DISCLAIMER: 1) There's sex in here between two males. If you don't like it for any reason, go away. 2) This is my first story, let me know what you think and maybe we could meet and "talk" about it. ;) gaybeast@hotmail.com
PIZZA PARTY by GB
I couldn't stand my grandparents, they were jerks, and they'd always show up at my house and expect that I would wait on them 24 hours a day. Anyway, for some reason or another, they arrived, and decided to take me and my half-sister out to dinner at the local Pizza Hut.
I've known I am gay for a while now, but I don't typically go around saying "Hey, I'm gay, yay!" Even most of the guys I've had sex with will flee at the word "gay". Sex between two guys is ok, as long as neither of them are gay, I suppose.
Let me describe myself before I continue. I'm 5'11", with short-cut dark brown hair and a thin, 140 pound frame. I'm not very athletic, but I do swim often. On this particular day, I wore a white Reebok tee shirt which was a little too short--if I raised my arms up at all, the shirt would lift and expose that delicate trail of hair which led down to the best parts. Blue Levi's and sandals completed my garb.
Once we got to Pizza Hut, I talked and blabbed with my grandparents for a little while, then went over to the arcade games where they had one of those typical "shoot-'em-up, waste-your-quarters" type of game. Of course, I had gone and got $5 in quarters so I was ready to play.
The tightness of my pants showed off my butt a little as I bent over slightly to play the game. I could only wonder if the someone walking closer to me had noticed it.
"Move over," he said to the little boy watching me play.
"Ok, Blake," replied the boy. In the small town I live in, there are only 5000 people total, and I knew this guy didn't go to my high school. A tourist.
Blake stepped in, and popped in a quarter. While he was bent over slightly, I made a pretence of turning toward my table to see if the pizza was there yet, and checked out his firm butt. I glanced down to see if I could get a view of his crotch, but his baggy jeans revealed nothing.
We played for a while, and it was probably ten minutes before he had used up all his quarters. "Can you help me out?" he asked.
I looked over, glanced at how his dark shirt draped off of his pecs. I had noticed him looking at my crotch area a few times as we were playing and decided to make the first move--however minute.
"Left pocket," I mumbled, and pretended to be immersed in the game. We were at some kind of "leader" or "boss" monster, so it was fair enough.
I turned my head slightly and saw his baggies begin to bulge a little. Exactly what I wanted. He must've noticed me looking, as he blushed. His right hand slid slowly down, touched the top of my pocket, and stopped. "Gotta go," he said, and headed back to his table.
"DAMN FUGGIN' !!!!!" was my most coherent thought. Damnit, I know I could've got a little action, maybe a blowjob, but who knows? I made a step toward him when my sister stopped me.
"Pizza's here," she told me. I headed back for the table, upset that I didn't get to go after 'my' man. I sat down and grabbed a few slices of pizza and threw them on my plate, sat down, and began staring into space, nodding my way through conversation with my grandmother.
It was only a few minutes before my eyes came into focus on what was sitting at the table behind my grandmother. The stud's blond hair was held back from his clear blue eyes by a pair of Oakley sunglasses. His strong, teenage arms stuck out of his white tee, and he wore a pair of metallic blue Nike shorts. The metallic outline of his crotch made my precum juices begin to flow.
I sat there, fantasizing about all the things I would do to this stud, going down on him, giving him the blowjob of a lifetime, even being fucked by him wildly. There must've been a thumping noise from our booth when my cock smacked hard against the bottom of our table.
Seconds passed, when, in my daydream state, I dropped my slice of pizza onto my plate. CLING, it knocked my fork into my water glass. My stud looked--and I was still staring at his crotch. He looked at me and just smiled a little, and I just licked my lips. I began to watch his cock grow hard, slowly growing under the table as he tried to distract himself from thoughts of what I could do to/for him. He smiled at me and headed for the bathroom.
"I'll be back in a minute, grandma," I said. "Gonna go check and see if Erin is working at the Cinemas tonight." I stood up and headed for the bathroom too, erect cock pointing the way under my tight jeans.
The Pizza Hut bathroom was intended for one person at a time, no stalls, so I figured that if he wanted what I hoped and thought he wanted, he would have left the door unlock so I could get in. I opened the door and stepped in.
There was my stud, masturbating himself vigorously over the toilet. I could have cum just then. He got a semi-worried look on his face, worried he could have been wrong about me. I just stepped over and took his hand off his cock, and took the tool into my mouth.
