A Tasty Creampie: A Nude Personal Chef Surprise 🍆

A Delicious Encounter with a Naked Chef

It was twenty-nine days since the big breakup and I hadn’t left the house. It was three in the afternoon. As I made my way downstairs, cries of ecstasy escaped through the paper-thin wall. My neighbor and her ‘friend’ were at it again.

I placed my ear against the wall. Sandra was living her best post divorce life, polishing her boy toy’s knob.

My cock popped out for a little attention. I stroked as she slurped, “Just get to the fucking already!” I shouted in frustration.

“Scott, is that you?”

I hesitated, “No.”

Stuffing my dick back inside my boxers, I shuffled to the kitchen. The tile was cold beneath my feet as I stumbled in, looking to satisfy my hunger. The fridge was empty, except for a box of baking soda.

I slammed the door and leaned against the counter.

A different tone rang out from my phone; it was today’s Gay Daily Quick Deal. A home cooked meal prepared by a trained chef? How could I resist? 

Deal Purchased!

Seconds later, the phone buzzed, an unknown caller lighting up the screen. Tentatively, I answered.

“Scott speaking,” I replied, wondering who it could be.

“Hey there, it’s Chef Alex,” the enticing baritone voice filled the line. “Just calling to thank you for grabbing my meal deal. How about we schedule your dining experience? I’ve got an opening this Friday.”

“Actually, could we do tonight at 7? My fridge is echoing back at me,” I joked, eyeing the empty shelves.

“A bit of a rush, but I can shuffle a few things around,” he replied.

“Perfect, I’m famished. And I hope your cooking’s as tantalizing as your voice,” I teased.

He chuckled softly. “I’ll text over the menu soon. Any allergies or special requests?”

“What about you?” I blurted out, a playful smirk on my face.

Alex chuckled, his tone carrying a playful flirtation. “I might just surprise you with a special dish.”

Chef Alex brought in the groceries from his car, and at every turn, I couldn’t help but steal a quick glance at his figure. 

His uniform left little to the imagination, perfectly outlining his physique, matching the allure of his deep, sexy voice. Surprisingly taller than me, a rare sight that made me feel like I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes.

“Need any help?” I offered as I walked over to the kitchen island.

“I’m good to go. We can start in a few. Just need to use your restroom,” he mentioned, grabbing his duffel bag.

A few minutes passed. I caught sight of him strolling up the hall, clad only in an apron. My jaw dropped as he casually maneuvered behind the kitchen island, shuffling his bag to the side. He shot me a puzzled look. 

“What’s wrong?”

I gulped, struggling to find my words. “Apron?” I managed, nearly stumbling from my chair. “Yep, it’s for protection,” he quipped with a smirk.

“No, you’re… not wearing anything else,” I blurted, peeking behind the counter, catching a glimpse of his bare backside.