Wade - 29 complicated 6’1” 230 pounds brown eyes with short military style dark brown hair.
Blake - 31 single 5’10” 205 pounds green eyes with sandy surfer style blonde hair.
Blake
Hi my name is Blake and I’m the owner of one of the hottest restaurants in NYC. I’m 31 and I can’t complain that I’ve made a name for myself at my age. But the one thing missing is someone to share that with. You see I’ve always been somewhat of a loner. Growing up as the youngest in a family of 6 kids, well technically myself and my late twin sister were the youngest but I digress. I was always left out of things a lot by my older siblings and especially after my best friend and twin passed away. That’s a story for another time, too much pain some days.
Things didn’t help when I also came out as gay at 15. All of my older siblings, 3 older brothers and 1 older sister, were your stereotypical straight as an arrow guys and my older sister was married to a guy you swear was identical to our father…yuck thinking about that one.
My twin sister Britney was older than me by about 5 minutes, but you would have thought by the way she stuck up for me all the time, she was 5 years older than me instead. But once she passed away unexpectedly, I no longer had my best friend and I was lost. I had just come out as gay and while our older sister Annie, my mom and Britney were all okay with my coming out, my dad and older brothers were not so positive about it. I didn’t like your typical “guy sports” while I was and to this day still athletic very much so. It was never enough for them. To them “cooking was a girls job” and no wonder I’m gay, blah blah blah all that jazz. Annie and Britney were always telling our brothers to leave me alone. They never were outright hateful to me but I was already never that close with them to begin with being so much younger than them but also this just seemed to push them even farther away. But like I said I was pretty much a loner so I just was used to the coldness I was shown all the time.
Cooking and creating were my passions and the women in my family helped me and nurtured my creativity so much so that when I graduated high school I applied and got into culinary school and thrived. My dream was to move away from my hometown in North Carolina and move to NYC and make it big. Somewhere where being gay and a chef wasn’t something you were chastised for. After spending my 20’s slaving away and saving and working countless hours in many restaurants in NYC I finally had enough money saved and had somewhat of a following from my years in different places to follow me and open La Rosé. All that time and focus didn’t leave me much time for love and relationships.
Of course I had the standard normal hookups like we all do in our 20’s and one time had a somewhat serious boyfriend, he left me because I worked too much, but for most of my life I’ve been alone. And lately I’ve been feeling even more alone. My siblings live hours away. My twin sister who was my best friend was no longer here and some days I wished she was alive to see all of my dreams come true. She was my number 1 supporter. But one way I always seemed to clear my head was running. Running helped me free my mind and often it allowed for my creativity to flourish and a lot of my best ideas came to me while I was running. But today I was finding it hard to clear my head.
Sometimes I was afraid being alone was what was destined for, I was thinking once again when I noticed one of my shoes had come untied. Without thinking, I obviously wasn’t fully aware being in my head, I stopped and leaned down to tie my shoe. That’s when someone immediately ran into me and we both went toppling to the ground in a mess of arms and legs.
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry dude. I was lost in my head and totally didn’t see you stop there! Are you ok?” He panicked and helped me up. “Yeah I’m fine man. I’ve done that before too. Running helps me clear my mind also.” He turns around and it took my breath away. I just got rear ended (haha) by the most handsome man in all of New York.
“Hi. I’m Blake. Blake…” He was stunned. “Masters. You’re Blake Masters….owner of only the hottest restaurant in town….” He stumbled on his words. This man was gorgeous. I felt my dick start to tent my shorts a bit. It’s been a long time since a man has had this type of effect on me. He looked like a Greek god. Must have been about 6’ or maybe a tad taller, he was definitely taller than my 5’10”. He had the most warm dreamy brown eyes and this hot military style close styled haircut. And his smile….oh my god! He was sexy as fuck!
