Foodies

I was back at college, in a new part of the world and needing a qualification acceptable in the new country. I took an accellerated business course so was pretty busy with class and studies, working part-time in a restaurant as kitchen helper and socialising with a combination of classmates and roomies, including a younger female classmate. She had a boyfriend in her hometown so made it clear I was a boyfriend of convenience to hang out with and to occassionally sleep with when she was 'in need.' I was happy with that as I didn't have the time, money or inclination for a serious relationship and she was a gorgeous little dynamo.

I had been with men before but was satisfied with dropping in at the nearby gay nightclub every couple of months and spending the night or a few hours with whoever was up for something brief and fun.
Chris taught accounting and talked about himself at times so I knew he was married, with kids, wrote a restaurant column for a local paper and drove a 1970s british sports car.

I didn't know his other interest until he mentioned after class one day that he'd noticed me at my work when there with his family and had seen me with my 'girlfriend'. He said to me "forgive me for saying this, but I'dm thought you were gay." I asked why he'd thought that and he answered that he'd noticed me the first class we'd had and seen me scanning over my malke classmates before I'd looked at the girls. So I told him that I considered myself bisexual but was dating Annabel. He asked if I slept with her ("yes, sometimes"), had a boyfriend to ("no, but...") and what sort of men I was attracted t0 ("none in particular, giuys who are 'in the mood', I suppose). And he left it at that. He wasn't unattractive but I didn't exactly start lusting for him either, instead I just did another scan of my classmates and decided none looked like possible dates.

It was probably a month later when he saw me walking towards the bus stop and offerred me a ride into town. He was in his regular car this time, not his British car, so we talked school stuff on the short riede in and, only when I was stepping out of the car, stuttered "I'd like to see you sometime, if you are open." I was surprised by the invitation and wasn't ready with an answer and blurted out "that'd be cool" and sat back in the car. I was surpised by my answer and I think he was too so we paused to think for a moment before he said "I'm going to (nearby town) tomorrow night to a restaurant. join me?" I was to be working but decided to call in 'sick' and go so said OK.

We met as arranged at a gas station and drove in the Triumph the 45 minutes to the restaurant. We had a good meal (earned a good review) and chatted safely until we got back into the car at the restaurant parking lot.

He put the key into the ignition but didn't turn it on, ausing to try to think what to say. I assumed he was scared to make a move on me given he was my teacher so I took his hand from the gear shift, put it on my crotch and asked if he was interested. He turned to me, put his hand on my lap, leaned in and we kissed. I smiled and said his kiss tasted like Creme Brulee, he pointed out that it was me that had that dessert so we kissed again and this time I did taste the chocolate in his mouth.

We were safely in a dark corner of the parking lot (now I knew why he'd chosen that spot when better places had been available when we arrived!) so he put my hand on his crotch, started massaging mine, and we continued kissing until we'd both extracted the others' cock. As sson as I was free, he got down and put his lips around my erection, hungrily sucking on me unbtil I shot in his mouth.

He declared his second dessert to be 'delicious', and reclined his seat a little as I came down on his cock, sucking him much the same way until he came - which wasn't long at all. TBC