Cavalier Hall opens

Cavalier Hall opens

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By Richard de Orizaba

I have always said that the area of McAllen/Eagle Pass does not have a decent place to eat. I also have observed that as the area has become more affluent, the viability of a good restaurant is becoming possible. Every time I want to go out to eat or to take a customer or an associate to dinner or lunch I am faced with the same dilemma. I intend to correct all that. I figure that I can open a restaurant and even if it loses money for the first couple of years it will be worthwhile.

For the purpose of launching my endeavor, I contacted my college roommate who is now one of the best chefs in Texas. Dariel was flabbergasted by the concept and drove right down from his Central Texas house to meet with me and discuss the possibilities. I proposed a very simple, yet attractive and fair package. I would pay Dariel almost twice as what he was now earning. I would also give him 49% ownership after two years. This was a win-win situation for both of us. The only obstacle was his wife who was very fond of their homestead in Central Texas. They would have to move and I also made it very appealing by offering them my parent’s old house which I would thoroughly renovate and would be theirs rent free.

I had to make it appealing to Didi, Dariel’s wife. Since I live a lot of the time in New Zealand, They could stay in my house while theirs is getting renovated. I estimated the renovations will take four months but just to be on the safe side, construction being what it is; allowances of two more months are figured in. I had her come with Dariel the following weekend and I threw a dinner party at my house. Dariel and Didi were to be the guests of honor and I invited anybody who was important in McCallen, Eagle Pass and the vicinity. There were a lot of politicians, lawyers, civil leaders and men of business. My bank people were there and the announcement was made of the opening of the restaurant. Everyone was thrilled.

Dariel and Didi would have total autonomy and the authority to conduct both the restaurant building and the remodeling of the house. I wanted them to do their home according to their tastes and sensibilities. With the restaurant I wanted to have elegance and class and reserved the right to final approval but I had already discussed with Dariel some of the features and décor I wanted. Dariel and I were on the same page anyhow.

With the employees, I made the decision that they would enjoy the same benefits that all my other employees shared. That was a big step in the insecure business of restaurants. But I told Dariel that even if the hiring and firing was left up to him that I also wanted to share just in case there might be some unusual situation where we might be legally liable. I also wanted to have attractive people. I thought the waiters should be handsome and clean cut. I figure that if you pay a lot for a meal you should get your eye candy with it. I told Dariel that I would prefer a large gay presence since they tend to give a place class and show extraordinary sensibilities when dealing with the dining public.

There was to be an outdoor dining area where smoking was allowed and we would have conference rooms and banquet facilities. That had yet to be finalized as the architects were still not submitting the final plans. The restaurant would be a good venue to hold fancy banquets and balls as well as weddings and the like. McAllen and Eagle Pass have none of these except a few church oriented large rooms where you can hold receptions for weddings but they are rather stark and lack any class.

Our kitchen staff and the dining room staff would be hired a month before the opening and would receive extensive and thorough training. This is going to assure us the quality of service as well as the superior food I was seeking. One of the only restrictions I was placing was that our wines and only our wines would be featured on the wine list. We have after all a wide selection both from Mexico and from New Zealand. As with everything I do, I strive for the best.
The location was a no brainer; I already owned a nice parcel of land that was zoned commercial just across from Las Aguilas Mall. I would have parking for thirty cars and if I had a big event like a wedding or a banquet there were an additional three hundred plus parking spaces in the mall. We would have valets run across the street and retrieve the cars. These were to be good looking as well.

Before I left for New Zealand I set in motion all the necessary steps to go ahead with the project. Dariel gave four weeks notice and still had to stay an extra week and a half because they could not find anyone to fill his place. The renovations on my parent’s house got under way and by the time I left the inside was totally gutted. No big loss there, the house was like a time capsule from the seventies. Dariel and Didi moved into the mansion two days before I left and it gave me some time to go over possible menu options and dishes. He cooked some of them while I was still there. I also had my part time cook come to work with Dariel. They got along famously and he would become the Sous-Chef.

