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Catering with Benefits (2) - Second Course - 15. HAVE YOU STARTED WITHOUT ME?

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On Jared’s first night off, the boys headed out early evening for dinner off the property. As they arrived Jared asked “Can we take a table outside in the garden?”

“Why are you feeling romantic?”

“No, it’s not that, but I don’t want our conversation to be overheard.”

“Why what are you going to talk about?”

“Mrs.P”.

They ordered drinks and asked the waiter to come back later for their food order.

“What do you want to discuss about Mrs. P.?”

I want to tell you about the first night and also ask you about some other aspects. Are you ready for that?”

“Yeah, I’ll try to be tough.”

“Good man.”

“So tell me what happened when you went up to her sitting room?”

“She asked me to open and pour the champagne. Then she invited me to sit and we drank. I remembered your advice and only sipped mine. She just asked some general questions about my previous work and had I done this before. I asked her if I could remove my vest and she told me she would like that. Then after a few more minutes she said she wanted to see what else I had to offer, so I topped up her glass and then removed my pants, leaving me wearing just my tight boxers.”

“I stood before her, put my hands on my hips and asked if she approved. She just nodded slowly and said nothing. I fixed my gaze on her and started to rub my hands over my chest and slowly down to my shorts. I put one hand in a little and then withdrew it and continued caressing my midriff, then back to me chest. She smiled a little, so I raised my arms and put my hands behind my head, causing my biceps to flex to full size. Then I slowly moved my hands south, in a manner that indicated they were heading to my shorts. This time I went in deeper and pulled the shorts down enough to reveal a little of my pubes, but nothing more. I continued alternating between caressing my body, flexing my abs and pulling my shorts down, a little more each time until my shaft was just showing. Then I let the shorts return to normal position. All the time I kept looking straight into her eyes. I noticed her start to move a little in her seat. Her hips went slowly from side to side as she was clearly interested and I guess her juices were beginning to flow.”

“I thought by now she deserved to see what she was paying for so I slowly started to rip my shorts apart. I had previously put a little nick in the waistband so I could tear them apart. As they peeled away from my body my half erect penis popped out. I caressed it and immediately it began to rise. As it rose I put my hands on my hips and let it do its thing. All the time I kept my gaze on her so she knew it was her that was making it rise.”

“Then I alternated my hands, one on my jewels and one behind my head. Then changed and did the same with the other hand, so that she had to look over my entire body to decide if she preferred muscles or cock. With my hands on my butt I did some hip and pelvis movements, then I turned side on to her so she could see the profile of my butt and penis. I turned again so that I was facing away from her and did some butt movements, alternating flexing of my butt cheeks. By the time I turned back she was gesturing towards the door that I assumed led to her bedroom.”

“I went over to her, took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom and towards a chair. She sat and I went to the bed. I had a few more movements I wanted to show her before inviting her to join me in bed. I lie on the bed face down and worked my glutes while I ground my penis and balls into the bed, rolling from side to side, butt up and down slightly. I continued flexing and grinding until I was almost ready to come myself, so I slowed. I lifted my head, held my weight on my elbows and turned to look at her. I gave her a big smile that was an invitation for her to join me. But she remained seated. Then I rolled onto my back, one hand behind my head and the other slowly working its way down my abs and into my pubes, then a little more caressing of my jewels. I pushed my penis forward and let go so that is snapped back against my body so hard, she could hear the sound of the slap. I did this a couple of times and then I moved both hands to my pecs and started working my nipples. This kept me hard longer and also indicated to her that this was something I liked and would maintain a hard cock.”

“After that I did some more pelvic rolls and flexing of my penis so that it was waving to her begging her to come and get it. Finally I rose from the bed, and pulled back the covers. I lowered the lights so that they were barely on. I thought this would give her some privacy if she wanted to undress. Instead she went to her dressing room and returned a few minutes later in a negligee. She lay beside me on the bed and started to caress my body”.

“Then what happened?”

“Thomas, I’m surprised you even asked. You should know a gentleman never tells.”

“Gentleman, be buggered. You’re her stud I’m her employee and your pimp. I don’t think gentlemanly protocols apply here.”

“Wow, you’ve changed since this morning when you said you were not ready for that yet.”

“Just taking a professional interest in my employer’s welfare.”

“And your own, I can tell by the look in your eyes you’ve got an erection, haven’t you?”

“Well your description of your strip was very graphic.”

“Well, after the strip, we got into bed and it was pretty much just straight vanilla missionary stuff after that. I did not want to experiment on the first night.”

