[SS-307] Young Chef

[YOUNG CHEF]

"Yes sir. I am the head of the kitchen. What seems to be the problem?"

Sven looked up and saw a young man in chef's uniform. He could tell the guy had a muscular form based on how the white clothing fit.

Sven raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure? You don't look so... experienced to me."

"My father used to be the head chef here. But now he has to watch over another branch," the chef explained with a smile, "I have to continue the family business, so I left my work in Italy to manage this place. So... What seems to be the problem?"

Sven held the little girl who was beside him, "her tongue got burned after sipping on your soup. It's too hot."

"What did she order?"

"The featured soup for this month."

The chef frowned, "oh that. There was awarning sign in the poster that said that it is extremely spicy. We thought you ordered it for you. You don't have to pay for that." Then he beamed at the girl. "Hey, I'm sorry about that. Just tell the waiters the ice cream flavors that you like. You can have as much as you want and your Daddy doesn't have to pay for it."

"Yehey! Thank you!" cheered his daughter.

The chef handsomely smiled at him, "I apologize for that mixup. Please. Enjoy the rest of your dinner."

That evening Sven woke up in the middle of the night. His wife and daughter was beside him in that hotel bed. He was confused about his dreams about the chef cooking for him in his house. He was straight and married. It was hard for him to understand the feelings he had.

That morning he decided to go to the hotel gym to workout and clear his head before he had breakfast with his family. They are set to join an island trip at 10am.

When he arrived at the gym, he was surprised to find the chef already stretching on the floor.

"Hey," the chef greeted.

Sven's heart lept. "Hey! Ahm... Sorry about being grumpy last night. You didn't deserve that. After all, I was the one not reading the menu."

"It's okay. I've handled worse." He then let out the cutest manly chuckle. "Let's help each other workout?"

Sven spent the next hour lifting weights with and secretly oggling at the chef's naked body.

When they were done, the chef said, "ahh... I'm pumped. I wanna hit the beach. Wanna go?"

"Ah. Yeah sure! I still have time before we go to our trip."

They raced to the ground and to the sands.

The man removed his work out clothes and revealed his beefy and ripped body in designer trunks.

Sven's jaw dropped. The hunk was the sexiest thing he has ever seen. 

"Come on!" the chef chimed.

Sven followed the man who was playfully running and posing on an empty beach in the morning.

The hunk waded into the water until he got deeper. 

Sven knew that getting deeper into the situation waa not appropriate for a wedded man like him-- going after a male stranger to whom he does not even know his odds yet.

Suddenly, the chef dived in and disappeared in the water.

Sven tried to find him but did not know how. He did not know how to swim.

He then felt his shorts pulled down. Then a warm feeling enveloped his dick.

"Oh gaaawd..." he moaned.

The sucking stopped and a body rose above the water in front of him.

The chef was laughing. "Gawd. That was crazy. Haha. But the water's too salty! What time is your trip again?"

"Uh... Ten AM?"

The hunk got his hands working under the water. He raised it and showed his pulled out trunks. "Still a lot of time to fuck me in the water, Daddy!"