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I love/hate these busy Saturday afternoons here at Antone's. I know that I should be grateful for the business and the income it provides, still, hungry people get on my damn nerves. I find myself cursing under my breath the entire way to grab some desserts from the walk-in cooler. When I open the door, my frustration instantly vanishes.
Watching him from behind allows me a brief moment to appreciate the view. Chef isn't a big man but he isn't small either. He's about 5'11-ish and his weight is proportionate to his height. In fact, stealing my glimpse of him from this angle I can appreciate how his broad shoulders and back muscles slim down to his waistline. His ass rock hard and solid leg muscles flexing as he fights with a box on the top shelf of the rack that he is reaching for.
"Give me a second and I'll be out of your way." He barks out without turning around.
"No worries," I reply in a soft, shy voice.
He stops what he's doing and turns his head to look at me. The moment he does his dark hair and olive skin tone instantly makes me smile. A small little crooked smile.
"Close the door and get your fine little ass over here."
Closing the door behind me I don't move instead I reach behind my back and grab a hold of the handle.
"Nope, we almost got caught the last time."
By the time I finished my statement he was already on me. Sliding his hand behind me and placing it on the small of my back. His other hand sliding behind my neck pulling me up on my tiptoes as he leans down to meet me halfway. In that instant, he was kissing me and I was allowing him to slide his hand from the small of my back to the bottom curve of my ass. Cupping me firmly and squeezing gently...I moaned.
The kiss didn't last but a minute but to me, it lasted longer in my mind...
I'd been working at the famous Antone's since I graduated high school. I moved out of my parents' home that summer and a month later a friend of my older brothers got me the job. I started busing tables and moved up to being a server. By the time I started university in the fall I was making $500 a week in tips. I clear about a grand a week now but who's counting.
Chef had started flirting with me about six months ago. It started with a wink and a blowing kiss when nobody was looking. At first, I didn't know how to react. When I moved out of my parent's house right out of high school I came out to my mother while she was helping me unpack. She didn't react like I thought she would because according to her she always suspected that I might be gay.
"Honey you're so pretty and even though you hide it well; a mother can always tell."
I still remember those words. I call bullshit but she's my mother so we'll leave it at that. Still, after that day it was like we became even closer if that's even possible. I'm the youngest of 4 boys that Gerald and Mary birthed into this world. My brothers are all behemoths, well over six feet tall. I've been 5'5" since my sophomore year of high school.
We're a tight family and my brothers always were then and even now if I was to allow them, very protective of me. Of course, my mom and dad would constantly be telling them to watch out for me. That didn't help, it only made it worse. Growing up it would always piss me off that they thought I needed all of their protection. So, I guess from day one I've always had a chip on my shoulder.
I was determined from a young age that I was going to make it on my own terms. As a kid, I didn't shy away from confrontations. When I was old enough to go on the fishing trips with my brothers and my father, they would make fun of me because I couldn't catch fish like the great Lowry men. That stopped when I started catching the biggest fish of the day on a regular basis.
When I was allowed to go on hunting trips the joke was that guns scared me. I've never been scared of guns; I've just never understood the fairness in shooting a deer from a designated deer blind with a high-powered rifle. When I tracked and brought down my first buck with my trusty compound bow, the jokes stopped. And in the eighth grade, when a bully twice my size thought it would be easy to pick on me, I beat his ass so bad that I almost went to jail for it.
"God damn it, Mary!! Never have I had to deal with this shit!! He damn near killed the boy!"
Man, the old man was furious. My mother just puffed her chest out and said she was proud of me and Harvey Watkins, the boys' father, better think twice about putting her son in jail. In the end, it all calmed down but from that day forward I never had an issue with anyone growing up.
Still, there was one thing that took me forever to figure out, girls. In fact, it wasn't until the senior prom that I started to get a grasp on who I was. Leslie and I had been dating all year and we made a pact that after we both turned 18, after senior prom, we would lose our virginity with each other. That was one of the cruelest nights that I will never forget.