“Why yes that would be me. Flattered you know that…” I responded. I could tell that he was a bit star struck. I mean I don’t think of myself as some celebrity chef but I do have quite the following, but probably due to my loner nature I don’t pay attention to things like this. But this time. This man had my full attention. “Yes sorry. I know who you are because La Rosé is my favorite restaurant in the city. The food. The menu it’s all amazing.” He smiled that sexy smile again and blushed a bit.
“And you are?” I asked him politely. “Oh yes. Sorry. My name is Wade. Wade Robertson.” We officially shook hands. “Well it was nice to….run into you…Wade. I gotta go but hopefully it won’t be the last?” I heard myself say and winked at him. “Wtf Blake!? What was that?! Since when do you wink at guys?? I asked myself as I began to run off and for some reason felt the urge to turn around and smile at him again. Ugh butterflies in my chest. I was thinking why I didn’t say more but I was so caught off guard and why didn’t I ask for his number. All things I’ve never heard myself say. I shook my thoughts from my head. Well that certainly changed what I was thinking about for sure. But I needed to hurry up and finish my run and head into the restaurant.
When I got to the restaurant I was still in my workout gear. Which isn’t unheard of for me to show up like this. I had a private bathroom with a shower in my office. I went into the shower and cleaned myself off and while I was in there, the man from the park popped into my head. My god he was gorgeous. I thought while the water was cascading down my abs and I could feel my 6.5” cock stirring. It’s been a looooong time since I got any and this man had Blake Jr. standing at full attention. I grabbed my cock and closed my eyes and started to stroke it while the water fell on my body. I imagined his warm brown eyes, that sexy smile, and those sexy hands of his roaming all over my body and grabbing me by the ass and kissing me. A few more pumps and I was cumming hard and spraying the shower wall with my large thick load of cream.
I finished cleaning myself up and went to work seeing how the restaurant was doing. I was reminded my my secretary that I had a stack of resumes on my desk I needed to look at for a sous chef.
I was about 4pm and between being called out for help and phone calls and ordering food and supplies I kept getting pulled away from looking at the resumes. I looked some more and none of them really stood out to me. I picked up the next to last resume on my desk and thought nope! Then I looked down at the last one…. I blinked and looked again. The name… Wade Robertson…. I thought to myself… there’s no way that’s the same guy from the park today…but Wade had a picture of himself in the top left corner of his resume and there he was. My Greek god smiling and looking fucking sexy as hell. He didn’t have much cooking experience but had it listed as a passion of his and I wanted to see him again.
So… I picked up the phone and dialed his number and waited as it rang. Finally after the third ring he picked up and answered the phone in a groggy voice. “Is this Wade Robertson?” I asked. “Yes it is..” “Yes Mr. Robertson. I was looking through your application and was wondering if you would be available for an interview tomorrow? Say 10am?” I could hear the excitement in his voice. “Yes! Yes I am!” He sounded thrilled and then asked me a question. “May I ask who this is that is calling by chance?” I couldn’t help myself but chuckled.
“Why yes you may. Wade Robertson. This is Blake Masters and I was wanting to interview and speak to you in person about the sous chef position you applied for. You don’t have much experience other than financial accounting. But you noted that cooking was a secret passion of yours on the application. And perhaps we can chat some more about that and each other. But this time perhaps we not run right into each other? What do you say?”
He was speechless the phone went quiet. “Wade are you still there?” I asked him. “Yes yes Mr. Masters I’m still here.” I chuckled again. “Ok good. So I’ll see you tomorrow at 10am? And Wade. Call me Blake.” I smiled. “Yes you most certainly will Blake.” We ended the call.
I don’t know how he felt but I had an explosion of butterflies and nerves overcome me. Never had this happened to be before. I was terrified but also excited. I went to sleep that night excited and couldn’t wait to see his handsome face again.
The next morning came fast and so did his interview. He looked so hot dressed from head to toe and I just wanted to eat him up right there. “Whoa Blake calm down I told myself.” The interview went really well and we hit it off so well. I could tell there was sexual tension between us but there was something else there also. This magnetism that was making me want to be closer to Wade.
