached over and put his hand on my knee and told me it would get better.  I wasn’t sure if he meant that I would learn to endure the pain or that the spankings would no longer be needed.  I hoped for the latter.

Minutes later we were at his restaurant in the city.  I could tell from the facade that it was an upscale place.  It was an exciting thought to know someone who owned his own restaurant.  I couldn’t help but grin at it as he stood next to me.  He wrapped one arm around my back and ushered me inside with an easy use of his own key.  We stepped inside and I was immediately taken by the coat check area to my left.  He wasn’t as interested as I was and pulled me along inside to the dining area.  It was upscale.  There was a bar along the far wall.  All of the tables and chairs looked like solid wood.  I felt out of place.  It’s emptiness didn’t help and I could tell a few things were out of place, needed work, like the chandeliers.

“We’re going to be fixing this up soon,” he said.  “Come with me and I’ll show you where I’ll be working.”

He led me to the kitchen where he opened the door for me.  I stepped inside and immediately noticed how bare the place was because there were no pots and pans, no dishes, cabinets were missing doors, and the stove was pulled out slightly.  There was a layer of grime on everything, little stains of dirt.

“We’re having the place fumigated soon.  I get to pick out all new kitchenware.”

He was easily the happiest I had ever seen him.  This was his dream.  This was his fantasy and it was right there.  We were standing in it.  I couldn’t help but smile.

“We should take some pictures,” I said, “kind of like a before and after.”

“That’s a good idea.  You should do that.  What’s wrong?”

I moved face to face with him, looked up into his eyes.

“You just look so happy,” I said.  “It’s contagious.”

He kissed me briefly on the lips before he stepped around me and went to the refrigerator.  He opened the door and invited me to look inside which I did.  It was empty, desolate.

As good as I felt there with him I wanted to feel better.  I wanted him to feel better.  I moved to him, kissed him on the lips again as I grabbed for his crotch.  I felt through the fabric to his dick where I took hold and began to work it.  He pulled away slightly but I kept at him by kissing at his neck.  He sighed.  I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt.  He undid my belt buckle, untucked my shirt.  My hands ran over his as I reached for my own buttons which I undid easily as I continued to kiss his skin.

“Wait,” he said.  “The front door is unlocked.”

“So what, we’re closed for business.  We’re spraying for cockroaches.”

I pushed him back against the metal table as I sunk down to my knees.  I undid his belt, opened his pants, pulled them down enough to get at his underwear.  I untucked his dick and balls, kissed at the base where his pubes were.  I could smell soap and sweat again.  I licked along the shaft to the head of his erection.  I wet my lips, wrapped them over my teeth and stuck his dick between them.  I was a few inches down when he took hold of my head.  He ran his fingers through my hair.  I pulled off my shirt and handed it up to him.  He tasted clean as I sucked as hard as I could.  As hard as he felt in my hand his flesh still gave to my mouth, my throat, until I could feel spit running down my chin.

I worked him until my knees got sore.  I worked him until whatever I had been feeling was over, then I worked him some more.  He grunted and moaned with my manipulations.  When he got close I started to pull on his balls to try and make him last longer.  It wasn’t much more to get him over the edge.  He erupted in my mouth, over my tongue, filled my cheeks, and the cum slowly worked down my throat.  I suckled until every last sensation had been drained from him.

“That was so good,” he said.

I looked up to him.

“Thank you sir,” I said.

Afterwards we got dressed, checked each other for any kind of evidence for what we had done and then he put his arm around me as we walked out of the restaurant.  I stopped to lock the door and I looked back at the facade.  Neither of us would think of it the same way and that was a good thing.