7-14 MID-DAY - Culinary School in France

Eduardo goes to culinary school in France

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My name is Eduardo Portuondo II. I was born in Miami, Florida to an American woman from New York, (Jewish) and a Cuban father whose mixed race could only be classified as Heinz 56 for he was part black, part Spanish, part Cuban-Chinese and some other unknown ancestors which we assume to be Spanish from the Canary Islands. I have to tell you right off the bat that the mixture of all these races has produced in me a very unusual and extremely attractive human being. If I can toot my own horn here for a minute, I am vain and narcissistic, but I don’t think the mirror lies to me and I can’t ever pass in front of one without looking at myself and thanking my lucky stars. The other aspect of me that seems to amaze everyone and makes me very popular is the size of my penis. I have measured and measured and it always comes out over 13 inches. That is a good seven inches more than the average. But it is also pretty as it was left intact. No, I am not mutilated, I have all my foreskin and when I pull on it, it goes way over the head of my cock and I think that makes it a lot of fun for those who suck it. Never mind the fucking part, because there are many people who can’t take that big a tool up their asshole. But some can and some are just crazy about it. When I meet one that I can fuck without the complaining and bitching and just begs me for more, I am in heaven. As an eighteen year old I was suffering from that anxiety and the accompanying insecurity because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life. The previous summer, I took a job at a very nice restaurant in Miami called “The Forge”. There, I learned a lot about fine cuisine although all I ever did was cut up onions and vegetables and wash a lot of pots and dishes. But it gave me an idea of what it was like to cook and work in a restaurant. I knew I didn’t like being the lowest man in the totem pole and I also knew I was intelligent enough to do a lot more than wash pots and pans. You might be asking yourself why I am coming into the story of Richard de Orizaba. You see, Richard was the first dude I ever went to bed with. I met him at the beach over in Virginia Key one weekend when school was just out and I had graduated a few days before. Richard took me to his aunt’s house and since she was in the hospital with a broken hip we had the house all to ourselves. This was the first actual experience I had, other than the fooling around I did with my friends and some blow jobs here and there. But the actual going to bed with a guy and making love was for me an experience so much made easier by Richard.

I grew up speaking Spanish and had four years of French in High School. I didn’t have bad grades but I must admit I was not consistent, some semesters I would get straight A’s and some I would just get C’s, depending on how challenging the subject was and how interesting the instructors made the class. I have to come to the realization that I have to be challenged in order to perform. Otherwise, I get bored and just coast along.

I knew from a very young age that I was attracted to men and not women. I embarked upon a very awkward puberty because of the size of my dick and because everyone in school wanted to get into my pants. I did go out with some girls and even got to have sex with a couple of them, but I found it so much more exciting and was attracted to guys. I did experiment a lot with my best friend and eventually got to fuck him in the ass. He has never wanted to do anything else since. He became the biggest bottom after I just tore his ass to shreds.

There was enough money for me to go on to college, but I just wasn’t motivated enough to endure the rigors of an academic life. My mom had left an insurance policy when she died and it was placed in a trust so that I could use the money to go to college. My father remarried and I don’t get along with his wife whom I call “Step-monster”, so I stayed living at my grandmother’s house and when high school graduation came there it was; I had to figure out what to do.

I made then the decision to go to France and study culinary arts. It was not easy to convince the family but since I had worked at that restaurant and a very nice lady named Marina Polvay who was a food critic and who helped place a lot of the apprentices at the restaurant, she helped me get into the cooking school in Bordeaux. She must have written letters of recommendation and the like because I was accepted two months before my graduation. The next two months, I used to study French and even had a tutor two times a week. Mine was an intensive crash course because I had to speak the language and understand it perfectly as all the other students were French.

The time came and I left on an American Airlines flight to Paris. There I was met by a guy that I had met in Miami the year before and who was drop-dead gorgeous. He was in his late twenties and we kept in touch through the internet. I spent a total of five days in Paris before I left for Bordeaux. My friend’s name was Philippe and he was an advertising representative for one of France’s top magazines, I can’t mention the name but suffice it to say that he was quite successful judging by the house he had just a few blocks from La Defense, I do know that most people in Paris have apartments and houses are hard to find and very pricey. His was a house that must have been the stables of a farm house in another century because you had to go through a breezeway, step into an inner courtyard and his house was at the end where there were four other places similar to his. It was all stone and rustic looking but he had decorated it professionally and it was a showplace. I arrived in early June and found that the weather still had not warmed up. Philippe told me they had the coldest winter and spring in forty years. Coming from South Florida, I felt a bit uncomfortable with the chill. But Philippe was one that was running around in very revealing shorts and no shirt. I guess he was used to the cold. But it was my gain because as he paraded about in his shorts, showing off his hairy chest and just looking sexy, I couldn’t help but to get turned on. He knew it too, so he was always without a shirt. When I looked at his chest I would think: “hell, I don’t give a shit if I have to pick hairs from between my teeth for the next two weeks, but I have to eat those nipples and lick those armpits”

“Oh, Eduard, your cock feels so good, please fuck me, fuck me harder, oh, oh, oh, shit, I’m cumming” I heard those words so many times during those five days. Philippe wanted me to move to Paris when I finished cooking school. I wasn’t ready to make a commitment yet, so I told him that I thought I wasn’t mature enough to handle a relationship. All of this, I was already doing in French and I was quite proud of myself. When I met Philippe in Miami I was not fluent, now I was and he was very proud of me.

