"I am counting on you to all be pleasant and friendly to anyone who comes in the door." he was saying. "James, I am putting you on the cash register to take the orders and their money. Be kind and pleasant especially, as you are the face of the restaurant."
"I will, Papa." Jamie answered. At the age of thirteen, he felt a great pride in being this important to his father's restaurant. He was a lad on the cusp of puberty, his voice was still clear and only broke rarely as voices do in young boys at his age, and he was five feet three inches tall, and only three inches shorter than his father. He and his younger brothers were "three of a kind" with the round, cutely jovial face that their father held in his lined but kindly countenance.
"David, I shall want you to be the one who picks up the orders and takes them to the proper tables. You shall show the people to their seats and mark who they are so that when their food is ready, you can deliver it to them promptly and cleanly. Provide them with plates and napkins and silverware beforehand as well."
"Yes, Papa." Davie answered. He was a close copy to his father and older brother, a slim but budding child of ten, he was almost as tall as his brother, being four foot ten inches tall and his eyes were a clearer shade of blue. His cheeks were rosy and when he smiled, it was like the cartoon images of the sun beaming down on the happy spring day.
"Oliver, you will go through and keep the booths and tables and floors and chairs clean, picking up napkins and carrying the dirty dishes to the sink and putting them in the water. The water must be drained and replaced every half hour, we don't want to wash dishes with dirty water."
"I can do it, Papa." Ollie was insanely proud that he was a part of this group, entrusted just as much as his brothers in the newly opening restaurant. Their proud banner "Now Open" was declaring that this day was their most important day ever, and the family's business depended upon him. He was a tender six years old and substantially shorter than his brothers, a mere three feet tall, he had yet to experience the growth spurt the older boys were enjoying. But he was a sturdy tumblebug of a child and was eager to show that he could work as well as his brothers.
"All of you must help with washing the dishes and keeping me supplied with the tools I need to use and re-use and make the customers happy." Giorgo went on. "I shall be in the back room kitchen and unable to watch you, so I need you to watch each other and help each other." He sent his gaze over his three sons. "I am depending on you, the entire family is. So help each other, don't fight and don't dump your duties on the others. Help each other." he reiterated.
"We understand, Papa." Jamie said. "I'll watch them and help them."
"And we'll help Jamie." Davie added.
"Yeah." Ollie put in, determined to be a part of it.
"Very good. We shall see how the day goes. Jamie, open the front door. I believe we have customers walking our way right now."
It was ten a.m. and the first day of business for "Sweet Cheeks" Italian Restaurant. Located on a fairly busy street which faced on the pier, so that the view out their window showed a grayed but visible view of the ocean and the beach with all the colorful sails of the boats and larger ships which quayed and discharged their cargo to be stored in warehouses a bare two blocks away. Giorgio's hope was these dockhands and sailors would come to his restaurant for their meals.
Giorgio gave each of his children a hasty hug and moved to the back room/kitchen to begin the work of preparing the meals. This would conceal him entirely from the dining area, there was a barrel-like "dumb waiter" that divided the two rooms, Giorgio would put the food on the cabinet and there was a half-cylinder that he could rotate, this would conceal him from the front room but expose the food to let Davie pick up the plate. This kept the restaurant dining area free of the less pleasant smells of uncooked meat and pasta but fill the area with the aroma of the fully cooked food, a definite plus to Giorgio. The menu was behind Jamie's counter with the cash register and the customers could order and go to the table, David would deliver the plates of food and Ollie would police up after they were done.
The restaurant was named "Sweet Cheeks," which was and wasn't the family's last name, they had gone through Ellis Island in the 19th Century and their name had been (playfully or maliciously) changed by an Italian-speaking clerk into Guandolci, which is literally, in Italian "Sweet Cheeks." Rather than fighting this name, Giorgio's grandfather had embraced it, they were the rosy-cheeked "Sweet Cheeks" to all and sundry of the Italian-speaking friends, and Giorgio's father and now he and his sons were carrying the name with pride. Their sign in front showed the name and a chef holding a platter of spaghetti over his head with his cheeks glowing like Santa Claus. They were the Sweet Cheeks.
The customers came slowly but steadily after opening. The tables and booths were kept about half full through the lunch-hour time of 10:00am until 2:00pm, then the flow slowed until only two or three tables/booths were occupied, often by lone diners. The boys were quick and kept the dining area spotless so much that their father began to check on them less and less. "Good boys, very good boys." he summarized. From then on, he left them to the front and merely called out to them if he needed something from one of them.
The boys had their own meals, and Davie worked the register for two customers and Ollie proudly carried them their plates while Jamie ate, and then Jamie and Ollie held the fort and then Ollie at last had his own meal. The boys were mostly free to relax and play a few board games until the diners began to arrive anew at around five thirty in the afternoon.
As the afternoon turned to evening and the outside light had to be replaced by the lower interior lights, the restaurant took on a new glow. Instead of being a shirt-sleeves food place, it was almost romantic, though their clientele was uniformly the young burly men with large muscles and easy smiles usually enhanced by their indulgence in alcohol earlier before their stomachs rumbled enough to send them in search of food and they were drawn by the rosy-cheeked chef sign to the Sweet Cheeks restaurant.
