DISCLAIMER: If sexual acts between consenting adult males are not legal or interesting for you to read, then please move on, this story is not for you -- and shame on you for getting this far. Otherwise I hope you enjoy this tale...
CREAM FILLED DONUTS
Last night was unseasonably hot and it was impossible to sleep. I must have tossed and turned for hours before I finally gave up. I was drenched with sweat so I decided to take a shower and go for a walk. I hoped that with the water, fresh air and some exercise I might be able to squeeze in a couple of hours of shut-eye afterwards. I left the house shortly after one in the morning.
In a town the size of where I live there is precious little open past eleven at night except for the gas station a few bars and the donut shop. The local bars catered to an older crowd than I liked, mostly the country and western types in their forties and beyond. Sure, they'd be looking for someone to go home with later but being twenty, male and gay made me ineligible for anything but an ass kicking so I kept walking.
About an hour later I made it to the coffee shop, there were no other customers inside and I was certain the clerk was probably going through menopause that very moment. I bought a coke and decided to drink it outside where it was cooler. I was sitting on a bench in the parking lot enjoying the night air when the side door opened and he walked out with a bag of garbage and a mop bucket. He seemed to be about nineteen, just over six feet tall with straight blonde hair that was long on top and short underneath. He was skinny and his skin was so pale he was practically luminescent in the glow of the overhead lights. Even in the tacky uniform he looked cute. I watched as he struggled to carry the black plastic bag and move the bucket. I stood up and offered to help.
"Could you use a hand?" I asked him. At the sound of my voice he practically jumped. As he spun around quickly to face me he knocked the bucket over, spilling the contents all over his shoes and splashing up the front of his pants.
"Christ! You scared the life out of me -- oh jeez now look at the mess I've made" gesturing towards his soggy clothes. It was a pathetic sight for sure and I was doing my best not to laugh when the bag broke, dumping its contents into the newly formed puddle.
At first he just stood there horrified holding onto the remnants of the sack like it was some newly discovered treasure. I couldn't contain myself any longer. First it was just a snicker and I tried to bite my tongue to stifle it but when he smiled and started to laugh as well there was no holding back. When my sides started to ache I bent over to help him pick up the litter of the pavement.
"Thanks for making me laugh but I can hardly have you cleaning up after me" he said sincerely and with just a trace of an accent I couldn't quite place.
"Well I feel a little responsible, it was me who kind of set of the chain reaction by offering to help in the first place. Imagine the fun we could have if you accepted!" I joked back. When I said the words I honestly didn't mean anything by them, but once they were out there I realized their potential double meaning. I was about to clarify what I meant when I caught his eye quickly sizing me up. That slight movement and the newly found splash of red in his cheeks told me that my unintended come on was not necessarily oblivious to my newfound friend.
"Umm ah yeah" he stammered and then seemed to reflect on his answer a bit. I held out my hand and offered my name as we both started to pick up the mess.
"Hi, I'm Cody" I said as he brought his hand up to shake mine. His grip was firm and lingered longer than he needed to as he stood there and seemed to be thinking about what he should say next.
"Oh jeez, sorry you must think me wholly daft. It's Andrew, my mind was just off on a jaunt." He rolled his eyes and released my hand with an awkward grin.
"You're Scottish?" I asked stating the obvious. He shrugged his shoulders and nodded simultaneously making a face. I caught his brown eyes glancing towards my shorts again as he turned towards me.
"I am Canadian", he said in his best attempt at duplicating the popular beer commercial. This brought on another round of laughter. "Ok, ok... you've figured me out, ah've only been here a year or so and the accent still gives me away."
"Actually I like the sound of it, its like music almost but don't worry -- your secret's safe with me", I joked and grabbed his shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze. He closed his eyes and sighed. This wasn't the reaction I expected, but it pretty much confirmed my suspicions. "Do you like that?" I asked.
"Ah've probably just be workin' too hard, a wee bit tense is all", but again his eyes wandered once again and I was fairly sure he was checking me out.
"What time do you get a break Drew, I could help you with that tension?"