Since we were both 18, I was able to rent bahis şirketleri (http://www.kejva.com/) a nice hotel suite to go to after prom. The night went well, we danced and had a great time. Afterward, we made our way back to the hotel, and there we were, ready to do the deed. I should have known that it wasn't going to end well for me that night. First of all, I couldn't get an erection. Second, even if I had gotten an erection it wouldn't have mattered. I'm all of 5" long when I'm hard, maybe, if that! So the entire time Leslie had 2 maybe 3 inches to play with.
It was a failure of epic proportions and Leslie wound up calling a friend to pick her up. I went home and cried myself to sleep. The next day my mother could see that I was hurting and she told me that I needed a break. We got dressed and off we went to her spa. This wasn't an odd thing for us to do. I eventually got bored with the hunting and fishing trips with the Lowery men. One day my mother comes up with the idea of me going with her to her spa.
I thought to myself, sure why not? I'd get my manicure and pedicure with her. She'd get a massage and I'd hit the weight room or go for a run on the open track by the golf course. We'd finish and then go have lunch at her club and call it a day. So, when she brought up the idea of the spa I thought sure maybe it'll get my mind off the fact that I couldn't get it hard for my girlfriend.
Honestly? Leslie laughed at me. She did try, I do have to give her that. But I should have known it wasn't going to go well when she asked, "Is this your thing? Your cock?" When she looked under the blanket she laughed. That escalated from don't worry about it not getting hard to why is it so small? By the time Leslie left that night she wasn't mad, she was disgusted.
When we arrived at the spa my mother pointed out that since I was 18 now why didn't I just get myself a massage. Until that moment I didn't know that I had to be 18 to get a massage?
"C'mon baby, get a good massage, you'll feel better."
I just nodded and went along with it. I went into the dressing room and got myself undressed and pulled over the big comfy white robe, making sure that I had wrapped a big towel around my waist first. When I got into the massage room, I suddenly felt a bit nervous, hesitant.
"You're Joseph? Hi Joseph my name is Thad," he said with a deep voice.
I was taken aback by him and couldn't help but notice how toned and handsome this man looked. The fact that I had noticed those things is what made me hesitate for a brief moment before I could respond.
"Jo-Joey, you can call me Joey, everyone else does," I replied with a soft, nervous tone.
"Oh, ok, Joey it is. My real name is Thaddeus so, I get it." Telling me his real name didn't help ease my tension.
"C'mon babe, jump up on the table, and let's see if we can't relieve some of your troubles."
When he said that I almost started to panic. No, I thought to myself, no way my mother said anything about what I had just gone through. You're overthinking this Joe, I thought to myself. I Took off my robe, keeping my towel around my waist, and jumped up on the table.
"So how bashful are you, Joey?"
I didn't understand the question. I mean I understood the question but why was he asking? He must have noticed my apprehension in my eyes and he laughed a gentle laugh.
"Relax hon, I can hold up this towel so that you can take off your towel and lay on your stomach. Then I'll place this towel over your backside. Or, you can toss the towel and get comfortable on the table and I'll lay the towel over you. It's up to you."
Ok now it made sense and without giving it another thought I took off my towel and laid face down on the table and waited for him to put the towel over my backside.
"Very nice," he whispered in that low seductive tone of his.
What did he mean very nice and why was he calling me babe and hon? Before I could build on that thought I felt him squirt warm oil over the back of my legs. Instantly he was rubbing generous amounts of the warm oil over my calves and back of my legs. Starting at my feet with a hard gentle rub. My calves and then my hamstring muscles.
I was feeling good and relaxing while he tended to my leg muscles with those large gentle hands. He kept working his way higher and each time he'd fold the towel back to expose more of my legs until he'd reached the end.
"Do you want me to stop or keep going?"
I thought what an odd question to ask. He had only done the back of my legs, why would I want him to stop?
"No sir, keep going, please," was my reply.
I had just finished saying please when he pulled the towel off of me and his hands went to work on my hips. My eyes were wide open and I let out a gasp. I had just given this man permission to play with my ass! He started with my hips then I felt the warm sensation of him squirting another generous amount of oil all over my ass. Putting the bottle down he went to work kneading and massaging me. My shock had vanished and soon I was allowing bahis firmaları (http://www.kejva.com/) myself to feel things that I've never felt before.
