Date: Mon, 24 May 2010 09:56:50 EDT
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Bellissimo!

Bellissimo     (c) Alex Carr 2010

Andre was a very successful restaurant owner.,  a chef in his own  right ,
he  calls his place `Andre's Pantry.'

Stefan is a rent boy. (Correction was until he met Andre   read  on>>>)

Andre was one of Stefan's many regular clients - but not exactly for just
one the sexual element. That is why basically Stefan has dropped his other
clients. Andre's rich reward in hard cash is enough for him to live a life
of  luxury now, to choose whoever he wants to bed and to do things because he
wants  to and not just for the money.

But really Andre seems to keep him well happy...

Stefan has unwittingly become an integral part of Andre's success but in
the most unlikely way.
I shall take up the story from this weeks appointment,  always on a Sunday
before the weeks menu's are resolved.
Most important.
Why?
You will see ..

You may probably be in for a few surprises. I was because I am  Stefan  - ,
but I do like to consider I have raised my stature basically much more than
 a mere rent boy.

"Good morning my boy!" Andre always greeted me the same way. "You know I
owe so much to you, I put down the success of my business down to you, the
customers just keep returning, eager to sample the latest Chef's speciality.
The  Magic Mushroom soufflé  we did last week was a real winner by the way
and  you know what, I have had feedback galore, my boy - like the two
regulars, one a  woman and the other a guy - who have both complimented me on the
meal which  added real sparkle to their sex life - and did I know the
mushrooms were an  aphrodisiac?. I simply returned that it is the content that
counts, not  necessarily the main ingredient but that which garnished it. Like
our special  cockaleaky
the other week, I did so enjoy doing that - and the look on  your face when
I stirred you enough to relish the sauce.
"Asked if I could  render the secret of my recipe  I replied it was Chef's
secret ingredient.  Wonderful Huh Stefan?"
"I think maybe you over estimate my part in all this,  you are a great chef
Andre, simply that," I replied humbly.

I loved the way a little bit of his Italian accent came through when he got
 exited. Mama Mia! My boy, you are priceless. You add the flavour and the
richness."
"If only they knew though, what then Andre?"
"They no need to  know, it is our secret, and every chef is entitled to
hold his recipes.  ccockaleaky
lose to his heart, as you are to mine, Stefan."
"But what  about the health inspectors when they come around to visit, what
then,  Andre?"
"It is of no consequence, the restaurant itself is always spotless  and so
are the ingredients in my specialities, and your additions also, all  aptly
cooked and sterilised, but without releasing the flavour, that is the real
secret is it not my boy?"
"You are the chef, I am simply the rent  boy."
"You are much more than that and well you know it - and now I can see  how
what you provide has an aphrodisiac quality. Come to me, Stefan, let me feel
 your magic, you know how I love that."

I stepped over to him, always enjoying his touch, the way he handled me -
and now, with Andre, it was a pleasure and not work. I just stood there,
opening  my legs as he liked me to and relished the touch of his fingers like
he was  preparing a meat speciality,  roiling it with both hands though my
chino's..
"I do love you in chino's and well you know it Huh? You are all I  need my
boy and now I have a bonus too, you enhance my business as well as my
physical needs and wants, you are perfecto!" he said with
that certain hand  gesture that turned me on no end.

"So what is this weeks dish," I asked before he unzipped me.
"Besides  you?" he grinned  seductively.

I smiled saying that was always there when he wanted.

"Shall I taste you first, Stefan my baby, that will give me the inspiration
 I need, the flavour of you, as it always does, and I have something with
rice in  mind for this weeks special;"

It was always so fresh, so new and thrilling with Andre, and the thought
then of what he had in mind with rice as he started to lavish  me through  my
unzipped chino's, cupping my balls so beautifully to enrapture a very
sensual  uprising, then the feel of his warm mouth gulping me, his tongue doing
things,  so wonderful things that only Andre could do to me, those wonderful
sensual  feelings one can never Explain but so real and so good. Andre knew
exactly how  to get the best out of me.

When he was finished and taken my cream he saved every drop in  a  small
container with a top and placed it in the freezer, for later use. Now the
reader will begin to understand that which compliments Andre's dishes. "That
certain indescribable flavour , just a little salty, a wonderfully creamy
texture with the body of an egg white" he always said.

Although I was shocked with the idea when he first told me - it did seem
most bazaar and uncouth - I have to admit with the best intent I would add,
that  the idea of my body juices combined with other ingredients giving
someone  a real tasty meal was quite a turn on. When I first questioned Andre's
intention  he said " why not, we partake in all manner of animal juices
every day, yours is  simply a new addition, a speciality - pork has its own
excusive taste, like beef  and lamb, so why not you?"

"But, Andre, I am no animal, I am human!"
"So? Does it matter? We are  all animals, didn't you know we are related
to chimpanzees?" he laughed
"Yes  but do people eat chimpanzees" I replied cockily.
"Well perhaps they tried  and they didn't like, but they like you my lad I
can assure you, just look at  the bookings for the week, full every night,
and that's your doing!"
"So have  you decided on the dish, you said something with rice Andre yes?"

"Tasting you this morning, it has all come through, chef's Special Andre
Felino's  smoked haddock, duck egg, black cardamom and cumin wild rice with
crispy shallots, quite apt really using cumin wild rice huh Stefan, get my
drift?"

"That's the name of a certain rice then or something you have made  up?"
"Mama Mia! Andre roared, cumin rice is known the world over, but not  mine,
not the way I will concoct it, with the help of you my baby"

When Andre called me that I knew something immediate was to hand, he was
already in the mood that was so apparent, I had grown to read his moods and
with  Andre, (his words,)  killing two birds with one stone in preparing his
special concoction and ingredient and enjoying the sexual connection at the
same  time.

