Clare London

Three men together. Diverse tastes ... one common love.<br><br>Richie Morton’s sunk all his hopes and savings into a new restaurant in South London promoting British ingredients and recipes. Yet on opening night, it all seems to be heading for disaster. Lost ingredients, manic chefs, no sign of the customers ... he’s in despair. And where are his best friends Craig and Ben, who’ve been helping him set up the new venture? The least they could offer is moral support.<br><br>When they do eventually step in, though, they offer support of a very different kind. They tell Richie some home truths -- that he pushes himself too much, and must learn to share and trust his life with others. With them, specifically. And then, when Richie’s still unconvinced, they decide to let actions speak for their love instead. They’ll help him relax and dish up a caring, sexy, and far more intimate menu.

Dish of the Day

Richie’s breath burst out with a small panting noise. His cock twitched in response to the provocative sight. Ben laughed softly from between Richie’s legs at the uncontrolled reaction.


“You seem to be managing pretty well with the shock.” Craig grinned. “Maybe we underestimated you.”


“Richie?” Ben’s head lifted for a moment, a thread of saliva still clinging to his lips, the other end still attached to the tip of Richie’s aching cock. “Is he right?” His voice was slurred, as if he were drunk on Richie’s pre-cum. “Are you all right with this? Maybe I rushed you.”


His expression was pleading, his gaze searching Richie’s face, looking for agreement. Richie flushed. He opened his mouth but all that came out was a sigh.


Craig groaned in the background. He’d slid a hand down the front of his jeans, and was shifting himself, trying to get his dick more comfortable. “Ben, you really choose your moments. I’m going to need medical help if the pair of you call a halt right now.”


Chapter 12