I felt myself begin to dribble precum from my penis. He was working my legs, my hips, and now my ass with those wonderful large hands of his. Then taking one cheek in each hand he pushed me open. I could feel my face begin to get hot. I was blushing and this man was looking straight down on my virgin pink asshole.
That's when I noticed his breathing had changed and so had mine. But what came next almost made me jump out of my skin. He ran his hand right down the middle of my crack and started to rub his index finger on my hole.
I moaned...
"Just relax precious, let daddy take care of you."
And with those final words, he pushed his index finger in me, deep. I could feel his knuckle then he slid it out. He repeated this for a few more minutes. Then, he added another finger until he was deep inside of me with three fingers. With the help of a generous amount of oil, he worked my cherry hole like a pro. At that point I was squirming and moaning, loving every minute of it.
But that wasn't the best part. He started massaging my prostate. Gently at first then it was as if he was attacking it. I lasted all of maybe one minute and I let out a muffled scream into a towel. My little cock was spewing cum under me. It was so intense that I thought I was going to faint. Thad had stopped finger fucking me and was just pushing down on my prostrate as I twitched uncontrollably.
Finally, it was over and he slipped his fingers out of me...
"Get up baby and put this towel around your waist."
I was in a daze. I could barely move but managed to sit up. The amount of cum on the massage table and on me was crazy. I looked up at Thad who was looking right at me, smiling.
"I wish we'd met outside this place baby girl. Is this your first time?"
I just nodded, yes.
"I know you have a lot of questions baby but just follow your heart and you'll be fine."
I wrapped the towel around my waist and started to walk out of the room when I stopped. I turned around and watched as Thad was wiping down the table and getting ready to fold it up. I had to know.
"If I would have said, no. Would you have stopped?"
"Oh baby, of course, I would have stopped, that's why I asked."
He walked over to me and pushed my hair out of my face and leaned down. He kissed me, a soft gentle kiss. Then he smiled at me and held the door open for me. That was the day that I knew, I liked men
I loved how the chef kissed me, how he took his time with me. He had never rushed me all of these past months that have led up to this comfortability that we've developed with each other. He's never even been to my apartment. I've never invited him and he's never asked for an invitation. Still, even though I enjoyed our unplanned meetings I was starting to want more.
"I think I'm falling for you baby doll," his voice sounding soft and gentle.
Not the loud gruff voice that he uses with his kitchen staff or with us, the servers when we get on his nerves. When he first started flirting with me he scared me. I'm a private person and don't allow many people into my inner circle. The thought of this man coming on to me scared the hell out of me. Especially since we worked together.
"Don't shit where you eat!"
I can still hear my father yelling at us over the years. This was his favorite go-to line for his sons. I never understood it until now and now I get it. Flirting with the chef and now getting physical with him definitely had all the signs of me taking a big old shit right where I ate.
"We better stop before someone comes in here." We'd been in the walk-in cooler for all of two minutes. Still, any minute someone would pull on the door and we both knew it.
I gathered myself but before he grabbed what he'd come in here for in the first place he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I didn't even blink and in that instant I found myself holding on to his cock. It was through his pants but I could still feel how thick it felt in my hand. I swallowed and he then moved my hand away and left the cooler.
We were definitely crossing boundaries, that was the first time he'd pulled that move...
Don't get me wrong, I've held a cock in my hand...
I had been on my own for a couple of months and being fingered during my first massage was still very fresh in my mind. On this day I was coming back from the pool late one evening when I bumped into a face that I hadn't seen since my sophomore year of high school. Phillip Moon...
I was a student trainer for the athletic department all through high school but the day that Phillip Moon tore his ACL was a day I'll never forget. It was during practice and I was standing with the coaches behind the line of scrimmage. Phillip dropped back to pass and an overzealous sophomore took his right knee out. The sound of his knee giving out and the excruciating pain that it put him in was something kaçak bahis siteleri (http://www.kejva.com/) I'll never forget.