“Or set the bar too high so early.”

“Yeah, that too; but I have some ideas I want to run past you.”

Thomas caught the eye of the waiter and they ordered their food.

“In early morning conversation, while she was talking about ordering her breakfast she did mention that she really likes fruit.” said Jared.

“I think that’s true but what’s the point?”

“I want to introduce some surprise elements for her so I need to know her likes and dislikes so I can cater appropriately.”

“You’re supposed to be her lover not her cook.”

“What I mean is I want to use her favourite things to make sex interesting; for example, I was thinking of taking some fruit to bed with us and use it in novel ways.”

“I’m interested, go on.”

“I was thinking of stuffing her with strawberries and grapes, then ask her if she would like me to serve her some fruit. I would retrieve a berry or a grape from her with my tongue and lips, eat one myself and then offer one to her. What do you think?”

“Is this a variation on your tampon trick?”

“I suppose you could say that, except I would be sharing with her. Sort of vagina to my lips to her lips.”

“You are inventive, I must give you that. Look I really have no idea if she would like it or not, but if you want to give it a try, I can’t see her having a big problem and if she does she will quickly tell you so and you will have learned something about her.”

“Thanks, I’ll give it a try.”

“Any other tricks you have in mind?”

“Yes, actually I have. How about I fill her with cold whipped cream from one of those pressurised dispensers, then I insert myself into the cream, withdraw and offer her the chance to lick the cream off my dick.”

“I’m beginning to get a bit jealous.”

“About not doing these things with you?”

“No, about not having a vagina.”

“Can’t help you there, mate.”

“Oh I just remembered one thing that Marcel told me about her. Do you know she can tighten her vagina and squeeze your dick? He said she was so good at it that she can lock your dick in there until she releases.”

“No, I guess she’s saving that one for another night, but I’m now looking forward to it.”

“I’ll bet you are; it used to send Marcel crazy. Every time she did it he would tell me the next day with a huge smile on his face.”

“That gives me an idea. I’ve not told her yet about my fetish for pain. If she likes to be involved, I wonder if I could get my balls into her and let her squeeze me as tight as she can. That would be amazing.”

“Hey, I think you are forgetting one thing here. The purpose of this is for you to please her, she is the customer. It’s not for her to please you.”

“I know that, but she would get some satisfaction as well from her partner being pleased, I’m sure.”

“Anyway, enough talk of vaginas and such, my meal will be here soon and I don’t want the taste of fur in my mouth while I’m eating my steak.”

“Oh the gay boy is upset by the talk about pussy, right?”

“Just saying, what else can we talk about?”

“How about, who you are sleeping with these days.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but the answer is nobody.”

“Touchy! Can’t get a man or saving yourself for me?”

“Would it do me any good if I was saving myself?”

“Probably not, but what about your threesome partners; no return invitation there?”

“I’ve been chastising myself so much about that, I forgot about going back to them. Thanks for reminding me. Now that I’ve nothing to lose I might as well try them again.”

“Glad I could be of help. Oh, here comes dinner. Have you got the taste of fur out of your mouth yet?”

“Yes, it’s been replaced with salt, tequila and lemon”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

***

After dinner the boys returned to the house and retired to their own rooms. After having spent the whole evening with Jared and the mention of Justin and Craig, Thomas was left feeling really horny. He thought about forcing himself upon Jared, but resisted and decided to call Justin instead.

“Hello Thomas, why are you calling so late?”

“Late, is it, I hadn’t noticed... sorry.”

“Well what can I do for you?”

“I’m glad you put it that way as there is something I need.”

“What’s that mate?”

“You...and Craig as well if he’s available.”

“Craig’s right here beside me, we just got into bed.”

“And without me, what are you two up to?”

“Nothing yet, but where is this conversation going Thomas?”

“Oh I was hoping I could pop over and join you two. Remember how much fun it was last time, and we said we should do it again?”

“I remember, but it was you who said that, not us.”

“So you don’t want a return engagement tonight?”

“Certainly not tonight and besides I think we are out of tequila.”

“Ah you do remember, don’t you? Even without tequila it could still be fun.”

“I don’t think so Thomas.”

“Tell me are you naked, and Craig too?”

“Yes, we’re naked.”

Craig gave up making hand signals at Justin and interrupted “What are you and Thomas up to Justin?”

“Oh, just chatting.”

“Is that the lovely naked Craig I can hear in the background?” asked Thomas.

“Yes it is, but I should go now.”

“Not before you tell me what you two are going to do when I hang up.”

