For the past three years, I've been working as an executive chef in a restaurant located in a high-end resort hotel in the south. The hours are long and I have given up a lot in my life to run this successful kitchen, including my social life and my love life. Since I am what I would consider extremely sexual, it's the love life I miss the most.
When I started at the hotel, I had a girlfriend, but after the first year she gave up on me since I usually work 6 days a week and 10 hour shifts a day. I messed around with a former sous-chef, but when she took another job several months ago, I found myself without a partner again. What has really horny is that I have been fantasizing about something I have never done before, and with a partner I never thought I could be with. Let me explain.
Since the days that I got into sex, I have had a fascination with cocks, big cocks. More specific, big black cocks. Since I turned 19, I basically used as a source material for masturbating, online porn. Actually, interracial porn. After a year or two I realized what really turned me on the most wasn't the women who were doing the fucking and sucking, but who they were fucking and sucking, those huge black dicks. Now in my 30's, when I'm alone in my apartment and I know I won't get caught, I like to watch videos of white men sucking black men and even getting fucked by them.
Don't get me wrong, I still enjoy women, very much so, but I yearn to try a nice black cock, just once. I never thought I would ever get the opportunity to be with one until just two weeks ago.
Our hotel has many managers and supervisors. It's hard to keep up with them all, because they come and go. After a couple of years, I just got used to always having to answer to someone new. Three months ago, we got a new Food & Beverage manager who is my immediate boss and makes out the menu as well as orders the food. I try to be on his best side, because more than anyone he can make or break me. The one thing I quickly deduced about Nathan the first day I met him was he was a gay man.
Within the first week he made an innocent pass at me when he said I was the most attractive cook he has ever had work for him. Two weeks later he asked about my relationship status. Days later he asked one of our servers if I was gay or straight. It was just a matter of time when he would invite me out and after a slow night in which we were able to close the kitchen at a reasonable time, he invited me out for some drinks. I accepted, hoping to get on his good side and on the same page with what I wanted to do with the kitchen.
To my surprise and delight, he was very supportive of my ideas. For the first hour we talked all about work and as the drinks kept coming, we developed a very good rapport with each other. Into our 4th beverage, we were both tipsy. We were laughing and sharing some intimate secrets. Of course, Nathan told me he was gay and was attracted to me. He made it clear that he wanted to take me to his place and go down on me. I told him I had to respectfully pass. Nathan to his credit, took the refusal as well as a person could, but he kept trying to talk me into it.
My fifth drink was simply a soda. Although I was off the next day, I felt I had enough for the night. Since I enjoyed Nathan's company and enjoyed talking to him, I wasn't ready to leave but when he proposed sucking my cock for the third time, my inebriated state got the best of me and I said something I never thought I would tell another person.
"Actually, I don't want to get my cock sucked, I want to suck a cock." I told him to his astonishment.
"Ok!" He said with glee. "Let me pay this tab and we can go..."
"No, no, no. Not you I want to suck someone else, or at least a different type." I said in a confusing manner.
"Who?" Nathan asked.
"Let me ask you." I looked around to see if there were any other ears that could pick up what I was about to say. "Have you ever wanted to be with a black man?"
As soon as those words slipped out of my mouth, I almost regretted it. I had just told my deepest, darkest secret to a person I really didn't know that well. But Nathan simply lit up with a huge smile and he slid closer to me in a giddy fashion.
"Oh my God, YES!" He told me. "I LOVE black men!"
I could tell he was being honest, and that he wasn't just saying it to be on my good side. It seemed like something really lit a fire within Nathan and he called over the waitress to bring us another round of drinks. I was having Rum & Coke; Nathan drank Tequila Sunrise.
After the waitress left, Nathan leaned into me and asked, "Have you had a black man recently? I have!" He said with excitement.
"Um, no. It's just a fantasy. I guess." Then it hit me what he just confessed. "You've been with a black man?" Suddenly I was really into this conversation.
"Oh, hell yeah!" Nathan gushed. "It was wonderful. Every black man I have been with has been fantastic, but I have only been with three, but WOW! They have been some of the nicest cocks I have ever been with!"
Now my excitement was showing. "You mean they were..." Nathan knew what I was pertaining to and shook his head in a large motion. "ALL THREE?"
"I have never seen one that wasn't at least eight inches!' He said with pride. The thought of a big black cock started to make my blood rush, I was probably getting red in the face, my cock started to come alive. "Especially the last one, Christopher's"
The name was familiar, we have many Jamaicans who work at the hotel. Some work as servers, busboys, dishwashers. I remembered a Christopher who worked as a busboy and helped clean the kitchen at night. "You mean Christopher, the busboy?" I asked in amazement.
Nathan just shook his head as the waitress brought us our drinks. I took a large swig of my Rum & Coke and asked Nathan. "Are you pulling my leg?"
He simply shook his head no.
"What did you do with him?" I begged to know. A rude question for sure, but I was deadly curious. Nathan simply brought his fist up to his mouth and mimicked as if he was giving head.
"And he's at least eight inches?" I pondered in amazement.