The stay in New Zealand only lasted four months as I was too involved with the Chinese wineries project and spent a couple of months in China and flew straight home. Upon my arrival in McAllen I was greeted by many pleasant surprises. The renovations on the house were done and Dariel and Didi had already moved in. The construction of the restaurant was pretty far along, all structural, plumbing and electrical work was done and all the permits had passed. The remaining work was mostly cosmetic and the furnishings and hiring of the staff.

Dariel was not one to let sleeping dogs lie. He had already held a lot of interviews and attended a couple of job fairs where he got a number of prospective employees. He was also recruiting out of the culinary schools in Dallas and Houston.

Two weeks after my return he scheduled a marathon job interview session. He got together a bunch of applicants for both the kitchen and the dining room. I had Gelina, my old secretary there as well as Didi who had been at one point in human resources to help out with the interviews. The interviews would be conducted over a period of one week and this was a month and a half before the projected grand opening.

The only set back we were having was with the liquor license. As luck would have it, the dive where I took Hans when I saw him again was up for sale. The price was reasonable and I purchased it just for the liquor license. I would turn the building into a storage facility since it was only a block away from the restaurant.

That week of interviews was incredible. Dariel had lined up a parade of gorgeous yet capable individuals to fill the positions. There were a couple of times when my jaw hit the floor when a stud walked in applying for a position in the kitchen. He could have been Hans’ double. Then another dude who had experience in fine dining as a waiter was also one of my picks. He was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.

I kidded Dariel and said to him that Didi better watch out or she was going to lose him. He assured me that through the years he had worked with men who were just as pretty and he still had not strayed. But in my opinion, Dariel had been in denial all these years and he still had the eye for picking guys. After all, Dariel was the biggest bottom when we lived in the house on Ethridge Street. It was his private life and his business, I will not presume to interfere, but it was good to joke around anyhow. I think Dariel was very amused as well.
The first week before the opening was the most hectic of my life. First we had a dry run or dress rehearsal amidst the construction in the dining room. The kitchen was all finished except for some of the equipment that had not arrived. When I saw the team together I could not believe my eyes. Each and every one of these guys and two gals were devastat ingly beautiful. They were already getting paid while training and I was excited about the prospect of finally getting the restaurant open.

There were already three weddings scheduled for June and one in July. There was also going to be several banquets that had already paid the deposits. The restaurant might even end up making money the first year of operations. I was told that there would be a food critic on the first night we opened. So to cover my bases, I made sure that I invited food critics from the San Antonio, Houston and Dallas papers. It worked. There were five food critics in total at the dry run.

There were some of the waiters that had already cruised me and it was mutual attraction. Then I heard from Dariel that they were all talking about me during break and he overheard two of them arguing as to which one was going to get in the sack with me first. “He would make a damn good husband, I think” the one waiter said to the other; “forget about that, he is one hot guy, have you seen the basket on Richie?” You get the idea.

The dress rehearsal went without a hitch. It all worked like clockwork. I now have doubled my admiration for Dariel. Not only was he a good chef de cuisine, he was great at organizing and running things. I made a good choice.

During the dress rehearsal, I went in the kitchen and pulled kitchen duty. I make it a point to get down to the nitty gritty with all my employees as I would never ask anyone to do anything I would not do myself. I was cutting veggies, helping with the prep work and most of all cleaning up. I am so meticulous when it comes to food preparation. Besides, I wanted to set an example. Never would I risk having a health inspector give us an infraction.
During this preparation in the kitchen, I would come in close contact with the kitchen personnel and also with the waiters. I let Dariel do all the ordering around and I was treated just like any other person. I think this went over big with all of them. Not only did they have a job that paid well and had benefits but the big boss was getting down to business right along side of them. I did have a couple of times when there was bodily contact as we ran into each other. There was this one waiter I had my eyes on and we ran smack into each other as I exited the kitchen. I said: “I am terribly sorry, my fault” and he said: “that was fun; it could be a lot more”.

When the whole thing was over and everything was cleaned, I was exhausted. I just left and went on the parking lot to get in my car. I see a figure in the dark and it was my waiter who ran into me. He had started to walk home. I pulled the car to the side and said: “come on, I will give you a ride, it is too late to be walking alone in the street” He got in, looked at me and I melted. He was pretty and had a very nice build. We got in front of the apartment building where he lived and he asked me if I would like to come up for a night cap. I hesitated because I don’t like to get involved with the employees, but I thought what the hell, I am not living here for half the year and this dude is really hot, maybe something can develop. The fact that I was horny did not help any either. So I accepted.