Davie had a client, a single man with long, brawny legs splayed out as he lounged in his seat, the hindmost table of the three, and Davie brought the man the platter of spaghetti and a basket of bread. As he laid them on the table, the man dropped his cloth napkin on the floor. "Oops." he said, not in surprise or dismay, but the plain unadorned word. "Dropped it."
"I'll get it, sir." Davie said and he stooped to pick up the napkin.
As he did, the man put out his hand and gripped Davie's right buttock and gave it a quick squeeze! It wasn't hard and it didn't hurt but it did surprise him. "Awp!" Davie called out.
Ollie had seen it and he giggled as did the four other men in the restaurant at the time, another singleton at the foremost table and two men in the central booth. "He got you!" Ollie called to his brother.
Davie turned and seeing the grinning man, he just grinned back. "You got me, all right." he told the man. "That was naughty."
"Well, I'm a naughty man." the man replied.
"And I'm a naughty boy." Davie retorted. He slapped the man (not hard) across the face with the napkin and placed it on the man's lap. His hand happened to touch the man's crotch and the man gave a quick buck to press his dong encased inside his jeans against Davie's hand. Davie giggled and turned to go, the man's hand caressing his buttock as he did so, Davie just wriggled it in response and kept going.
Ollie was next to the men in the middle booth who saw all this. "Your brother is a hot property, isn't he?" the man on the left said, he was a red-haired, lightly freckled man with a burly frame as were all the others.
"Maybe." Ollie said. "I'm hotter." He had no idea what this meant but wasn't playing second fiddle to his brother!
"Really?" the man to his right asked. His hair was a curly brown and he was deeply suntanned by his outdoor daily labors. "Turn around and bend over for me and I'll see about that."
Ollie happily complied and the man rubbed his little buttocks for a while. Olllie then turned and the man on the left gave him the same treatment.
"How did that feel?" the right-hand man asked.
"It felt neat." Ollie said. "I liked it."
"Yeah, you're hotter than your brother." the man agreed. Ollie beamed and went to get the mop to clean the floors again.
The man in the far corner table had finished his meal. Ollie went to the table to police it up and stopped in his tracks. The man had left a ten-dollar bill at his plate. "Hey, Davie!" he called to his brother and showed him the bill.
"I guess he liked my service." Davie said. "Put it in the tip jar." The boys had agreed to a single jar for all tips and they would share it out fairly at the end of their shift. Their father had agreed to this, he felt the boys deserved to keep all their tips for their work in his restaurant. His money would come from the sale of food and drink. He was hoping to get a liquor license one day, but his underaged children in the restaurant working made that tough.
When Ollie policed the booth table, there was a twenty-dollar tip waiting. Even the man in the other table who had groped neither of them left a five.
"This is so cool." Davie pronounced.
"Keep it up." Jamie declared. He resolved to do what he could to aid in this newfound source of revenue. He had some ideas.
The next customers were a cluster of six men, and they pushed the three tables together to sit as a group. Jamie saw his chance. When their order of two pizzas (one pepperoni and one sausage) came up, he let Davie carry the pepperoni out but himself took out the sausage one. As Davie laid the pepperoni one on the table, Jamie said, "Looks like this pizza needs a bit more sausage on it. Let me take care of that."
Jamie's body as he had grown had shown a recent rather extraordinary attribute, he already was boasting a cock that was nine inches long and its true length was still developing. He had surreptitiously taken his cock out of his trousers, it being concealed behind the apron, and and it was now hard with his excitement of his plans. He tugged the apron away from his midriff, and put the pizza down below his balls so the men could see his cock sticking out and he dragged the dong along the edge of the pizza, rotating it as he held it and the men saw it and cooed in their delight at this. "Now it's flavored with extra sausage." Jamie declared.
Davie wasn't to be outdone, he hastily took his own cock out and revealed it, and while it was still in the "baby" stage, he had two inches of now-stiff pud and he rubbed that around the crust of the pepperoni pizza. "There, now this one has some sausage on it, too."
"More like a cocktail wienie." Jamie retorted and the men laughed.
"Hey, I happen to like cocktail wienies." one man declared. He lifted up a slice of the pepperoni pizza. "Give me a little extra on this one.
Davie happily obliged and the man let the boy drag his little dong all along the cheese and pepperoni, a bit of the cheese clung to his cock and the man lifted it off and slapped it on top, took a big bite, and chewed it blissfully.
"Mmm, that's the ticket." the man said. "Nice flavor of hot little boy dick."
Jamie felt a man's hand on his ass and he quickly bent his buttocks back and wriggled it for the man. "Mmm, that's getting me even harder." he said.
Ollie wanted in on it. "He can get it even harder." he proclaimed. "I've watched him jerking it at night."
The men laughed and Jamie, seeing their pleasure, said, "It'll get even harder if my little brother will play with it for me."
"Sure!" Ollie was eager for this and he was quick to kneel in front of his oldest brother and grip the dong and begin to whomp on it.