"Whoa! Hey, I know you," he said to me as we passed under the arch of the breezeway next to my apartment.
Looking up I instantly remembered who he was but what I didn't remember was how handsome he was. Probably because as a sophomore in high school it never would have occurred to me to notice such a thing in a guy.
"Phillip, right? Phillip Moon?" I questioned as if I didn't know.
We both laughed and instantly he started talking. He explained how he was dropping off a friend and started asking how I'd been. His amazement that it'd been three or four years since he saw me last. He was talking to me like I was some long-lost friend. Far from it, I barely knew him. But I went along with him because I was mesmerized by how handsome he looked.
Phillip was well over six feet tall and even though it'd been some years since he was that athlete in high school his body was solid. My eyes kept stealing glances as he spoke. I was finally able to let my eyes get a look at his crotch and I think he caught me. I'll never be sure if he did or not.
"Which one is your apartment?' He asked me the question but I never told him that I had an apartment there.
"This is me," I replied, motioning with my hand at the door just a few feet away from me.
"Would you like to come in?" The question was moot because I hadn't even finished asking when he stepped up to me. Sliding his hand over my shoulder and turning me towards the door.
We went inside and enjoyed a little small talk. He was going on about his glory days and I just nodded and smiled. Then he stopped talking and patted the spot next to him on the couch. I had been sitting in my chair a few feet away and instantly my stomach felt like it was full of butterflies.
I was in my swim trunks and t-shirt. Phillip was dressed as he'd just been out on a date. When he patted the spot next to him I knew what he wanted but until that moment I hadn't allowed myself to act out on any of my desires. If not now, then when? I thought to myself.
Sitting next to him was a bit intoxicating. He turned and placed his arm over my shoulders like any guy would when he's getting ready to make out with his girl. The only thing was that I was the girl tonight. He leaned down and I tilted my face to meet his. Just like that, I was kissing a man.
I'd been kissed by Thad and I'll never forget it but this was different. I could taste Phillip's tongue and I placed my hand on his chest. I could feel his heart beating. In that instant we were kissing madly, our lips making those smacking, suckling noises that couples make when nobody's around. He stopped and pulled back inches away from my face.
"That day when I hurt my knee you held my hand. It was the first time a guy had held my hand and I never forgot you."
What could I say? I didn't even remember that part but I didn't care because he was here. He was on my couch and I was in his arms. Before he could say another word, I leaned into him and we were kissing again. Phillip began to get up from the couch but not before scooping me up in his arms. I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck and released my kiss. My mouth suckling his neck as he walked into my bedroom with me in his arms.
This was the moment that I'd been waiting for and it felt so good. He put me down on the bed and I sat up on the edge. Phillip was in front of me and started fumbling with his belt and his pants. I was so eager that I'd lost myself in the act. I finally pulled his pants down to his knees and in front of me was his gorgeous cock.
The head of his cock looked big and the shaft of his cock was thick. His balls were full and they were nestled on a well-trimmed bush of blonde pubic hair. Taking it in my hand I couldn't get over how heavy it felt. Before I could overthink it, I slid his cock into my mouth. The muskiness of his crotch, the scent, it was too much. I moaned...
I had researched it to death, I'd seen gay porn, read the articles and now I was putting my knowledge to the test. I suckled his cock allowing my tongue to slather the underside of his cockhead. I slurped the excessive saliva, swallowing it. I couldn't get the head past my gag reflexes but he didn't seem to mind.
After a few minutes, he had my head in his hands, and now he was moving his hips. He was fucking my mouth. I couldn't help but moan and slurp up the precum and saliva. His grip on my head begin to tighten and his breathing started to become erratic. He wasn't going to hold out much longer.
That first rope of his semen hit the back of my throat and laid flat on my tongue. I jumped the instant he did it. Then another and another, I swallowed. Another and another, I kept swallowing. Finally, he was starting to slow down. I was able to hold his last few shots of semen in my mouth. I wanted to savor it, to taste him.