The guy’s name was Ramón and he was 22 years old. He had the black hair and the penetrating brown eyes with mile long eyelashes which he would flicker at the drop of a hat and followed by a contagious laughter. I came into the apartment and he asked me to sit down. He had a bar pretty well stocked and asked me what I wanted. I told him that a beer would do. He fixed himself something with Tequila and brought me the beer. When he handed it to me, his eyelashes flickered and I knew he was flirting. I asked him if he lived alone in the apartment as it was pretty big. He said that his mother had died last year and he stayed with it as the price was not too high. As he was talking I began to get aroused. I don’t know what it was, first I could see he was good looking, then his body was looking good through the clothes and then he was looking at me the way a guy who wants you in his bed would look.

I thought I would start things up so I started to grab my crotch, doing it as if it was unconscious and not planned. The deal is that Ramón did not miss one movement, his eyes went right to my crotch and my hand stayed there. He then said: “Would you like some help down there?” I did not answer, just opened up my legs a little more and allowed him to make the decision. Ramón went for it; he was standing and then sat next to me on the sofa. His hand traveled to my box and began to caress my genitals over the pants. It felt good. I then got my hand through the semi-open shirt and felt his chest went to his nipples and slightly squeezed and he let out his breath and responded. I began to unbutton his shirt and he squeezed my crotch. By now I had a raging hard-on. I can tell that he was eager to set my monster free, so I told him: “you can take it out, it is big, but it will not bite”

Ramón and I were now standing in the living room he was without a shirt and I was with my pants on the floor. Ramón said that we should go to the bedroom. He was very good looking and as I suspected had a nice body, washboard abs, a tat over his left pec and a cut dick. When Ramón lowered my underwear and set the monster free at last, his eyelashes fluttered and he let out a nervous laugh, commented on the size and said: “boss, that is one big cock you have, it must be hard for you to find someone to take it up the ass” So I said: “you would be surprise how many try and how many can, would you like to try? Do you think you can take it up the ass?” His eyelashes fluttering again, he said: “there is nothing I would like more than to have that big dick fuck my ass”. Now I knew what he wanted. I turned Ramón over and he was on his stomach and I went for his ass after a short episode with his armpits which I could not lick because of the deodorant. But I knew he did not wear deodorant in his ass crack and I was now heading in that direction. First I wanted to feel with both hands his bubble butt. Then I wanted to caress it and kiss it, inching slowly with my mouth until I actually got to his crack and he took and opened it wide open with both hands and then lifted his rear end to give me full access. I knew he had been working and would smell wonderful, he was a clean dude but the activity of the work would make anyone sweat and to me the smell of sweat on an ass or in armpits was like an aphrodisiac.
I rimmed the poor guy until he could no longer stand it. His eyelashes were flickering at a hundred miles an hour. He was primed and ready and begging to get fucked. “Papi, please, put that big cock of yours inside of me, I want it, I want it bad” Ramón was so ready. I fucked him for an hour, always pulling out when I got close. I sucked him twice while I was fucking him and I didn’t cum even when my mouth was full of juice. I was now controlling my ejaculations better. No more Pavlov dogs for me. I finally gave in to my gonads and let them run amuck, and in one gigantic volcanic eruption, my cock spewed all my man juice into Ramón’s ass. How this boy loved what I did to him.

Ramón and I never got it together again because he had found someone. He was in a committed relationship and was very faithful. Too bad, he was a good fuck.

Then there were the two weight lifters. They were a couple. These two were a sight for sore eyes. The two most beautiful body builders and they were an item. They had been together for years. I hired Sam for the bar and soon I met his lover Pacho. Sam and Pacho were both ex-marines. I then hired Pacho for security and to manage the valet parking. Did I do the right thing? They say that lovers or husband and wife should not work together, but in this case they never even saw each other except when some bar patron got too drunk and needed help getting escorted out.