"Em, I can no really go far, that's my auntie behind the counter and ah've only a few minutes to meself the entire shift". His eyes turned upwards and his cheeks were going scarlet again. He licked his lips quickly and went back into the store. The door closed behind him and I stood waiting for a few seconds before I turned to go. Just then the door opened and Andrew exited almost at a running pace, there was sweat on his forehead. "Ah've taken ma break, but ah've only fifteen minutes before I'm due back -- follow me."
He never even looked back to see if I was behind him, but of course I was. He ran around to the back of the shop and pulled a key from his hand. Placing it into a padlock he released the guard over the metal ladder that was mounted on the side of the building and led to the roof. He started climbing and I went right up after him.
When we got to the top he climbed over the ledge and dropped down three feet to the roof below. The facade all but hid us from below. By the time I did the same, his pants were already down past his knees and he was toeing his sneakers off. As I moved towards him he pulled his uniform shirt over his head and stepped out of his trousers. He was standing there in his white socks and briefs and looked at me defensively. His chest was smooth with the slightest hint of muscle definition but his stomach was flat and soft. His legs were as long and white as the rest of him and just as hairless. The outline of his penis behind his tight underwear was unmistakable. I could tell that his member was about five inches long and thin. It was doing its best to escape the bounds of its cotton prison. I dropped to my knees in front of him my face was level with the bulge in his fruit of the looms.
"Ah've never done anything like this at all but I really want to try", his voice quivered and his eyes never left mine. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over top of the thin layer of cloth covering his dick, and it practically jumped at the slightest touch. I licked beneath his balls as well and he let out a gentle gasp of air. Bringing my hands up behind his calves I slowly traced my fingers upward behind his legs until I cupped his butt cheeks. All the while I was engulfing his still covered cock with my mouth. The front of his underwear was wet both from the inside and out as my hands grasped the waistband of his briefs.
"My God that feels so good", he breathed and with a steady motion I slid his underwear down to his socks and he lifted his feet one by one until they were gone. This time as my hands ascended on the inside aspect of his legs, I noticed he took a small step sideways separating his legs from each other.
My face followed the climb of my hands and saw the thick downy colored hair on his scrotum and the healthy drop of fluid at the end of his penis.
He was uncut but the shroud of his foreskin was back far enough to reveal the darkened bell at the end of his shaft. I licked from his balls upward along the underside of his dick and caught the sticky sweet liquid on the end of my tongue. My one hand continued upwards and my fingers rested on the skin between his sack and his pucker hole and began a slow rubbing motion. The other hand took hold of his balls and the base of his penis as I began pushing his foreskin back with my lips.
Slowly I licked away the tight skin revealing the fullness of his shining purple head. It glistened with pre-cum and tasted both musky and clean at the same time. I sucked it gently then descended quickly -- easily swallowing the rest of Andrew's dick into my mouth as I began circling the tightness of his anus with my finger. I withdrew my mouth in a delicate manner until it had all but escaped the pressure of my lips; and then I started sucking like my life depended on it. I forced his tender cock in and out of my mouth as fast and deep as I could possible go. Andrew grabbed the back of my head and thrust himself into me in time with my motions. As he pulled himself backwards to line up his next advance I applied a bit more pressure to the finger that waited at his back door. The sweat from his exertion offered just enough lubrication. With every plunge my finger penetrated a little deeper until it was buried deep inside. In short order, his dick and my finger were moving in and out in perfect time with each other. Gradually, I added a second finger and he moaned his approval.
I had just grazed his prostate when his dick began to shudder. The muscles in his buttocks clenched tightly holding my fingers in place allowing only the slightest movement. He ceased all motion of hips and held his penis just inside my mouth as the first volley of cum erupted, shooting towards the back of my throat. The hot sting of it caught me by surprise -- it was so strong and thick. I swallowed instinctively and brought my tongue up to the hole at the end of his penis. The next few shots collected under my tongue and I used my free hand to milk out a few warm streams until my mouth was filled and my new friend empty. I held his offering within my mouth and savored its taste and texture as he withdrew his dick the rest of the way.
