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Chapter 9
Previously introduced -
Rudi - Protagonist, age 18, white, 5'8", 6 inch (allegedly) cut, pert bubble butt, slim but athletic build. Is in high school, discovering his sexuality, on the track team.
Allan - Best friend, age 18, 5'10", olive-skinned, on the track team, dick size unknown, is toned and muscular.
Pizza guy - Name unknown, early 20s, medium-skin tone Latino, 5'11", 8 inch thick uncut, muscular/jacked, masculine, natural body hair.
Chapter 8 recap:
Rudi exited Allan's downstairs bathroom without a towel and couldn't find money for the pizza guy, who accepted Rudi's oral services in lieu of a cash payment.
Chapter 8 continuation:
Breathing deeply, finally, Rudi's knees ached from the effort. The man looked around the kitchen. He leaned around the kitchen island, lifting the kitchen stool he had shaken earlier. A folded, fluffy white towel fell off. He pointed at it, and Rudi handed it to him. The pizza guy wiped his face with the folded towel, then dried off his wet cock and sweaty balls. He handed it to Rudi, unfurling the towel. Two bills flew into the air - Allan had left Rudi a towel with the pizza money right in the kitchen for him to find. Rudi had passed by it three times. The pizza guy must have seen it when he shook the stool angrily earlier.
Rudi smiled, delirious from cum and lightheaded from not breathing. "Can you break a twenty?"
"It's on the house, kid. Are you doing okay down there?" The pizza guy asked.
The teen stayed on his knees, still catching his breath. Getting face fucked was exhausting work. Rudi felt weak on his knees.
"Kid? You gonna get up before your friend catches you?" The man pressed.
Sheepishly, Rudi pushed himself up from the ground, still shaky on his legs. He inhaled - the kitchen smelled like man. I probably smell, too, Rudi thought. And I just showered. The teen moved over to the sink, spraying water on his face and rinsing his mouth.
The man came behind Rudi. "You have a really nice ass, boy. You put out?" He grabbed one full cheek, squeezing lightly, fingers slightly grazing Rudi's hole. The man loved how the boy's peaches barely had any fuzz.
"Ungh," Rudi purred. "Nooo, but that feels so good," every syllable stretched longer as the man kept caressing.
With his other hand, the man pulled Rudi back into him, grinding into the teen's ass. "I see someone left you some love bites. Is that your boyfriend upstairs?"
"No, just my friend," Rudi replied.
"So he won't mind if I grab your number?" The man shifted, maneuvering his thumb over Rudi's hole, tapping on every word, "maybe I can hit you up sometime?"
Rudi felt the tip of the man's thumb lightly enter his hole. "Yes!" Rudi cried. He arched his back, "hit me up, please."
The man kept his thumb pressed into Rudi's tight hole. Without lube or even spit, Rudi felt the friction prevent it from going much further, his hole experiencing a scratch something not quite like a satisfied itch. Rudi pushed his ass further onto the man's digit.
"Oh shit boy," chuckled the man. "Someone likes their hole played with, huh boy?" The man withdrew his hand, and held it in front of Rudi's mouth. Two thick fingers tapped Rudi's mouth. "Open up, get them wet."
The teen's lips opened, greedily licking the man's tan index and middle fingers. Rudi closed his eyes and worked up along the lengths of both fingers, tonguing the webbing between them, making them as wet as can be. Rudi felt the taste was similar to the man's cock, although drier, more subtle, almost like leather. Rudi could lick it all day.
From upstairs, they heard a yell. "Yo Rudi! Is the pizza here yet? I'm starving," Allan screamed.
Rudi's eyes bugged open. The man popped his fingers out of the boy's mouth. "No! Must be busy with game night!" Rudi screamed back, hoping that bought some more time.
Returning his hand to Rudi's ass, the man lined up one finger against Rudi's hole. He tapped lightly, teasingly. He then pressed deeper, making Rudi wince in pain and pleasure. "Should I keep going? Find that magic button inside of you?"
Despite the pain, one finger slid in rather easily - it wasn't Rudi's first time being fingered that day. "Breathe out," the man ordered as he added a second finger, plunging deeper. Rudi felt his cheeks bump against the man's knuckles, and wasn't sure if the man was thrusting into him or if Rudi was bouncing backward, or both. Rudi's hole stretched, in a mix of pain and pleasure. The man peered over Rudi's shoulder, "If I find that magic button, I can make that pretty little cock explode. Should I do that?"
"No sir," Rudi pleaded, still thrusting backwards. Rudi's body betrayed him, as the sensations moved toward his prostate. He bent further, hands gripping the sink counter. "No sir, I can't cum." Where was this "sir" coming from, Rudi thought to himself? It was weird - they couldn't be much different in age. But it felt right.