Pacho and Sam were into three ways as I found out one night I stopped by the bar and sat to have a night cap. Since there are no other venues for gay people in the whole area of McAllen/Eagle Pass, the bar became sort of a gathering place on the weekends. Of course I welcomed it. It was a step in the right direction to rid South Texas of homophobia. Sam had called on Pacho to help him escort out this loud queen that had one too many. She became a little rough and all three of us had to help her out. We called a cab and she did not want to go. I paid the cab driver and gave him a tip and said that if she did not want to go home to let her chose between her house or ten miles outside of McAllen. I think she opted to go home.

In the process of forcefully removing the queen out of the bar, Pacho and I made body contact and I felt his hard thighs against my butt. When we came back inside it was closing time already and all three of us the door and sat at a table to have a drink. Pacho and Sam were telling me how they met in the Marines and how they got dishonorable discharges because of the “don’t ask don’t tell” bullshit. I told them that now they had good jobs and did not have to worry about getting fired. I was as gay as a goose and welcomed them into my organization. Then Sam posed the question: “boss, do you ever fuck any of your employees? I said: “rarely, I rather keep business and pleasure separate, but why do you ask, don’t you two have some kind of faithfulness thing going? Then Pacho said: “nah, we pick up a third party once in a while because that way Sam gets to fuck him while I fuck him” He couldn’t have been more specific. I said: “oops, that was more info than I needed to know” and laughed.


Then Sam went further, he was not going to leave it there. He said: “boss, Pacho and I were talking and we thought you were so hot, we were wondering if we could talk you into a three way” My answer was:
“It can be arranged” “Your place of mine”. And off to their house we went. I followed them in my car and we got to one of the new developments in the outskirts of McAllen and they even had a rainbow flag in the front. I came in and they were both all over me while occasionally kissing each other. I was being attacked by two very handsome, very strong macho men. The prospect of being the middle in the sandwich really got me excited. But first I wanted to do a little body worship. I think they almost expected it. To body builders there isn’t a bigger ego trip than to have someone caress and fondle their muscles. I lined them up and would go from one to another. I first touched and cupped their pectoral muscles, carefully caressing their nipples. Then I went for their arms, touching, squeezing. Then I hit them both with my closed fist on their chest. They liked that and it was clear that these boys were hard. I now wanted the armpits, I had them both raise one the left arm and the other one the right. I was licking one armpit and then the other. They liked this too. It was time to travel to the crotch while taking a detour through the washboard stomachs and the belly button. These stomachs were also hard as steel. Both cocks were about seven inches and cut. Neither had big balls. I sucked them both, and even both at the same time. Pacho was just out of his mind and Sam was inching to get me from the back. He grabbed me under the arms and now held me prisoner while Pacho was just licking the hell out of my body. He was tonguing me to death, my tits, my armpits, and my stomach and then he got to my cock. He soon engulfed it with his mouth and Sam was so gently nibbling in my ear and kissing my neck from behind while exerting pressure with his cock on my ass crack. He wanted to fuck the boss. I thought that was daring, but then I thought about it and I welcomed the prospect, as his dick was not so large but large enough to give me pleasure and not any pain.

I guided his cock into the opening and allowed him to penetrate me. It was wonderful! He felt so good and now Pacho was backing up to me and bending over so I could fuck him. These two had changed the routine when they picked up a third party. The idea was that Sam would fuck Pacho and Pacho would fuck the trick. It all went differently as Pacho was so fascinated by the size of my cock that he wanted it up his ass. The sex was fantastic and we all blew our loads at the same time. Once in a while we fool around but it has always been one at a time, never a three way again.

The grand opening took place and just as the dress rehearsal was organized and went smoothly, the opening was a series of mishaps, one after another of all the things that could go wrong, did. It was chaos and mayhem. We got through the night and it was clear that no matter how much preparation, how much you train people, how many precautions you take that something is going to fail, some things go wrong and you even run out of something that is crucial. But we got through and we were all beat up, not any poorer for the experience or any less aware that there was room for improvement.

