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HAS ANYONE SEEN THE JAPANESE EGGPLANT??
Shota Nakajima had made it to the finals. It was between himself and two other chefs for the title of Top Chef this season. He couldn't believe it. COVID had struck in the Spring of 2020 and has affected his livelihood in a major way, just trying to make ends meet one day at a time and he was doing it! If he could make it day by day in life during this pandemic, Top Chef was an easier foe to tackle.
Being secluded from his friends, his family, . . . . and even his son! He hasn't seen his friend in a very, very long time. It always brings a tear to his eye when he thinks about his family, whether by bloodline or by sweat and blood at his restaurants. He misses them, he really does. What he has also been missing is some human touch too. Every night and every morning, his body has reminded him that it has been awhile since he's laid with another person in bed. While Shota has a son back in Japan, he's never been married. What people actually don't know about him is that Shota is bisexual. While he's had girlfriends in the past, he's also fooled around with "the boys" while hanging out and has always enjoyed it. His laugh draws the ladies in like flies to a flame; but for some men, it has an alluring appeal to that helps them feel at ease with each other whether in the kitchen or in the bedroom.
During the Restaurant wars episode, Shota screams out "Has anyone seen the Japanese eggplant? Not a sexual joke!" In the moment, he really did not mean it as a joke, he was truly trying to find the Japanese eggplant that he purchased for the day's elimination challenge. Afterwards, once all was said and done for the night, he reflected on his possibly Freudian slip, kinda hoping that someone would handle his own eggplant.
Fast forward to this evening, where himself, Gabe and Dawn all found out they were heading into the finale to cook off against each other to try and claim the title. Shota had cut his hand during what they thought was going to be an elimination challenge for the three of them. The one medic had bandaged up his hand for him and placed a glove to help protect it and help prevent any contamination of the food from the injury.
The medic was cute, Shota thought to himself. His name was Chris, standing at about 5'10" maybe a solid 220 pounds, not really athletic, but not flabby either. Maybe your typical dad bod. Deep brown eyes, short cropped black hair. This compared to Shota's slightly shorter frame, about 140 pound body. Though his fluffy brown hair stands up off his head making him seam slightly taller than he actually is; and his face framed by his well kept beard while Chris was always clean shaven, almost like a baby face. The on the set injury wouldn't be the first time that Chris and him would talk.
Later that evening, Chris came to check on Shota and in the injury to ensure it wasn't bleeding still and to ensure that it wasn't deep enough for stitches plus to clean it again and to wrap it again.
Chris knocked on the door lightly, and Shota came to open it wearing only his boxer briefs and a t-shirt.
"Hi," Chris began, "just need to check on the cut again. Part of what they pay me to do."
"Ohh," Shota looks into the room, "yeah I guess you can come inside. Don't mind the clothes on the floor."
"No problem. I've seen worse," Chris responded.
As Shota walked in, Chris checked out the chef's ass and was enjoying the view. It was fleeting though, as he only walked to the bed and turned around. At this point, Chris got a quick glance of the basket in front; while not huge, it was respectable for an Asian he thought.
Shota, as he spun around and began to sit on the bed felt like the medic was checking him out, and may glanced at his junk real quick before meeting his eyes again. Shota gave him a smirk, thinking maybe tonight he could get some intimacy that he's been needing, something to help fuel him and focus him for the final cook.
Chris met Shota's eyes as he's now sitting and saw his smirk. Was there something here? Chris felt his cock twitch a little, his balls start to bubble a little. He sat down next to Shota and took a few things out of his work bag. He took his time to carefully wash out the wound area again, and not to clean away the clots already forming. Putting some ointment on the wound and a properly sized bandage, Chris held Shota's hand in his hands, just softly petting the bandage, as if ensuring that it'll stay.
"So," Chris began, "any pain to the area?"
"No man, ha ha ha," with that Shota laugh, "It feels fine. Thanks."
"Just keep it clean, wear a glove over it. Don't want it to . . Be too . . Dirty, you know," Chris said breathing a little heavily as Shota's laugh struck the right strings for him.
"So, could I use my hand without restriction?" Shota asked, staring into Chris' eyes.
"No restrictions. I put one of those flex bandages on. They're tough and will move with you."
"Good, good," Shota said, swallowing hard, "I was hoping to use a rolling pin like object tonight then."
With that, Shota's hand had grazed Chris' leg a little more than an accidental graze should have and felt like Shota wanted to leave his hand there longer, but was hesitant. Shota placed both his hands on his own legs for the time being. Chris looked down, looking at Shota's legs and they had a respectable amount of hair; definitely not furry, but more than just a dusting.
"So," Chris swallowed a little hard, "do you usually handle your . . rolling pin . . yourself?"
"Lately I have. . . . . No sex, I mean Sous!! Sous Chef to help me," Shota replied. Followed by a nervous chuckle.
"Well," Chris moved his hand against Shota's leg and lightly moved it up and down slowly against his thigh. "I have been known to be a good Sous Chef and can handle the rolling pin for you if you're interested. I'm also good at pounding some meat too."
Shota looked at Chris, who returned the stare. Shota's underwear now hand an obvious tenting and he started to return the light affection that Chris was giving him. Chris took the garbage from the bandage and rolled it into the gloves, taking them off and tossing them into the near by garbage. He took the next step and leaned into Shota for a kiss. Shota smiled, knowing what was coming and brought his other hand up to the back of Chris' head and embraced him in a long passionate kiss. Free hands now explored more than just sides of each others' thigh, there was some light touching and groping of crotch and stomachs.
Shota broke the kiss, "So, if I am going to use you as a Sous Chef, I will need to see your skills."
