They stepped into the diner with Jerry hanging on to Scott's arm. Scott wanted to be the one hanging on, but Jerry had been very insistent post coitus. It did not matter, for Scott felt wonderful having an awesome guy like Jerry around anyway. Standing together, arm in arm, they were proud to be with each other, and happy to be seen by all.

The waitress ushered them to a nearby table, her roller skates scratching the floor as she hurried around in a flurry. Breakfast was one of those busy times after all.

Jerry sat down in the greasy cushioned diner seat opposite Scott, where thousands of people have sat before. He looked at Scott and smiled, Scott looked back catching his smile. The whole room looked at them as they burst out in laughing fits, enjoying the dirty little secret that they shared together.

"What're you eating?" Scott asked as Jerry scanned the menu.

"Hmm, I honestly can't decide now, my mind is filled with thoughts of you," Jerry replied, look at Scott dreamily, "you pick and I'll have what you're having."

Scott's heart melted as the rest of him was set on fire.

"Waitress," he beckoned, "I'll have two plates of scrambled eggs and ham please."

Taking their orders, the stressed looking girl skated off, once again leaving them alone.

"You know," Jerry leant forward, whispering into Scott's ear, "I'd rather have you for breakfast..."

"You already had..." Scott replied, pleased at Jerry's statement.

"No, I mean..." Jerry looked downward, licking his lips.

The realization hit Scott instantly.

"You don't mean..."

"Yes..." Jerry interrupted.

He was already on his way down under the table before Scott could even protest.

If his body was already on fire, he quickly found his dick becoming a towering inferno as Jerry unzipped Scott's jeans, reaching for his hard, throbbing member.

"Jerry what are yo-OHH!"