Dariel was furious at a couple of people on the kitchen staff. They had been given certain responsibilities and they dropped the ball. Then he also made one catastrophic mistake and he admitted it. He ran out of chicken, he ran out of butter and he ran out of tomatoes. So basic, he said to me, and it all could have been avoided if I had been more careful in ordering supplies. I told him not to worry; I was very impressed so far by how everything went.

We had our first wedding Sunday following the opening. And that was an affair to remember. The daughter of the Mayor was getting married and they spared no expense. But we came through and gave them even more than they had contracted. The amount of care and preparation that went on to put on our best foot forward was incredible. We had an ice carver come in from San Antonio, we had all kinds of foods flown in for the meal and most of all, and it was a perfect venue for my wines.

I gave the bride and groom a honeymoon trip as a present. I had them flown first class to New Zealand and stay at my house which was basically empty because Victor would be gone on vacation. This was the icing on the cake; I don’t mean the wedding cake which was done in San Antonio. I took my Rolls Royce out of the garage and had it all detailed and put some flowers in the hood. This they were not expecting either.

Of course I got invited to the wedding and I took Gelina with me as it was a social necessity. She even looked radiant, for such an ugly broad, somehow she managed to pull it together and looked very good.

The thing that I was overtaken with was the handsome men in the wedding party. The groom was not going to be available, but the best man and two of the ushers were absolute killers. Both of them were Anglo and were the groom’s frat brothers. As the evening wore on I caught the best man cruising me and then the one I really liked was also looking my way every time I turned around, our eyes met. Then at one point, I turned and he was looking at me, raised his champagne glass and toasted. Was the toast for me? I guess it was.

I got up to go to the bathroom to pee and I stood in front of the urinal and after I finished, I was shaking my cock and guess who walked in? One of the groomsmen or ushers. This is the one that raised his champagne glass and toasted when our eyes met. I almost knew what was going to happen next. As he stood in the urinal next to me, he started to look down out of the corner of his eye and then I started to get an erection. Now Mr. Usher turned his head and was looking at my cock without hiding or shame. He licked his lips, and I turned a little to let him see my cock standing in attention. His hand went for it and grabbed it. I thought he was going to go down on me but instead he said: Would you like to go somewhere and get that hard on taken care of? ´ “Is there any place we could go?” I said: “wait for me in front after the wedding is over, we will figure something out”

Now we were alone and locked up in the conference room. Our clothes were coming off as fast as a kid unwraps his present Christmas morning. It was a sense of urgency, a sort of hunger for each other’s body. Bryan managed to take off all his formal wear vey fast. I am not so good at those funny buttons on formal shirts and even worse when it comes to putting the bow tie back on. What I saw in front of me fascinated me. This dude had a very nice body, some tats and an uncut cock of impressive size.

Bryan was kneeling in front of me right away as he was so hungry to have my cock in his mouth. I too wanted to go down on him, but I let him suck me first. Then I went to work on Bryan after I pulled out the roll away bed. I laid him down and started to kiss every beautiful inch of his body, stopping long enough to suck his nipples, and I could not go into his armpits because of the deodorant but I kept on going downward licking his fine, well defined stomach and on to his pubes. Here I was able to detect a little bit of a sexy manly scent. I licked his balls and finally after his dick was doing all kinds of up and down thrusts, I got the god damn thing in my mouth. Bryan was moaning and breathing heavily as if he was about to cum. I told him not to cum yet.

I then went back to his balls and raised his legs and he allowed me into his ass crack with my invading tongue. I was rolling it on the sides of the opening and then darting inside. I then put my middle finger and he went bezerk. “ah, ah, oh, yes, yes” so I put two more fingers. “ah, ah, ah, ah, yes,, yes, yes, oh, fuck, yes, yes, fuck it, yes, fuck my ass, please, fuck it, fuck my ass, I want it” And I put the head in and started pumping a little, each time I went in I would push it a little deeper. Bryan was now saying: “ah, ah, ah, oh, fuck, ah, ah, fuck that ass, harder, ah, ah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder” And I sensed that he was going to shoot so I bent over and engulfed his cock with my mouth just in time to catch his manly juice. Bryan came gallons of sweet cum and so did I at that point. No sense in holding it back now, I had his juice in my mouth and was getting such stimulation in my dick caused by his spasms when he came.

