From: davist@dsp.com (davist)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: Alex's Eestaurant by davis trell
Date: Sun, 06 Oct 1996 00:13:21 -0800
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Alex's Restaurant.
by davis tell@aol.com

   You can get anything you want at Alex's restaurant. A great place to
entertain a new client. It's a Topless, Bottomless place for the gay
crowd.You'd probably like the menu, the food is delicious. 
You're issued condoms at the door and you never have to eat alone.
   My friend Andre, and I dropped in last Saturday after a little 
dancing. Harvey, our usual waiter brought us our regular white wines.
He was only wearing a skimpy g-string apron which I lifted up to 
check out his horse-cock-d'ouevres. Very appetizing. He promised to 
return later with the main course.There's only a limited selection 
but they have an all-you-can eat policy.
   The dinner show was about to start. Paraded on the walkway were 
three men, manly men, you know what I mean, stark-naked and buffed.
Starting from a body-builder pose, they broke into dance as the music
started to play. Sort of twenties jazz mixed with a hip-hop rhythm.
As a trio they started off with a kinda tap-dance. As they were nude 
we couldn't fail to admire their acrobatic cocks swing to-and fro to 
the beat.
They worked in time, their bodies moving with practiced unison.They 
formed a train,the last two pressing their dicks against ass-cracks. They
reversed, and butts and cocks got switched. Spotlights 
played over them picking out significant pieces of anatomy with 
light. One guy fell way down and knelt, sucking his buddy's cock.
The remaining standing guy straddled the 'bottom' and pulled the 
'middle' guy's head to suck his erection, all of them forming 
a pyramid.
   I reached over to fondle my friend Andre's crotch. Yes, there 
was activity; he was getting aroused. The man-to man sex-show 
continued before us.The gathered crowd applauded.
   Alex owned the resturaunt and it was his wonderland.
   Harvey, our waiter, came back, sans apron and stood between me 
and Andre. I feasted on Harvey's dick while Andre ate Harvey's ass.

   The resident compere, Mr P, came on and told a filthy joke:
   "Black man came up to me, called me a 'motherfucker'."
   "FATHERfucker, dearie  ;)"
   They should fire him, he's too old, too pink. But he's a sweet 
man, so they keep him on.
   Harvey held our shoulders as we bashed our heads together, his 
body acted as a buffer. Sort of a soup or salad deal. His cock a 
french roll which I devoured unbuttered. Then Harvey pulled a 
switcheroo and I fed between Harvey's meaty melons. I tasted the artichoke
heart of his ass.
   The torch singers began. The one in a white tuxedo, the other in
a slinky silver lame skirt that looked odd, because of the tented 
bulge in front. Music blared from a karioke machine as they mimed the
theme song from "guess who's cumming to dinner". Harvey slipped away
while me and Andre held hands, honeymooning sweethearts, swooning 
with sentiment at the steamy ballad.
   The tuxedo fell off, and the dress came down as the duo gyrated
to a sexy cockswordfight. Parry, thrust, parry, touche. Face to face,
they performed the sexiest standing fuck, I'd ever seen. He climaxed
inside his partner, perfectly, ending on the final major sixth of 
the song. One man already bowing, butt plugging the other, who
curtsied, and withdrew gracefully, seasoned artistes.

   "See any thing you fancy?" I asked my dinner partner, Andre.
   "Only you, my love," slipping his hand between my legs.
   The place had been a bath-house and kept some of that ambience.
   We moved to the dining room, and stripped off with the other 
gourmands.
   How do you begin to describe a six-way orgy? 
   One rather elegant handsome man pointed his dick at me, 
clutching it like spin-the-bottle. My mouth on his dick, I accepted 
the invitaion, and I RSVP'd. I grasped two wall-flowering cocks in 
my free hands, and felt kisses on my shoulder blades, torso and buns.
 Someone invaded my anus, it didn't feel like Andre; I wondered what 
he was up to. Cock sucking the stud, his navel kept smacking against 
the bridge of my nose as he continued his to-and fro movements as he 
slid his pecker in and massaged my throat.
   The sensations of fucking travelled up, through my ass, inside my body
rising up till it was picked up by the cock-microphone, ramming its way
down fom the other end.  The two guys I was jerking off, came
simultaneously and painted my face with cum. The two dicks at my 
either end were protected with the condoms issued earlier along with
the safe-sex lecture, they spare no expense here.
   Champagne ejaculations and caviar asses. A baroque minuet 
played in the background. I was a honeycomb, with worker bees making
honey, swarming over me, the center of attention. I was demoted to worker,
and chose the twenty year old construction worker to demonstrate the
dimensions of my meat thermometer, inserting it in a well prepared,
ass-oven. He'd spilled his sauce over his belly, puddles of cum, baking
hard on his searing hot flesh.
   Andre, always polite:
   "Is this seat taken?" And pushed his sex-shaft up my sex-chute.
   Like dominoes, first Andre came in my ass, I came into the young man,
and the guy who'd slipped into my mouth, when I wasn't looking, came in
his latex covered dick, which I held onto with my lips, allowing him to
remove his penis which spurted a second wave of cum on the youngster's
face, gyrating below me, as I brought him to orgasm. All doing the wave,
the speciality of the house. The waiter's came to clean us up, and their
cocks waved us fond goodbye.

   ... I'd give you the address, but Alex insists on a select 
clientele. Give me a call, and if your cute, I'll take you there as 
my guest. Dinner's on me.