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Mr. Wells felt like hell. Per usual. He hadn't bothered to clean up after his last customer. The tofu he prepared was awful. Instead he held onto a mop, using it to support the weight of carrying a small business.
Catching his eye, a small man made his way into the restaurant. Following behind him was a lanky young man.
Mr. Wells had never seen two extremely handsome faces enter his dowdy restaurant before. Wells Diner was not the place for the typical younger crowd. It wasn't the place to be seen or be in. It was mostly treated as the final bar crawl location due to late hours. But he quickly hopped into the role of bus boy.
The two men sat in the middle of his confined cafe. Upon closer inspection, these men were dashingly handsome. The first boy had a blinding smile. His neon jumper clinged to his lithe figure. His dark brown eyes appeared to flash at Mr. Wells. The taller of the two boys looked dazzling. His sapphire eyes were an arresting shade of blue. On his black crewneck, across his chest, read the words Givenchy. A diamond stud earring gleamed in his left earlobe. Their nails painted a colorful red, white, and black.
How odd. The kids' fashion these days were so ahead of his time that it bordered on falling off the spectrum of what he was used to. Everything was so experimental lately. He yearned for the chance to be back in his youth. He'd redo everything correctly. Even this restaurant, which see-sawed with revenue and annual sales. He was bound to go under someday with this business.
"How may I help you two?" The boys acknowledged Mr. Wells with a nod. Their appreciative looks seemed to beam brighter after speaking to them.
"Hey, yeah I need something for my friend here. We don't have a lot of time so anything that can be fixed in a jiffy would be nice." The tall slender man spoke softly.
"Yeah, I'm thinking the lobster rolls sound good with water. I didn't even know this place sold seafood." The younger boy chimed in. His voice being much softer, delicate, than the other man.
"Of course, I usually import from the Montgomery harbor down the street. Most of the fish, lobster, and crab are fresh."
One boy raised his eyebrow. The other nodded. "We'll have to stop by more often. I'll also take the sushi platter. Maybe some tofu"
"Are you two sure that's all you'll want?"
They nod in unison. Mr. Wells flitted away, quickly concocting the two mens order. Within minutes he placed the lobster rolls along with his hand made biscuits and deluxe sushi platter and braised tofu. Each boy thanked him. And, of course, came the pictures to take of their food. They both placed their plates on the center of the table. Fluffing up the napkins. Turning each plate slowly, methodically.
Mr. Wells returned to his kitchen, quick to clean up his mess. Once in a while he eyed the boys. They laughed. Mr. Wells swore one of them pecked the other's cheek. Then they were gone.
Mr. Wells worrisomely stormed out of the kitchen, hoping the boys wouldn't make a run without paying. Then he saw a bill on the table. Benjamin Franklin's face wrapped around the condensing ice water. He let out a sigh of relief.
Even though the two boys hardly touched their meal, it didn't irk Mr. Wells too much. Generous tippers could never do any wrong. Within the hour another customer appeared. Then another. A group of people showed up. Girls filed in. Another group of schoolboys followed. Mr. Wells could hardly keep up with any of these orders. His agile frame ran from kitchen to foyer for the rest of the evening.
He swiftly called in his other dormant co-workers to come in. He requested his wife to pick up more white king crab, pick the biggest lobsters from Montgomery harbor, gather as much tuna, salmon, white tail, octopus, eel, red flying fish eggs, and sea urchin as possible.
Another group had shown up. Their phones out, snapping even more pictures of his food. His menu on display for each new person. And he giddily thought that maybe this was only the beginning.
Within the hour, he quadrupled his daily rate. Almost the same amount as when he opened this wretched diner. This was what he dreamed of. Yet irksomely, he heard the kids conversing aloud. They were all frantically searching for someone. Tapping their phones viciously. And Mr. Wells wondered if it could be those two boys from before.

In the last month Mr. Wells moved his restaurant towards downtown LA. His revenue had sky rocketed through the ceiling after the fateful interaction with the two young men before. It was only when he hired marketing advisors that he found out how his small business became so popular.
He had served the two most powerful influencers under Daniel Lee management. James and Lane. The one percent of social influencers. The two rising stars in new media and contemporary culture today. James Hayward and Lane MacMillian were the ones who single handedly boosted sleepy little Wells Diner into the spotlight. They were the reason for all the new buildings, the wait lines, the dinner reservations, and the all new lifestyle Mr. Wells could only dream of.
But honestly, who were James and Lane?
As mentioned, James and Lance are the top of the top. The top of the hierarchy. Making millions in revenue worldwide. Of course they rose to fame. How though? Simply put, they don't do anything. They just document themselves everyday. And now they're famous.
But just who are James Hayward and Lane Macmillian? Well, settle in and strap on some protection because we're about to plunge right in of this socially adept scandal and glamorous affairs that would follow in their wake.