I picked up the conference room a little, put the bed back into the sofa and got dressed, well almost, I could not put the necktie back on and my shirt was halfway open. I looked disheveled, tired. But I told Bryan we should have a drink before he left and I took the key and opened the bar area. He was puzzled, he said: “you seem to have a key to every room in the place” I said: “I should, I own it”. Bryan then raised his eyebrows and told me that he had heard about me. He said that he had an affair with a guy named Hans a couple of years back and now he got to meet me. What a small world.

There was this waiter who worked the lunch shift and he was something to behold. His name was Roberto and he was 29 years old. His smile, his face, his body, all told me that I should have him in my bed. He was sweet to me, very friendly and I knew he was gay because Dariel told me that out of the whole crew he hired there were only two who were straight. So Roberto probably was also gay. By the way, Dariel told me that he had heard that out of the twenty guys working for us, only one was a top and that was Sam the bartender. Even Pacho the security/valet guy had been a Marine was a bottom. I did not tell Dariel that I knew that for a fact.

Roberto and I kept giving each other looks during the second day the restaurant opened. I wanted to witness how the operation would work the day after mayhem. Roberto made it worthwhile. He took his time with the customers, never came back to the kitchen empty handed and never left the kitchen empty handed. He had a way with people and you could tell he loved what he was doing. I even questioned whether he was cruising me or if it was that he was just nice to everyone and regaled each and everyone with a smile and made people feel good.
I went past him and he smiled again and I turned around and said to him to come to my office when his shift was over. “Sure boss, I’ll be there” At three Roberto knocked at the door to my little office and I said for him to come in. “Sit down, it is nothing serious. I was watching the way you work and the way you have with people. I really wanted to make sure that you were happy and will never leave us, so I am going to tell Gelina to give you a raise” His reaction was totally unexpected. Roberto said: “Wow, that is nice, but I was hoping you would come on to me, really, that is what I thought would happen, but I am happy with the raise, and I thank you”

Before he could leave the office I said: “Roberto, I would never presume to make a pass at you if it is not welcomed, because if you went to bed with me it would be because you wanted to and not because you have a job and fear losing it”

Roberto then said: “boss, it is just that you are so good looking and everyone says you have a big dick. I wanted to find out for myself” “Really, is that what they are saying?” Come here, I let you find out. Don’t be shy” So I pulled my dick out of my pants and Roberto dropped his jaw. “woah, that is one nice cock, can I suck it?”

I opened my legs wide and I took off my pants and let them drop to the floor. Roberto had no option now. He had started this and now he had to finish it. Roberto tried to suck me but could not for the life of him put it in his mouth. He was just sucking on the tip and the head would not even go in. Roberto then said that he was not really a good cock sucker. I interrupted and told him that I was, and unbuckled his pants and zipped him down to expose his cut cock. Roberto was pretty. Face and body and now I turned him around and saw his pretty ass.

“You like my ass boss? Would you like to fuck it? I was already licking it and rimming his ass when he said that. He leaned over the arm chair and I started to push my cock into him. Roberto was not one to complain. He knew he was going to get it and he was expecting a lot of pleasure. I started to pump away and Robto blew his load. I was able to catch some of it with my hand and brought it to my mouth. I then also shot my load. When I pulled out, my cock was dirty. It was full of shit. It was a good thing that I had that little bathroom adjacent to the conference hall. I cleaned up and Roberto was so embarrassed. He told me he had no idea he was dirty and to please forgive him.
That is where it all ended and Roberto continues to work for me and we had a pretty good Platonic relationship.

Next I like to go to a young valet named Jeff who was absolutely the most. He had the face of an angel and with his blond hair and sweet smile he had me eating out of his hand every time he brought back my car. He knew I was the boss, but that did not make a difference to him. He was not to put on airs or act any different towards me. I kind of sensed it and appreciated it. I knew he was gay and he knew I was gay. Everyone in the operation knew I was gay and it was a relief for all of them because they had a good employer who paid them well and did not care what they did in bed. There was never the danger of losing your job if you were found out. But most of all, I never used my position to impose myself on any of my employees.

