I was sitting at my favorite outdoor cafe, slipping a sweet ..

I was sitting at my favorite outdoor cafe, slipping a sweet moscato, when I saw him walk into the brick courtyard. Brandon was hard to miss being 6’4 and built like a brick house. I couldn’t help but admire him, as the host escorted him to his table. He was stylish in his black Tailor Athletic pants and button up shirt. The pants showed off his thick legs and tight, round ass. The black dress shirt hugged his powerful arms and large sculpted pecs. “I’m waiting for someone,” his voice was masculine and deep. “Certain, sir,” the handsome host smiled as he checked him out. I don’t blame him. He was very attractive and nice to look at with his Greek god appearance, strong jawline and dark hair and eyes. I continued to slip my wine as he waited. The restaurant slowly cleared out, and he grew impatient. Fiften minutes past, then twenty minutes and his date still haven’t showed up. The muscular god kept looking at his watch and fridging with the cuffs of his sleeves. Brandon stretched out his long legs, showing off his polish black dress shoes and the skin of his ankles. He wasn’t used to being stood up. Men like him never are. I almost felt sorry for him. The date he made with the hot blonde he met at the gym wasn't going to happen. For the first time in his life he was going to be stood up. I had arranged for Selena to flirt with Brandon at the gym. It wasn’t had for her to get the sexy muscle stud eating out of her hands. After she gave him a sample in the gym restroom of what he would receive, Brandon readily agreed to go on a date with her at the restaurant. He usually would never wait on a girl but Selena was very good. Kevin, the handsome waiter with a nice tight round ass, approached him and asked if wanted anything to drink. “Water,” he barked, his impatience growing. Brandon looked toward me and noticed that I was watching him. He didn’t recognize me from the gym and gave a displeased look toward me. He wasn’t in the mood for a fag to be staring at him. He looked at his watch again. I know he wasn’t going to stay much longer. Kevin returned with his water and a glass of the restaurant’s best wine and placed it on the table before him. “What this,” Brandon looked at the glass. “A gift from Dr. Sloan,” Kevin nodded toward me. Brandon looked at me as I raised my glass in a toast. Before he could tell Kevin to take it back, the waiter had moved away. Brandon snared toward me, but took a drink of the wine. However, instead of intimidating me with his look, I rose from my table. “It looks like we are both alone. Care if I join you,” I pulled out the chair across from him and sat down before he could answer. “I’m leaving,” Brandon took another slip of the wine and started to stand up. However, he started to feel dizzy and found himself sitting back down. “Now, now. You don’t want to be rude,” I took a slip of my wine. “What's going on? Who are you,” Brandon blinked. “What do you want?” Brandon found it hard to think as his head spun. “Ssshh, don’t worry your pretty head. Everything is going to be ok,” I placed my hand on his thick left thigh. His legs were firm as granite as I moved my hand up his leg toward his impressive package. “It is such a shame that Selena stood you up. Women can’t be trusted.” Brandon’s large arms fell limp at his side as his handsome head fell backwards. I smiled and finished my wine. His mouth hung open and a line of drool began to run down to his chiseled chin. I lifted his left hand and let it drop. He was completely out of it. I signed to the host and Kevin to close the restaurant, while I moved my chair closer to him. “Brandon can you hear me,” I whispered as I started to unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. “Yesss,” he mumbled, half awake. “Good, you're going to listen to me and do whatever I tell you. You trust me completely. You understand,” I opened his satin shirt further. “Yess,” he replied. “Women can’t be trusted. They are bad and you have no use for them,” I popped another button on his shirt. “Women can’t be trusted,” Brandon repleted. “Women never really satisfy you. They are weak, soft. You like using them but deep down you know that you have never been truly satisfied by a woman,” I spread his satin shirt and felt up his smooth, large pecs. “Women never satisfy me,” Brandon repleted. “You feel my hand on your hard muscles. It feels so different then a woman’s hand. My touch is stronger, rougher. It matches your body, strong, powerful. My touch turns you on so much,” I ran my hand over his pecs, stroking the sensitive nipples. “Yeesss, feel so much better,” he moaned. His bulge was obscenely under the table. I moved my right hand up to the back of his neck and started to rub and squeeze the thick cords of muscles. He let out a low moan. I then moved my left hand down to his crotch and squeezed his hardon through the tight dress pants. He