Looking up at that handsome face I opened my mouth so he could see how full it was with his seed. Then I closed it and took a big swallow. He was done. He pulled up his pants and kissed my forehead. Told me how nice it had been to see me. He politely excused himself and I got up to walk him to the door. And that was that...
Watching him from behind allows me a brief moment to appreciate the view. Chef isn't a big man but he isn't small either. He's about 5'11-ish and his weight is proportionate to his height. In fact, stealing my glimpse of him from this angle I can appreciate how his broad shoulders and back muscles slim down to his waistline. His ass rock hard and solid leg muscles flexing as he fights with a box on the top shelf of the rack that he is reaching for.
"Give me a second and I'll be out of your way." He barks out without turning around.
"No worries," I reply in a soft, shy voice.
He stops what he's doing and turns his head to look at me. The moment he does his dark hair and olive skin tone instantly makes me smile. A small little crooked smile.
"Close the door and get your fine little ass over here."
Closing the door behind me I don't move instead I reach behind my back and grab a hold of the handle.
"Nope, we almost got caught the last time."
By the time I finished my statement he was already on me. Sliding his hand behind me and placing it on the small of my back. His other hand sliding behind my neck pulling me up on my tiptoes as he leans down to meet me halfway. In that instant, he was kissing me and I was allowing him to slide his hand from the small of my back to the bottom curve of my ass. Cupping me firmly and squeezing gently...I moaned.
The kiss didn't last but a minute but to me, it lasted longer in my mind...
I'd been working at the famous Antone's since I graduated high school. I moved out of my parents' home that summer and a month later a friend of my older brothers got me the job. I started busing tables and moved up to being a server. By the time I started university in the fall I was making $500 a week in tips. I clear about a grand a week now but who's counting.
Chef had started flirting with me about six months ago. It started with a wink and a blowing kiss when nobody was looking. At first, I didn't know how to react. When I moved out of my parent's house right out of high school I came out to my mother while she was helping me unpack. She didn't react like I thought she would because according to her she always suspected that I might be gay.
"Honey you're so pretty and even though you hide it well; a mother can always tell."
I still remember those words. I call bullshit but she's my mother so we'll leave it at that. Still, after that day it was like we became even closer if that's even possible. I'm the youngest of 4 boys that Gerald and Mary birthed into this world. My brothers are all behemoths, well over six feet tall. I've been 5'5" since my sophomore year of high school.
We're a tight family and my brothers always were then and even now if I was to allow them, very protective of me. Of course, my mom and dad would constantly be telling them to watch out for me. That didn't help, it only made it worse. Growing up it would always piss me off that they thought I needed all of their protection. So, I guess from day one I've always had a chip on my shoulder.
I was determined from a young age that I was going to make it on my own terms. As a kid, I didn't shy away from confrontations. When I was old enough to go on the fishing trips with my brothers and my father, they would make fun of me because I couldn't catch fish like the great Lowry men. That stopped when I started catching the biggest fish of the day on a regular basis.
When I was allowed to go on hunting trips the joke was that guns scared me. I've never been scared of guns; I've just never understood the fairness in shooting a deer from a designated deer blind with a high-powered rifle. When I tracked and brought down my first buck with my trusty compound bow, the jokes stopped. And in the eighth grade, when a bully twice my size thought it would be easy to pick on me, I beat his ass so bad that I almost went to jail for it.
"God damn it, Mary!! Never have I had to deal with this shit!! He damn near killed the boy!"
Man, the old man was furious. My mother just puffed her chest out and said she was proud of me and Harvey Watkins, the boys' father, better think twice about putting her son in jail. In the end, it all calmed down but from that day forward I never had an issue with anyone growing up.
Still, there was one thing that took me forever to figure out, girls. In fact, it wasn't until the senior prom that I started to get a grasp on who I was. Leslie and I had been dating all year and we made a pact that after we both turned 18, after senior prom, we would lose our virginity with each other. That was one of the cruelest nights that I will never forget.
