Date: Sat, 9 Nov 2002 17:16:04 -0500
From: Herald Buchanan <hede1933@earthlink.net>
Subject: Gus' Highway 69 Restaurant

Perhaps the real reason that Gus, the Greek, he was commonly called,
decided to open his first restaurant on a busy highway had more to do with
the name the highway suggested than the probability he might attract more
customers. But dating back to the first time I ever learned that the place
was there seemed to have little to do with the idea that I might be back
soon. Not only were all the employees I managed to see the night I stopped
since it was so late I didn't want to bother with stirring up something to
eat after I got home and perhaps all the other restaurants were closed for
the night, very courteous, I didn't see any waitresses or any other female
in the place except one woman with a man I took to be her husband. And if I
do desire to admit the real truth about this matter, Gus, himself was more
than enough to make me want to return as many times as I could manage. But
while more frequent stops brought better service, it also gave me a chance
to get to know Gus better.

By either my third or perhaps fourth or fifth time to stop there to eat, it
was later than the night I sopped the first time returning from a trip out
of town. While I can appreciate any business owner's efforts to cut back on
expenses, finding Gus all by himself seemed to be carrying economics too
far. As if I was one of his waiters, not only did I clean up after I
finished eating, I cleared some of the other tables and bussed the dirty
dishes into the kitchen. As this seemed to be becoming a habit as well as
more chances to be closer to management, Gus was undressing before his last
customer left and a while after the closed sign went on the entrance
door. Soon I found myself washing dishes, sweeping and mopping floors,
along with taking the garbage to the dump outside. Sure, this did mean that
I could expect to eat there free with my very next visit, but when he asked
if I would like to work there full time, I sure had an answer for that.

"Man," I addressed Gus that night after his unexpected inquiry, "I had
enough of washing dishes and that kind of shit trying to get myself through
college. And although I do enjoy helping you out around here once in a
while, I sure don't want any steady job that has anything to do with food
preparation and service!" Well, as I waited to learn how he might respond
to that less than pleasing answer, I took time to visit the men's room
before heading on home. And leave it to me. I might as well had been going
to the bathroom at my place from the way I failed to close the door behind
me once I got inside the men's room. So, to make short what was to become a
much longer story than I ever thought back when I first met this man's man
son of a "I need some of that" Greek god at roadside restaurant, guess the
real action really got started when he passed the open door to the men's
room and stopped long enough to take a look inside. I looked at my watch as
if checking the time while Gus looked at my cock and I didn't want him to
know that I knew he was watching me piss. Was what happened next just a
coincidence or was it a part of my plan with working without pay or the
Greek god, Gus taking advantage of both the situation and me?

Boldness is to timidity and bravery is to cowardice. Whatever reason for my
hesitations thus far with my frequent stops sure got lost in the way Gus
either lost or forgot any reservation about modesty, which guest to seat
first, or who gets off early or must work until closing time. My cock was
already getting hard before I completed the business that took me to the
men's room. And from the way Gus kept staring at me, I knew he had more on
his mind that asking me to help with closing the place for the night. Not
knowing what to do next and at the same time anticipating that Gus would
make the first move, I thought it best to return to the table were I ate
dinner and perhaps let nature take its course. A patrol car on night check
passed by and one of the officers got out to check why the lights were
still on this late at Gus' Highway 69 Restaurant. Unless that handsome
officer had a side to his personal that matched what I thought true about
Gus, seeing me with my cock out in the men's room and Gus watching while I
took a piss might not have gone over too well. But shortly, the officer was
back in the patrol car and the car pulled away. Then all the inside lights
Gus turned off, leaving only one small safety lamp burning on a wall and
only the restaurant's name on the sign outside. Where to or what next was
only a matter of seconds before I found out. As soon as I was waiting at
the entrance for Gus to unlock the door and let me out, he did come up to
the door and very close beside me. But he sure had more on his mind than
letting me get out and go to my car so I could go on home.

"Since it's so late," Gus began, then added, "and I kept you so late with
helping out around here, the least I can do is to invite you to stay over
at my place for the night rather your having to drive all the way home at
this time of the night approaching morning."

Are Greeks fortunetellers as well as most of them know how to run a
restaurant? Did he finally figure out why I volunteered to help him out
some night? Or was it when he got carried away when he saw me taking a leak
or perhaps noticed that I tried not to show that I was also taking his
whole body in? Did I take him up on the offer? Does any male dog still piss
on fire hydrants? He was in his car like a speeding bullet, and I was in my
car and following behind as if one of those cops was after me for drunk
driving! Well, he sure told the truth about the distance to his place as
compared with mine at the opposite side of town. We two were there in only
a very few minutes, inside, and ready to do whatever the other suggested,
it seemed to be at the time.

