Weinerman, Continues
Weinerman, Continues
Chapter 2: Hot-diggity-dog
We watched in awe at the too-big hotdogs he was expertly slinging. These aren’t skinny ‘Nathan’s-like’ dogs. They are jumbos and I mean jumbo! He cuts them in half (every time) and places them open end down on his griddle. There is no dirty hot dog water to deal with either. The cart is overly stocked with his inventory too. The dogs are grilled ‘open face’ dropped into a bun and wrapped in foil. Five feet away are your toppings, including standard ketchup, mustard, relish, sauerkraut, but also chopped onions and jalapenos. I noticed special sauces and seasonings available too, but not many of the patrons were using them. My friends and I decided to try them and that was the start of our eerie connection to The Weinerman.
Once the line died down, Tommy beckoned us over and made each of us what he called a Devil Dog. It was one of his jumbo hotdogs but it had a smaller red hotdog in the middle. He called it a Hots and said that it is a mix of beef and pork and has a red casing to distinguish it from other types of hotdogs. At the time, my friends and I thought nothing of it. However, on Halloween, we were in for one hell of a treat.
We added some of the special sauces and seasonings to our twisted hotdogs. They, to this day, are some of the best hotdogs that I have ever put in my mouth. But that's the thing, isn't it? Lure hot, hungry, and horny customers in and serve them with something that they can't find anywhere else. Feed their addiction as you trap their souls in delicious goodness. After we paid for our food and left Tommy a tip, we all went home. Everything was normal until Halloween night.
Chapter 3: Attack Of The Weinerman
It was Halloween night and we were all dressed in costumes as we went from bar to bar around Jackson Square. When our stomachs began to growl we looked for Tommy’s cart, but it was nowhere to be found. I found that odd because he had told us that he was always there unless the weather was bad and tonight the weather was perfect. Usually in the French Quarter this time of year, it can be a bit breezy and chilly at night, but tonight it is a nice warm night. It isn't hot enough to wear swimwear but it isn't cool enough to need a jacket. Tommy should be here, but why isn't he?
We found another wiener vendor, but his sausages weren't nearly as tasty as Tommy’s nor was the guy who served us. He was a squatty balding middle-aged man while Tommy was the opposite…tall, muscular, young, and extremely virile. This vendor’s hotdogs were limp and lifeless compared to Tommy’s jumbos. I was even still hungry when I got home just before midnight. While standing nude in my kitchen, staring into my refrigerator I heard a deep voice behind me.
“I have something you can eat,” the sultry voice said.
I spun and dropped the half-eaten sandwich I was holding. “T…T…Tommy.”
He grinned before his blue eyes flashed red. “My name isn't Tommy,” he said as he stalked toward me forcing my ass to hit the counter. He ripped his clothes off causing his engorged cock to spring free. “But I do have a jumbo one for you.”
“Who…who are you?”
He runs his finger along my jaw and down my neck. “It isn't who I am that you should be worried about, Sugar. It's what.”
Instinctively, I jumped back but in doing so my ass ended up on my counter. He grinned deviously as his eyes danced with a fire ready to incinerate me as he devoured me. “I'm the Weinerman,” he said huskily as he plunged his cock into me.
Now every Halloween he visits me and countless others. Had I known that I would be entranced by a devil called The Weinerman, I would have never had that special hotdog topped with special seasonings and sauces. So my friends beware hotdog carts near Halloween or you too will suffer from an Attack Of The Weinerman!