Dinner
John and Bob are just finishing a half bottle of the 2013 Tokaji Aszú, 5 Puttonyos wine with their sweet course. It has been a great meal. An established Michelin starred chef opening his new classical French restaurant in Draycott Ave is an event people haven’t caught on to yet. Diane’s is old fashioned cooking, definitely not in vogue, so they have got in before the rush. Not hard as Bob lives just round the corner.
John pushes his chair back. “Just going for a pee and then back to yours?” No women tonight so he will probably end up fucking Bob. Or the other way around. Which is OK, they have been sharing women or making do with each other for a few years now.
He goes down a dimly lit corridor decorated in dark blue and gold, past the kitchen where he can see the chefs clearing up for the night through a glass panel in the door, and into a traditional loo, in keeping with the food and whole ambience of the restaurant. Dark oak wood, discreet lighting, two cubicles, the urinal a long slab of white marble, a glass splash protector as foot level and small narrow partitions marking off each space.
He stands in the middle of the five space. He is bursting, he unzips his trousers and pulls his cock out of his boxers and is watching where he is starting to pee when a young man in chef’s whites, black checked trousers comes in and stands next to him, even though the rest to the room is empty. John looks sideways. The first thing he sees is a ten inch long, very thick cock, being tugged and waved from side to side. He looks up the young man, who gives him a tentative smile. John looks back at his own cock and increases the pressure so he makes a better splash of it.
He looks back at the man, then down to his cock as he begins to pee, a powerful gush hits the marble. The man quickly lowers his aim so he doesn’t splash John. John now makes no pretence, he is watching avidly as the man describes circled generally moves his cock around. He pulls his foreskin back to show the light blueish head. The cock is growing firmer all the time.
They are both finishing, John puts his cock away, the chef doesn’t. He keeps pulling and squeezing it. John looks straight at the chef. “Great food here” he says “were you cooking part of our meal?”
“I did the steaks.”
“A fantastic piece of meat, a great eat.” He looks down at the young mans cock which is now semi erect, “A bit like that.” John cringes at his gauche come on.
The man doesn't seem to mind. “Would you like to eat my piece of meat then?" asks the chef coyly.
“Love to, but perhaps just not in here. What time do you get off?”
“I’m finished, just got to change.”
“We are just waiting for the bill. Why don’t we meet you round the corner, my friend has a house in the next street, we can go back there and have a little drink.”
Bob is waiting at a clear table when he gets back. “Took your time.”
“Lot to deal with.”
“I’ve settled the bill.” Bob is very rich, he always settles the bill. In exchange John pulls the women, he has a knack of knowing which ones like a threesome.
They leave. John stops just outside. “Hand on a sec, want a fag.” He takes out a cigarette and is about to light it when the young chef comes out of a door and walks down the street towards them.
“And there is that fag” he mutters to Bob. He throws to cigarette away and shakes hands. “Hi, I’m John and this is Bob.”
“Roy” says the young man.
John can see him better now. Over six foot, tousled fair hair, smiling eyes, an exquisite tight shirt, open far enough to show a light curl of hair chest, and tailored jeans with loafers, no socks. He can see Bob looking at him.
“I met him in the loo. Roy cooked our steaks, they were so good I thought he deserved a drink to say thank you, so invited him back.”
Bob nods, he knows to leave it up to his friend when he is plotting something.
They walk to a side street and along a row of elegant and very expensive town houses. They climb the steps, Bob opens the door and they go up to the second floor lounge.
“I’ll get some drink,” says Bob, “just got to go to the loo myself.”
He leaves and John says to Roy, “Quickly, let’s give him a surprise present. Get undressed and lie provocatively on the couch.
Roy takes off his shirt, trousers and shoes and John puts them behind the couch. He lies down, one leg bent, the other hanging off the side of the couch giving a clear view of his cock. John kneels down, bites, sucks and vigorously rubs Roy’s cock until it is at full erection. Then he goes and sits in the other chair.
Bob comes in carrying an expensive bottle of brandy and three balloons. He stops and looks at this gorgeous young man, trim muscled lightly tanned body and pale twelve inch cock lying against his stomach. Uncut with prominent veining, it widens at the base to an impressively thick shaft as it joins his perfectly waxed sack and their two large free hanging balls.
“I know it is not your birthday, but I thought you deserved a present” says John.
Bob puts the glasses down and fills them half way. They have both been drinking steadily all night, only the brandy will cut through. Before he can hand them round, Roy stands up, his cock now pointing at the ceiling, he pushes Bob into a chair, pours more brandy into one glass, pulls back his foreskin, dips his cock in the brandy and then pops it in Bob’s mouth.
"I think we need the little blue boys” says John as he leaves the room. Roy continues to feed Bob the brandy.
When he comes back Bob is working vigorously with his teeth on the head and first inch or so of Roy’s cock.
“Nobody can ever have completely swallowed this thing.”
“There was one bloke when I was a lot younger” says Roy. “Completely out of it on crystal meth he was. He insisted I force it down his throat. Took some doing but I got there.”
“Did he enjoy it?” asks Bob.
“It didn’t go well. He started vomiting blood, needed an operation, almost died. Won't go there again.”
“Here.” John hands round the viagra. “Wash it down with plenty of brandy Bob. You are going to need as much as you can, to take that cock right up your arse.”
“You too.”
“Yep. Me too. Fill me up takes on a new meaning. Right, shall we fuck?”
Roy is a bit apologetic. “I haven’t washed, didn’t have time to get ready.”
Neither have we” says Bob. “No harm in a bit of shit round the place. We can get to proper enemas later. Let’s go down to the gym and wet room play area.”
It was hot and humid. They had all come twice, washed their cocks and were now lying back, covered in sweat getting ready for round two. The trouble with viagra driven sex is that no matter how often you come, your cock is still hard, so the fucking becomes more and more frantic. To prolong the break Bob declares it is enema time.
He takes an empty champagne bottle, adds a large shot of vodka, one of fairy liquid and fills the bottle up with luke warm water. He drops a soluble aspirin in and puts the neck of the bottle deep into John’s arse. The aspirin fizzes, the bottle empties, John fills up. Then Roy, then himself. Bob wins the “how far can you squirt” competition, perhaps he had extra vodka in his enema.
Then with some velcro straps they go through into the gym for Roys big number. Making the Beast With Three Backs.