Gus explained how to locate the bathroom for one more quick piss before
calling it a night and told me to choose any room along the hall for
sleeping except his that I wouldn't help but recognize as his own since it
was the only one where the bed had not been made. But rather than be a rude
guest and go to bed without at least a short chat, I returned to the den
when I left him sitting before I went to relieve myself. In addition to
being stripped down to only his boxer underwear with the open fly, he was
at his computer as if something had caught his attention better than the
scene of me in the men's room taking a leak. Gus noticed my presence as
soon as I walked in and began to wonder what for once had captured his full
attention.  "This is my favorite toy," Gus said without turning his head
away from the monitor screen. While toys come in as many packages as are
the varying request for what suits one's age, interest, and perhaps no more
than a hobby, this one had already brought his cock out the fly on his
boxer underwear, he was playing with himself as he kept his eyes glued to
the screen more so than when he watched me piss. "Take a look!" Gus added
as I drew close. "If this is not bringing the entire men's room with all
the daily visitors home to a man's den, then how close can a man hope for?"

As I moved closer for a better look, soon my own cock was begging for the
attention Gus was giving to his with the incessant jacking, one hand
operating the keyboard and his other between where his butt rested and
where the seat of his chair ended. If seeing one of the most handsome men I
has ever seen jack off and finger his ass hole at the same time was mot
more than enough to make me want to strip naked and to do whatever he might
ask of me, the scenes he was watching were enough to make a straight man go
gay. Real men, some partially dressed but most of them both naked and
sporting a hard-on not only brought my eyes closer, but I had to know how
to tune this in at home on my own computer. Gus managed to get out that
this was a website owned and operated by the same group that publishes
"Men's Magazine." Then I knew that if I didn't get my butt to bed soon, it
would be so late when I did get home that there would be no time left for
the many chores I had planned. I left him jacking away on his cock with now
more than one finger up his ass.

"I have just got to go to bed," I caught an instant of Gus' attention, and
added, "or I'll never get up in time to make it back home and get anything
done there!" Gus looked at me with what seemed to be one eye while his
other stayed glued to the monitor screen as if waiting for the other to
return. "So since you don't seem to give a damn where I sleep, I think I'll
take the first one I see as I leave the den, you, and your favorite toy
behind."

Hell! I was most serious since I had driven all day and well into the night
before I stopped for a quick snack and a cup of coffee at Gus' place. Add
to that, working to help Gus out until well past closing, I didn't give a
damn where I slept just so I did get some sleep. However in the back of my
mind I was thinking, "now if Gus just happens to decide to sleep with me,
so what? After all, it's his place, not mine, so I have no right to be
choosy!"

In minutes thant seemed more like seconds, I was fast asleep on a very
comfortable bed in the first room on the left between where the den left
off and the end of the hallway to the bathroom where I took my last
leak. The only thing that came close to awakening me was a wet dream about
the naked men pictured on the Men's Cyber website when I found myself
playing with myself somewhat like I left Gus behind in his den with his
favorite toy. Guess it's best that I didn't complete the playing to the
point of climax before falling back to sleep. If the graphic images I saw
coming and going on the computer monitor in Gus' den had affected him the
way my dreams were trying to tell me it did the same for me, if he dropped
by to share the bed with me, I sure could understand why.

But in between dreams while partially asleep and missing the clicking from
the computer keyboard making the dreams go away with a deeper sleep, I
still was aware that Gus had gone on to his own bed rather that awaken me
by crawling in beside where I slept on another bed as versus the one down
the hall that had not been made. But instead of any dream or clicking to
change images on the computer monitor, it was the sounds coming for Gus'
bedroom that brought me wide awake.  It was no half Greek and half English
like helped to make to restaurant progress, and no helping a man out with
that restaurant, hoping that one day it might lead to something better. Gus
was talking his sleep as if trying to communicate with a hard to understand
guest at his place of business. "Damn!" Gus cried out. "I really do love to
smell a nice cock!" At first, I thought he was saying `crock' as is used in
cooking. And as for `smell,' well that what he did to any tray of food
before the permitted a waiter to take it a guest's table. So, letting
things be as they were at the time, I had no problem with falling back to
sleep, and Gus' talking in his sleep seemed to have got lost when I heard
him storing just before I was close to death in very deep slumber.

Now if waking up to a great cup of coffee is not close to perfection and
having a special meal prepared at a restaurant as a way to say thanks for
your help is not enough to make a man proud to be a man, to find one of the
most handsome men you ever met with his face in your crotch and smelling
your cock at three in the morning, well whatever I might say was as
ambiguous as thinking about asking him to leave. The pictures in a magazine
or on a computer monitor with scenes from outer space is a man's toy all by
itself. But when a man who should have his naked image on that monitor
screen is in bed with you and sniffing at your balls, well that is the
height of reality as versus any man-made facsimiles!