Since we were both 18, I was able to rent bahis şirketleri (http://www.kejva.com/) a nice hotel suite to go to after prom. The night went well, we danced and had a great time. Afterward, we made our way back to the hotel, and there we were, ready to do the deed. I should have known that it wasn't going to end well for me that night. First of all, I couldn't get an erection. Second, even if I had gotten an erection it wouldn't have mattered. I'm all of 5" long when I'm hard, maybe, if that! So the entire time Leslie had 2 maybe 3 inches to play with.
It was a failure of epic proportions and Leslie wound up calling a friend to pick her up. I went home and cried myself to sleep. The next day my mother could see that I was hurting and she told me that I needed a break. We got dressed and off we went to her spa. This wasn't an odd thing for us to do. I eventually got bored with the hunting and fishing trips with the Lowery men. One day my mother comes up with the idea of me going with her to her spa.
I thought to myself, sure why not? I'd get my manicure and pedicure with her. She'd get a massage and I'd hit the weight room or go for a run on the open track by the golf course. We'd finish and then go have lunch at her club and call it a day. So, when she brought up the idea of the spa I thought sure maybe it'll get my mind off the fact that I couldn't get it hard for my girlfriend.
Honestly? Leslie laughed at me. She did try, I do have to give her that. But I should have known it wasn't going to go well when she asked, "Is this your thing? Your cock?" When she looked under the blanket she laughed. That escalated from don't worry about it not getting hard to why is it so small? By the time Leslie left that night she wasn't mad, she was disgusted.
When we arrived at the spa my mother pointed out that since I was 18 now why didn't I just get myself a massage. Until that moment I didn't know that I had to be 18 to get a massage?
"C'mon baby, get a good massage, you'll feel better."
I just nodded and went along with it. I went into the dressing room and got myself undressed and pulled over the big comfy white robe, making sure that I had wrapped a big towel around my waist first. When I got into the massage room, I suddenly felt a bit nervous, hesitant.
"You're Joseph? Hi Joseph my name is Thad," he said with a deep voice.
I was taken aback by him and couldn't help but notice how toned and handsome this man looked. The fact that I had noticed those things is what made me hesitate for a brief moment before I could respond.
"Jo-Joey, you can call me Joey, everyone else does," I replied with a soft, nervous tone.
"Oh, ok, Joey it is. My real name is Thaddeus so, I get it." Telling me his real name didn't help ease my tension.
"C'mon babe, jump up on the table, and let's see if we can't relieve some of your troubles."
When he said that I almost started to panic. No, I thought to myself, no way my mother said anything about what I had just gone through. You're overthinking this Joe, I thought to myself. I Took off my robe, keeping my towel around my waist, and jumped up on the table.
"So how bashful are you, Joey?"
I didn't understand the question. I mean I understood the question but why was he asking? He must have noticed my apprehension in my eyes and he laughed a gentle laugh.
"Relax hon, I can hold up this towel so that you can take off your towel and lay on your stomach. Then I'll place this towel over your backside. Or, you can toss the towel and get comfortable on the table and I'll lay the towel over you. It's up to you."
Ok now it made sense and without giving it another thought I took off my towel and laid face down on the table and waited for him to put the towel over my backside.
"Very nice," he whispered in that low seductive tone of his.
What did he mean very nice and why was he calling me babe and hon? Before I could build on that thought I felt him squirt warm oil over the back of my legs. Instantly he was rubbing generous amounts of the warm oil over my calves and back of my legs. Starting at my feet with a hard gentle rub. My calves and then my hamstring muscles.
I was feeling good and relaxing while he tended to my leg muscles with those large gentle hands. He kept working his way higher and each time he'd fold the towel back to expose more of my legs until he'd reached the end.
"Do you want me to stop or keep going?"
I thought what an odd question to ask. He had only done the back of my legs, why would I want him to stop?
"No sir, keep going, please," was my reply.
I had just finished saying please when he pulled the towel off of me and his hands went to work on my hips. My eyes were wide open and I let out a gasp. I had just given this man permission to play with my ass! He started with my hips then I felt the warm sensation of him squirting another generous amount of oil all over my ass. Putting the bottle down he went to work kneading and massaging me. My shock had vanished and soon I was allowing bahis firmaları (http://www.kejva.com/) myself to feel things that I've never felt before.
