14 comments/ 21337 views/ 32 favorites Boner's Ribs & Special Sauce Pt. 01 By: GoodTimesStrangerAdventures 18+ Adults Only. This story is a work of fiction. Enjoy Responsibly. ***** "Wait, what's the Apron for?" * * * In retrospect, I should have known something was up. I was out looking for some part time work. Nothing long term mind you. I just needed a little extra cash between normal pay checks. It was a hot summer afternoon. And I was hungry. I saw a rib joint along a country highway. It was more than a mom and pop place but not up to the "high quality" of a Hooter's or Twin Peaks. The sign read "Boner's Ribs and Special Sauce." Well not exactly original, but what the hell right? It was the kind of place that truckers mix with off duty cops, lunch time military guys and the occasional hunters during season. "It was a real "man's" kinda of joint. The front was enclosed and featured big screen tv's and the usual sports fare. But there was also a back portion that was open air. It had a tin roof for the rain but was pretty basic in design. It had both long wooden tables and a few rounded ones with high bar stools. Each table was adorned with a long orange table cloth that concealed the lower part of the tables. The back portion looked out into a wooded area that cast a nice shade into the open air deck. The sound of crickets and cicadas chirping and chatting echoed off the tin roof in the evening hours. It was a relaxing kind of place. I was walking up and noticed two things: good looking country girls wearing VERY SHORT denim shorts and a help wanted sign in the window. At that point, I could have gone for either. I started walking into the entrance of the back deck when a pretty girl saw and stopped me. "You don't want to go back there do you?" I looked back at her, stopped and thought up a clever response. "Oh you want me up front?" I smiled and added, "Is it closed or something." "No it's open." She said. "I just figured you'd be more comfortable in the air conditioning." "And..." "And?" I replied. "Nothing." She just smiled. "Sit where you like." I though better of it, and decided to take the advice of this long legged brunette. "Lead the way," I said and followed her into the front section. It was basic but nice inside. There were a few more girls like "Katie" the brunette I met, but none were quite as captivating. She had that perfect mix of bouncy curly hair that gets a touch a frizz in the summer humidity, long tan legs, nice boobs and an ass to die for! And her southern accent pretty much put my cock in a ready position. I was sufficiently smitten as I ordered a half rack and a beer. I chatted and flirted with Katie for a good 20 minutes while I ate and relaxed a bit. As I flirted I could see the beads of sweat and condensation beading up between her breasts. When she bent over to collect the peanut shells from the floor with a dust pan I got a clear view of her pussy, or at least her outer lips poking out against her tight cut offs. I was in heaven. She looked back at me and caught me looking. She smiled a wry smile and gave me a little wiggle as she crossed back across the room. "I told you you would enjoy this side more" she said. I picked up my jaw and tried to straighten out my hardening cock in my jeans. Just as she said her provocative comment I noticed a couple of hunters arrive and head toward the back room. Right after them a big rig stone hauler pulled into the gravel parking lot and I watch a couple more guys head back as well. Now I was confused. On the one hand, I was full of ribs, at least one beer, and this sultry southern belle was making my stop very memorable. But why wasn't I invited the back? Was I not as good at the truck drivers? Or the hunters? Or...now...the loggers...? Wait, what in the hell? Not only was I not invited back there, but they were ALL going to the back. Not a one was coming to the front? Clearly they didn't know about Katie and her excellent service! My thoughts were interrupted as Katie slammed down my next beer. "You look empty." I looked at my other mug. She was right. I had finished the first beer. "Hey, uh, Katie." I managed, "I saw a help wanted sign in the window. Are you guys hiring? I'm open to pretty much anything I said." "Anything???," She replied. "Well, yeah" I answered again puzzled. "You know, like dishwasher, cook, whatever." "Well," she said as she leaned in to me so close I could feel her heat and practically taste the sweat on her tits and neck. "We do have an opening, for the back deck. But I don't think its something you would want to do." Wait, again with the back deck? What is so exclusive about the damn back deck! "I'm just looking to make a little extra cash you know" I said. "Maybe some tips?" She smiled a broad and deep smile, a knowing smile. Her red lips looked SO good as you slowly mouthed out her next words. "So you would like to get some extra cash?" I nodded. "Maybe UNDER the table?" She said. I should have stopped right there, I should have caught the intonation in her voice. But I was two beers and a half rack in and I missed it. Completely. "Yeah." I said and shrugged. Katie leaned back, smiled, and winked. "Give me a minute, okay Sugar." And with that she disappeared into a back office that was between the two halves of the building. She was gone maybe five minutes and returned with a friendly looking older guy in overalls. "Hey," The man said. "Name's Earl. Boner's is my