"That was incredible, I have never cum like that in my life. I'm so sorry I didn't really give ya any warning either. I want to make it up to ya -- I'll do whatever it takes". I smiled and made a little humming sound since my mouth was still full. Then I took hold of his right foot and lifted it up over top of my arm. He resisted a little bit at first and almost lost his balance before he steadied himself on an air-conditioning unit.
Since two of my fingers remained inside of him, when he stepped over my arm he was now facing away from me. I loosened the drawstring on my shorts and dropped them to my knees. My penis was already poking out from my boxers standing at its six and a half inch height, looking almost twice as thick as Andrew's had been. Sucking cock always made me hard and tonight was no exception. Andrew bent right over and looked at my cut dick from underneath his own. He understood exactly what I had in mind and although he might have been nervous, he never hesitated.
I slid my fingers out of his behind and brought them up to my mouth. I released about half of the cum and spit that had collected in my mouth into my hand and swallowed the rest down. I returned my fingers to his ass and used his own semen to lube up his hole really well. When he could take three fingers fine enough, I pulled my hand away and put the head of my dick at the entrance to his tight pink hole.
"Just push out a little bit, like you're trying to have a dump", I said and assured him I'd be very gentle. When I felt him press himself towards me I increased my own pressure. To my astonishment I slid right in with little effort. I was almost halfway inside when I felt Andrew lunge backwards and take me all of the way inside. He clenched the muscle in his ring and I felt it tighten and release spasmodically around the base of my cock as he started grinding his butt around on my shaft. I could feel my dick rubbing up against the sweet spot inside of his ass and placed my hands on his hips to focus our movements together.
I was bucking up against his ass with full force and he was taking me all inside. His anus gripped my cock firmly and the pulsation of it was quickly bringing me to the edge.
"I'm about there Andrew I should pull out", I offered hastily.
"Don't yeh dare, I'm so close meself and I want you in me", his voice was low and raspy.
That was all the encouragement I needed as I began to feel my balls tighten and the head of my cock get larger. As the orgasm hit me, I thrust myself inside him as deeply as I could manage and held him there firmly with my one hand on his hip and the other reaching around to feel his dick. I pumped a few thick ropes of semen inside and found that he was in the process of releasing his own load when suddenly it ended.
"Andrew your break was over five minutes ago where the hell are you? The donuts aren't going to make themselves!" she shrieked.
"I'm coming!!!" he yelled and turned around to face me with that same goofy expression he had made before. "Well, actually I'm about done cumming" he whispered and began to laugh. It was contagious and the force of the hilarity expelled my softening dick from his ass with an undignified wet resonance. This brought yet another round of stifled laughter as we tried to gather our clothes and get dressed.
"What the hell are you doing up there Drew? Is there a problem?" she beckoned.
"None at all love, there was a wee hole up near the air-conditioner that was making everything hot, but yeh needn't worry its be plugged up well now" he said as he pulled his shirt back on over his head.
"You keep making me laugh and I'm going to fall of this roof!" I retorted just above a whisper.
"Well when yeh do, be sure and land on my auntie -- you'll break your fall and put the cow out of her misery as well" he countered. At that he gave me a wink and kissed me quickly on the lips. "Give me a few minutes before yeh climb down Cody and don't let this be the last time I see yeh -- it may have been my first time but I'm no done learning yet".
I opened my mouth to say something as he disappeared over the side and out of sight. I heard him talking with his aunt as they walked back inside the donut shop. I straightened my clothes around then climbed down myself and began walking home. I had no doubt that I would see Drew again. Something told me I had just developed an affinity for donuts -- and the cream filled ones were going to be my favorite.
In Canada, the donut shop is about as common as the neighborhood bar is in the U.S. Nobody actually plans to go there, it is just a place you end up at. Often times when you go there late at night, all you see are drunks and the marginal outcasts of society, the homeless and the mentally ill. Occasionally however, you find someone just like yourself, someone who is a bit lonely and more than a little interested in solving that dilemma. If you enjoyed this story, take a moment to let me know. All comments are acknowledged and appreciated.
Chad Prescott.