The man investigates

"Suspicious," thought the man staring from a distance. While it was clearly a rule this man could enjoy blowjobs in exchange for placing orders, it never quite sat right with him that only he received such a benefit. For a man, with a perfectly ordinary endowment, being so benign and young, how was this allowed? He'd spoken with the manager on a few occasions and knew Enrico was also the owner of this establishment. He instinctively knew it was a rule of society that he should receive a blowjob, yet outside the coffee shop, this college-aged, mediocre excuse for a man would have no such luxury. Even at the Starbucks down the street, with arguably less attractive waitresses. He'd come here to ogle them and was quite shocked to witness one of these beauties give a live sex show. Though, one waitress did it and now it seemed like another beauty was about to bless his manhood.

Even though, the man knew it was a rule the waitresses had to do it, the sudden change in the guy's member seemed impossible. It had gone from soft and looking like it would take a week to recover from how hard he came to ready to go in seconds. All he'd done in this few seconds was just writing in his notebook. Writing erotica or a journal of this event perhaps? It's not like he took out his phone and started watching some very specific adult video to turn him on or even watch keep his eyes of the many beautiful topless women. There were so many pairs of breasts, he himself hardly knew where to turn his head until the live sex show started. No, his focus was on his writing in that notebook and suddenly he's able to get aroused. Not just hard, but its proportions seemed to have miraculously changed. This erection made his former seem pitiful in comparison. Even flaccid, he was certain it was an improvement. Easily triple the volume and nearly twice the length. Something of urban legend.

Casually, the man plotted and waited for the young boy to be distracted. As opportunity arose, he took his admittedly aged cellphone and opened the camera app. He figured if nothing else, he'd just investigate what was written. Getting up to go to the counter and order another coffee, he purposefully took the long way striding behind the gentleman who was entirely focused on the tussle of red hair in his lap gagging as the man thrust hard with his hands on the back of her head. Poor lass did her best to worship it dutifully and constantly gave praise between every breathe. The servitude and devotion to that dick was unmatched by anything his member had inspired. Being careful not to stop and alert the writer, he took a quick photo of the open notebook and continued on his way to get into line of customers in front of the counter. But not before his phone made a 'Sutter' sound. Blast! The sound effect he could never get rid of to take a discreet photo in an art gallery or museum.

Many passer byers had suddenly developed a thirst after glancing in the window and he couldn't blame them. This place was frequently busy because of the beauties. A live sex show just added to the atmosphere. Hurrying out his typical order, the man tried to act, as casual as possible, given the circumstances. There were a few hopes. Perhaps the young boy didn't notice the sound or couldn't determined where it come from or assumed the worst and he just took a photo of the young red head gagging on his massive pole that somehow seemed to be fitting in all the way in her mouth and completely down her gullet.

Just as he was about to open the photo, the gentleman forgot wat he was about to do.

Old rule: "If anyone takes a photo in here, it will become one of their favorite wank-materials but they won't view it until they are in the comfort of their own home and never outside. They will forget about the photo outside those circumstances. "

Let's see what this morphs to...yeah that's good.

Old Rules: "Photos taken in the presence of the notebook owner, while in Enrico's Café, will become the photographer's favorite masturbation aid. This aid will only be used in the comfort of the photographers home and in private. They will forget about it outside those circumstances. "

Much later that evening, after a long and arduous day at the office, it was time to put his feet up. For some reason, he felt like a wank, which was uncharacteristic at his age really. Figuring a photo or two might help, he opened his camera of all reasons and started to stroke his dick as he read a list of ....rules? How odd. His mind flashed back to the cafe where a young man, of enormous favor by the gods, was thrusting in and out of a beautiful, gorgeous red-headed lass. He started to read some of the most recent tries causing the man's eyes to just about gouge out of his head. "No way!" he thought. Written on the sheet was a new rule that every 2nd cup the man would get a blowjob and 3rd cup from the 2nd most attractive waitress and so on? I mean, yes, that was rule but was it a rule but wasn't it a rule yesterday, was it? Pretty sure "the rulebook owner" as the notebook referred to him had been in the shop and ordered a second cup. Perhaps a third but no magically-appearing endowment or sexual proclivities occurred.

Pausing for a moment, he wondered if the rulebook exchanged hands if he would become the "owner" referred to by the book and if those rules would then apply to himself?

The next paragraph describing some measurements, general shape and blemish-free cock was incredible. It really did seem like a description of a urban legend where a woman or man might talk about the one time they swore they saw a monster-cock in the flesh and in an attempt to make a compelling story, they over embellish the details to the point of grandeur for the sake of a good story.

If it was real though, if these rules had somehow become reality, the man knew he had to obtain that notebook somehow and fast. In the hands of a juvenile, horny college aged man, it could lead to disaster. Surely, a more distinguished gentleman such as himself, deserved or would be able to show, restraint.

He resolved to finish his wank reading the rules as quick as possible. To be out early the next morning and to obtain that notebook through whatever means, even if it was surreptitious or vile. Yet as he came, the memory of the photo faded from his mind.