place." He reached out a strong hand and I shook it. "Nice to meet you Earl. I'm Jack." "Jack, Nice handshake. You must work out." I smiled and nodded. "Yes sir." "Well that's fine. Katie tells me you are looking for a job? That right?" "Yes sir." "I like that Jack. You seem very respectful. I do have a job that needs filled. It's sweaty, hot, tough work. You think you can handle that?" Can I handle it? Come on. Who does this guy think he is? I can scrub a floor and make fries like everyone else. How hard could this be? "I can handle it" I replied with confidence. He smiled. He scratched his belly and smiled at Katie. "Well now. I'm glad to hear it." "I have an opening on the back deck. It's a customer service job. Basically I need someone to keep the men happy and eating ribs and buying beer." "Someone like Katie you mean?" I offered. Again he looked at Katie. "No, Not like Katie. I wouldn't have my daughter do this job. No, this is a real man's job." "Those men, my rough neck customers can get rough at times and I need someone who can take what they dish out with a smile and keep them flowing." "I get it," I said this time losing patience. This time Earl, drew back and looked at Katie in surprise. "Oh you do huh? ok. When can you start?" "How about now?" I offered and started to pull out my wallet to pay for the beers and ribs. "No that's ok Jack,." Earl interrupted me. "We'll just take it out of your pay." "Thanks," I said. "Lead the way." "Well alright then" said Earl. I followed him back to the office, figuring I would be filling out paperwork. "Bye Sugar," Katie offered with a smile. * * * I stepped into Earl's office. More contradictions. More questions. One side, the side that faced the air conditioned front the windows had been painted over creating a solid dark wall. The opposite wall the one facing the patio was one way glass. Earl could see his customers but they couldn't see him. As I started to look around further, Earl caught my gaze and smiled. "Ready to get started Jack?" "Uh yes sir." "Good. Follow me down the stairs. Kegs are down there." Stairs? What? oh Stairs. Sure enough behind a bookcase there was a stair case heading down below the restaurant. As I moved behind the book case I saw something else. On the wall Earl had video monitors. But these monitors weren't cameras on the cash register, or even the parking lot. The cameras were pointed at the outside back deck and even more strange some were pointed up from beneath the tables. "Jack! You coming?!" Earl Bellowed from down the stairs. "Yeah," I called after. I went down. "Say Jack," Earl called. "You want to get paid off the books, under the table right? That's what my Katie said." "Yes Earl. If that's ok." "Oh its fine. Its fine. We can just skip the paperwork if that works for you." "Yeah that works." I made it down stairs and sure enough there was a stack of kegs. Some empty. Some full. There was a walk in cooler with the kegs rotating in for the cold beer. But outside the cooler the "basement" was sweltering. So humid, very hot. "Like I said Jack, it's not easy work." My mind was still on the monitors and the guys in the back room but now I was calming down. Earl must just be getting too old for all this heavy lifting. I was sweating and swearing a bit under my breath. "Hot huh?" Earl offered. I nodded in agreement. Then Earl started unfastening his overalls. I was frozen. "Oh Hey sorry Jack. We're not too formal around here. Its so damned hot down here in summer that I usually just move the kegs nekkid. I usually strip off except for my boots. Hate to break a toe on Keg ya know what I mean?" I was hot. Earl was odd and now getting naked right in front of me, and I really couldn't argue with that logic. It was turning into a strange afternoon. Earl stripped and so did I. I peeled my sopping wet t shirt from my body and got stuck half way up. I could sense Earl step closer. From my stuck shirt I could see Earls worn brown boots and a very large semi hard cock bobbing above them. Then it happened. Earl's thick 8 inch cock brushed against my leg. I jumped back in shock. "Oh hey Sorry Jack. Don't mind me. Was just coming over to help with your shirt." I could feel his body heat and smell his sweat as his dick once again brushed my thigh. Then my shirt was lifted and I could see all of Earl again. His chest was broad and strong. His chest and cock were covered in fur. And he wore a big smile. "Better right?" "Yeah," I answered still uneasy. Between the beer and the heat I was feeling a little woozy. "Do you want help with the rest?" Earl asked as he motioned to my jeans. I just nodded and let him continue. He undid my belt and then started on my button fly jeans. One. Pop. Two. Pop. Three. Pop. All the way down the fly, Earl continued to expose me to him and the heat of the basement. As he kept his strong hands moving my pubes began to show and my cock betrayed me. By the time he got to the last button I was rock hard. "Hey now Jack! Looks like the heat's getting to you too." I struggled to find words. "Yeah, I guess so." Earl didn't hesitate. He gave my cock a quick firm squeeze and smiled as precut pooled on the head. But before I had my first experience with a man. He stopped. He shoved my jeans all the way down and stood back looking at my naked, sweaty body. "You weren't lying Jack. You do have a nice body. You do work out." He turned away rather matter of factly. "Well, should we