"I see you have come in you very tight fitting boxer shorts yes?"

I loosened my belt, dropped my trousers, anticipating Andres next move.
Then I felt his hand cupping me there again, then feeling the rims of my
boxers  over my thighs. He was happy they were a nice tight fitting which,
besides  showing off my stature in a very sexual way, would also prevent the main
ingredient from seeping through.

I guess by this time I had a good idea what he was intending, similar had
happened before and sure enough he collected a jug full of cooled boiled
rice  from the kitchen which I guess was the cumin rice because he laughed when
he  said " you will need to cumin the rice some more to add the rich
flavour I  require and which the customers will expect okay?"

He said for me just to stand loosely as he stretched out the waist band of
my boxers and poured the rice in.

"It is just the right body temperature not to shock, "Andre advised
obviously enjoying the action, pouring it all into my boxers until empty, then
squelching it around, his hand moving in circles over my boxers.

"It will need to still awhile to ferment, then the full flavour will
emulate.  Belissimo!, we shall enjoy a nice strong masturbate to expel the  final
ingredient yes?"

It all seemed so crazy at the time but the fruits, the wonderful sensual
feelings brought about was delicious. There was I laid out on a bench which
resembles a surgical affair, something that Andre had even gone to great
lengths  to ensure preparation - it was the ultimate to produce the end
product, his very  special dish of the week.

He left me there, leaving the radio on as he disappeared into the kitchen
saying he would be back in about a quarter of an hour, in the meantime I
gently  savoured the feel of rice, smothering my self down there, over and
between, the  feeling was superb, intense, another new experience to add to the
many I had  enjoyed with Andre - and cumin rice - pronounced `koomeen' said
Andre - was  new.

I just relished the experience knowing that soon Andre would come and do
something really nice to me and afterwards, always afterwards - after the
ingredient had been prepared, his wonderfully warm and long `rewarding
jig-a-jig- as he called it - something which in Italian means a fuck  presumably.

True to his word Andre returned, this time in just his white shorts and.
Although like most chefs, being a little podgy - he was still desirable in a
strange sort of way, he had an attractive breakfast basket which always
served  me well but first I knew I would enjoy his very special form of
pampering.

"Just close your eyes and relax now," said Andre - his voice quiet and
subdued as always it was when he was in that sort of mood. "Let me enjoy you
and  give the rice your full flavour" he continued as his fingers gently
started to  move around my being, he prompted me to open wide as he worked the
rice between  my crutch and between my cheeks, it felt so nice as it sort of
squeaked making  me tingle and soon I was in full erection. "That's my boy,
delicious, just what  the chef ordered.  If only my customers knew just how
much we put into  preparation  -the secret is always in the preparation I
have no doubts of  that, feel it encapsulate you, Stefan and just let it all
happen nice and slow  until you are ready to cum - let me stretch you right
back nice and tight, to  expose that beautiful crimson head, that'll give
maximum flavour Mmm!"

He started to massage me firmly with that certain magic jerking movement I
loved so much, me laying there feeling his joy give me joy too as he really
 mulched the rice into me, his hand sliding behind my boxers now to stretch
my  cock back and forward in definite rhythm tic jerks - then  letting his
small finger enter me behind, that so wonderful feeling again as a prelim
to his  deep sensual fuck. I just so much enjoyed being all ass, everything
for him and  felt the surge starting to rise within, that wonderful feeling
when you know the  waterloo is nigh and you are at a point of no return.
Andre new it too, the look  on his face said everything, soon his mission, his
preparation would be complete  and he would place the content in the fridge
until later when he needed it -and  it was soon `Belissimo' again as I so
strongly shot my load, hearing the yell  within myself and the rice moisten
with my delivery.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" said Andre carefully removing my boxer shorts in a
 way to contain the rice inside, down and over my knees and feet so very
carefully - hardly dropping a grain of the completed ingredient for his very
special weeks dish.

Then after delivering it into a basin and into the fridge he returned,
minus his underwear, his lovely surging cock ready to serve me, for the next
half hour I would be the dish of which he would consume of me, sweet Andre
sucking the residue of rice from my being, his tongue and fingers doing those
so  wonderful things that stimulate and want you to scream out for that
hard  throbbing fuck, the language blue to suit the action, his hard cock
entering me  from the back, me perched  and sprawled wide on the edge of his bed,
 receiving his vital statistic, deep and resolute sliding right up inside
me,  feeling so good as he gives me his Chef's all, his breath racing and
panting as  he increases the motion, feeling his hot cock inside me -
stretching and fucking  me in different directions, then me perched on top of his
roving monster,  watching his eyes so lusting and wanting, that certain
exchange when you both  know just how much you need each other, when the climax is
near and complete. It  cums, I feel his grunt with his  powerful surge right
up inside me as he  finally takes me in a scissor mooring, my legs spread
aimlessly over the back of  his shoulders as he gets full penetration of me,
his heavy balls slapping the  sinews of my being.

Later, inviting me to sample his Chef's special, he pointed out just how
much his customers were enjoying it,  the look on their faces said all.

"You have helped me no end to produce something I have wanted for years, my
 boy,"
It did mean something to me, gave me a real spark inside to feel all  those
customers out there were enjoying something of me. Kinky or what? It is
André's doing. I wonder what he has lined up for next week's special.

He was talking about squirty cream. I said with what? - he laughed and
returned "with cock, not a recipe this time I promise, just the sheer pleasure
of enjoying your flavour with the complimentary coupling of squirty cream,
"Now that is Belissimo!"