Last week I was sitting inside my favorite Jewish delicatessen having a snack (I'm not Jewish but I've always had a hankering for Jewish men) when I noticed a business card that must've been left by a previous patron. It read: The Special Sauce Cafe, a taste of heaven in your mouth. Below that was just a phone number. Being the adventurous type with the evening free I decided to take out my cell phone and call for a reservation. The voice on the other end of line sounded smooth and polished as he recorded the time I desired to dine and a little sexy when he suggested that it would be best not relieve myself of any sexual tension before my "memorable dining experience". After 20 minutes of cruising my favorite waiter I was already hard so this bit of advice only served to bone me up the rest of the way and make me wonder if going commando was such a good idea after all. I placed a few bill on the table for the bill and thought to myself what the fuck, it's only a crime if you whip it out in public. The time I would've spent whacking off I devoted to picking the evening's outfit. I decided on a royal blue mock turtle neck under a black velvet jacket with matching pants (and since I had remained hard and leaking decided a jock strap would be a good idea).
I was about to call for a cab when the doorbell rang. To my surprise it was a cab driver who announced that he was to transport me to my destination. I didn't remember giving my address when I made the reservation but since it's the information age I suppose all they really needed was my name and phone number. What really impressed me was the stretch mini cooper limo since I had no idea they even existed. The drive held the door open and I slipped into the back seat noticing the chilled champagne, and the windows too dark to see out of. After about a 10 minute ride the car glided to a stop in a neighborhood I didn't recognize. The driver informed me his gratuity would be included in my bill when I attempted to tip him so I occupied my thoughts with what kind of meat he was packing since my eyes were level with his crotch. As if reading my mind he took my hand and placed it on what felt like at least 7 inches of rapidly hardening dick. My heart raced, my dick throbbed a couple of times and the wet spot where the tip of my dick strained against its cotton hammock got bigger and wetter. As I groped him the driver told me his name was Carl and that if I wasn't too exhausted after dinner he would be my aperitif. I grinned in response and after a final squeeze I turned to go through plain black door with the name of the restaurant on it in gold lettering. At the end of long hall I was met by a waiter who led me to my table, gave me a menu and recited the specials. I wasn't really paying attention though because I couldn't help but notice that all the bus boys were wearing flip flops that peek out under crisp white aprons that went all the way down to their ankles. There were about 5 of them at different tables and since the aprons didn't close all the way in the back it was easy to tell they weren't wearing any pants. When I was able to turn away I discovered that the waiter had gone and in his place was one of the bus boys filling my water glass. To my amazement and delight it was my favorite waiter who had lusted after only a few hours earlier. He leaned over and whispered in my ear that he was the one who had left the card on my table and said he was in charge of making the protein shakes. Dirty thoughts danced in my head as I ordered one with mango. My waiter nodded and as I watched him walk towards the kitchen I drank in my first (albeit partial) view of his delectable looking ass cheeks. Feeling a little adjustment necessary to avoid a painful couple of hours I slipped my hand as discreetly as possible into my pants to free my dick from the jock easing it down the thigh of my left leg leaving a slime trail all the way. Just as I finished my bus boy returned holding a tall glass of mango nectar in one hand and a portable hand mixer in the other. He smiled as if he knew what I had been doing. After placing the items on the table Gabriel (he was wearing a name tag) turned his apron around so when his dick at last came into view I found that he too was wearing a jock strap the same color as the apron. He pulled it to the side and like a piece of freshly done toast up popped a nice five inch cut dick nestled in a bush of curly dark hairs that slapped his firm tummy once and bounced a couple of times before coming to a rest at a 45 degree angle. Then the show began. He closed his eyes half way, tilted his back a little and slowly began to jerk his cock (I was more than a little tempted to join in). Time stood still as I watched the pre cum form on the head of his dick and drop silently into the glass. When he picked up speed he started to tease a nipple with his free hand. By the time he put an index finger in his mouth to get it good and wet before placing it in his ass just before he was about to cum (he later explained this was to produce the biggest load possible) my dick was pulsing like a metronome and informing me of the potential hands free orgasm I hadn't experienced since my days as a horny teenager when even a stiff breeze cut get a rise out of me. As he fingered his ass and his breathing grew labored I could've sworn that I smelled warm butter (it turned out that that's what they lubed up the boys with in the kitchen at the beginning of their shift). When Gabriel started moaning softly I locked my eyes on his dick and was rewarded with a sight that still gets me erect when I think of it. With a final grunt and a visual check to make sure his aim was true he froze in mid stroke and shot a healthy six or seven squirts into the glass creating a half inch head of creamy Jewish spunk. Just a couple of strokes and I'd have blasted cum all over my leg right along with him. After squeezing out the last few drops he placed his softening dick back into his jock, returned his apron to its original position and finished the final steps of mixing my drink. As I watched that sweet again disappear into the kitchen I felt my resolve erode and the lust I felt take control. There was no way in hell I was going to wind up with blue balls for dessert so as I took my first sip of my kosher protein shake my free hand caressed my throbbing meat and started kneading it like dough. To this day that drink is still one of five best things I've ever put in my mouth. Sweet, creamy and cumstastic. I drank and rubbed, heart pounding, my asshole twitching and reacting to the newly formed beads of sweat. Wanting to make the most of it I slipped off my shoes and stretched out my legs as I unloaded one of the largest loads of cum in my life (I felt it slide down my leg to my ankle). I cleaned up as best I could with the napkin opened the menu and immediately realized that practically every item came with the special sauce option. Considering what I had just gone through I decided to order the steak.
End of part one.