get to work? Place will be busy tonight and we've got a lot of kegs to move." I was standing with my jeans around my ankles naked from the knees up. But I couldn't argue with his logic. Damn. I pulled off my shoes and socks and jeans. I put my sneakers back on and followed Earl to the Kegs. We started moving full kegs onto dollies and into position by the coolers. We moved the empty kegs toward the exterior wooden door and then pulled some fresh kegs from the cooler. I would have said that was the best part, the relief from the heat but it wasn't. We must of moved kegs for around 40 minutes. We took turns pushing and pulling the kegs and had to brush against each other to get them loaded and positioned. I had forgotten about being naked until the end. I had just unloaded a keg into the corner, when I lost my balance and fell forward onto the keg. Almost immediately Earl was there. I felt his strong hand catch my shoulder and pull me slowly back keeping my face inches from the wall and disaster. As he pulled me back i felt his thick cock slide across my naked sweaty ass. He was rock hard. For a moment, no one moved. I was bent over the keg and Earl's dick was laying across me like a wet log. "Does it bother you Jack?" My mouth was dry. And worse my cock was getting harder the longer he left his dick on me; a fact that Earl didn't miss. "It seems like it doesn't bother you." As he spoke, he took his cock and rubbed it across my cheeks and then down my leg. He slowly brought it back up my inner thigh. He paused as his cock head reached my sweaty low hanging balls. I don't normally have low hangers but the heat made me extra low. His cock was oozing precum, and I could feel him stick to my sack. I let out a very soft sigh. He took that as an invitation and took my right leg by the back of my knee and lifted on top of another keg. I was spread across the barrels in his basement with old Earl's dick teasing me and making me very hot. Earl moved his cock back and nestled his cock head against my naked hole. Almost whispering Earl said again, "Does it bother you Jack?" This time I found the words, "No." Earl began rocking his hips as his cock continued to kiss and tease my hole with his cock. Now, I was breathing harder and I couldn't help rocking my hips too. "Does it bother you Jack?" Earl repeated loaded and more forcefully. "No." I replied a little louder than before. Pop. I felt Earls cock head line up with my naked hole. "Do you want it Jack? Do you want my cock in your ass?" I couldn't believe this was happening. What the fuck was I doing? Was I letting this happen? Was I about to let this old guy with a hot daughter fuck me in his fucking basement???? Yes I was. "Yes Earl. I want you to fuck my ass." Pop. Earl obliged. His rhythm stayed slow to start as his cock head pushed forward past my sphincter. "OH." I couldn't help myself. "Ahhh Ohhh." "It'll just burn for a little while" I heard Earl say softly, calmly. "It' wont hurt for too long." "Uhhhhh Ohhhh my ass." Earl was getting into it and into me. His strong left hand was on my hip and he started spanking my right cheek with his free hand. The burning passed and I could feel Earl getting closer to cumming. His breathing got heavier and he started grunting as he thrust. "Wait, Earl Wait." I tried to protest. "MMMmmm," Earl replied, "Can't wait. Getting close." Wait. What? I was going to not only letting this guy fuck me, but he was going to cum inside me???? Then it happened. Pop. Before I could even get to my next protest, I feel my own balls tighten and release. "FUUUUUUUUCK." I was cumming all over the kegs with Earl's big dick pounding away inside me. "MMmmm. Mmmm. Yeah. That's it. Empty those little balls. Mmmmm yeah look at the mess you made all over my kegs." Little? The Kegs? Fuck the Kegs! "MMMMMM ohhhhhhh." It was like my orgasm never ended. From the time I shot my load and kept spasming Earl's cock buried all the way inside me just in time for him to fill me with his. "YEEEEAAAAH that's it! That's what we need Jack! Mmmmm you do have a sweet tight hole." I had never so much as showered with another guy. I had always focused on the pussy when watching porn. And I was a naked, in a dirty basement, with an old man's cum dripping out of my ass and down my legs. I turned because it suddenly occurred to me. This must have been his "dirty job." This is what he wanted all along. "Is this the job?" FLASH. I hadn't even finished mouthing the word "job" when the camera flash went off. I had turned just in time to expose my face to the lens and the photographer, Katie. Flash. Flash. Flash. "Hahaha, ok Katie, that's enough." Earl said to his daughter. Katie walked up to me on the kegs, her heals clicking on the concrete floor. She ran her finger across my shrinking cock and then followed my cum trail down onto the keg. She dipped her finger in my cream and then licked it off her fingers. "Mmmmm too bad Jack," She said. "You taste pretty good." Then she took her finger and scooped her father's cum from my cheeks and wiped it on my face before she walked back up the stairs. "Don't mind Katie." Earl offered. He was still naked cock "shrinking" back to just plain large after erupting in my ass. Earl patted my ass gingerly and helped me off the kegs. I sank to the floor. I didn't look at him. I couldn't. Had this guy just raped me? But I TOLD him he could. FUCK ME!! What had I just done? "Is this the job? Is this the