FAME AND FORTUNE IS RAINING ON MY FRIEND EDUARDO…HIS RESTAURANT HAS BECOME ONE OF THE MOST POPULAR EATERIES IN SOUTH BEACH
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By Kevin McLean
There is no particular night that is good to go to Eduardo’s restaurant “Timbales” because there is always a waiting list. At times there are lines waiting outside even just for a chance to get seated. Not having a reservation is a bummer but when it comes to Timbales, it is almost impossible to get in unless you made reservations two and sometimes even three weeks in advance.
I have never pushed the issue because I know if I call Eduardo he will seat me no matter what, but I feel kind of guilty to abuse his friendship. Yesterday he called me and left me a voice message. He remembered my birthday was today and he said that he would not take no for an answer…he expected me there at 9 for my spanking and a meal.
Who am I to argue? The guy has a 14 inch cock that I just love to have up my ass. If I go, there is a good possibility that Eduardo will ask me to stay until closing time and then take me home and fuck me…I can’t think of a better birthday present.
The name “Timbales” refers to a dish that is sort of a cake but can be made with vegetables, fish, lobster or other ingredients. It is carefully molded and served as one very elegant dish. Eduardo has quite a few of these on the menu and thus the name of the restaurant.
However, in the Cuban slang the word “timbales” refers to the male genitalia as it also means a drum like musical instrument very much a part of Cuban music. So that by naming his restaurant “Timbales” I am sure that Eduardo had his oversized cock in mind and not so much the food. Good for him. The restaurant is divided into two sections: one is strictly French gourmet and the other side is international cuisine; either one is packed each and every day the restaurant is open. They are closed on Mondays and my birthday fell on Sunday. So I showed up at the time he had indicated and the maitre d then brought me back to a small area, in a recess between the kitchen and the dining room. This is the chef’s table and very few privileged people ever get to sit there. I was just flabbergasted and honored.
I could see into the kitchen from my vantage point, the seat reserved for the guest of honor and next to it the Chef’s chair…in this case, Eduardo made sure it was a throne like thing to remind everyone who was boss. The kitchen was from what I could see, extremely small; microscopic if you ask me. I don’t know how Eduardo and five other people can even move in there let alone work. But it seems to work because at the very least, it functions like clockwork.
The courses kept coming and coming; each was better than the last. In the meantime the buzzing of the waiters and bus boys In and out of the kitchen was worse than I could possibly imagine; this is one hell of a busy place. Being seated at that table you get to see all the activity and it was kind of like the entrance to a bee hive.
After Eduardo sent the last course, he came over and sat down and they brought him a plate and he ate it with me. When he was done, the staff came with a cake and one candle and sang “happy birthday”. That was unexpected. Then Eduardo toasted me with some Chateau Margaux and he asked me to stick around after dinner because he wanted to take me home. Of course I agreed because that is exactly what I wanted in the first place.
Eduardo went back in the kitchen and I stepped outside of the restaurant for a smoke. I came back in, went to the restroom and sat back down at the chef’s table and some very nice Porto was consumed. Eduardo would come back every now and then until closing time. As the last of the seated customers were leaving, so were the waiters and bus boys that had straightened out the dining rooms and were departing one by one. The only ones left were the maitre d and the waiter who had served that table. Soon they were gone and Eduardo and I were left alone in the restaurant.
He went to lock the front door and when he came back he said: “ready to go, birthday boy?”
Me: “oh, yeah, this is one of the best birthdays ever, thank you Eduardo”
He went into the office put away the money in the safe and then went to the bathroom. When he came back he was already dressed in street clothes and looked terrific to me.
He had on a wife beater with a very large cross, he wore a cap and the dreadlocks sticking out in back, he looked more like a bad boy thug than a famous chef…but eye candy nevertheless. It was at that moment that as I got up from the table he came from behind, embraced me and started to kiss my neck. As he was squeezing me, I felt the monster…Eduardo’s cock was rubbing against my ass and when I turned my head he kissed me passionately. At that moment, my legs felt weak, my arms had no strength and I surrendered to him right then and there.
