DRIZZLE-N-LICK
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When I answered the phone, I heard Decatur's distinctive voice on the other side. "You done come on home now." he said peremptorily.
"It's mid-afternoon!" I protested.
"That don't make no never mind." He said. To call the heavy Cajun tones in his voice a drawl would have insulted it, it flowed like honey, deep, thick and so, so sweet.
"But I can't just walk out of here!" I said. "What's my boss going to say?"
"You tell him to come by bout seven o'clock tonight and we go'n' t'give im a special dinner is what." Decatur said. "You tell that to any other friends you got there."
"I don't think Mr. Clevins is going to let me out from work three hours early just for the promise of a free meal." I said skeptically.
"He will if'n you tell him just how special it is." Decatur said confidently.
"So how special is it?" I asked, looking up. Mr. Clevins was coming my way.
"I done got Great Uncle Bokins' recipe for his Drizzle-N-Lick barbecue sauce, is how." Decatur said.
"You're not kidding me, are you?" I said. God, my hand holding the phone receiver was trembling! "You really got the Drizzle-N-Lick recipe? My God, Decatur, you mean he really gave you the recipe?"
"He said I was the one to inherit it, and he wanted to give it me afore he passed on." Decatur told me proudly. God, he had every right to be proud!
Mr. Clevins was up to me by then. "I'll be home soon as I can." I said, my voice as weak as my fingers by then. "My God, even if I have to quit, I'll be home soon as I can."
"I be waiting." Decatur said and hung up.
"You're quitting?" Mr. Clevins said, but he smiled to show he didn't mean it.
"Mr. Clevins, I want to invite you and your wife to my home tonight at seven o'clock for a very special barbecue dinner." I said. "I need to go home now to help Decatur set it up, but believe me, sir, when you taste the barbecue sauce he'll be using, you'll be glad you let me go."
He cocked his head on one side. "So you're wanting the rest of the day off?"
"Yes, sir."
"The barbecue sauce is that good? What was that you called it, Drizzling Lick?"
"Drizzle-N-Lick." I clarified. "Good from the moment you drizzle it over the meat until the moment you lick it off your fingers." I was quoting Decatur's Great Uncle Bokins. "It's a family recipe that Decatur's family has been guarding for well over a century. Decatur has just inherited the recipe." I'd tasted his Great-Uncle's barbecue sauce at every family reunion they'd held. God, it was good! There's a flavor to Cajun cooking that you just can't fake, somehow. You have to know how to make it right, and to make it right, you have to be born to it. Just a touch sweet, hot enough to make you expect flames to shoot out of your mouth after each bite, and yet you ate every bite and wished there were more! And now, God, now, I could have it any time I wanted! Just ask Decatur to make it...or maybe, just maybe, he'd even show me how to make it for myself!
I know what you're thinking, you saying, "Hey, it's just barbecue sauce!" You say that because you've spent your entire life pouring a pitifully pale imitation of it out of bottles or eating pretentious fakes at restaurants. But the real barbecue sauce, the genuine article, that takes more than they can ever put into any bottle or serve up at any café table. You say that because you have never tasted Decatur's Great Uncle Bokin's Drizzle-N-Lick barbecue sauce! I had...and lived my life since waiting for another chance to taste it again!
I got out the door after inviting twelve of my co-workers to the barbecue, all of whom would bring a guest. I knew that Decatur would want as many people around as possible to enjoy his family inheritance.
I got home and the smell in our kitchen was heavenly. I recognized the smell from my visits with Decatur to Louisiana; the smell of the Drizzle-N-Lick barbecue sauce being made. Onions had been chopped, as had peppers, and the spice rack's bottles were spread all over the place. In the middle of it, Decatur was there, wearing only a pair of plain yellow jams, his broad, hairless chest bore up against it a large yellow mixing bowl, and wearing a smile on his face that sang of Mardi Gras.
"Good you be here." Decatur said, his golden mop disarranged above his regally regular face, a bit long in the jowl and square in the nose-ridge (curved, not broken). "You get to crushing that there garlic for me."