dirty job Earl?" Earl shook his head. "No Jack. No the kegs were the job. This was part of the extra tips." "Oh I see, I move Kegs and then you Fuck me?" I said angrily and defiantly. "Don't be such a Pussy Jack." Earl scolded. "And don't judge me too harshly." Again with the polite mind games? "I haven't been with a woman since my Mary passed. I just can't do it. But I'm a man I still have needs." Wait. Why do I feel guilty now? "The Job' as you put it. The job is out back if you still want it. This was just to warm you up. To see if you would do it willingly. I needed to know if you could take care of my customers." Katie appeared at the stairs again with two cold bottles of beer. She opened them on a metal opener attached to the stair case and passed them to her father. Earl passed one to me. "Job's your's if you want it kid." Earl said. I sighed and watched the last of Ear's load drip from my ass onto the cool concrete. "What would I have to do?" * * * To Be Continued... Boner's Ribs & Special Sauce Pt. 02 18+ Adults Only. A work of fiction inspired by my real life experiences. Enjoy Responsibly. ***** I stood out on the side of "Boner's" still naked talking to Earl. Earl had a small wooden fence on the side of the building and an outdoor hose. He sprayed me with the hose as I rinsed and scrubbed with a loofa and bar of soap. Katie watched as we spoke holding a towel. "So it's pretty simple." Earl started. "I need a young hot stud who isn't afraid of getting dirty. I need a guy who can help out another man the way you just helped me in the basement." "So you want me to be a fag? A gay prostitute?" "Hell Son," Earl countered. "I saw the way you looked at Katie. I know you're into pussy." "But I also felt your ass wrap around my cock. I watched your cock get hard from just being naked in front of me in the basement. I watched you cum all over them kegs from getting fucked. You may not be gay...but you sure as hell aren't straight either!" Katie chucked as Earl stopped spraying the hose and she handed me the towel. "I mean, Did you or did you not ask me to fuck your ass? Did you stop me when I opened your fly? And not to put too fine a point on it, but who's photo does Katie have with a load of man sauce dripping out of his ass?" I glanced at Katie wanting to be mad. But instead I had to chuckle. "Ok Earl. You have me there," I said. "I don't care about labels and neither do my customers," Earl offered. "All I have is this place and my Katie." "You'd be doing us a huge favor to help out around back." "And..." Earl Continued. "And?" I asked again feeling a sense of deja vu. "And those roughnecks tip pretty good. You may just get more money than you need." I was very confused. And my ass was admittedly a little sore. I walked in for some ribs and beer. And a little more an hour later I was considered servicing strange men at a country roadside eatery. More than that, Earl was right. I had never experimented. But his cock brushing against me, his cock teasing me, and his cock fucking me had opened up more than my ass. I was getting hard again as I listened to his words and logic. Katie didn't miss my growing erection. "Look Daddy" She said in her southern twang. "He's getting hard again thinking about dick." Earl Smiled. "Well now, I think he is." "But maybe," She said. "Maybe he still likes pussy." With that she dropped to her knees and took my semi hard cock into her incredibly sexy mouth. I was fully erect in seconds. "Mmmmmm" she cooed softly as she sucked me. She slid out of her jean shorts and fingered her pussy as pumped my dick between her red lips. "Allright Sugar," Earl interrupted. "Anymore of that and he's going to pop, and I need him horned up and ready." My cock slid out of Katie's mouth with a "pop." "Mmmmm," she offered. "Yeah daddy, I think he may be bisexual. Seems like he still wants my pussy." "Well," Earl replied. "We will see if he still wants you after tonight. Jack my boy, you are going to get lots of cock time if you stick around tonight. What do you say? Are you up for it? Keep 'em hard? Get 'em off?" And here I go again...Dammit. "Yes." Katie lifted her shorts and slapped my cock as she walked back inside. "See ya later Shuug." "Now," Earl said. "Have you ever sucked a cock?" *** What kind of question was that? Of course I hadn't. I had only seen another cock in person an hour ago Earl. And it fucked my ass! And it was yours! "No Earl, I have never sucked a cock." "Ok, time to get started. You dont have to suck me off son. I don't think I have much left in my balls. Most of it landed in your sexy little ass. I just want you to suck me and get used to it so it doesn't come as surprise in the next few minutes." What? Oh right. Earl was still naked. Thankfully he had hosed his cock off from when it had been in my ass a few minutes before but he was still a big sweaty guy. And the taste of his cock matched his years of work in a kitchen and the meaty flavor of his famous ribs. I put my lips on the tip and just kissed it. Then another lick, two more, and then another. "That's it Jack. Just explore your way around." We were naked on the side of his restaurant. Big rigs and regular people passing by at 50 miles per hour. If they could only see through his thin little wooden fence they would see big Earl naked and me on my knees with his hardening cock filling my mouth. "How's it taste Jack?" "MMmmmm, It's salty," I said and smacked my lips as