The Chef's toy boy

I was 17 1/2 when I started working as a waiter at a well known Australian national franchise which serves alchohol and food as well as providing pokies and pool tables. This was 1991 and I was paid cash in hand at the end of each shift. I had my first car which was a 1963 Holden EJ Premier. This was still in the era when you could still smoke inside pubs and clubs.

The dining area was found in the far corner of this establishment with just the infamous brown cane dividing screens dividing it from the rest of the inside of the building. The dining room meal order counter was tucked away where you could only see it if you walked through the dining area itself.

I'd been working here for about a month doing roughly 3-4 shifts a week which ran from 5:30pm till 9pm each night, when the old chef (mid 60's which is old when you're 18) who was also the leasee of the dining area started taking the offer of getting a lift home in my car. He usually took the train. We lived about 2km away from each other and the establishment we worked at was roughly 30km away from where we lived. There were two other lads around the same age as myself, working here as waiters and there seemed to always be a secrecy of some sort between themselves. The old chef and the 3 of us waiters were all members of the establishments pool team. After finish of shift each night we would play pool till about 10-11pm (closing time). By this time the chef was usually in an inebriated state where he was getting his "sleaze" on.

One particular night after working there for around two months, we were both in my car ready to head home. I always bought a packet of Smiths chips from the bar before leaving, to eat on the way home. I opened the packet up in the car and sat the open packet between my legs right in front of my crotch while I started driving. The old chef asked if he could get some chips which I was more than happy for him to do so. As he reached between my legs to place his hand in the chip packet, his hand came down and cupped my genitals. He kept it there, in a targeted and well thought out plan feeling about for a little while before declaring he had missed the packet opening and tried for the chips again. I calmly looked at him with a grin and replied, you could have kept your hand there longer if you wanted, but inside my pants instead. To this comment, I still recall ever so fondly, his shear delight and keeness in undoing my black waiter suit pants button and zip and starting to fondle me ever so eagerly. Our conversation from then went quite sleazy and didn't take long before I made a turn to a nearby park beside a boatramp with no street lights any where to be seen. We got out the car and started feeling each other up on the park bench table. I went down on him untill his cock was nice and solid ready to penetrate me. Once he had slowly got my hole nicely stretched and lubed he rode me like he was riding in the Spring Carnival. As he came to orgasm, he held me ever so tightly around the waist like he was hugging a treasured item he didn't want escaping and rammed his cock up inside me as far as he could possibly get with 3-4 good hard thrusts. With his last thrust, he kept himself pressed in for what felt like an eternity. Wow.... from that night on, that became our ritual each time we drove home. After that encounter I also became to learn that the other two waiters were quite often involved with relieving the chefs sexual tension through out the evenings with hand and head jobs behind the meal ordering counter which wasn't visible from the rest of the establishment. Both the other 2 waiters and myself always picked up more money in our cash in hand pay packets when we pleasured him. About 5 mths down the track he put on a young apprentice chef and the whole dynamics changed. He tried grooming the new apprentice into this way of life, but the young apprentice wasn't this way inclined and made life hard for the old chef. It wasn't long after that the chef took the bolt out of town in the middle of the night taking all the takings of that night from the establishment we worked at. I didn't work that particular night.

I thoroughly enjoyed this older male experience right at this time of life. I enjoyed the element of sleaze as well as the fulfillment of an older male taking an interest in me, even if it was for his own pleasure. It actually pleased me to no end that I was able to pleasure him and that he enjoyed my body to satisfy his sexual needs. I needed this as I'd had no male figure head in my life since the passing of my father when I was thirteen. I needed an older male in my life showing some sort of affection and acceptance, and in leading me into adulthood. The chef did this for me in the short time we had together.

I have often in the past since this time wanked myself off to memories of these times with the chef.

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Sometimes life is strange and you were so lucky to be taken that way even if he was and "older" guy, at least you could have said no and you obviously have strong good memories - hence the wanks.
At the beginning life is a mystery and unless there is a father figure in you life you can struggle. I had no father figure to loom up to, guide me and answer questions but I always "knew" what I wanted and was lucky enough to have an experience early on with an older guy when I experience cum, erections for the first time.
 

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