As he fingered Rudi, the man slowly stepped backward into the kitchen island, forcing the young twink to thrust back harder. Rudi had practically bent into doggy position. He looked down at his cock. It was pink, almost fiery red, incredibly hard, and it very clearly needed to cum. Beads of precum formed at the tip. He felt a rising urge build up. How would he get rid of this hardon before Allan made it downstairs? Cummng would help. "I need to stop before Allan catches me like this. I can't be hard."
The man laughed, "Oh yeah? What would Allan do if he saw his friend get his hole toyed with?" He felt Rudi's hole tighten. "Does that make you nervous? Don't worry, he's not going to catch you getting toyed with." Rudi breathed out, relaxing, his hole loosening. "He's going to catch me destroying your hole." The teen sped up, thrusting harder. "You like that, huh? He's going to catch you bent over the kitchen sink like a little bitch." The teen offered no verbal response, just fucking himself harder.
Pulling his phone out, the man slyly framed his camera to capture as much of the teen fucking himself on the delivery guy's fingers as he could. He hit record, secretly adding a video to the ones he took earlier when he pretended to watch porn. It was a shame the twink's head hung down and out of the frame - the man would have loved to capture the boy's face as as he was finger fucked.
"Kid, what's your number?" He asked Rudi.
The teen moaned, barely able to comprehend the question let alone answer it. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," Rudi said. "Eight. Three. Seven." He mumbled out the string of digits he hoped was correct, barely able to contain his pleasure.
"If you like my fingers this much, just wait until you sit on my cock. Is that what you want? Is that what you want, bitch? Me pumping you with my thick fucking cock?" The man jabbed Rudi with each question, which Rudi rewarded with more fervent grunts.
"I don't know," Rudi replied. "It just feels so good."
"I bet it does little bitch," the man snarled. The man chuckled inwardly, already planning a later jerk off session when he rewatched the videos. Fuck it, he might even put them online, and let the boy make new friends with his public phone number... but back to the matter at hand and on thick fingers.
As Rudi bounced back and forward on the man's fingers, he felt them twist and and separate, over and over, screwing and flexing vigorously. Rudi felt no pain now, just the new sensation of being stretched and fingered. Rudi heard the lewd slapping of the man's fist against his plump ass cheeks. The man was practically punching the teen's ass, driving the two fingers in more and more. Rudi grit his teeth in immense pleasure as the man explored a new, deeper part of him that had only been newly and lightly touched by himself and Ben earlier. Just a little bit more, and I can cum, Rudi thought. Fuck Ben's command. It wouldn't be his fault the the pizza guy finger-fucked a cum explosion out of him, right?
Rudi couldn't take much more pounding and teasing without cumming. He felt he was pretty close. Just a little bit longer. Maybe if the man slipped a third finger in and really stretched him, it would allow the fingers to dig in deeper. Rudi could feel the tips of the man's fingers graze at his prostate as he entered. It was like the man knew just how far to enter to make Rudi reel in ecstasy, but not hit hard or long enough to make him cum. Or if he pulled out and just slid that thick, Latino cock in him deep.
Who was this new Rudi? Every interaction with another man today turned him more and more into a horny, submissive bitch. Had this always been inside him? While he had figured out a few years earlier that he checked out boys more than he had girls, he didn't know how much he craved a man's control. Even a man whose name Rudi still didn't know - he was just a hot pizza guy. Yet here Rudi was, calling him sir and spreading his legs for him.
What about the feeling of being exposed? Even now, as the pizza guy wrecked his tight hole, Rudi was keenly aware of his own nakedness. What could happen if Rudi were naked more often? All the time? Would he be face fucked all day? Or finger fucked? Or truly fucked? And did Rudi want that? While Rudi had rubbed his hole a few times before, he hadn't really fingered himself to know that an entire world of pleasure lived inside it.
Should I just give in, Rudi thought. Should I scream? Have Allan hear me, come downstairs, and discover what I've been doing in his kitchen? Should I beg this man to stop this torment and fuck away my virginity?
As the thoughts swirled in Rudi's head, the teen slowed his thrusting. The man, while not able to read the boy's thoughts of excitement and fears, could feel the effects on Rudi's hole as it loosened and tightened. The pizza guy interpreted the slowing down as the boy getting tired. He stopped recording and put his phone away. Stepping closer to Rudi, he spit down between the boy's beautiful cheeks, working more spit into the boy's hole. Rudi could feel it as the man's speed was able to increase, once freshly lubed.