I continued servicing his dick. "Hell Jack!" Earl said. "You can pretend in front of Katie, and who knows maybe she'll even fuck you. But DAMN you are a good cock sucker! You're a natural kid." Goddammit Earl. I mean, thanks Earl. I had to admit it made me feel good to hear him say it. Big Earl had a heart of gold, a thick cock, and even though he had said I didn't have to make him cum I was about to get a direct taste of his special sauce. "Ohhh my!" Earl uttered and he pumped his cum into my mouth. "Good. Good. Good." He said. "MMMMM good. Now swallow it." Swallow it? You never said? Ok Earl. Because it's you. I swallowed his second load and licked my lips. My cock was rock hard. *** Earl told me not to bother cleaning up. The dinner crowd would be arriving soon. He grabbed an orange half apron and threw it to me as we walked into the basement from the outside. "What's the apron for?" "It doesn't exactly cover me?" "It's not supposed to dummy!" Earl said laughing. "It keeps your ass and cock accessible. It's for tips! you wanna put that cash somewhere right?" "Right" I said. "Three pockets in the front," Earl offered and put his overalls back on as i followed him up the stairs. "Just the Apron Jack. You'll be more comfortable with bare feet." I left my clothes and inhibitions in the basement of Earl's I mean "Boner's Ribs" and followed Earl up the stairs and out to the fabled back deck. * * * To Be Continued... Boner's Ribs & Special Sauce Pt. 03 Back...And Forth. Back...And Forth. Jack's ass wiggled as he climbed the stairs back to Earl's office. He was hosed off but still gritty. His feet picked up some dirt and grime off the basement floor as he made it to the top of the stairs. He paused to spread his toes and scrape off the grime a bit and Earl turned and paused. "Ha. I wouldn't worry too much about that Jack. I have a feeling that you will be more 'soiled" as the night goes on." As he nodded to Jack, he caught him with what looked like a smile starting on his face. * * * Jack was smiling. This was the closest Jack had every come to being an exhibitionist. Truth be told he was excited about the sex. But he was also excited about being so exposed. He was getting hard thinking about being the center of all the attention. He could feel the apron press against his hardening cock. He could feel the blast from the air conditioning caress and cool his naked ass. Jack followed Earl through the center office and toward a connecting door to the kitchen. Earl turned and paused t the door, brushing the front of Jack's apron with his strong hands as he turned. "Best wait here a moment Jack," Earl offered. "I like to set the mood before I introduce the new help." Jack waited with bated breath as he watch Earl disappear through the kitchen. He caught sight of him again as he appeared on the security camera monitors as he made a grand entrance on the deck. Earl was making large arm gestures to the group of men who were enjoying their ribs and beer. They in turn were yelling, slamming down beer mugs, and generally approving of whatever Earl was saying and likely selling. Earl made some small hand gestures. He touched his pointer finger to his thumb as if to say "choice" or "perfect" and the men again, yelled with delight. For half a moment, Jack thought maybe Earl was referencing the rib recipe to his customers. That was until Earl acted out having Jack over the barrel and fucking him in his virgin ass. "Right. Of course." thought Jack. As the men saw this they stamped their feet, yelled again and a few even slapped the table or their knees in approval. One, who looked like a local deputy, even got up and gave old Earl a high five. Earl was all smiles. HE WAS LOVING the moment like a ring master in a circus. Jack even caught himself smiling. He was nervously shifting side to side, foot to foot, as he recalled being bent over the barrels, and having his cheeks parted and ass filled by Earl's big cock. He bit his lip nervously and rubbed his cock through his small apron. The moment passed as Earl clapped his hands together, shook a few hands and turned out of view to enter the kitchen to apparently go and fetch Jack. Jack broke his gaze with the monitor only to turn to another and see Katie in the front room. He saw very clearly how she once again bent down to scoop up more peanut shells in front of another customer. She didn't even bother to hide the game this time as she showed off her pussy lips to to the very pleased trucker.The trucker licked his lips and adjusted his crotch as he watched Katie take a very long time to resume as standing position. "Bitch" thought Jack. But he didn't have too much time to dwell as Earl entered the room again with a huge grin on his face. "Ready?" Earl asked. "To get bent over the barrels again Earl?" Earl didn't miss a beat. "Maybe later. But it's time to make your entrance and meet the guys!" Earl pulled a long orange napkin from a box. "Tun around Jack." "What? Why?" "I'm gonna blind fold you. It'll make it more exciting for you and my customers." Jack turned, exposing his tight naked ass again to Earl. Earl reached over and tied the napkin around Jack's eyes so he could only see the floor, much like he experienced with his own shirt in the basement. When he finished tying and looked down appreciating Jack's body again. "Mmmmm." Earl moaned. "Glad I got to have you before they did." With that, he slapped Jacks naked ass and spun him around. "Here we go," Earl said and took Jack by the hand into the kitchen and out to the back deck. * * * Daylight was fading but Jack could still feel the light on his body. As soon as Earl brought him into view he could smell the beer, the sweat, the lust, and lots of bar-b-cue sauce. Jack was greeted by cheers and lots of "Hey Now! and Earl found a good one!" "Come on over Jack" Earl gently ordered. "How's about you let them take a look at 'cha." "Step on up on the bench, son. Don't be shy." Jack tried not to smile. Jack tried to keep his cock hidden beneath the apron. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? He did as ordered and stepped carefully onto the picnic table bench with Earl guiding him. "Give them a little turn! Earl shouted. Jack gingerly pivoted in a small circle atop the bench. He could feel the rush of air from the ceiling fans cascade down his exposed body. More cheers. More clapping and stomping. "You boys feel free to get acquainted with my new host" Earl offered. With that, Jack could feel the steamy humid air shift around him as the body heat of the men drew near. Then he felt the hands. Tentative at first, and just the one to start, but quickly another and another. Jack was being groped, touched, studied, and molested by a room full of drunken horny strangers. One rather rough hand found his nipple and massaged him there causing Jack to utter a soft "Oh." More hands, firm and strong were running up and down his legs. These were skilled hands, perhaps the hands of a tradesmen. They felt electric as they caressed up and down, up and down brushing his leg hairs. Naturally other hands found they way to Jack's exposed ass. Slap Slap Rub Slap and repeat on the other cheek. Slap Slap Rub Slap. Jack was vocalizing his pleasure at all the attention and not holding back. His cock started to peak out form beneath the apron. His stiffening dick didn't go unnoticed as a hand soon shot it to greet its hard presence, "OH," Jack moaned. The new hand on his cock pumped him lightly but with painful pauses so Jack couldn't quite get to cumming. "That's a good start, everyone." Earl cut in and the hands began to pull away as Jack whimpered under his breath. How could they take all that feeling away? "Ok, Ok. Jack let's show em everything. Knees on the Bench face the table." Jack was absentmindedly rubbing his chest and smoothing out his apron. He did as he was told and got down on his elbows resting on the table showing all the men on the patio his naked and recently fucked hole. "Spread those cheeks for us Jackie," Earl ordered. It was a subtle change. Calling him Jackie instead of Jack, but Jack cocked his head in reaction as he slowly brought his hands back. He rested his head against the table as his fingers fumbled across his ass cheeks as he presented his hole to the men. More hoots and hollers followed and this time a rough hand gave him a decisive slap on his ass that made Jack wince. "Hell YEAH!" Jack heard and could feel a change in mood as the alcohol and evening wore on. Then the audible sound of a zipper. No two zippers. "That's right boys', Earl more growled than spoke "Ease him into it." With that Jack felt two different semi hard cocks rubbing across his ass cheeks. At first it was one on each cheek. Then one dropped lower and just stopped against Jack's exposed hole. The other cock kept slapping against his cheeks making him jump. His cock jumped too and was quickly hard again. The cock against his ass didn't attempt to enter. But it was being guided up and down. Up and down. For a moment it was on his hole threatening to invade. Then it was slowly drifting down to his balls. Resting. Then gliding back up to his ass. Jack could feel a trail of precum being passed between his balls and asshole. It made his cock leak too. For a moment there was silence as everyone watched the two cocks tease and warm Jack to the heat of his customers. Jack could hear the crickets starting to chirp as the cocks slapped and teased him moment by moment. "Ok Jackie. How's about turn over for us?" It wasn't a question really. Jack understood that now. And again, the amazing feeling he had from the two naked stranger's dicks vanished and left him wanting more. So much more. Jack lifted his face off the table still smelling ribs and freshly made sauce. He moved slowly and deliberately now. He was trying to remember the movements of a stripper he had seen once at an all nude joint. Shift gently on one hip. Slowly push his feet away from his tight stomach. Turn. Spread your legs. Lay down on the bench. As he thought it, he did it. Laying down on the bench he spread his legs pulling his knees in toward his chest. Feet up and out. The erotic energy of the heat, of the evening, of the men, he was so turned on. He even started rubbing his nipples and his cock through the apron. "DAMN." Jack heard a voice let out. "See, boys, I told you he was ripe and in need." Jack could hear at least one man zip his cock back away. But not the other. "All right Boys. It's the moment you've all waited for. Time to Initiate Jackie here to Boner's. everyone pick a side." Wait pick a side? Where they just going to tear into him? There was quite a bit of jostling and mumbling as Jack heard the man gather around him. Wait? This couldn't be a circle jerk or bukakke? Were they all naked and stroking? "Ona Count of 3. One, Two, Three!" And with that Jack was hit from all sides