Philippe put me on the TGB to Bordeaux and the three hour trip was so pleasant, I got to see a lot of the countryside, to the point that my neck was sore from looking out the window. I was met at the train station in Arcachon after a short train ride from Bordeaux by two of the school’s employees. As I found out later, they were lovers and had worked at the school for over ten years. Arcachon is a seaside resort on the Bay of Arcachon, about 25 miles southwest of Bordeaux. Classes take place in a seminar room of the Le Nautic Hotel, which overlooks the Arcachon Harbor. Arcachon is noted both for its fine sand beaches and for its oysters. The school is run in conjunction with the hotel and the teaching kitchen is the same as the hotel’s so there is a real cooking situation. Everything has to come out perfect because they are served to real paying customers. The class consisted of 16 students, 3 women and 12 men. The other one was a transgender and we felt at odds whether to classify him as a she, but she preferred to be with the women.

We met everyone that evening at a cocktail party and we were all introduced. I started to look for my roommate and he had not arrived yet. The cocktail party was over and I have to tell you that of the 12 guys, at least 9 were gay if my gaydar was working correctly. All of them I would go to bed with, all were about my age and very French, that is to say, hairy, without exception and beautiful.

I went back to my room and just lay in bed just trying to remember everyone’s names and pair off the names with the faces when my roommate enters the room carrying two very heavy suitcases. First impressions never mislead me and when I looked at him I almost creamed in my pants. He was devastatingly beautiful, with a body that didn’t stop and out of his open shirt I could see tufts of black hairs on his chest. He had a beard and very penetrating dark eyes.

The first thing he did after greeting me and introducing each other: “Je suis Fabien” and I answered: “Je suis Eduard” He was to take off his clothes. Down to nothing Fabien did, even his underwear went and I was facing this dream of a man, a bear and a husky one, butch as they come; much more corpulent than I but built solid. He sensed I was looking at him and he just sat on the chair propping one leg over the arm and just smiled. He was sort of sitting sideways so I could not see the jewels but when he took off his skivvies I did catch a glance at his dick and also his ass. It was hairy like the rest of him.
When he was certain that I wasn’t going to take my eyes off him, he then moved his leg and just opened up to regale me with a full view of his now erect cock. He didn’t have to send me a telegram, I got the message, so I went down on him and he came almost immediately. I guess the boy was horny. But it didn’t stop there; he was sweaty from the day’s trip as he had gotten on the train that morning in Belgium. His hard on never went away and now he was exploring my body and I his. When he got to my cock, he was pleasantly surprised. He told me in few words that he would like to have it up his ass.

That is when I went for his chest and his nipples, traveling towards the man scent filled armpits. His underarms were wonderful. No deodorant but clean, yet he had the manly musk I like so much. I also had my hand in his ass crack and he was wiggling to let me know he liked it. I turned him around and started to finger fuck him. It wasn’t long when I went for it. I just had to eat his hairy ass. No, it didn’t have any shit on it; just the manly musk of sitting on a train all day long and it was just a big turn on for me. He was bending over the chair and now he just balanced himself on the seat with his head and grabbed both ass cheeks with his hands to open up his boy pussy to me.

It was then that I was sent with jolts running through my body from the excitement of what was to happen. I had him good and ready, with my tongue darting in and out, alternating with the fingers; I had his ass totally receptive. I positioned myself behind him and presented just the head of my dick against the opening of his pucker. He was actually contracting and letting go in anticipation. He wanted that cock up his ass and told me: “oui, oui, c’est ci bon, oui, oui” and my dick penetrated his boy pussy without any resistance. He started to whimper like a puppy and that turned me on even more. The thought of having this super butch bear underneath me getting fucked in the ass by me was just incredibly exciting to me. I soon increased the pace and it was one hell of a fuck session. In and out my dick went, just to plunge it back in again with force and passion. Fabien was now having an orgasm and so was I when I felt my hand wet with his man juice, I offered him some and then drank the rest, which triggered it for me. I came buckets of jizz inside his ass. How convenient to have a built in fuck buddy. It was great that we had such attraction for each other and it became clear to everyone in the class that we had something going from the day we started classes.

But that did not end there. It seems that Fabien also liked to have three ways and he got one of the classmates to join in one evening on the second week we were there.

This one dude was cute beyond comprehension. He was hairy all right, but he was more on the thin side. We all took turns at fucking him. His name was Eric and he was from Les Mans. He was probably the biggest and best bottom in our class. I later got the chance to sample two lovers that Fabien brought in from town. He picked them up at a local gay bar on the weekend and both Fabien and I had gone to explore Bordeaux. We parted ways in the Basilica and agreed to meet later for dinner.

