*Everyone in this story is over 18. Long post warning.*

Working in the restaurant industry over the years, I've had some of the hottest encounters with "straight" co-workers. I know I know, don't shit where you eat. But the restaurant industry, as some of you may know, can be debaucherous and incestuous.

This story is one of my favorites, because some of what happened was totally unexpected. I had become somewhat of a "kitchen bandit", because I loved hooking up with the straight, mostly Latino cooks that needed a quick release every so often. Sometimes we would do it after hours in the restaurant. Sometimes we would go back to my place. But we NEVER gave any kind of signal to anyone at work that things happened. The next shift with each other was always like nothing happened. Just how it should be. Que rico.

I once worked with a very attractive guy named "Alejandro" (for this story that's what we'll call him.) He was on the shorter side, about 5'4, dark hair and eyes, pretty stout body, mid 20's at the time. Not in shape but not out of it either. It all started one night after the shift was over. Alejandro, myself and the Chef d'Cuisine were hanging out at the bar having a few drinks and a couple shots. Ok maybe more than a couple lol. I always found Alejandro attractive and he was a very nice guy. Always friendly and in a good mood, which if you know anything about working in restaurants, the cooks can sometimes be moody as fuck.

As it started getting later and we got drunker, I decided to make a bold move. The other guy went to use the restroom, so I invited Alejandro over to my place to continue the party and he agreed. The problem was we needed to leave together without the other guy noticing. So I hatched a plan. The restaurant had a back exit which led to a different street than the front entrance. I announced that we should wrap up and head home so I told the other guy to leave out the back, which we would normally do, and that I would set the alarm and meet him outside. Instead, as soon as he left, I set the alarm and went out through the front with Alejandro. He knew what the deal was so he didn't ask any questions. Luckily a cab was coming down the street and we got in right away and headed back to my place.

The 10 minute cab ride to my place was filled with sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, or a dick. Alejandro and I made some small talk about the shift that night but we were both drunk so it soon faded off as we pulled up to my apartment. We got out of the cab, went upstairs and got comfortable. I wasted no time on making my move, and he knew exactly what he was there for.

I didn't have a TV at the time so I asked if he wanted to go to my room and watch something on the laptop. He said yes, and asked if I had any porn. Straight to the point (no pun intended). So I said sure and asked him what he wanted to watch. I pulled up XTube and started searching around for a minute and going through different thumbnails asking him if any of them interested him. This is where things turn.

As I'm laying on my bed on my stomach I see him out of the corner of my eye slowly stroking himself over his jeans while I'm scrolling. At one point he stops and says "Take off your pants." I happily obliged and as I stripped, he also took his pants off. I wasn't sure what he wanted but at that point, he came onto the bed, slowly pushed me onto my back and started sucking my cock! I was in shock because I definitely wasn't expecting that out of him.

After a few minutes I stopped him and pulled him up towards me and that's when he started making out with me. It was so passionate. He kissed my neck, sucked on my nipples, nibbled on my earlobes and quietly whispered "Que caliente..." as he grinded his cock against mine. I then pulled him up and asked him to face fuck me (in Spanish of course). "Sí" was his only response as he got up and straddled my chest before I guided his beautiful uncut cock into my throat.

His cock wasn't huge by any means but it was uncut, which I love. It was probably about 5" with a nice thickness to it. His body was fairly hairy and his crotch was full of hair which turns me on even more. As he slowly thrusted his cock in and out, he kept moaning and saying "que rico" before saying my name. It was so fucking hot. At times I would take his hairy balls into my mouth.

Eventually he lowered back down so we could make out again, while touching each other all over our bodies. He was sensual, but knew what he wanted. He went back down on me for a little bit before turning around so we could 69. That's when he really went to town and started eating me out, slurping and sucking and moaning on my hole giving me that nice vibration. We flipped back around to face each other and he rolled over on his back. I went back down on him and got his rock hard cock nice and wet, ready for me to sit on.

As I straddled him, we made out more. He pulled my hair, going back and forth from my neck, to my ears to my mouth again as I slowly pulled back his foreskin and guided his cock into my hole, still wet from his tongue. After I got down to the base, I got onto my feet so I could bounce up and down on his cock while he looked at me in the eyes with a look of focus, mixed with raw lust.

Eventually, we flipped over missionary style and he lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and pounded me for what felt like an hour. His sweat matted down his chest hair. He licked up and down my legs, sucked on my toes and continued to moan loudly while panting things in Spanish. It was raw, passionate, lustful sex and I could tell he really needed it. And for someone his size, he was strong! Lifting me up by the hips to get leverage so he could get deeper. And with a cock his size, it was perfect for that. Perfect for a good pounding without it hurting too much.

At one point, he slowed down and said "Puedo venir dentro?" (Can I cum in you?) I managed to say "Sí" between gasping and grunting. As soon as I said that, he pumped one last time all the way down to the hilt. He let out a series of grunts and moans and I could feel his cum starting leak out before he collapsed on top of me and we made out more.

But he wasn't done. He wanted me to finish so he went back to eating me out and jerking me off until I shot a load so hard I thought it hit the headboard. He came back up and lay next to me as we panted to catch our breath. "Que rico", he whispered into my ear again. That's when I asked him, "So, you're straight right?" "No, bisexual", he replied. "Hmm" I thought to myself. Well that worked out.

After a little more kissing and touching, he decided he needed to go because he had to take the train back home before his girlfriend got too suspicious. At this point it was almost 6am and he had to go pretty far. He got dressed and I walked him to the door. Before he left we started making out again. I couldn't help myself. I felt him getting hard so I pulled down his pants right there and gave him head until he blew again in my mouth. "Que rico" he sighed one more time before he headed out the door.

The next day I showed up to work my shift and there he was, in his cook uniform working away. He looked up, we locked eyes, and he gave me that all knowing smirk. "Que pasa?" he asked. "Todo bien" I replied, as I went to the locker room to change and went upstairs the front of the house to prep the bar. Nobody would have guessed what we did the night before. Just the way it should be.

This is one of many stories I have about guys in the kitchen who I've helped unload. Let me know if you wanna hear more!