JValdez
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Tomburgers
© JValdez 2011
Chef John was at a loss; the foodservice delivery had inadvertently omitted ground meat from the latest shipment; Wednesday’s were always burger days; and now at 17:45 on Tuesday evening he was becoming a bit panicky. “Hey Chef”, Tom called out as he pushed chairs on top of tables in the cafeteria; “Hey Tom”, Chef John called back; they had a great working relationship; Chef depended on Tom for a lot of things; his schedule allowed him to check in early, attend classes, and then help wrap up at the end of the day, when he really needed it; Tom had stuck with him through thick and thin, holidays, inclement weather, transport strikes; they were a tight team. Tom made his way past the steam tables, past the grills, pots, huge knives, forks, spoons, fridges and other equipment that helped make this facility a jewel in the university system, and an award-winner state and nation-wide; he saw Chef slumped in his office chair, staring at his display. “Uh Tom, we might have a problem”, he started; “What do you mean, a problem?” Tom asked; he knew Chef wasn’t a drama artist so something must be serious. Chef reached into his lower desk drawer, pulled out his bottle of Johnny Walker® Red, set two tumblers on the desk, filled each one about a quarter full, and offered one to Tom. “You know tomorrow is UburgerDay™; we have no fresh meat in-house—the assholes at central deleted it from today’s shipment!” he spat; Tom replied “Uh Oh”; he was aware that tomorrow a photo shoot was scheduled by seattle© magazine; his girlfriend, Shelia, an intern, had worked with him on the logistics; she had advised that her photographer intern, Mike, “If he’s in the mood for it”, might possibly show up, otherwise, they had backups; Tom sensed more than a little anxiety in Chef John’s mood; he put his hand on Chef’s hairy, tanned, brawny arm; looked into his eyes and said “Let’s work out that tension first “; Chef gulped the contents of his tumbler, took Tom’s head his hands and deep kissed him; tongues intertwined, hands crept to erotic homes; the two ended up on the floor, passionately making out as if they were schoolboys.
Tom and Chef normally didn’t share the core of their relationship outside work; each considered himself nominally “straight”; Chef an ex-marine, and Tom from a military family; what had started as an accident one late cold winter night had blossomed into a full-fledged, scintillating, ultra-hot affair; Tom barely made classes on time; he was always early to work . . . when Tom fucked Shelia, he envisioned Chef; Shelia always came hard, but confided to her best girlfriend that she thought he was a “an animal and liked it best rough”; her group of girlfriends nicknamed him “toro”; Shelia’s texts burned up her best friend’s iPhone whenever he had performed especially well; tonight she fondled herself absent-mindedly while performing the final review of tomorrow’s shoot on her MacBook Air; she im’d Mike to make sure he wouldn’t blow her off; his “Ya” typically laconic response mildly irritated her, she thought “He needs a good fuck”, as a blush spread from her lower abdomen up through her face; her mouth watered as the first wave of orgasms flooded her tight, hot body; “Ya, baby, fuck this!” she whispered to herself; her iPhone flashed with new messages.
Chef and Tom now had their mouths on each other’s hard cocks; they loved to 69 and spent hours at it; Chef’s fat, long cock in contrast to Tom’s slimmer but just as hard piece of meat; Tom groaned as Chef took his hard cock into his throat up to the hilt; Chef growled as Tom gagged but managed to do the same with his. “Mmmmm!” Tom grunted, “Yeah” Chef answered; they both felt the simultaneous waves of hot cum dumping in their throats; two flushed heads being skull-fucked, two sets of balls so tight against their cock’s shafts, pumping, pumping, pumping. Torsos jerked, hands grabbed tightly on cocks and balls; heat rose from the two men’s bodies as they relaxed after cumming so hard. Now curled up like babies, they nuzzled each other’s chests and kissed deeply, exchanging cum. Chef’s meaty middle finger found it’s way into Tom’s tight ass; Tom groaned and shoved his ass up against Chef’s groin like a bitch in heat; Chef picked up his muscular young body and took him into the stainless-steel lined pantry; he threw Tom on a bench he had moved there just for tonight; Tom’s mouth couldn’t get enough of Chef’s tongue, over and over he kissed, tongue-fucked, and kissed; Chef manoeuvred his body under Toms’ so Tom was with his back to Chef; Chef grabbed his head and gave him one of the hottest, deepest kisses he had every given Tom while inserting his engorged cock into Tom’s tight ass; Tom’s eyes brightened with the prospect of a good hot fuck.
