Third Shifts Sucks - Well Sometimes

hird Shift Sucks: Well at Least Some of the Workers Do.

Sometime working thirds in a downtown Hotel can be a real bore. Other times it can be interesting to say the least. For example let us look at the week before Christmas, we had banquet after banquet after banquet, overall we served over 1000 people during that week, and I spent most of my shift helping prep food for day shift. Then came the following week, and NOTHING, and I mean nothing. By the third night I was so bored, I was scrubbing the copper pipes for the fire suppression system. While my head was up in the hoods, I heard a voice in the kitchen, unusual; I did not often get visitors. I looked down and saw a nice ass, wonder who that was. His name, as it turns out, was Matthew and he was a part-time valet. He was looking for something to eat; he is hypoglycemic and needed something in his stomach before the overnight café got set up. I walked him back to the produce cooler and found him some sliced fruit. We got the chatting, and he spent the next hour in the kitchen keeping me company, seems we had a lot in common.

He got a radio call and had to leave. I finished what I was doing, and started getting the café food ready. When I took it up around 2pm, there was Matthew, waiting on the food, or so he said. For once, I decided to eat and took a break so I could spend some more time with him. Turns out, we both had partners, however were looking for a little play, and as we looked at each other, we both said how about the showers in the locker room. He mentioned how private the showers were, but messy to clean up, for a quick jack. I mentioned that clean up would not be a problem if there were someone willing to swallow the load. We both quickly finished our food and headed for the changing room.

We took the shower furthest back so if someone did come in, we have time to make it look as if we were just checking the place out. We dropped our work pants at almost the same time. He had a nice thick, uncut, 9" or 10" cock and a low hanging set of extra large eggs for balls. I am not usually one to go after dark meat, but that cock had me mesmerized. Next to my white 7" cut cock, he looked huge. We reached for each other's cock and took a few tentative strokes. "Not bad for a white boy" said Matthew.

"Thanks, yours is awful nice. Glad you're stereotypical," I snickered.

"So I guess the swallowing is out? If so I understand, my boyfriend is one of the few white boys that aren't scared of my meat."