I obeyed humbly, while I studied the array of spices. Which ones had been used, which ones hadn't? The cumin, definitely. And the cayenne pepper, that taste was unmistakable. But the others? Had he added oregano? Garlic salt? He COULDN'T have put curry into it!
"Decatur?" I said as I finished crushing the garlic and brought the saucer over to him.
"Yes?" Decatur smiled and leaned over, kissed me.
I smiled at that, and said, "Are you going to tell me what we're doing here? I can help you better if I know how to do it?" I said hopefully.
Decatur set the stirring spoon into the bowl and reached up and cupped my cheek. "Where was Great Aunt Maybelle when Great Uncle Bokins made his barbecue sauce?" he asked me.
"I don't know." I admitted.
"She sit on the porch or she work in her garden." he said. "He never tell her, never in all the years they marry. It stay in our family, that way. Only one know the secret. Nobody else. Nobody."
"So...if Great Uncle Bokin is still making it, does that mean you can't make it?" I said.
Decatur shook his head. "When he turn it over to me, he turn it all over. He no make it anymore. I make it now for all the family. We go to every family reunion from now on, okay?"
"Sure." I said. "I like your family, you know that. They've all been great to me." I was welcomed by Decatur's family like any new member who joined by marriage. If I had any complaints, it was that their welcomes were sometimes a bit too expansive. How much home-made liquor can one man consume before he passes beyond the bounds of sociability and into incipient alcoholism? I'd had to crowd that definition every visit there and come close to offending them in order to be sober for the drive home!
"So I keep the secret. I give my word of honor." Decatur said. "You understand me, yes?"
"Oh, I understand, on one condition." I said. "You gave Great Uncle Bokin your word and will keep it, and you have to keep your word to me on this."
"What be it?" Decatur wanted to know.
"You make this barbecue sauce for me anytime I ask for it." I said. "And I intend to ask for it often."
He smiled. "I do that. We keep a bowl of it in the refrigerator." he agreed. "It keep well for near a week in there."
"No longer?" I was surprised. It was barbecue sauce, after all!
"Not and keep its flavor." Decatur said. "It turn bad in four-five day."
"So that's why you've never tried to bottle it." I said in comprehension.
"Oh, we tried." Decatur said. "But the recipe, it don't keep."
"Okay." I said. "I won't pry into the family secret in exchange for the bowl kept in the refrigerator, fresh twice a week."
Decatur gave me that honeyed smile of his. "We done got us a deal. All we got to do now be the initiation ritual."
"What's that?" I hadn't heard about this part!
"When a new man is given the making of the recipe, the first time, there is a ritual."
"So what is this ritual?" I asked.
"We go out to the back yard and make the first batch just for you and me." he said. "That's what this bowl is. It be why I wanted you home early."
"Oh." I said. "Well, as long as this ritual says I get some of Great Uncle Bokin's Drizzle-N-Lick barbecue sauce, I'm ready and willing."
"Oh, you get plenty of the barbecue sauce." Decatur said.
"Then let's go!" I said. God, that barbecue sauce was practically intoxicating! It didn't contain alcohol, it touched other senses that had a lot of the same effect. When you ate it, your body came alive in a way you never knew it could! I know I'm talking like some sort of barbecue-sauce addict or something here, but really, the only thing I can compare it to is the flavor of ice cream on a hot afternoon, the joy of your first climax and the white spunk shoots out of your cock that first time and it's all new, new! Ice cream isn't a climax and neither of them were barbecue sauce, but it's all part of the same family of sensations that invade your body and you crave them from then on.
So I went with Decatur out to our patio, and saw he had already set up the barbecue grille out there. It was a gas grille, which Decatur didn't like, saying we needed to build a real brick barbecue in the backyard. If we were going to be hosting his family, I was ready to agree with him.
But he didn't mention the gas grille, he just said, "Now we start the ritual of the Drizzle-N-Lick barbecue sauce."
"Okay." I said. "What's first?"
"Take your clothes off."
I'd had enough odd Cajun rituals not to worry overmuch about that part of it. Some of their rituals had some voodoo elements to it, well, to my own untrained eye, they did. Getting naked in the backyard, with our fence around it and no nosy neighbors to see, was fine with me.
