Mystery IngredientStory by TexasBeauPosted 12 days ago 211 views
My buddy decided that he wanted to try out some new recipes, so he invited me over one morning. I told him that I had a lot of work to do for one client. He begged me and promised that it wouldn't take that long, "Get ready for work first. Then, stop over to try out some new recipes before you go to work". Somehow, I don't see this working out well for me, but it's really hard to turn him down since he is trying so hard and I know that look on his face when he is asking.
I knew just how hot it was going to be that day, so I threw on my thong, untied work boots, gloves, bandana tied around my neck and baseball cap backwards. I threw my tools in the back of my truck and headed over. He had set up a table and chair by his "pond" - more like a mudbog, but that is an entirely different story - and a serving table filled with so many things. I asked him just how much he thought I was going to eat? "No worries, I want to make sure that there is enough for you to really get the whole experience."
I take off my ball cap and leave it next to the chair on the ground. He tells me that he wants to see if I can figure out the special ingredient he puts into each dish, but doesn't want me looking to figure it out. He wants me to figure it out by taste, texture and consistency. So he takes the bandana off of me, folds it up tight and uses it to blindfold me. He guides me over to the table with one hand on my back - shortly I find out what was in his other hand. He tells me to wait so he can put something down and pull out my chair. A moment later he tells me to sit directly down and he will get me something to drink, and pushes down on my shoulders, with a bit of force.
SPLAT!! I am sitting in a big bowl of something. "Man - what is this", I ask him. It is so deep that I can feel that I my thong is completely submerged.
"Ohhhhhhh, that is for the dessert. Sorry, I put it down when I pulled out your chair."
I start to stand up, but he pushes me back down even harder and I can feel the thick substance splash up my back and all over my thighs. "Dude, you just got a spot on my clean apron. Be careful" he tells me. "I want you to have these in order, so wait on figuring out what that is until after breakfast".
"Something to drink to start". He hands me a glass and I take a sip.
"It's orange, mango juice".
"What else?" he asks. Geez, I don't know.
He wants me to try some more, and he pours a huge jug over my head and tells me that the third item was pineapple. I am soaked and still sitting in the bowl of that thick substance, though it is a bit watery now that the juice has mixed in.
Okay, for the first course a parfait. Guess what the different fruits are that I add. He has me stand up, the thick substance is running down my legs as I pull myself out of it. He tells me that yogurt parfait was chocolate,but the juice altered it. "I don't want you to get confused with the others", so he pulls out the back of my thong and dumps the rest down my back letting it slide into my thong and lets go so that it snaps back. Next thing I know he is dunking my head down to my shoulders in the next yogurt parfait. I sputter from the surprise, and I have no idea what it could be. So, he dunks my head again two more times. It runs down my chest.
"It's key lime", and he pulls open the front of my thong and pours the rest down there. I can feel it running down my legs. It is mixing in my boots with the other yogurt. They are completely full - probably should have tied them.
"Okay, last one" and he dunks my head in a third bowl. It is much thicker.
"Uuuhhhhmmmm...", he doesn't wait for me to finish. He dunks my head again, tells me it is passion fruit and pours it all over my chest and back. Then I feel something sticky pouring over me - "You can have raspberry, strawberry or blueberry glaze"
He brings me back to my seat and I hesitantly sit down, phew nothing new but I can feel the yogurt squelching around my cock and balls. "Now, try this pancake and tell me how I made It." I am really nervous, but I take a bite of the pancake that he holds in front of me. It is really good and I tell him but he wants to know how so. So, I tell him that they are very light and fluffy. He seems satisfied.
"Let me show you how I did it. I split the liquid into whole milk and cream, warmed butter, eggs and flour. I added them in one at a time, a little bit by a little bit over and over again", he tells me. He proceeds to pour melted butter over my chest, followed by heavy cream, flour, the milk and then he smashes two eggs on my pecs. He repeats it but now it is down my back. He does it two more times down my back and my chest.
"Sorry man, I forgot - I added orange zest to the syrup", and I feel the sticky syrup being poured over my head. It just keeps coming and coming. I look up, to see if it is going to end but it is no use as I am blindfolded.. It just keeps pouring over me.
Dessert time...it's four different soft serve flans. I get the toffee one to the face, a thick gloopy citrus flan sandwich and the caramel one over the top of my head. He says that they turned out much thicker and creamier than he expected.
"Hmmmm..., you didn't really figure them out that well. That's okay, we can try it again. I have lots of other ideas. I did make you a to-go package as a thanks for helping me out. You can have it at work". He then puts my cap on my head, pulling it down hard, which he has filled with everything that he has served to me.
"Have a good day at work", and gives my a playful slap on my ass.