We pulled on our clothes and jumped into Sven's pick-up, with me in the middle. I looked over at Kurt. He sure looked good. He wasn't wearing his mechanic's overalls like I'd seen him in last time. He had on a faded pair of jeans that looked real good on him; not too tight, but not too loose either. They fit nicely on his hips. Up top he had on a plain black t-shirt that fit him snugly; the soft black cotton forming nicely to the inviting contours of his strong muscular chest and shoulders. His bulging biceps had the little sleeves of the t-shirt stretched tightly around his upper arms. Like the rest of his body, his arms were covered by a generous amount of dark curly hair; very different from what I was used to with Sven; I liked it though.
"I know a nice steak house that'll do just fine," Sven said as he slipped the truck into gear and headed back out onto the main road.
"Sounds good to me," Kurt replied. "What about you, Joey? Feel like getting a nice big piece of meat into you?" They both started chuckling as I looked up at Kurt's smiling face in surprise.
"Y....yes," I said, feeling myself turning red at his suggestive expression.
"Well, why don't slip your hand in there, Joey," he said as he nodded towards his crotch as he lifted the waistband of his jeans away from his stomach an inch or so, "and see if you can find a piece of meat to your liking." I looked quickly at Sven as if asking permission and he gave me a little nod. I reached over with my right hand and slid it right down inside Kurt's jeans. Like both Sven and I, I noticed that he'd left off the underwear he'd been wearing when he arrived. As my hand slid over his wiry pubic hair, he let go of his jeans with his hand and laid it on the back of the seat behind me. His crotch felt nice and warm as I moved my hand deeper into his thick nest of pubic hair. My fingertips touched the thick root of his big cock and through his jeans I could see it lying sideways across his abdomen.
"That's it, feel that piece of meat and see if you think that one'll be able to fill you up," Kurt said as he let his thick thighs roll open to each side. I let my delicate little fingers slip over that thick tube of flesh and then let my softly gripping hand slide along the enticing length. It felt so warm and velvety smooth as my hand followed the thick tube until my fingers wrapped around the spongy membranes of his helmet.
"Mmmmm, that feels nice," I said softly as I moved my hand back and forth along the full length of his supple member.
"Do you think that's big enough for you?" Kurt asked provocatively as I felt his big limber cock start to thicken under my stroking hand.
"Oh.......yesssss," I said with a soft groan as I gave his stiffening cock a gentle squeeze.
"You guys are just gonna hafta wait on that," Sven said as I felt the truck turn abruptly. "Here we are." I looked up and saw he'd pulled off the road into the busy parking lot for the steakhouse. I kept my hand wrapped around Kurt's thick cock as Sven deftly pulled between two other trucks and slammed the truck into park.
"Okay, Joey," Kurt said, "slide your hand way down there and let me feel you cradle my balls for a second." I did as he asked and my hand sank deep into the moist warmth of his crotch. I slipped my hand around his sweaty sack and cupped his big warm nuts. They felt heavy and full in my cradling hand as I fingered them gingerly.
"That's good," Kurt said as he moved slightly, signally he wanted me to remove my hand. Reluctantly, I slowly withdrew my hand from inside his jeans.
"Smell that," Kurt encouraged as he nodded toward my hand. I brought his hand up to my face and as I breathed deeply of his warm manly sweat, I closed my eyes and let out a little purr of pleasure.
"Now lick it," he said. I brought my open palm to my mouth and licked the whole surface with the flat of my tongue. I could taste the salty sweat of his crotch and it inspired me to slip each of my fingers into my mouth and lick up as much of the warm salty flavor as I could.
"Mmmmm.....nice," I mewed softly as I licked my hand totally clean.
"C'mon you two, I'm starving," Sven said with a big smile on his face as he got out of the pick-up. Kurt and I followed and the three of us entered the big restaurant. It took a minute or so for our eyes to get accustomed to the dark atmosphere inside the restaurant; so different from the bright sunshine we'd just come from. It was late afternoon and the sun wouldn't be going down for a couple of hours yet.
"Just the three of you?" an older balding guy with a nametag that said 'Manager' asked us.
"Yep," Sven replied.
"Would you prefer a table of booth?"
"A booth."
"Okay, right this way," the man said as he led us to an empty booth on the far side from the entryway. Sven motioned for me to go in first, then slid in next to me with Kurt taking the seat across from us. The manager set menus down in front of the three of us. "Robert will be your waiter tonight. He'll be right with you."
The restaurant was made up to look like an old-fashioned ranch with plenty of rough-sawn wood, butcher-block paper on the tables, animal heads on the walls, some antique signs and other paraphernalia. I looked around at everything with interest. It looked really good. I was glad Sven had chosen this place.
"Hi guys; my name's Robert," a young guy said as he came up, grabbed a crayon from a little plastic cup on our table and wrote his name on the paper-covered table so it was facing us. "I'll be your waiter tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?" I looked at the guy's name; ROBERT, and I was really impressed that he had written it so quickly upside down; I wondered how long it had taken him to practice that. I had never seen anybody do that before. I looked at Sven and Kurt to see if they had noticed too, but neither one of them seemed to have paid any attention to it.
"Yeah, bring us a couple of beers," Sven said evenly, "and a Coke for the kid."
"Yes sir, two beers and a Coke," Robert said as he turned on his heel and headed towards the bar area. He looked like a college student in his early twenties, probably working a part-time job to make a few bucks. He was a good-looking guy, sandy-brown hair, about 5'-10" with a medium build and I noticed how white his perfect teeth seemed when he smiled at us. He looked like something straight out of a tooth-paste commercial. We were looking through the menus as Robert came back with a tray and plunked down a couple of beers and a tall icy glass of Coke in front of us. Sven closed up his menu and looked up at the waiter.
"All set already?" Robert asked as he pulled out his little order pad.
