When Dessert Becomes an Orgy

Jimmy, 42, and Freddy, 51, are a couple who lives in Toronto’s gay village, on Alexander Street. Their apartment is located in a round tower where most of the tenants are homosexuals. Many guys have been seen fucking in the elevator or on the parking level, so much that the building is now nicknamed Vaseline Tower. Not kidding!

Every Friday night, Jimmy and Freddy have a drink with friends at the popular bar Woody’s, on Church Street, and then eat a meal at Hair of the Dog. Amid the Covid-19 pandemic, the Premier of Ontario has ordered restaurants, bars, gyms and saunas to close down. That has obviously put a dent on the livelihood of the gay community, and an end to Jimmy and Freddy’s Friday night ritual. In spite of restrictions on the number of people who can meet in a private home, our two party-goers decide to invite a fairly large group of guys for cocktails and dinner at their place.

The party is BYOB or Bring Your Own Booze. Freddy has nonetheless a reserve of beer and wine. Jimmy offers a few “special cocktails” where the last ingredient is added by yourself or by a friend of your choice. This evening, he has three cocktails on the menu. 1. Amber delight: almond extract, coffee syrup, Baileys Irish cream, ice and fresh urine. 2. Golden shower: orange juice, apple juice, Galliano, some ice and urine. 3. Buck’ piss: champagne, orange juice and fresh urine (some call it a gay mimosa).

Jimmy is a good chef, know for his creativity. One of his recipes has been featured in the popular Canadian magazine Ricardo. I’m not sure that what he has in mind for the sexy meal to be served to ten guys would get a review in any media, except for very specialized gay networks. For example, the zucchini salad will be served on a platter where the cock-like vegetable is covered with creamy man juice. The vinaigrette includes the following ingredients: one ounce of vinegar, one ounce of olive oil, one ounce of Freddy’s urine, parsley and basilic flakes, freshly ground pepper and Jimmy’s spit.

The following dish is a creamy mushroom soup. You have already guessed, I’m sure, that baby Portobellos mushrooms and 18% or light cream are not the main ingredients. Jimmy wants his soup to fill a virile appetite, and he invites each guest to jerk off and send ropes of creamy man juice in the pot.

The main dish is a tenderloin roast in pastry. This simplified version of beef Wellington is a classic French dish. The brown tender meat is wrapped in a crisp and flaky layer of pastry. In preparing the dough, Jimmy invites his guests to fart in the flour, giving the dish a spicy aroma. With this added recipe ingredient, the meat will definitely melt in your mouth like a tasty chocolate rosebud.

The highlight of the dinner is by far the dessert. Jimmy has prepared a three-layer cake covered with whipped cream and chocolate chips. He installs it on the kitchen island counter, and invites guests to undress, keeping only their jockstrap on. Under the watchful eye of hungry eyes, he then sits slowly but vigorously on the cake so as to cover his ass, balls and dick with cream. Everyone joins in by licking the chef’s assets. I don’t know if you have ever eaten a guy’s asshole covered with cream, but I can vow that it is fucking tasty. Same for sucking a cock à la crème and chewing boules de neige (snowballs).

Dessert is not the right word; orgy would be a better name. Freddy removes the flattened cake, and lies down on the island counter, jockstrap removed to show his nine-inch cut dick. Guests applaud as the cock rises firmly. Everyone has their turn to suck the stick of dynamite. Freddy gets his ass eaten as if starvation is approaching. The guest who has the biggest butt has the honor of sitting on Freddy's dick and getting fucked like a stallion stuffs a mare. Freddy’s mouth is constantly occupied as he savors the dicks of a well-hung Black guy, two Asian twinks, three Indian dudes, and a few White men, cut or uncut.

In the orgy that follows, every dish is on the dessert menu: kissing, sucking nipples, spanking, rimming, throat-ass-and-fist-fucking. Have I forgotten any delicacy? Yes. Two guests, Gerry and William, leave the group in the kitchen to head for the shower. The urine jet of Gerry is so strong that you would think he has a fireman’s hose. William wants his ass hole filled with piss. Moans of pleasure guide Gerry to also direct is pee stream on William’s tight balls and cute rosy cock, making him burst his own ropes of golden virile juice.

As you can imagine, the place is pretty much a mess at the end of the dinner party. Everyone stays to give a hand in the cleaning, wearing again just a jockstrap, kissing a friend or slapping a butt while rinsing glasses and plates before filling the dishwasher.

Vaseline Tower has never witnessed such a successful dinner-party!