Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2011 21:49:08 -0400
From: quest myrick <quest47484748@gmail.com>
Subject: The Cum Again Cafe

The Cum Again Cafe
by
quest47484748


I saved a guys life once and to thank me he took me to a private restaurant
where you could enjoy a nice steak and a nice blow job at the same time (and
on  occasion finish both at the same time). Until I became a member I had to
arrive blindfolded so my first visit began with a dark 15 minute car ride
while my host groped me into a rock hard erection (it didn't take much since
I knew soon after the car stopped I'd be having a nice cocktail and getting
my dick sucked at the same time).

After passing through a plain door in an industrial neighborhood the host
led us to a large booth with a good view of the bar and part of the open
kitchen that looked like any other restaurant except the tables and chairs
were higher.

Along with the food menu (a lot of steak and seafood) we were given a menu
of photographs of the entire staff who was on duty and willing to suck some
dick for extra pay and tips. Every one of them had to suck off the owner as
part of their job interview so he could judge their aptitude and point out
where their technique needed work. Most of the major cultures were
represented but my dick throbbed and pulsed with pre cum when I noticed one
of the busboys was Jewish (my longtime weakness). My buddy ordered a *Puerto
Rican*  and about five minutes later they arrived with our drinks which they
set in front of us before disappearing under the table to begin our blow
jobs.

It felt great when Ira finally untangled my dick from the folds of my pants
and let if wave free and hard. I slipped on of my shoes off and put my
socked foot all over Ira's crotch (and it felt like he was going commando
which turned me on even more). I slouched down in my seat a little and
slipped my free hand on top of Ira's head to run my fingers through his dark
curly locks.

For the first 10 minutes or so it was all dick sucking, after that it turned
into a randomized pu-pu platter of erotic massage, blow job and hand job
(which came with a selection of citrus and olive oils that felt as good as
they tasted. Sometimes just one or two and other times all three at once
with a little nipple play thrown in by the waiter or a passing busboy while
refilling the water glasses or removing empty plates.

The story of how it came into existence was almost as good as the food. A
close group of six friends from college took different paths after
graduation but remained in the same town and eventually started meeting in
one of the local bars after work on a daily basis. Soon they realized that
had something very sexy in common: each of their jobs duties contained an
element that involved some sort of male on male contact every day that made
them extremely horny by quitting time.

One guy was a cop who would pull over men based on how hot they were and how
little they were wearing. Guys in just shorts and a t-shirt were his
favorite since he could feel them up real well under the pretext of frisking
them since they we only one layer of fabric away from being naked (or two
thin layers if they wore underwear). Sometimes when he felt their crotch on
the first pass they'd already be rock hard other times they would get that
way by the time he worked his way down and back up to the dick area. If the
guy was wearing briefs he just give a few squeezes but if he was free
balling he'd jack it for five or ten times to see if the guy was in the mood
to shoot a load. Either way the cop spent most of his shift hard and by the
time he punched out at 5pm he was ready to fuck anything with a hole and a
pulse.

Another guy was a massage therapist for a minor league baseball team. When
he wasn't seeing naked men all over the locker room he was rubbing the
tension of their muscles in a back room. Most of the guys would show wood
half way through but they were usually saving the cum for girl friends or
mistresses so the happy endings were few and far in between. Another was a
doctor who gave company physicals to new hires (most of the guys got hard
and some even came when he slid a finger up their ass for the prostate
check). One guy was a tailor who measured guy soft, got them hard and then
measured them again to see wear the pants would experience the most wear and
tear and reinforce that section. One guys discovered while he had a foot
fetish while working in a shoe store. Every day he would retreat to the back
of the store room and jerk off while remembering which men didn't wear
underwear so he could see right up the leg of their shorts when they put
their socked foot in his crotch so he could slip the shoe on. And at closing
time he was horny again. The last two guys were coaches (gym and swim) and
once the kids learned that the coach was willing to rub out a leg cramp
there seemed to be at least a couple per class that needed attention every
day.

During the after work drinks each guy would take a turn and tell the story
of what happened earlier that day that boned him up the most and after they
had all had a turn a vote was taken for whose tale was the best and that guy
got to drink for free that night. These sessions usually last a couple of
hours and by the 90 minute mark most of the guys had cum at least once;
either in the bathroom after taking a piss in the stall or in their pants
from a series of soft strokes from a hand under the table (their own or
sometimes a buddy if they were lucky and sitting next to a guy who didn't
mind lending a helping hand). One time a guy wished out loud that he wished
there was somewhere he could go where he could get a stiff drink and his
dick sucked at the same time and the seed was planted.

end of part one.
write if you want there to be a part two.
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