by...wait? What was that? It wasn't cum. No, It wasn't cum. It was sauce. Earl's famous recipe from 15 different squirt bottles. Covering Jack from head to toe in sweet sticky barbecue sauce. EVERYONE broke out laughing. There were a ton of high fives and beer spilling as everyone enjoyed the moment. Jack sat up and started laughing too. In fact he was laughing so hard with a seriously hard cock that he left his mouth wide open. Then it hit him right on his tongue. Rope after rope of hot white cum shot passed his lips and toward the back of his throat! Jack closed his mouth as another three shots plastered and stuck to his face. Not even the blindfold kept it all out. Jack...or should we all just call him Jackie's face was a mixture of sweet barbecue flavors and cum. Jackie swallowed the cum. "Yessssss!!" Jack heard one man scream." Was the guy who just plastered his face? "I told you. I told you," the man said. " I knew he would swallow his first load. He didn't even blink he just gulped it down. Pay up Bob! Oops! Sorry Pay up stranger man. Hahahah." It was like being at a super bowl party. Except Jackie was the half time show after a last second touchdown. He wanted to be pissed but he enjoyed the taste of the cum mixed with Barbecue sauce. And his cock was still rock hard. "Ok, OK. Well done Jackie! Well done my boy...er...lady." Now Earl was cracking jokes too. "All right, all right. Y'all take your seats again and I will make with the beer and ribs. And... AND (almost yelling) Since Randy won the bet, young Jackie will be starting at the very lucky Table 3!" More cheering mixed with a few moans of disappointment followed. "Be sure to tip your hostess. Have fun Jackie." And with that Earl was gone. Jack's blind fold was removed and he wiped the cum away from his eyes. "C'mon over Jackie. Time to provide good service to the winning men of table 3." Jack did not resist. He was SO horny and had just had his first taste of cum without a cock no less! He followed Randy back and took his place beneath the table marked 3. While every other table kept their pants on the three guys at 3 didn't bother. They just dropped their jeans and underwear and sat naked below the waist on the benches around the circular wooden table. It was going to be a long night. * * * Jack could see the shadows of the moths dancing against the lights hung against the tin roof. He was also face to face with three naked cocks. He could see two of the guys were cut and the third was not. Each was adorned with a fair amount of "pubeage." Two of the guys cocks were average but the third, one of the cut guys was bigger. No he wasn't just bigger. Jack realized that his cock was thick, and long, and...beautiful. Wait. Had his own mind just used the word beautiful to describe another man's cock? It had. The bigger cock was softened but it was still dripping cum. He must have been the guy who shot in Jack's mouth. There was really only one way to tell for sure. Jack leaned in and smelled the semi hard cock. The three men had gone back to watching the game and were for the moment ignoring Jack. But as he drew in closer the guy with the nicer cock, Randy, rapped his beer repeatedly to the table. "I don't feel you sucking Jackie. And I don't see my friends squirming and smiling. You best get to work if you want to earn them tips." Jack didn't need another reminder. He leaned in close and lightly and applied his tongue to a stream of cum sticking between Randy's cock and his leg. IT WAS HIM. Jack lapped at the string like a cat drinking milk. Randy continued his conversation but shifted so Jack could get better access to his stiffening cock. Jack completed eating the pearls leading to the source and lips found they way to his cock head. Randy had just cum a few minutes before and he was still sensitive. His cock danced around Jack's open mouth until Jack at long last corralled his prey. And with that, in that moment, Jack or Jackie became an official cock sucker. Jack inhaled Randy's cock and slid his fingers to Randy's ball sack. He was pumping his face up and down Randy's dick and squeezing his balls to build back up his next load. Randy grunted. "How is he Randy?," the uncut cock asked. Randy nodded and let out an audible... "Ahhhhhhh." "He's pretty good." At hearing that, Jack's new found cock sucking honor was offended. He paused briefly and doubled his pace. "OK OK He's REALLY GOOD." Jack slowed his pace but made it worse for Randy. He pressed his fingers to his lips and made a fist. Each time he went down on Randy's cock he tightened his grip and urging toward another load. "Easy. Easy kid." Randy said. I'm good for now. Jack reluctantly released him with a soft pop. But he gave Randy's head a final lick. "Me next," the uncut cock demanded. Jack turned his ass to Randy and crawled over to the uncut cock. It felt different but also fun to get him hard. Jack set about his work getting the guy worked up. His flaccid cock stretched as Jack kissed and sucked his cock. Over his shoulder, Jack could see Randy still hard and gently stroking his cock as Jack sucked the second man who he overheard called Bill. Bill was getting hard but was more involved than Randy. He grabbed the back of Jack's head and held him in place while Jack worked his dick with his tongue and fingers. He started lifting his hips while Jack kept the pressure on. He wanted this. He realized that he didn't just want the tips any more. He