started to breathe heavier. “Yes, feel so much better,” I whispered close to his ear. I gently blew on his earlobe while I stroked just below his left ear. “Yesss,” he moaned. Owning the restaurant has its benefits, no one bothers us as I send the big muscle stud deeper under my control. I squeezed and kneaded on his full crotch. He was so fucking horny. “I want you to close your eyes and dream of how good it was to get fucked by another man. Feeling a man’s strong, rough hands feeling you up, dominating you. It is the most thrilling and erotic way to be worshipped by another man. You built your body to be strong, powerful, not to impress women. Women can’t truly appreciate all the hard work you put into it. But men can truly appreciate it. Plato called the love between two men the purest love.” Brandon let out a low groan as he fell asleep beside me. I signal Kevin over. The waiter looked at the out cold muscle stud beside me and then to me. “Another glass of moscato, please,” I smiled. Kevin again looked at my helpless stud and back at me, “yes, sir.” I continued to rub Brandon’s hard throbbing cock through his pants as he slept. He was dreaming of me dominating and fucking him. He let out a few low, masculine moans. When Kevin returned with my glass, I noticed his eyes looking at the thick tube shape bulge leaning toward Brandon’s right thigh. “Go ahead touch it,” I smiled. Kevin looked at me and back at the hard cock outline. He nervously reached out and wrapped his fist around it, and began to stroke the outline. Brandon groaned and turned his head side to side. Kevin looked at me, looking for approval. “Go ahead,” I smiled and took a slip of my favorite wine. Kevin slid down on his knees and then unzipped Brandon’s tight black pants, revealing the tight white cotton briefs. Kevin fished out the thick fat cock from its imprisonment. Selena had told me that it was a shame that no woman would ever again have the pleasure of Brandon’s magnificent cock. It was indeed very impressive. Kevin looked hungrily at it before opening his mouth and taking the 8x6 cock into his mouth. Brandon let out a deeper and longer moan as Kevin began to suck and nurse on the thick cock. His eyes fluttered open. He looked down at Kevin, on his knees with Brandon’s cock in his mouth. He then let out another long deep moan. He turned his head to me and his eyes were filled with lust. I placed my hand on the back of his thick neck, pulling him into a kiss. His mouth opened as he kissed another man for the first time. Our tongues explored each other’s, wrestling for control. He ever experienced anything like that. It wasn’t the passive kiss that he used too when he kissed a woman. It was a dominant, masculine kiss. My hand slipped down his shirt, pulling it open. His torso was chisel and smooth, with sculpted cobblestone abs. I roughly pulled his shirt off his broad shoulders, down his huge arms. His skin was tight and flawless. I pulled out of the kiss and kissed and nibbled down his thick neck causing him to moan. He always had to be the lead, the aggressor but it felt so good to him to be the passive one for change. Keven was expertly deep throating the thick cock all the way to the base. Without taking his mouth from the cock, he pulled at Brandon’s pants and briefs. Brandon lifted his hips to allow the waiter to peel the pants down the thick, solid thighs. With a firm grip on the back of his neck, I then guided Brandon’s head down toward my lap. He didn’t think as he found himself nervously flobbing with my zipper and pants. He swallowed hard as my cock popped free. With a firm hand in the back of his neck I pulled his head down to my cock. He obediently opened his mouth and took my cock into it. He found himself instinctively knowing what and how to please a man. He worked his tongue over my cock, paying attention to the thick vien. I couldn’t wait to plow that Greek god ass. He had work on it hard at the gym, building it with heavy, deep squats and it deserved to be worshipped and fucked. I gripped his hair and pulled him off my cock. A long line of drool ran from his sexy lips to my cock head. I then pulled Brandon to his feet. “Kevin, rim his ass, get it wet and loose,” I ordered as I bent Brandon over and pushed my cock back into his mouth. Kevin spread the tight muscular ass cheeks and buried his face between them. Brandon let out a moan over my cock. It was the first time his virgin manpussy was rimmed and he was in ecstasy. Once my cock was coated with his drool and his ass was loose with Kevin’s saliva, I bent him over the table and outed his muscle pussy. He grunted loud as I pushed through his outer ring and began to plow him. When my cock pounded his prostate, he threw his head back as his eyes rolled back into his head. He never experienced anything like that before. I continued to thrust in and out of him, as I fucked his straight, alpha facade out of him.