"So far, I'm liking this initiation ritual." I said, grinning as I shucked out of my shirt. I was wearing loafers that were easy to pull off and the socks. That left only my pants and undershorts, and I said as I reached for my fly, "Are you getting naked, too?"
"Later." He said. "Come on, we got to move afore the guests start arriving."
"We have over two hours." I pointed out as I shucked off my pants. "Should I call them and tell them eight o'clock instead?"
"No." he said. But we better move anyhow."
I pulled off my briefs. "You're in charge here. What now?"
He put his barbecue sauce brush into the bowl. "Now we give this sauce the first drizzle."
"Where?" I said. "We don't have any meat here." Other than.... "Oh, no!" I said quickly.
"Yes, we do." He said, and he brought the barbecue-sauce-laden brush up out of the bowl.
I braced myself for what I knew was about to happen. That sauce landed right on my cock!
Now, I don't know if you've ever put barbecue sauce on your cock. My only comment about it is...don't! Those peppers and onion juice in it will burn your glans like mad!
My cock was burning, and I was yelping like any kicked puppy when Decatur knelt down and put his mouth right over the barbecue sauce-covered glans.
He sucked at my cockhead, and I do mean sucked. His saliva was warm and soothing, he was doing his best to suck that barbecue sauce not only off of my cock, but right out of my skin.
God, that felt good! Not the barbecue sauce, that still stung like blazes, but the soothing love of his lips, of his saliva, that poured onto my ravaged skin and made my life better again.
Better. God, yes, better! The skin had been dragged into agony by the peppers inflaming the nerves, that excess of sensation was now turning into pleasure at Decatur's ministrations, the joy that was racing up from my cock into my brain was about double what it would normally be. Every nerve I had in my dick was screaming at me, the yells of pain converted into yells of joy.
"Oh, God!" I groaned out. "Oh, God, yes!"
It was like I was hovering on the very edge of climax, my body unable to make that last short climb into orgasm. You normally get to that point slowly, over a period of time, building up slowly. This was getting there without any of that, I was suddenly, shockingly, there, right there, but my body wasn't ready any other way. All the sensations, none of the waiting, it sustained itself at the very verge of the chasm of ejaculation, leaving me dangling there, dangling over the abyss, ready to plunge in, needing to plunge in, but unable to let go!
Decatur left off my glans, now he was licking at the sauce that had landed on my foreskin, this skin was tougher and less delicate, the discomfort of the glans wasn't there. This was just pleasant stimulation of my skin, nice, but not demanding. After the orgasmic pleasure of the sauce removal off my skin, this was like coming home.
His tongue was now working on my balls. I don't know if they had any sauce on them, and I'm not sure he cared either. Decatur gives the best damned blowjobs, it was part of why I loved him. Not that there wasn't plenty of other things to love about him; but hell, you take the best with the rest!
So as my balls got their bath of love-juices from his sauce-stained lips, I said to him, "So what's the next part of this ritual. If you think for one second I'm letting you use that sauce as a lubricant while you fuck me, you are one crazy Cajun!"
He chuckled, a nice feeling against my testicles, a short vibration. "You were giving me ideas." he admitted. "No, the ritual itself is over, the first drizzle is delivered. We can start cooking for our guests now."
"That's what you think." I said to him. "How about you lose those jams so we can finish what we started here?"
"But we got people coming." He protested. But he was pulling off his jams. "They come soon."
"So will I." I agreed. "You want it down on the patio or up on the picnic table?" We had a large wooden one in our yard, we'd had (regular) barbecue parties ever since we'd taken this place three years ago.
"I go up on the table." He decided.
"Fine." I panted. "God, that sauce turned my prick into a freaking sex machine. Once I got past the pain of it, ye gods!"
"I always wondered about that part." he admitted as he crawled up onto the tabletop, pushing the bowl of barbecue sauce off to one edge. We had done this before, but not in a long time.
I'd forgotten how hard the wood was on my knees. I was reminded as I crawled up to straddle his head. Damn, it was like there were splinters going into my knees!