As my soft, wet mouth engulfed the head of the 8" cock (a quarter inch larger than mine), a soft moan escaped his lips. My tongue played over the head of his cock and tasted his salty-sweet precum, enjoying every precious available drop.
I slid my mouth down as far as I could at first, leaving about 2" exposed. I then began sucking as hard as I could. As I drew my mouth back, the suction increased, and he began to squirm. I continued sucking, going further down every time, until I buried my nose in his soft pubic hairs. I had taken the whole thing down my throat.
He was in ecstasy as I continued to suck the shaft, and suddenly he shuddered, and his creamy white balljuice began shooting down my throat. I pulled back a little to get another taste... Damn, it was good. I milked his cock with my tongue to get every last drop.
I pulled the softening cock from my mouth and began removing all my clothes, tossing them into a corner--couldn't come back to dinner with cum all over them. I helped get his shorts the rest of the way off of him, also removing his tee shirt. I began to flick my tongue over his left nipple.
Both nipples hardened. All the other times I've had sex, it was just a "get off in the hole, then run" sort of thing. I was enjoying more than just getting my cock wet, in this case. I took my tongue and licked my way down his body. He was already hard again.
I walked away, leaving him standing there, and went to the sink. I put some of the gel-soap in my hand, rubbing it on my ass and pushing a little inside my butthole. One time, I had put soap in my ass and it had burned, but this soap didn't--a good thing.
My ass being very tight, I was worried about him thrashing me too hard at first, so I laid him down on the floor (away from the clothes) and aimed my butt at his cock, slowly sliding down.
His cockhead came to rest, pointing right against the tight ring of muscle in my butt. I pushed against it, and the head was in. It stung a little, but the ecstatic feeling had already begun. I slid down on it, slowly. Before long, I had the entire cock in me, and I was sitting on his crotch. I looked at his smooth, unmarred face and smiled, and he smiled in return.
With his cock up my ass, I began to rub his torso, starting from his abs and working my way up to the pecs. Damn, I'd never rubbed another guys pecs before. I decided to investigate his armpits (I'm just getting my pit hair, so I'm not an expert), and I stuck my nose in there and inhaled, then licked a little.
My stud whimpered a little, with his cock up my ass, as I was doing all this. I decided it was time to continue. I began lifting myself up and down, sliding on his shaft, coming nearly off of it, and getting an undescribable feeling as his cockhead rubbed my prostate.
His hand wrapped around my cock, masturbating me slowly in tune with the sex. It was exquisite. I wanted to stay and fuck my stud forever, but was not so fortunate. Another shudder, and his cock released its precious juices into my ass.
I came on his stomach, squirting anywhere from the bottom of his chest muscles, to up on his chin. I watched as he licked some of the semen away from his face. Amazing, I thought.
I felt semi-spent, but the softened dick in my ass had already started to harden yet again. I slowly slid off of it, stud squirming the whole time as his sensitive cockhead slipped from my ass.
He turned around, got on his hands and knees, and I placed my mouth in his asscrack. It was very clean, with fine blond hairs all around his asshole. I licked, and licked, and then brought my tongue against his anal opening. I pushed, and slowly my tongue slid in to the ring of muscle. I pushed in and around as hard and as far as I could into the ass, enjoying every second. I sucked gently at the hole, and I could feel his enjoyment.
I removed my mouth, placed my hands on his back, and placed my penis against the now-slightly-open hole. I pushed, and the head slid in. We moaned in unison as I slowly slid my wide, 7 1/2" cock into his ass. I then began to slowly fuck him, sliding my cock until just the head was in, then pushing back in all the way. It was unbelievable, the feelings in my cock at that second.
After a minute or two of this, another load of semen shot from his cock. I reached down with my hand and touched it with a few fingers, then licked it off my hand. I milked his cock for the last drops. Now I was ready to cum.
It's strange, like electricity on all the hairs of your body, slowly sliding down through your entire being, converging on your penis and blasting through, sending your body into spasms of ecstasy unmeasurable. I laid down on top of my stud's back, and licked his neck.
"We have to go back, now," he whispered. I frowned and slowly withdrew my now-soft cock from his ass. We washed up at the sink, drying off under one of those hot-air blowers and dressed each other. Damn, I wanted to be with him forever. I kissed him gently on the mouth, and stepped out of the bathroom.
Well, it was all true up until the part where we started having
sex. If anyone wants to help me complete this fantasy who lives
within 60 miles of Mapleton, OR, e-mail gaybeast@hotmail.com, and
we'll make a nice little appointment. ------