That is when Eduardo said: “you know Kevin, you think you are getting a birthday present, but the one who is actually getting something really special here is me…I am getting to fuck the best ass in Miami and one of the very few people who can actually take my big cock all the way, so go figure who the present is really for”
That was like music to my ears, and he turned me around and began to undress me; he too started to shed his clothes and it was then that I realized why I liked Eduardo so much. The guy was uninhibited, his smile was generous and sweet, and when you looked at him he always gave you the impression that there wasn’t a mean bone in his body; but when he undressed and you saw the hairy, bushy armpits and the pubic hair, then that enormous cock of his you knew you wanted this stud.
Eduardo knew what I wanted so he raised his arms and guided my head towards his chest. After some nipple nibbling I was in heaven. Eduardo had the smell of food and a masculine scent all mixed in as well. His armpits had that lingering macho scent and flavor and the cock was now alive and engorged with blood, standing up at attention, ready to go and win the battle…the battle that was going to be lost by my defenseless pucker.
Although I was not expecting it, we continued the love making until it was obvious that we were going to fuck right then and there. I went down on my knees and just as before, any attempt at putting that big thing into my mouth would prove futile. I could get the head in but that was just about it. Eduardo did like that, I think he knew that a blow job was not going to happen and after he let me worship the monster for a little bit; then sucked it some more; he then turned me around and I knew what was next.
He ran into the kitchen briefly and he actually had rubbed some olive oil on his cock. He said: well I didn’t have any lube, so I put some olive oil…I hope you don’t mind…in any case, if you change your mind about getting fucked…you can always eat it” and we both laughed.
Glistening with the oil, I see this gigantic piece of meat and I too had doubts about putting it all in my ass. But I had done it before countless times and had proven to be some of the best fucks in my life, so Eduardo sat down and I straddled him facing him and began the process of sitting on his cock. The head went in without incident or much pain. I was more than ready to receive it…but as it began to travel inward, I began to build up some discomfort. It was also the pressure of the cock displacing my lower intestinal track to accommodate it. That is when he reached that hurdle and the mother fucking pain just invaded my body…no it wasn’t the kind of pain you feel when you have a toothache or a bump on your elbow…no, this kind of pain carries with it some pleasure so it is undistinguishable from pain caused by injury. It is pain nevertheless but how much I like that kind of pain…it was to be that it took me a good five minutes before I could even move up and down, but Eduardo was more than patient…I am sure he has faced this a thousand times before.
I then began to make these short and quick up and down jumps and I could feel his cock throbbing. I increased the pace and it began to feel good. It wasn’t long before I started to do partial squats as the huge dick was coming almost all the way out of my ass as I went up and when I went down it would sink into the depths of my body and soul.
Eduardo was indeed horny. He told me so during one of his quick pit stops during dinner. He said to me: “Kevin, you know what you are doing to me, don’t you? You are milking my cock and going up and down on it getting it all the way in…very few people can actually do that…and you are giving me such a sensation that I don’t think I can hold it much longer…you are going to make me cum, Kevin”
As soon as he said that I increased the pace and Eduardo began a very explosive ejaculation into my ass…Eduardo came in buckets, I had experienced it before and this time was no different…I felt not only the fullness of his erection inside, throbbing with every stream of jizz being ejected but I also felt each pulsation as they met mine when it was obvious that at the very moment he shot his wad I had an anal orgasm followed by one in the front.
I collapsed on top of Eduardo but his cock remained inside, unable to go flaccid, we stayed like that for a few minutes, melding our bodies into one, the messy cum just surrounding his cock and then he began to move again, this time it was he who made the short, fast strokes. These thrusts became larger and the distance his cock traveled in and out of my ass was increased…and guess what? Eduardo shot his wad one more time, from the same hard on, less than ten minutes after the first ejaculation.
This time we were more than beat…he asked me to please spend the night with him, the restaurant was closed the next day and we could sleep in late, perhaps go to brunch. I accepted and we went to his apartment on North Bay Village…there on the tenth floor overlooking the Intracoastal and the Miami skyline we sat on the terrace and held on to each other as the full moon was decreasing in size from the gigantic blood red medallion when it was closer to the horizon to a silver little coin hung in the starry sky.
Eduardo and I have always been close. Out of the blue he would call me and ask me to come over. He has even said it: “You know Kevin; if you weren’t such a whore I would easily fall in love with you”
Me: “Eduardo, I could easily love you too…you are the sweetest man I know…but can you imagine you trying to fuck me every night with that monstrosity? Every time you fuck me I walk funny for days…and we both laugh.
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