© JValdez 2011
Chef John was at a loss; the foodservice delivery had inadvertently omitted ground meat from the latest shipment; Wednesday’s were always burger days; and now at 17:45 on Tuesday evening he was becoming a bit panicky. “Hey Chef”, Tom called out as he pushed chairs on top of tables in the cafeteria; “Hey Tom”, Chef John called back; they had a great working relationship; Chef depended on Tom for a lot of things; his schedule allowed him to check in early, attend classes, and then help wrap up at the end of the day, when he really needed it; Tom had stuck with him through thick and thin, holidays, inclement weather, transport strikes; they were a tight team. Tom made his way past the steam tables, past the grills, pots, huge knives, forks, spoons, fridges and other equipment that helped make this facility a jewel in the university system, and an award-winner state and nation-wide; he saw Chef slumped in his office chair, staring at his display. “Uh Tom, we might have a problem”, he started; “What do you mean, a problem?” Tom asked; he knew Chef wasn’t a drama artist so something must be serious. Chef reached into his lower desk drawer, pulled out his bottle of Johnny Walker® Red, set two tumblers on the desk, filled each one about a quarter full, and offered one to Tom. “You know tomorrow is UburgerDay™; we have no fresh meat in-house—the assholes at central deleted it from today’s shipment!” he spat; Tom replied “Uh Oh”; he was aware that tomorrow a photo shoot was scheduled by seattle© magazine; his girlfriend, Shelia, an intern, had worked with him on the logistics; she had advised that her photographer intern, Mike, “If he’s in the mood for it”, might possibly show up, otherwise, they had backups; Tom sensed more than a little anxiety in Chef John’s mood; he put his hand on Chef’s hairy, tanned, brawny arm; looked into his eyes and said “Let’s work out that tension first “; Chef gulped the contents of his tumbler, took Tom’s head his hands and deep kissed him; tongues intertwined, hands crept to erotic homes; the two ended up on the floor, passionately making out as if they were schoolboys.
Tom and Chef normally didn’t share the core of their relationship outside work; each considered himself nominally “straight”; Chef an ex-marine, and Tom from a military family; what had started as an accident one late cold winter night had blossomed into a full-fledged, scintillating, ultra-hot affair; Tom barely made classes on time; he was always early to work . . . when Tom fucked Shelia, he envisioned Chef; Shelia always came hard, but confided to her best girlfriend that she thought he was a “an animal and liked it best rough”; her group of girlfriends nicknamed him “toro”; Shelia’s texts burned up her best friend’s iPhone whenever he had performed especially well; tonight she fondled herself absent-mindedly while performing the final review of tomorrow’s shoot on her MacBook Air; she im’d Mike to make sure he wouldn’t blow her off; his “Ya” typically laconic response mildly irritated her, she thought “He needs a good fuck”, as a blush spread from her lower abdomen up through her face; her mouth watered as the first wave of orgasms flooded her tight, hot body; “Ya, baby, fuck this!” she whispered to herself; her iPhone flashed with new messages.
Chef and Tom now had their mouths on each other’s hard cocks; they loved to 69 and spent hours at it; Chef’s fat, long cock in contrast to Tom’s slimmer but just as hard piece of meat; Tom groaned as Chef took his hard cock into his throat up to the hilt; Chef growled as Tom gagged but managed to do the same with his. “Mmmmm!” Tom grunted, “Yeah” Chef answered; they both felt the simultaneous waves of hot cum dumping in their throats; two flushed heads being skull-fucked, two sets of balls so tight against their cock’s shafts, pumping, pumping, pumping. Torsos jerked, hands grabbed tightly on cocks and balls; heat rose from the two men’s bodies as they relaxed after cumming so hard. Now curled up like babies, they nuzzled each other’s chests and kissed deeply, exchanging cum. Chef’s meaty middle finger found it’s way into Tom’s tight ass; Tom groaned and shoved his ass up against Chef’s groin like a bitch in heat; Chef picked up his muscular young body and took him into the stainless-steel lined pantry; he threw Tom on a bench he had moved there just for tonight; Tom’s mouth couldn’t get enough of Chef’s tongue, over and over he kissed, tongue-fucked, and kissed; Chef manoeuvred his body under Toms’ so Tom was with his back to Chef; Chef grabbed his head and gave him one of the hottest, deepest kisses he had every given Tom while inserting his engorged cock into Tom’s tight ass; Tom’s eyes brightened with the prospect of a good hot fuck.
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