Colonel Sanders and Italy NSFW

Meet Me InThe Kitchen

Colonel Sanders sat quietly, almost upset that his date, Feliciano, had chosen such a place to meet up at. Why McDonald's? Did he even know who he was talking to?
Well, it wasn't that much of a problem, he could still show his date his famous kitchen; they weren't bound to this McDonald's. His head perked up as Feli walked in, the sound of the door alerting Sanders. Feli looked around for a second before turning to face Sanders. Feli smiled at his date as he approached him.
"Sanders?" Feliciano sat down from across the platinum blonde man.
"I guess you're Feliciano," Sanders smirked, resting his head on his hand.
Feli nodded, a big grin on his face. The two made small talk for a while, cracking jokes and laughing together, but Sanders couldn't help but think about one thing the whole time... they weren't in a KFC.
"Hey, uh," Sanders piped up, "Do you want to visit my restaurant?"
"Oh of course!" Feliciano smiled.
"Alright, let's go."
How did Feli end up in such an embarrassing position? Down on his knees, sucking this man's Kentucky fried cock. He didn't expect to be giving his date a blowjob when he first walked into his establishment, he just expected a simple tour and more small talk.
But here he was, gagging on Sanders's manhood in his restaurant's kitchen. He pulled away, looking up at his date. Was that a face of pleasure or disappointment? It was Feli's first time giving a blowjob, but hopefully he wasn't too bad.
"Hey, why'd you stop?"
"Oh, uh, sorry, I just, uhm," Feliciano stammered, "I was hoping that we could go further..."
A smirk spread across Sanders's face as those words came out of his date's mouth.
"Get up," Sanders demanded.
And with that, Feli was up on his feet. Before he knew it, Sanders had him bent over, his face hovering above the deep fryer. The smell of chicken grease filled his nostrils; it was amazing.
He couldn't help but squirm a bit as he felt Sanders pull his pants down. The sound of Sanders pulling his own pants down made him feel excited.
"You seem so prepared for this," the colonel pressed his length against Feliciano as he spoke softly, "Are you ready?"
His voice sent chills down Feli's spine.
"Yeah, but," he paused for a moment before continuing, "do you have any lube?"
"Shit, I didn't think about that..." Sanders muttered under his breath.
Without thinking, he stuck his hand into the deep fryer, getting cold chicken grease on his fingers.
"This'll do."
He rubbed his fingers against Feliciano's anus before sticking his thumb in. Feli moaned, his legs already feeling weak.
"I haven't even done much and you look like you're about to fall to the floor," Sanders practically whispered in his ear, "Do you want more?"
Feliciano nodded.
"Use your words," the colonel commanded.
"Yes..."
"Yes what?" Sanders pulled his thumb out, "Speak up."
"Yes, I want more!" Feli whimpered.
"Good."
Without any further conversation, Sanders lined his cock up with Feli's anus and pushed it in, grunting as he did so. A moan escaped Feliciano's throat as Sanders went in deep. The colonel's thrusts were slow, just like his southern drawl; a loud clapping sound rang throughout the kitchen with every slow, hard pump.
"Y-You can go faster," Feli panted quietly.
"If you say so..."
Sanders's thrusts became faster, harder. Feli's moans grew louder, ringing throughout the KFC as the colonel bucked his hips more aggressively. It almost hurt — how hard Sanders's pelvis was hitting Feliciano's backside — and yet it felt so good.
"Shit, I'm going to cum..." the colonel grunted.
"Go ahead and cum!" Feliciano moaned.
Sanders's thrusts came to an abrupt stop as he released his fluids inside of Feliciano, sighing as he did so.
Sanders held the door open for Feli, allowing him to walk out in front of him.
"Would you ever be willing to come back?" Sanders asked.
"For a second date?" Feli paused, "Of course!"