“I don’t think I should do that Thomas.”

“C’mon be a sport and give your good ol’ friend Thomas a little thrill. I won’t tell anyone else. You know I love you both. I’ll settle for that if you won’t let me come over and join you.”

Craig was getting frustrated with only hearing one side of the conversation and demanded, “Hang up Justin, he sounds like he’s drunk.”

“But you can’t hear him, wait I’ll put it on speaker and we can all talk.”

“What a great idea.” enthused Thomas, “Now we can be a threesome again.”

“Thomas, it’s Craig here, I think you should go to bed.”

“That’s exactly what I want to do, but it’s lonely in my bed, I want to join you two. I will lie in the middle and you can fight over my body.”

“I don’t want your body Thomas,” said Craig “and I doubt Justin does either.”

“Oh so unkind, I know I can’t match his muscles but my dick is bigger, doesn’t that count for something?”

“I really hadn’t noticed Thomas.”

“Oh that really hurts, and I thought we were friends. No, more than friends, we have been lovers.”

“I don’t think a little afternoon delight, as you called it, qualifies as love Thomas.”

Justin re-entered the conversation “Now stop it you two, before one of you says something you’ll regret.”

“You tell him Justin, he’s being very nasty to little ol’ Thomas.”

“He’s just telling it like it is.”

“Maybe you’re right Justin, I won’t come over but I would like to take you up on your offer of phone sex.”

“It wasn’t an offer Thomas merely an observation given your conversation.”

“Just the same; how about it?”

Craig was shaking his head side to side so Justin leaned over and whispered in Craig’s ear so that Thomas could not hear.

“Why has it all gone quiet boys, have you started without me?”

“No Thomas we haven’t started, but tell you what, we will leave the phone on the side table and you can listen, but don’t speak. Is that a deal?”

“I suppose so...oh I mean fabulous.”

Justin added, “and remember, this never happened as far as anyone else is concerned.”

“My lips are sealed as tight as your little arse my man.”

Thomas switched his phone to speaker, put it on his bedside table, stripped and lay on his bed listening to the phone.

“Come here you sexy beast and tickle my tonsils with your tongue.”

Thomas lay there visualising what he could hear.

“Now lie on your chest and spread ‘em.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Tickle your prostate with my tongue.”

Thomas’ cock began to lengthen.

“Oh man that feels great, don’t know how you can reach in so far.”

“I’ve only just begun to explore your internals. Now spread wider while I lube you and my hand. You’re a bit tight tonight; I will have to work you harder and more often to get you wider.”

“I’m ready for it, come inside me now.”

“OK, I will start with two fingers... now three... now four”

“Oh, I’m feelin’ it so much.”

“That’s good; you are relaxing more now, so here comes my whole hand.”

Thomas thought to himself, bloody hell is there anything these guys are not into.

“Oh Justin my love, that feels great, reach in and grab my heart.”

“Just a moment while I lube my arm; I think up to the elbow tonight. Do you want that?”

“Oh yes, reach right up there as far as you can.”

Fucking hell, thought Thomas, can they really do that.

“Oh my god that feels good, how far in are you?”

“Nearly up to my elbow, you certainly are receptive tonight.”

“Go for it my love.”

“I just had an idea; you know we should have invited Thomas over tonight.”

“Why?”

“I just realised I have a spare hand; wouldn’t it be great if you two lay side by side and I reached up into both of you at the same time.”

“Sounds great, I wonder which one of us could accommodate you the most.”

Thomas winced at the image that was forming in his mind and then felt knots forming inside him.

“I don’t know, Thomas seems a pretty out there type of guy, he probably has more experience at this. Maybe he could teach us a few tricks.”

“Well he’s on the phone, why don’t you ask him to come over now.”

“What a great idea. Are you there Thomas? ... Hello Thomas can you hear me? We would like you to come over and join our fisting session. Thomas, Thomas...”

“Why don’t you pick up the phone with your spare hand, maybe he can’t hear us?”

“Hello Thomas can you hear me...there’s no answer Craig.”

Justin looked at his phone which advised ‘Call Ended’.

“Oh what a shame, it looks like he hung up on us.”

The two firstly smiled at each other and then started rolling around their bed in fits of laughter. By the time they stopped laughing, Justin had tears rolling down his cheeks and Craig was complaining of pain in his stomach muscles.

Next chapter - Going to Work with Mum.
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That was different.  I have NEVER had a desire for fisting.  But I think they got their point across to Thomas that they are interested in a repeat threesome any time soon.

