1 Man and 7 Twinks

Harry was just about to close his restaurant for the night when a group of seven young guys came in. They were in all their early twenties and it didn’t take any time at all for Harry to realize that they were gay.
It had been a slow night, as just about every night was out of season in the sleepy little town he lived in. He was glad to have seven potential customers and quite happy to have all this gorgeous eye candy to feast on. Harry hardly ever had any gay customers, and about the only time he got to be with gay guys was when he drove in to the city on the odd occasion.
Harry had to persuade the grumpy chef to prepare the meals the young men ordered. He was so used to closing up shop early every night that he didn’t know what real work was anymore. While their meal was being prepared Harry served the group of friends some wine and chatted a bit. It turned out they were staying at the little hotel just up the road. He was sure they would be glad of the extra income too.
The guys were already a tiny bit tipsy having had a drink in the hotel bar. They were in extremely good spirits and Harry was curious what had brought them all together.
‘Oh we’re just good friends on a girls weekend away!’ the campest of the lot, a flame haired, slim beauty cackled.
‘I haven’t had one of those in ages.’ Harry replied.
They looked at him in silence. This big, beefy, hairy guy in his forties who had a bit of a paunch and was starting to bald – what would he know about what they were talking about, they wondered.
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