"Oh, man, oh, man, this is so hot. Primo entertainment!" one man moaned as he watched the proceedings.
Davie stepped closer and began to jerk his own pud as he watched his brothers. "Yeah, that's nice, he needs to play with mine when he's done with Jamie."
"Ooh, yeah, play with them both, kid." another man called.
The older brothers were side by side with Ollie in the middle and they let the men get a full-view of their dicks being pumped by their little brother. David was first, he groaned and writhed as his little cock played an musical climax into his brain. "Oh, oh, that's good, so good, Ollie, you jerk cock better than anyone!"
Jamie was in a more intense mode as his body had begun to develop. He began to moan and groan and the men with the sausage pizza were quick to push the platter of it out in front of the boy. Jamie gave a long, loud moan and the boy's jizz squirted out to land all over one portion of the sausage pizza, three of the slices were thus adorned, and the men squabbled for the right for those slices. Davie was envious as hell but he couldn't do anything about it and he felt a hand touch his buttocks, he was quick to give the man a wriggle that was his very best. A second man groped his crotch and he let the man rub his re-covered cock in his pants all the man wanted.
Jamie waved and the boys retreated to let the men enjoy their meal and the men were jabbering excitedly with what they had just seen.
The tip at that table was sixty dollars, ten from each of the six men, it looked like. Jamie beamed as he added the money to their tip jar. The job was really looking up and he wanted to talk with his brothers on what they could do to keep the money coming.
They had several groups of families with children come in next, and the boys wisely decided to wait until they had only men in the restaurant to try anything else.
They were kept very busy from 7:00pm until 8:30pm, then the crowds changed and soon they had all tables filled with men only, and the word seemed to have gotten around for both Ollie and Davie found their rounds were a constant stream of men's hands out to play with and touch their round boyish buttocks, which they were quick to wriggle, and play with the boy's crotch which the boys wisely ground against the man's hand and moaned for them.
Once the men had all been served and were eating, he judged it was time to give these men a real show.
The restaurant their father had bought had in its storage area a small stage-like table, a square some three feet high and three-by-three feet on top, the top was smooth and polished wood, it would be perfect for what Jamie had decided upon.
He had one of the pre-prepared packets of bread dough his father had prepared and he laid it out on the table. The men were aware of this restaurant's new side-trade and the men watched. Ollie and Davie moved between the middle and the men's hands were busily giving the young buttocks plenty of attention as they waited for the main event.
The three boys came to the front as the men watched, eating and wondering what these boys had planned. Jamie opened the packet of bread dough and pinched it into three portions, saving the biggest for himself, but giving David and Ollie their shares.
The boys then pulled their aprons and pants off, and were soon naked from the waists to the shoes they still wore. As the men watched, groaning and rubbing themselves, the boys proceeded to turn their backs to the crowds and their young buttocks pressed into the bread dough. The boys began to wriggle their bodies back and forth, rolling and pressing the bread dough. Pausing now and then to pull the spread out dough back into a ball, they "kneaded the bread" with their buttocks. As the men applauded, they turned around and worked the dough into rolls. Jamie had made a single large round loaf, Davie did a set of three small oblong rolls, and Ollie made a set of six bread sticks with his dough. They "topped" the bread dough with melted butter which they spread with their dicks, and Jamie added his young jizz in a spray over the entire amount as a "climax" which gained plenty of applause. Davie and Ollie watched and played with themselves as he did so, a three-boy jerk show.
Jamie took the bread shaped to the back room (after clothing himself again of course) and his father obligingly put the bread into the oven to cook. Outside, he announced that the bread would be ready shortly and they could help themselves to it. He didn't ask a price, but left the tip jar (with just a few dollars in it) out when he set out the bread for the men to take.
The bread was soon gone and the tip jar was nicely full. Jamie set this jar aside (they had three) and when the restaurant closed for the night at nine o'clock, he counted it all out. Their "special bread" had earned them the amount of $125.00. Added to the other tips they had gained (every man who groped them usually left a few dollars, most making it a five or ten) some $320.00 for the night.
Giorgio came out and said, "Well, boys, our first night is now done. The amount of money we brought in, Jamie?"
Jamie had counted the money while David and Ollie had helped Dad clean the kitchen area. "You earned $872.48." he told his father.
"A good first day." Giorgio said. "And you boys made tips, as well, I hope."
"We made lots of tips." Jamie said. "Everyone loves having boys wait on their tables."
"They were all very friendly." Davie agreed. "It was fun, too."
"Yeah, let's do it all again tomorrow!" Ollie cheered.
Giorgio beamed at his boys. "We are doing very well." he said. "Our restaurant will be the talk of the town before long, I hope."
Jamie said, "I know the word is already getting around. For a good time, come to the Sweet Cheeks Restaurant. Our sweet cheeks are the best."
"The very best." Ollie agreed.
"Good boys." Giorgio said. "Let's get to bed. Tomorrow is another day. With a lot more to come."
"And come and come." Davie said, looking at Jamie, who grinned and nodded. It was a good day of work for these three Sweet Cheek boys.
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