Sometimes, @Wombat Bill -- you have a delightfully droll sense of humor.  I mean that in both the American and British versions of the word meaning of droll found at dictionary dot com (to see the British definition, keep scrolling down and eventually the British definition shows up).

Thomas need to better control himself or he will be in trouble with multiple persons.

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Thomas needs to learn control or he will never settle down with a fella. That fisting certainly put Thomas off Justin and Craig.

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The fisting scene was very, very funny @Wombat Bill. @ReaderPaul is I think correct, you do have a droll sense of humour, one which I as a fellow Australian share and appreciate. @ReaderPaul I grew up on a staple diet of British comedy on TV and I daresay @Wombat Bill did too, which is likely why we have a sense of humour more closely aligned to that of the British than of Americans. As a youth, particularly pre-teen, we certainly had American TV shows which were popular such as The Brady Bunch, Batman, The Flinstones, Bewitched and The Beverly Hillbillies, but comedies were generally best served British. As an adult in my 20's and 30's I was not an avid watcher of TV, but my observations are that this was still the case, with comedies like Absolutely Fabulous, French & Saunders, The Young Ones and Mr Bean being very successful in Australia. In more recent times I have no idea as I have not regularly watched TV for many years now, in fact, not at all for the last 2-3 years..

Thomas' desperation was embarrassing, in his contact with Jared, but more so with Justin and Craig. I think Thomas needs to distance himself from Jared as he, Jared, is certainly NOT the person he initially appeared to be. My opinion of Jared has plummeted even further; he is insensitive, patronising, self-centred and egotistical, all very unpleasant characteristics. In hindsight I think Thomas' threesome did him a favour, before he invested too much time and love in a relationship which would eventually have failed. Jared may be beautiful to look at, but for now that is where his beauty seems to end.

 

 

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1 hour ago, ReaderPaul said:

That was different.  I have NEVER had a desire for fisting.  But I think they got their point across to Thomas that they are NOT interested in a repeat threesome any time soon.

Sometimes, @Wombat Bill -- you have a delightfully droll sense of humor.  I mean that in both the American and British versions of the word meaning of droll found at dictionary dot com (to see the British definition, keep scrolling down and eventually the British definition shows up).

Thomas need to better control himself or he will be in trouble with multiple persons.

 

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22 minutes ago, ReaderPaul said:

I don't know why the above posted again.  

@ReaderPaul in your first posting the word NOT was omitted. I assumed when reading your comment it was meant to be there. Your second posting has corrected the omission. i like your sense of humour too. 

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Ah,now @ReaderPaul's comment makes sense. And I just worked out how to do that @ thing for user names. 

Thanks guys for all your comments and reactions. The motives and the consequences of our characters' actions seem to be very closely scrutinised here. 

Yesterday, I wrote a new chapter that fits into the story about 10 chapters forward. It was a great example of how characters have a life of their own. I started the chapter with definite ideas about what was going to happen. BUT the conversation between two people went in an entirely different direction and consequently a totally different result. Bloody characters, I wish they'd stick to the script and stop adlibbing.  :lmao:

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1 hour ago, Wombat Bill said:

Ah,now @ReaderPaul's comment makes sense. And I just worked out how to do that @ thing for user names. 

Thanks guys for all your comments and reactions. The motives and the consequences of our characters' actions seem to be very closely scrutinised here. 

Yesterday, I wrote a new chapter that fits into the story about 10 chapters forward. It was a great example of how characters have a life of their own. I started the chapter with definite ideas about what was going to happen. BUT the conversation between two people went in an entirely different direction and consequently a totally different result. Bloody characters, I wish they'd stick to the script and stop adlibbing.  :lmao:

I have only recently worked out how to use the @ for names too @Wombat Bill so have been OD'ing on using it. It was either @ReaderPaulor @chris191070 who had used it in a comment, which prompted me to fiddle around and work out how it is done. I find it a little pernickety at times, but generally get there in the end.

I am always amused when authors refer to their characters hijacking a conversation or scene and taking it in a different direction. The author of a story I enjoy on another site invariably makes exactly the same statement in his semi-regular newsletter to which I have subscribed.. I wonder if professional authors have similar experiences? Perhaps it is part of your "gift"?

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Oof, lol Thomas does not know how to take no for an answer when he’s horny & lonely. I think I’d like to see him introduced to Mother sometime. 😉 Jared...TMI buddy especially with your ex even if he is your pimp now. Dang, that’s a sentence ain’t it. 🤦🏻‍♂️ 

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