Bordeaux is really a very beautiful city. There are magnificent monuments, fountains and the Basilica which is a typical and well preserved example of Gothic architecture. So much to see, but I was sitting at a sidewalk café in one of the pedestrian streets and I had at least half a dozen guys cruise me. The most daring one actually came over and asked me for a light. I lit his cigarette and then asked him to join me. The reason I did, was because when I lit his cigarette, he was holding my hand and since I was sitting, I could see up his shirt sleeve and I saw so much black hair in his armpits that I became fascinated. When he sat down, his shirt was open and I could see his chest hair was so thick that it resembled a shag carpet.

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Something triggered my instincts, I was so attracted to the guy because of the limited glance I got, but when I looked at his face, I was even more convinced. He had about a two day growth of beard and it was one of these super black thick stubble types of beards that made him so rough looking and extremely butch.
His name was Vincent and he picked up on my accent right away. He thought I was a Spaniard. When he found out I was an American he just freaked out. He could not believe an American could speak French so well and with a Spanish accent. I clarified it for him and told him that in reality my native tongue was Spanish and I had studied French in high school. He was a grammar school teacher and I figured he was in his early thirties. He was almost a chain smoker, while we were sitting there, I smoked one and he smoked five cigarettes.
He then asked me to come over to his apartment which wasn’t far from the place we were. While we were walking, I was very impressed by this dude. He had a degree of sophistication and for sure a very good education.

We got to his apartment and it wasn’t all that; it was on the fourth floor and no elevator. But he said that it was very inexpensive. I wasn’t there to admire his taste or his choice in decoration, what I wanted to do was get to that super hairy body and I told him. He smiled and embraced me. The stubble on his face was so thick that it actually was rough to the touch. I thought I was going to have a raw face after this was all over; but it didn’t matter, it was a big turn on. We kissed passionately and started to explore each other’s body. Vincent was very much a male, macho, masculine and extremely hairy. I felt his dick over the pants and the fucker had one pecker as big as mine.
Once we shed our clothes, I found out he was actually bigger. His cock was of course uncut, and it was very straight and thick. I knew then that I was going to get fucked.

I was going to eat hair that afternoon. This guy was so hairy that it looked like he had clumps of pelts glued on. Then in the pubic area it was so plentiful and thick that you could bury your face in pubic hair, just the way I like it.
Vincent knew exactly what he was doing, after all he was a good ten years older, but he was also very appreciative of having me making love to him. You see, Vincent has the same problem I have often encountered; it is that very few guys can actually take my big cock up their ass.


Vincent started to fuck me after I had my way with him and just licked his thick hairy armpits and chest. He fucked me until my eyes were bulging out. The pleasure I felt was immeasurable. Me- (In French) Oh, oh, yes, yes, fuck that ass, oh, oh, oh, my God, I’m being fucked by a beautiful hairy stud, oh, oh, shit, oh, what a big cock, oh, fuck me, yes, fuck me harder, oh, oh, I’m going to shoot, oh aaaaahhhhhh” I had by now learned all the key words in French that you are supposed to say when you are making love and having a lot of pleasure. I had to leave to meet with my roommate as we had agreed to eat together. When he arrived, he came along with two guys whom he had picked up at the gay bar and he told me that the bar was humming with activity Saturday afternoons. I could see why he picked up these two. They were lovers and both had beards, goatee and were in their early thirties. Both of them were hairy and cute as hell. We invited them to dinner and afterwards they asked us to their house in the outskirts of Bordeaux. They owned a flower import business and seemed to be doing quite well. The important thing is that we had a four way, and I took turns fucking all three of them. Eventually, Fabien stepped up to the plate and gave me a hand, and he also fucked one of the guys while I was sucking him. They took turns so that by the time they were good and ready, I got to drink both of their manly juices. It was just fantastic. We took the train back, the last one that evening and Sunday we just hung around the sand dunes which are really spectacular. Our room faced the seashore so the view was also extraordinary. Sometime around noon time, Fabien woke me up with my dick in his mouth. That was so nice an awakening. Fabien and I kept fucking our brains out, with each other and with others he would either pick up or I would. There were two at the school that we both had separately, then we had them both together in a mini orgy. I have to say that not one single one of them was smooth. It seemed that hairless men were a rarity in this part of France, or was it the whole country? In any case, I was glad because I appreciate hairy men. The only thing is that after a while, I thought I would have to go to the dentist for a haircut. I finished the 16 week first course and continued the next 16 week course. It wasn’t all that easy, but I tried to keep the school and my gay activities separate, as much as that was possible with my fuck buddy being in the next bed and bringing in tricks constantly. But I had a great time and I think I came out a pretty good chef. I am now working at a Miami club that is very high scale
as sub-chef and eventually hope to climb to more lofty positions and I am making a very good salary. I am just getting the experience