With that, Chris stood up, kicking off his shoes and removing his polo shirt leaving just a T-shirt on and he dropped to his knees in front of Shota.
"Ok, boss. Let me see this Japanese eggplant you want me to handle for you," Chris smiled looking up and into Shota's eyes.
With that, Shota lifted his ass off the bed and began to slide down his boxer briefs. What popped out was an uncut and rock hard cock at what seamed like just over 6 inches. On Shota's 5'5" Asian frame, it looked huge. He had a nice bush of pubes around it, trimmed but not cut short. Just well maintained. Chris went in for the tasting, making sure to get a nice whiff of Shota's scent before going to town. Mouth open, Chris went in for the sucking, taking his arms and placing them underneath Shota's legs and wrapping his hands around to his firm ass cheeks. Chris did make sure to get Shota's foreskin out of the way first before getting into his sucking position. He bobbed and sucked like there was no tomorrow and he had to get a fortune out of Shota's dick. Now and then, Chris came off Shota's dick to tongue tease his balls. Back to sucking, Chris also softly made Shota lay down, gently also teasing his nipples underneath the t-shirt. With no available lotion at the moment, Chris found Shota's pucker in the back and just circled it with one finger, occasionally going across it and trying to put his one finger in just a little bit. It seamed each time, the finger went in easier and easier with more and more each time.
With the one finger fully inside Shota, Chris finger fucked Shota in rhythm with his bobbing up and down on his cock. Chris was hungry for cum. But he also wanted to fuck Shota's ass, hoping that contestant Avishar never had the chance since the two were very buddy, buddy on the show.
"Dude, ahh . . . . . Ah! Going . . . Gonna, . . . Cum! . . . Any . . . Sec. . . . cond! Cumming!" Shota spurted out in pieces.
Chris just clamped on the Asian eggplant and thrusted his finger as deep as he could into Shota hoping to hit his prostate. With that, Chris felt several shots of cum fire off into his mouth and did his best to collect it all into his mouth without dripping. Once Shota relaxed from his orgasm, Chris came off the cock looking right at Shota in the eyes and swallowed.
"Dude," Shota trying to catch his breath, "You just swallow my seed?"
"Yup, it's a delicious delicacy."
They both broke up laughing as Shota plopped his head back on the bed. Chris stood up and undid his pants, stepping out of them leaving just his own boxer briefs with an obvious rigid cock and got onto the bed next to Shota.
"And dude, ha ha, your finger up my ass was different but I liked it."
"Well, you could try something else up there too," Chris replied. "Have you ever tried?"
"Just a dildo a few times."
"Well, I think it's time to try the real thing, no?" Chris stated with a sly grin. He put his thumbs behind the elastic band and slowly lowered his underwear down. Eventually a 7" cock with buzzed down pubes were revealed. Chris climbed into the bed and laid next to Shota, coming in for a kiss and slowly stroking his prick to keep it hard.
The two of them moaning into each other's mouth. Shota wrapping his arms around Chris, and Chris using one hand behind Shota's head. Chris was slowly leaking some pre-cum, and eventually moving one hand to lubricate his still rigid manhood.
"Well, I guess no time like the present," Shota laughed as he broke the kiss. "Be gentle, lover."
With that, Chris smiled and moved himself to in between Shota's legs, lifting them up and towards his head, allowing him access to his pucker hole. Moving in with his tongue, Chris went to town to get Shota nice and wet and even more opened up. What transpired for the next few minutes was Shota experiencing a whole new set of pleasurable feelings that he didn't know existed and releasing nothing but moans and gasps of pleasure. Once Chris felt like Shota was ready, he lined his still hard dick with the pink Japanese pucker in front of it and slowly slid it in.
With a big gasp of air, Shota's ass pulled the cock in like it was a familiar object that belonged there. Once in down to his pubes, Chris stayed there for a minute and leaned in for a kiss with Shota. Instinctually, Shota wrapped his legs around Chris. That was Chris' clue to start thrusting in and out. This started off slowly and intimately and stayed that way for a couple of minutes.
"God, yes, go faster," Shota panted. "I feel like I'm gonna cum again!"
Chris happily obliged, picking up some speed but not enough to quickly cum just yet. There was some cursing between the two, gasps, moans, and something so animal like.
"Oh, . . . F%ck, I'm just about there! Cum with me!" Shota demanded in a tone that was new yet sexy as hell.
"Yeah, I'll cum with you, you beast!"
In a twist Chris didn't see coming, Shota somehow managed to spin them around and Chris was now on his back. Shota was slamming his ass up and down Chris' cock like a mad man!
With a couple of jerks of his dick, Shota growled, "I'm cumming now!!"
"Me too!!" as Chris thrusted one last time unloading into Shota's bowels.
With that, Shota collapsed onto Chris and cuddled with him and his cock still inside him. As it slowly deflated, there was a plop as Chris' cock came out of Shota's ass. They both fell asleep in each other's arms. Eventually Chris woke up with Shota next to him and he got up to take a quick shower.
Exiting out of the shower, he found Shota awake in bed waiting for him.
"Thank you for tonight," Shota stated. "I needed this. I've had some many emotions boiling in me, but having the feeling of tender love like this was one thing my life has lacked. It's a different love then what my family has been able to give me."
"No problem," Chris stated and gave Shota a kiss on his head. Writing something on a near by pad, Chris gave Shota a note. "Here is how you can reach me. I'm in Seattle often seeing family. Keep in touch."
"Will do. . . . . . Sleep well, I know I will," Shota mused.
"Good night." With that, Chris gave a little goodnight wave and exited the hotel room.
Who knows what future meet ups will have.