One afternoon after lunch, Jeff brought back my car and as I went to give him a tip (yes, I tipped them all) he sort of rubbed his ass against me. He did it deliberately, he had been giving me the eye for a while and I had looked at him admiring his boyish good looks. I asked him when did he get off and he told me at eleven. I asked him if he wanted to meet later for a drink. He said, “Sure, for sure, I would love to” so I gave him my card where I wrote my cell number.
He called me at ten thirty and said that it had been slow and all the cars were gone so they were letting him go earlier. I told him to come over to the house. He didn’t know where I lived or that “the mansion” was mine. When I told him he nearly shit a green brick. “You live there boss? Wow! That is such a beautiful house, I thought that was where Ann Richards lived” I said that I had bought it from her the year before.

Jeff got to my house in less than ten minutes. He knocked and I let him in wearing just a bathrobe and he was in awe at the beauty of the place. I told him to relax, make himself comfortable, so he took off his shirt. No doubt to show one of his best features: his torso. The kid was built, thin but muscular, a little on the skinny side but solid nevertheless. He had on blue jeans; I suppose he changed because the dress code is black trousers, white shirts and a red vest and bow tie we provide.

He liked bourbon on the rocks with a splash of water. I fixed myself a black Russian and we sat out on the patio. I had complete privacy and my houseboy was long gone to sleep and even if he was up the garage was more towards the front and you could not see the back yard from his apartment. Even if he did, the worse that could happen is that we have a three way and that is ok by me.

Jeff took the drink, toasted and said that he was glad I had noticed him because he had noticed me since day one. Mind you, I was a good twenty years older than Jeff and I was thrilled that he found me attractive. I am the eternal vain creature. I like it when good looking guys come on to me because they are turned on by me. I think that when I get older I am going to miss that part of life the most. If you can no longer attract other people I think you suffer, particular if you are as vain as I am.

Jeff then made the first move. He reached over and put his hand on my chest through the open house coat. His hand was cold from holding the drink and I jumped. “Oh, I’m sorry; it is cold, isn’t it?” So he leaned over, opened up my coat a little more and placed his lips on one of my nipples. “There, isn’t that better?” I said: “don’t stop, keep going that felt real good” so Jeff started to suck my nipples. Then went to my armpits and he had an armpit thing also. By now my robe was completely open and my dick was just standing there, fully erected waiting for Jeff to suck it.

Jeff went for it with deliberate resolve as if he had not seen a dick in years. He was good and could take it all the way down my throat. He even knew how to do the gargling technique. I then reached around and got into his ass with my saliva-wet fingers. Jeff shook and let out sounds: “mmm, mmmm, mmm” but kept sucking. I thought he would make me cum without being able to fuck him, so I pulled out my dick and went for his. I wanted to show him that I also knew the gargling technique.

“Oh, boss, oh, oh, you are good, oh, oh, oh, I think I’m gonna cum, oh, oh, oh, I’m cumming, oh, oh, oh, shit, there it goes! Oh, Jesus Christ, oh oh, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” And Jeff blew a thick stream of very tasty cum into my mouth. I did no different; I was shooting mine all over his leg. It was over for now, but we went to sleep in each other’s arms and Jeff woke me up in the middle of the night sucking my cock. Just like in the good old days! Now he backed into me and my dick went into his asshole as I lay sideways. He was doing all the work. Within a couple of minutes, I got on top and started to pump away. Jeff was not a bad fuck either. He started to make the same noises as before and he would soon cum. When I felt that it was the point of no return, I too shot my wad into his pretty ass.
The next morning we hung around the house and Jeff and I went swimming, we watched television from bed and went at sex a couple of times more. He showered and left for work. I stayed and fixed myself something light to eat and slept until the next day.

The restaurant was the rave of the food critics, the wines won a couple medals and we were now competing with the big boys. Our production of wines was substantial and impressive. I was very happy with the restaurant and in eight months we started to go on the black. We were booked solid for the next year in banquets and weddings and every night the bar was crowded, the restaurant seating to capacity with two turn-overs per night. Life was good.