“Wade. After talking to you today and even though you don’t have as much chef experience on your résumé. I can tell you obviously have the passion and drive for a career like this because it reminds me so much of myself and my drive and my passion for cooking and seeing happiness on everyone’s face when they eat. So so if you’re still interested in the job, which I hope you are, I would love to offer you this job.” I said and Wade smiled the biggest smile. “Why yes yes Blake I would love this job thank you so much. You don’t know what this means to me after everything that’s been happening in my life. The last few years this is like the light at the end of the tunnel showing me that my time in darkness is coming to an end. I know that sounds a little poetic and profound, but honestly, if you knew some of the stuff I went through it would make sense.” I smiled and nodded.
We stood up, shook hands and I said that my secretary would get in touch with him on paperwork and everything else like that and go from there. We were walking out of my office and we were only like a foot apart from each other, and I could just feel the magnetism between us. I can’t even remember the last time I looked at someone like this and for the first time in my life and I actually felt giddy excited.
As we were was about to walk out the door, he turned around to tell me goodbye. “Wade. I know this probably isn’t the right thing to do being that. I just hired you but for some reason, maybe it’s just me maybe not. But I’m getting the feeling that we are both into each other more than we are letting on? I don’t know about you but ever since we ran into each other in the park yesterday I couldn’t get you off of my mind. I thought why can’t I stop thinking about the cute guy that ran into me in the park? Then I had changed and went back to the office and started looking at resumes. And wouldn’t you know the last one that I have thumbed through on the stack happened to be yours? What are the odds of that happening twice in one day? Not only did I run into you or correction. No sorry you ran into me but on that same day hours later I find your résumé and your phone number. Now I could be totally reading this wrong but… Would you like to go out to dinner with me sometime?”
Brave Blake. I have no idea where this is coming from. I’ve never been this forward and confident in asking a guy out, who for the record has yet to even tell me if he’s gay or not. Here I am asking him out after I just hired the man. What the fuck am I thinking.
He was shocked a little but not really as I was sure he was feeling the same way, but wasn’t sure how or if I should broach the subject so I just did it. He smiled and grabbed my hands. He looks at me, grabbing my hands, and then looks down at me with those gorgeous, gorgeous eyes of his. “I I would absolutely love to go out to dinner with you sometime. And yes, I couldn’t stop thinking about the gorgeous man that I ran into while not paying attention yesterday. I know this is a little awkward considering you just did offer me a job, but I’d be a fool to say no to the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life standing in front of me asking me out. I would absolutely love it.” He smiled. I grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket and handed it to him. I know I have your phone number on your résumé on my desk, but this just feels, I don’t know better to ask you for it in person.” He opened his phone and handed it to me, and I entered my number and saved it into his contact list and handed him his phone back just as he did the same with mine.
“Great. So now we both have each other’s numbers, both are excited for this and we both think each other is the most gorgeous man we have ever seen in our entire lives. So far so good.” I smiled and squeezed his hands tighter. I looked at those gorgeous brown eyes of his and I wanted to kiss him right then and there, but I knew that would be inappropriate. Considering he was going to be starting to work here and I didn’t want anyone seeing right now until I figured out what it was going on between us.
We settled for a handshake and a pad on the shoulder with lingering hands longer than they normally would be. We finally said our goodbyes and I watched that gorgeous man as he walked outside.
“Fuck Blake. What did you just do? The first guy to pay you any genuine attention and you give him and job and ask him out on a date?” I asked myself. But I was getting tired of always being alone and for once I want to see where this goes. Hopefully he’s just not into me to say he dated and slept with “Blake Masters”. I thought as I walked back into my office and closed the door.
I sure hoped he wasn’t like others. He seemed 100% genuine but…I guess we will see won’t we?
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