"Alright boy, I could work this ass all night but I have other deliveries to make," the man said. "You did such a good job working my pole over, I think you deserve a treat. You wanna jerk off and cum, bitch?"
Rudi wavered. "I don't know, I'm not supposed to." The man slowed his fingering, but he knew that Rudi loved it too much to be serious. The man had discovered a true submissive, bottom bitch, and he couldn't wait to make Rudi squeal and beg.
"Why not?"
"I told my friend," Rudi panted, "I wouldn't cum."
"Your friend upstairs?"
"No sir."
"So he's not here?" The man fingered harder.
"No sir," Rudi replied. Fuck, why did his hole being attacked feel so fucking good, Rudi thought. He felt like he could take a third, but he was too hesitant to ask. His golden skin was dewy with sweat - being fingered was hard work. He could feel stiffness in his legs from the position, but as he looked down, he noticed his cock was still stiff as well. Rudi's cock was leaking more precum than usual, and the teen was sure there was a pool of it on the floor. In the debate between his cock and following Ben's orders, the teen's cock won. "He doesn't have to know. Yeah, I'll cum."
The man grinned like a wolf. "Fuck yeah bitch, once you cum for me, you'll always come back for more. Put that hand around that cock and stroke for me. How small is it?"
Rudi complied and cooed, happy to be doing his favorite activity of jerking off. It had only been 10 hours, but it had been too long for the teen. "I think six inches," he said, answering the man's question.
"No fucking way that's more than five. You should measure it another time and let me know. But now, I want you to jerk off. I want you to jerk off that cock you have in your hand. You love feeling my fingers stretch you out, preparing for my big cock. You love cock, don't you? Don't worry, I'm going to give you my cock. And you're going to cry for it. But right now, I want you to stroke that cock as fast as you can and cum for me. Do what you were born to do, obey alpha men like me. Cum for me, you fucking bitch. That's what you want right? You want to cum faggot? You want to cum for daddy? Then fucking cum, faggot. Show me the biggest load those tiny balls can shoot out of that pathetic cock, bitch. Cum for me, faggot. Cum, faggot, cum RIGHT NOW!"
Rudi's fist flew, jerking his cock as fast as he could. He barely understood what the man was saying, but he knew it was dirty and rough and true and he agreed with it all. He felt his toes grip against the linoleum, his hole squeezed on the man's fingers. Precum flowed freely, almost as if Rudi were already cumming, but Rudi knew the orgasm hadn't happened yet. If only they went a bit further, Rudi knew he would explode. The man felt like the teen was trying to pull his fingers right up into his hole and hold them forever. Rudi's face burned red, his mouth dried, and he felt the world quiet as his ears ached, as they often do, as he climbed to orgasm. Rudi was finally going to cum.
"That's it!" Allan screamed from upstairs. Rudi kept jerking, it was too close to stop.
"Better cum soon, your friend is going to catch you in his kitchen," the man teased. The kitchen was filled with squelching as the man pummeled Rudi's ass and the teen jerked is sloppy wet cock.
"Bro it's been too fucking long!" Allan continued yelling.
Rudi clenched his toes and hole, his thighs and calves screaming from the effort of squeezing to make the man hit his prostate. So fucking close.
"That's it! I'm going to call the pizza place and ask them what the fuck happened. It's been an hour!"
Like lightning, the man's fingers ripped from Rudi's ass. He grabbed Rudi's wrist, stopping him from jerking. "No no, I'm not losing my job for some faggot's nut. Tell him I'm here," the man demanded.
Rudi's head spun. He reached his other hand down to finish the job.
"Did you not fucking hear me, little boy? Tell him I'm here!" The man grabbed Rudi's other hand and pinned them to his sides.
"But I want to cum! Please! Before he gets down here, I'm so close," Rudi begged.
"No! Tell him!! Or I will."
"Please let me cum sir, my balls hurt too much. I'll cum and tell him you came earlier."
"YO!" The man yelled.
"Fine," Rudi cried, alarmed."Allan!! I think I hear him, I'll go check!!" Rudi yelled loudly. Now pouting at the man, "What am I going to do about this boner?"
The man looked around the kitchen. He dropped Rudi's hands and opened the freezer door. "Grab a couple of ice cubes. Go in the bathroom and piss." Rudi's heart raced, he was sure he heard footsteps pounding the stairs. "If that doesn't work, rub these on your nuts. Ice helps with hickies, too, if you don't want your parents to see them."
Rudi grabbed ice cubes and hustled to the bathroom.
"Oh, you're here!" Rudi heard Allan say, just as the bathroom door closed.