wanted the cum. He wanted to pleasure this man humping his face. Bill grunted and unloaded into Jack's hungry mouth. "Awwwwwww mmmmmm yeaaaaah." "What did I tell you?" "Yeah, you're right. He's a natural." Jack swallowed as much of Bill's load as he could but he was still licking it off his lips when the third guy grabbed him by the hair and nudged him over to his hard dick. Jack was on autopilot. Tease, please, suck, squeeze, and repeat. He was working Frank's cock for a good five minutes when he felt a sense of heat and pressure at his ass. Bill was fully recharged and without much fanfare or asking for permission he was lining his hard cock up with Jack's ass. "Well let's see if Earl was right about his ass too." The table was rocking and squeaking as Bill lowered his body down into Jack. The back deck fell silent for a moment as the other 12 men watched Bill slide into Jack's ass. Jack had to pause sucking as he got used to Randy's beautiful cock fucking him. Frank slapped Jack's face not hard but enough for Jack to be surprised. "Back to work sunshine. I need to drain these balls." Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm Jack was half muttering to himself have agreeing to be a better cock sucker. Randy was now fully engaged in fucking and not satisfied with the access he had beneath the table. In a quick motion, he half stood keeping his cock in Jack's ass while he flipped the table onto its side. "Better grab them beers boys!" He grunted as Bill and Frank scrambled to get hold of their mugs. Jack was giving two loyal customers all he could in front of 12 more. And it was more than he could handle. The pressure of Randy's dick in his ass, the cum in his mouth as he sucked another, it was too much. Jack grunted and blasted his load all over the wooden floor of the deck. His load triggered the other two that followed. First Frank pull out and sprayed Jack's face at point blank range. Judging by the size and thick nature of it, it must have been weeks since Frank had released a "healthy" load. Randy followed right after, cumming deep into Jack's naked and unprotected hole. "Wheeeeeeew," Randy almost whispered. "I needed that. Lucky you aren't really a girl or you'd be having my baby after that deep load." Frank Laughed heartily. Bill sprayed beer all over his beard and Jack's back. and the other 12 men got a sense of just how special their new back deck host was going to be for them. "Three cheers for Jack!" Earl bellowed as he arrived back with Katie and fresh plates of Ribs and beer. "Hip Hip Hurray! Hip Hip Hurray! Hip...Ha hahah Hurray!" Sloppy drunk didn't describe the state of affairs on the back deck. They were all getting pretty ripped. And as they did, as they each got their cocks serviced and balls emptied, Earl kept taking more cash and swiping more credit cards. "Nice job kid." Bill offered and slapped Jack's ass. He stuffed a $20 bill into the apron and made his way to the men's room. Frank added a $5. "Yeah not bad but next time focus on my cock not Randy's dick...even if he is balls deep in your man pussy." Randy added another $30 saying "That's more than I tip my masseuse. Of course I don't fuck her." The trio made their way out and Jack moved on to the next table and the next. He sucked under the tables. He sucked out in the open. He was laid across the end of the long picnic table while each next drunk guy attempted to fuck him. Four more actually succeeded, some shooting cum into his ass and others pulling out to keep the trail on his face moving along like a milky river. The eight others tried to get it up and some managed to jerk off on Jack's body in one way or another. Some used his hands while he was being fucked or just jerked it while watching and stepped to his mouth to unload their balls. Some even used his toes and dirty feet. They just rubbed his sticky feet and toes against their dicks until they creamed his toes. It was close to One AM when everyone stumbled off the deck and into their cars or at least into the back of their pick ups to sleep it off for a while. Jack was like a pink hue of cum mixed with sauce. And his apron was stuffed with cash. He made it to the mens room and stared at his body. He needed a shower or at least a hose again. He went back out to the deck and leaned against the door. He counted his tips and managed a cool $400. "Not bad for a first night huh Jackie?" Earl staggered over and looked him over with a tired smile. He didn't wait for Jack's reply but set about resetting tables and cleaning up. Jack realized that in the space of just a day he had opened more than just his mind. His ass and jaw were sore. Maybe he was gay now, he wasn't really worried about labels. He was too tired to think about that. Boner's Ribs & Special Sauce Pt. 03 But he was sure that he had crossed a couple of lines. He had let a stranger fuck his ass and went back for more. He had taken pleasure in pleasing other men. He quickly developed a taste and skill for giving not just good but GREAT blow jobs. He was a certified expert cocksucker. He stared down at the money. He wasn't just a host or hostess. He was more than a cock sucker. He was a whore. Katie stepped out to the deck and reached down to squeeze his flaccid cock beneath his apron. "Want to take a ride sugar?" "No thank you, Katie. I'm good." The End? ***** READERS CHOICE: What should I write next? "The Gay Car Wash?" OR "The Golden Tie Club?" You decide.