Then his lips wrapped around my cock again and I forgot all about it. His own dong beckoned to me. And while Decatur gave some incredible blowjobs, I wasn't any slouch in that department myself.
Decatur groans so nicely when you suck on him, such liquid syllables of pleasure, that it makes the entire experience better. I forgot about the needles in my knees, I was too wrapped up in the renewed hyperawareness in my cock as Decatur's mouth worked its magic on me, and loving the feel of his sturdy Cajun dong in my own, the power of raw steel inside of his warm velvet body, so strong and so confident. Decatur's life was rooted in his heritage and in his family, and I was blessed, so damned blessed, to be a part of it. I had embraced his family and was richer for their acceptance of me. Added to that was Decatur's pride in everything that was his, he was the recipient of his family's highest honor, and I could bask in the glow of that light, for it shone in him and through him, and this was the life he had chosen to share with me.
Decatur's cock was throbbing in my mouth, and my own prick was finally catching up to the joy of the heightened nerves, I was going to shoot pretty soon and I wondered what the scalding of the barbecue sauce was going to do to my orgasm.
I wasn't going to have to wait much longer, anyhow, Decatur's body was thrusting up, driving his dong into my mouth, which is what he always did when he got close, and my own delight awoke to that prompting, yes, God, yes, my Cajun lover and I were about to shoot together again! I loved it that way, loved it!
My cockhead boiled with the approach of climax, this was harder, more intense, than my usual orgasm, the nerves were screeching out as they struggled to deliver on my order of ecstasy. I was being wracked with an intensity I had never experienced before, this was like my body was being jolted by a sort of torture, only this was pleasure not pain, this was enhanced delight, this was overwhelming joy, this was...this was it!
"OHHH, OHHH, OHHH, OH, OH, OH, OHHHUGUHHHHHH!" I groaned as my climax finally hit me. Even that had a strained quality to it, a taste of raw nerves yelling as they performed their bit in the chains of pepper-enlivened ecstasy, I rode a bucking bronco of lust as I squirted my jism down into Decatur's suctioning maw, and was rewarded by his own moans of joy and the hot spunk jetting up into my mouth. Mmmm, the luscious flavor of Decatur's seed! I never tired of it, even after more than six years together, I still loved the way it tasted on my tongue, fresh out of his cock, it was a flavor that I was as addicted to as any barbecue sauce!
God, that barbecue sauce! As Decatur's climax ended and I caught my own breath, I reached over and picked up the bowl of barbecue sauce, and I poured it on his stomach, just a good-sized dollop, and as he panted, looking down at the mess I'd made, I leaned down and stuck out my tongue to lick at it.
"What are you doing?"
"You took care of the drizzle at the first." I said to him. "Now I'm taking care of the lick at the end."
"Good from one end to the other." Decatur affirmed.
I leaned down and lolloped up a big dab of it onto my tongue. Tasted it.
Decatur saw my face. "What's wrong?" he asked me.
"Something's wrong with the barbecue sauce." I said to him. "Are you sure you put in enough cumin?"
"I put in one-half of a teaspoon." Decatur said. "Just what Great Uncle Bokin told me."
"How about the cayenne pepper?" I asked him. "Did you use the right amount?"
"I put in..." Decatur caught me then. "You trying to trick me, aren't you?"
"Yep." I grinned at him. "I got one part of the recipe now. I figure if I keep at it, I'll get the rest of it sooner or later." Like, forty or fifty years!
"I've got me a sneak for a lover." Decatur false-mourned his fate. "What am I going to do?"
"Right now?" I said. "You're going to get up and go make another batch. We got a heck of a lot of people coming to dinner in another hour and a half. I figure about sixty or so from my work."
"We better get cooking." Decatur agreed. "You better run to the store and buy us some more chickens."
"Barbecue chicken, made with Great Uncle Bokin's Drizzle-N-Lick barbecue sauce." I said, licking my lips. "I'll want an entire chicken just for me."
"You got that wrong." Decatur said.
"How?" I wanted to know.
"It's Decatur's Drizzle-N-Lick barbecue sauce I be making."
"You're right." I said. "That's even better. And I'll get it more often, too."
Not to mention the sauce from the cook!
THE END
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