I felt myself begin to dribble precum from my penis. He was working my legs, my hips, and now my ass with those wonderful large hands of his. Then taking one cheek in each hand he pushed me open. I could feel my face begin to get hot. I was blushing and this man was looking straight down on my virgin pink asshole.
That's when I noticed his breathing had changed and so had mine. But what came next almost made me jump out of my skin. He ran his hand right down the middle of my crack and started to rub his index finger on my hole.
I moaned...
"Just relax precious, let daddy take care of you."
And with those final words, he pushed his index finger in me, deep. I could feel his knuckle then he slid it out. He repeated this for a few more minutes. Then, he added another finger until he was deep inside of me with three fingers. With the help of a generous amount of oil, he worked my cherry hole like a pro. At that point I was squirming and moaning, loving every minute of it.
But that wasn't the best part. He started massaging my prostate. Gently at first then it was as if he was attacking it. I lasted all of maybe one minute and I let out a muffled scream into a towel. My little cock was spewing cum under me. It was so intense that I thought I was going to faint. Thad had stopped finger fucking me and was just pushing down on my prostrate as I twitched uncontrollably.
Finally, it was over and he slipped his fingers out of me...
"Get up baby and put this towel around your waist."
I was in a daze. I could barely move but managed to sit up. The amount of cum on the massage table and on me was crazy. I looked up at Thad who was looking right at me, smiling.
"I wish we'd met outside this place baby girl. Is this your first time?"
I just nodded, yes.
"I know you have a lot of questions baby but just follow your heart and you'll be fine."
I wrapped the towel around my waist and started to walk out of the room when I stopped. I turned around and watched as Thad was wiping down the table and getting ready to fold it up. I had to know.
"If I would have said, no. Would you have stopped?"
"Oh baby, of course, I would have stopped, that's why I asked."
He walked over to me and pushed my hair out of my face and leaned down. He kissed me, a soft gentle kiss. Then he smiled at me and held the door open for me. That was the day that I knew, I liked men
I loved how the chef kissed me, how he took his time with me. He had never rushed me all of these past months that have led up to this comfortability that we've developed with each other. He's never even been to my apartment. I've never invited him and he's never asked for an invitation. Still, even though I enjoyed our unplanned meetings I was starting to want more.
"I think I'm falling for you baby doll," his voice sounding soft and gentle.
Not the loud gruff voice that he uses with his kitchen staff or with us, the servers when we get on his nerves. When he first started flirting with me he scared me. I'm a private person and don't allow many people into my inner circle. The thought of this man coming on to me scared the hell out of me. Especially since we worked together.
"Don't shit where you eat!"
I can still hear my father yelling at us over the years. This was his favorite go-to line for his sons. I never understood it until now and now I get it. Flirting with the chef and now getting physical with him definitely had all the signs of me taking a big old shit right where I ate.
"We better stop before someone comes in here." We'd been in the walk-in cooler for all of two minutes. Still, any minute someone would pull on the door and we both knew it.
I gathered myself but before he grabbed what he'd come in here for in the first place he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I didn't even blink and in that instant I found myself holding on to his cock. It was through his pants but I could still feel how thick it felt in my hand. I swallowed and he then moved my hand away and left the cooler.
We were definitely crossing boundaries, that was the first time he'd pulled that move...
Don't get me wrong, I've held a cock in my hand...
I had been on my own for a couple of months and being fingered during my first massage was still very fresh in my mind. On this day I was coming back from the pool late one evening when I bumped into a face that I hadn't seen since my sophomore year of high school. Phillip Moon...
I was a student trainer for the athletic department all through high school but the day that Phillip Moon tore his ACL was a day I'll never forget. It was during practice and I was standing with the coaches behind the line of scrimmage. Phillip dropped back to pass and an overzealous sophomore took his right knee out. The sound of his knee giving out and the excruciating pain that it put him in was something kaçak bahis siteleri (http://www.kejva.com/) I'll never forget.
"Whoa! Hey, I know you," he said to me as we passed under the arch of the breezeway next to my apartment.