#infamy #adealwiththedevil

"Just come here for a second please," Lance MacMillian tugs on my shirt.
"No, I've got to apply for this financial loan." I keep my hips firmly planted on his dad's office chair. The computer screen still has yet to load the university's financial loan form.
"But James-"
"Lance, I've blown you since graduation day. Leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone." I'm resisting the urge to blow him right now. He then begins to bury his face into my hair. He starts to slowly massage my shoulders.
"Pleeease," he begs.
I do feel my dick stiffening up. The incessant stirring in my gut made me want Lance all over again. But the thing was that I wouldn't be able to just stop at sucking him off.
"Just jerk off in the bathroom." I say this flatly, trying to read the beginning pages of what has loaded in for my loan.
"Wanna join me?" Lane presses against my side. His dick is hard. The hardness of it makes me instantly erect.
I let out a sigh and faced him. "No, I do not-" his lips cover mine. I'm caught off guard of this gesture. I even feel his tongue poke into my mouth. I swoon lightly.
Lane chuckles, and instantly grabs my throbbing cock.
Horny bastard.
He plays with the front of my gym shorts. Slowly caressing me. I have no willpower to fight him. His fresh scent was killing me. The scent of sandalwood and the peppery smell of his sweat was intoxicating.
"You're so sexy, James." His soft voice makes me melt. His face is flushed, those sapphire eyes want me to give in. I want those eyes of his to take in all of me. I want to see his reaction when I'm pleasing him. His eyes roll back when he thrusts into my mouth. So I decide to.
I quickly stand and center myself in front of me. His eyes stare lazily back at me. A small grin forms on his face. I buckled down, kneeling before him and barely put his erection near my lips. His gym shorts are baggier than mine but I begin to graze my lips across his dick. I can't help but notice the begging look on his face. His eyes wide, waiting for me. Begging me to continue what I was doing to him.
I stick my hands in his waistband and pull downward. His cock springs out and throbs right before me. It's veiny. Longer than my own erection. And I know it'll fit perfectly in my mouth.
Without warning Lane sticks his index fingers past my lips. He hooks the sides of my mouth and begins to stretch wider.
"You want me to take it easy?" I shake my head eagerly. I try to swallow down my trepidation. Feeling this vulnerable with him felt so frighteningly sweet, yet so right. He positions himself right in front of my mouth. The smell of his musky dick makes me twitch excitedly. The sweet smell makes me salivate.
Finally he sticks it inside. My tongue tastes his skin. I salivate more. My cheeks envelop around his shaft. Then he goes to work. The back of my throat relaxes as his tip travels down my throat. I do my best to not gag. But Lane liked it best when I did. The pubes on his balls tickle my chin.
I can't resist it anymore. I quickly lurch forward, feeling my throat stretch around Lane's dick. His balls squish against my chin. Lane lets out a loud pleasing moan. He grips my head, grabbing a fist of my hair and begins to move my head up and down his shaft.
I attempt to adjust to his rhythmic thrusting. My chokes and heavy breathing continue. My eyes are tearing up with each suppressed gag. I look up at Lane and he stares directly back into my face. He was adorable. This boy knew how to use me. And I wanted him to absolutely use every part of me.
"Fuuck, that feels good James. Stick your tongue out more." I do as he requests. Feeling his hard dick stroke against my tongue. His face is flushing even more scarlet. Eventually I taste his precum. I can't resist anymore.
I quickly stick my hand down my pants. I rub my tip with precum that has leaked out. I couldn't help it. I needed to give in to this.
"You're so naughty," Lane grins slightly. I can feel my face redden. I suppress another gag. Suddenly Lane shoves his full seven inches into my mouth. His pubes tickle my nose. "Hold it," he commanded. His hands forcefully hold my face into his crotch. "Ooh, fuck yes."
My eyes tear up. I can't hold much longer and cough. Lane moans louder. My throat vibrates once more from his dick. He releases and I'm gasping for air.
Lane leans over directly in front of my face. "Open," he whispers. Still trying to catch my breath, I do as he says. Then he spits into my mouth. A little drool hits my cheek. And now he's back to fucking my throat.
We stay like this for a while. For some reason it takes Lane a while to cum. Most likely from him cumming earlier today. Stupid bastard.
I'm still jerking off, faster this time. I know I'm close. Seeing Lane's beautiful eyes and smile make me appreciate him more. His lean body wasn't bad to be in front of. I could stay like this forever.
Lane's pace is quickening. His cock is beginning to taste warmer. The back of my throat has Lane's dick gliding up and down my throat with ease. I feel my own dick beginning to throb harder just thinking about Lane cumming in my mouth. With that simple thought, it happens.
Spurt after spurt, the warm stickiness fills every part of my mouth. With Lane's cum in my mouth, I close my eyes, taking in the heavenly taste.
He tasted so damn good.
"Fuck, James," he stops briefly. His breathing is ragged, uneven. I also haven't realized I already came. Too lost in this amazing release that Lane just caused. I let out an audible loud swallow, feeling his cum go down my throat. "Okay, that was the best nut yet."
Finally I wipe my mouth. "Yeah, it's nice." I stand up in front of him. His beautiful blushed face looked at me. I push my lips to his and he pulls back.
"Nah, you're sexy and all, but I don't want my cummies back." He turns.
"Man, whatever." I quickly nudge past him. Heading for the bathroom to wash the scent of Lane's dick out of my mouth.