Looking up I instantly remembered who he was but what I didn't remember was how handsome he was. Probably because as a sophomore in high school it never would have occurred to me to notice such a thing in a guy.
"Phillip, right? Phillip Moon?" I questioned as if I didn't know.
We both laughed and instantly he started talking. He explained how he was dropping off a friend and started asking how I'd been. His amazement that it'd been three or four years since he saw me last. He was talking to me like I was some long-lost friend. Far from it, I barely knew him. But I went along with him because I was mesmerized by how handsome he looked.
Phillip was well over six feet tall and even though it'd been some years since he was that athlete in high school his body was solid. My eyes kept stealing glances as he spoke. I was finally able to let my eyes get a look at his crotch and I think he caught me. I'll never be sure if he did or not.
"Which one is your apartment?' He asked me the question but I never told him that I had an apartment there.
"This is me," I replied, motioning with my hand at the door just a few feet away from me.
"Would you like to come in?" The question was moot because I hadn't even finished asking when he stepped up to me. Sliding his hand over my shoulder and turning me towards the door.
We went inside and enjoyed a little small talk. He was going on about his glory days and I just nodded and smiled. Then he stopped talking and patted the spot next to him on the couch. I had been sitting in my chair a few feet away and instantly my stomach felt like it was full of butterflies.
I was in my swim trunks and t-shirt. Phillip was dressed as he'd just been out on a date. When he patted the spot next to him I knew what he wanted but until that moment I hadn't allowed myself to act out on any of my desires. If not now, then when? I thought to myself.
Sitting next to him was a bit intoxicating. He turned and placed his arm over my shoulders like any guy would when he's getting ready to make out with his girl. The only thing was that I was the girl tonight. He leaned down and I tilted my face to meet his. Just like that, I was kissing a man.
I'd been kissed by Thad and I'll never forget it but this was different. I could taste Phillip's tongue and I placed my hand on his chest. I could feel his heart beating. In that instant we were kissing madly, our lips making those smacking, suckling noises that couples make when nobody's around. He stopped and pulled back inches away from my face.
"That day when I hurt my knee you held my hand. It was the first time a guy had held my hand and I never forgot you."
What could I say? I didn't even remember that part but I didn't care because he was here. He was on my couch and I was in his arms. Before he could say another word, I leaned into him and we were kissing again. Phillip began to get up from the couch but not before scooping me up in his arms. I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck and released my kiss. My mouth suckling his neck as he walked into my bedroom with me in his arms.
This was the moment that I'd been waiting for and it felt so good. He put me down on the bed and I sat up on the edge. Phillip was in front of me and started fumbling with his belt and his pants. I was so eager that I'd lost myself in the act. I finally pulled his pants down to his knees and in front of me was his gorgeous cock.
The head of his cock looked big and the shaft of his cock was thick. His balls were full and they were nestled on a well-trimmed bush of blonde pubic hair. Taking it in my hand I couldn't get over how heavy it felt. Before I could overthink it, I slid his cock into my mouth. The muskiness of his crotch, the scent, it was too much. I moaned...
I had researched it to death, I'd seen gay porn, read the articles and now I was putting my knowledge to the test. I suckled his cock allowing my tongue to slather the underside of his cockhead. I slurped the excessive saliva, swallowing it. I couldn't get the head past my gag reflexes but he didn't seem to mind.
After a few minutes, he had my head in his hands, and now he was moving his hips. He was fucking my mouth. I couldn't help but moan and slurp up the precum and saliva. His grip on my head begin to tighten and his breathing started to become erratic. He wasn't going to hold out much longer.
That first rope of his semen hit the back of my throat and laid flat on my tongue. I jumped the instant he did it. Then another and another, I swallowed. Another and another, I kept swallowing. Finally, he was starting to slow down. I was able to hold his last few shots of semen in my mouth. I wanted to savor it, to taste him.
Looking up at that handsome face I opened my mouth so he could see how full it was with his seed. Then I closed it and took a big swallow. He was done. He pulled up his pants and kissed my forehead. Told me how nice it had been to see me. He politely excused himself and I got up to walk him to the door. And that was that...