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----------------------------------------------------------------- The Divorce Party
It was 9pm on Saturday night, Tom had been on shift all day and was about ten minutes from finishing, praying that no orders would come in, when the familiar ding sounded from the iPad. "Fuck" he thought to himself as Anthony looked over the order.
"Six pizzas, your side of town though....I`ll have them up in 5 minutes, and you can head off with them, it's basically on your way home." He said to Tom, who grunted. A skinny 19 year old, with blonde hair that often fell over his sharp and handsome features, he pushed it out of his eyes and nodded his agreement. He was about beat, on his feet all day and having been at college all week; all he wanted was to get home.
Within ten minutes, Tom was hopping off his moped, having had a surprisingly clear run and approaching a very typical, family style, detached home that you find in these areas. He half expected a kid to open the door; Friday night, parents out and throwing a party. But when he rang the bell an older black fella, handsome but half wrecked from beer, answered the door. He greeted Tom enthusiastically, yelling "Foods up fellas!!!" Before turning back to Tom and telling him to take them in to the front room whilst he grabbed his wallet.
As Tom entered the front room, he was greeted by the whooping and cheering of three middle aged men, one white, one black, and an Arab looking gent. Beer bottles littered the table, and all the men looked a little worse for wear. A banner on the wall proclaimed this was "freedom night" and another banner said "re-stagging". The men were all relatively handsome, probably between 40-45, and the black guy stood to take some of the boxes off Tom. He was huge, about 6'4 and a nice mix of fat and muscle, his T-shirt was stretched tight of big biceps and there were definitely strong pecs on his chest, but also a nice round stomach. The guy left one pizza box in Tom's hand and nodded to the slightly overweight white guy, an office type with a beard and handsome face, saying "Ben get's first dibs, it's his divorce we're celebrating after all!"
Tom handed the box over to Ben, saying "Congrats, I guess..." as he did. At this point, the gent who had answered the door walked back in, notes in hand. He reached out to hand them to Tom, swaying slightly, as he boomed "Too right it's congrats, this man's been through the mill lad. Guess how long it's been since he's had so much as a fucking blowie?"
Tom felt himself go bright red as quickly as Tom did. The room laughed and the Arab guy, Ahmet, asked Ben if he was married. "No sir" Ben laughed, "I'm only nineteen". Ahmet let out low whistle, "Fucking wish I was, my wife's as bad as his ex" he carried on, nodding toward Ben, "I'm lucky to get it once a month".
"Never get married" Ahmet carried on, "you got a girl? If you do, fuck her till she wants to get married, then find someone else, fuck her till she wants to get married, and then do the same again."
"I don't have a girl, I'm not really that in to women." Ben said, shyly, starting to make his way to the door.
"You a puff?" the big black guy asked.
"You can't fucking say that George" said Ben sharply.
"I don't mean nothing by it, I just heard that gays get a lot of sex? Is it true? And when you do, are you the girl or the guy?"
Tom blushed deeply again, but he was determined to be a part of the banter and hold his own before he headed home. "Bit of a stereotype that, but yeah, I do get quite a bit....and if I'm going by your labels, I'm usually the girl."
Ahmet, Ben, and George whooped with laughter, whilst the other guy, who'd paid Tom, slapped Tom on the back. As he laughed he said "Lucky boy, so you get fucked and suck cock aye? I always reckon a man would know what to do better than a woman. Do you think your better than a lass at sucking?"
Going with the banter, Tom shrugged and half nodded.
"Well, he's got one, Terry, so I'd bet he is" piped up Ben.
A grin crept on to Terry's dark and handsome face, his teeth were perfectly straight and white, there was a twinkle in his eyes.
"It`s been three and a half years Ben's been waiting for a suck job...why don't you show him your skills? We tip well, we were s'posed to have a stripper this evening but she bailed..." Again, the guys bellowed with laughter, grinning drunkenly at the funny turn the conversation had taken. Ben was still red in the face with embarrassment but he didn't say a word of protest.
Tom glanced around the group, not sure if this was a joke or if he was about to get beaten up. Rolling with the atmosphere of the room, he left it to the guys... "Fellas, I don't need a tip, you know us gays, anything with a pulse will do" and he winked.
"On your feet then lad." Ben was instructed by Terry
"You're joking right?" He asked, standing all the same.
Terry answered this by stepping up to his friend, reaching for the waist band of his sweatpants and pulling them down to his knees, to another roar of laughter. Ben stood there; too drunk to care. His underwear had come down too and his impressively thick and veiny cock swayed in front of him, the bulbous head, not even fully hard, was covered in foreskin. It seemed he'd been enjoying the conversation, his cock semi-erect, much to his mate's amusement. He grinned, stroked his semi once or twice and shrugged, as if to say it wasn't his fault he hadn't been getting any.
Without question, Tom stepped around the coffee table and dropped to his knees. He took the girthy piece of meat in his mouth and quickly swallowed it to the hilt, whilst he reached up to grasp the heavy set of bull balls that had been hanging beneath.
"Good lad" Terry roared, slapping Tom on the back, as Ahmet and George laughed from the sofa.
All three of the uninvolved men watched with rapt attention, as Tom's head bounced up and down on the quickly solidifying stick of meat that was filling Tom's throat. Soon it was rock solid, the veins stood out impressively, glistening now that it had been slicked with saliva. The cock was around 8 inches long, something Ben's mates seemed impressed by. Before long, Tom had pushed Ben backward in to his arm chair so that he could work on it properly, lapping his wet tongue at the balls between sessions of sucking.
Out of the corner of Tom's eyes, he noticed a movement. George had stood up from the sofa, his hands were down the front of his tracksuit and he was making his way over to Tom.
"I'm getting in line, because that looks fucking good." George said, before pulling out a ten inch rod that he started to wank as he watched the young man suck on his mate's cock.
"Hey, the lads got more than one hole you know" said Terry stepping forward and yanking down the boys' jeans as he knelt on all fours, bring his boxers with them, to reveal a smooth round arse. Tom felt a rough hand stroke across his peachy arse cheeks and let out a groan of appreciation. As Terrys hand found its way closer to Toms hole, he groaned again. "Fuuuck yes, pleeease" he choked out around the cock, letting them know that he was ready.
Immediately, George stepped forward. He leant in close and spat a huge gob of saliva between Tom's spread arse cheeks. A rough finger or two rubbed the spit around before pushing it inside of him. The men were rough, straight and not used to an unlubed hole, but that was how Tom liked it. Pushing his hips back, Tom rode further on to the two thick black fingers that were now inside him. George spat again, another great wad of spit worked in to lube him up.
Without much warning, Tom could feel the slick head of a very thick cock at his hole. George whispered "I hope you're ready for this" before starting to gently push his huge cock in to Tom. Tom felt the painful pop of the bulbous head pushing in and then, inch by inch, he felt it invade him further. It felt glorious, ten thick inches of cock within him, smashing his prostate with every pump. Soon George was holding Tom by the hips, his dark hands contrasting with Tom's thin pale body, and slamming his fat cock in to the lads arse, balls slapping loudly, as Tom moaned on to Ben's cock.
All pretence had now been dropped. As Tom was being roughly face fucked by Ben, he felt movement around him and could tell that Ahmet and Terry were stood over the scene, cocks out and wanking. Tom felt so right, on his knees, serving this group of older men. "Fuck, i wish my Mandy's hole was a tight as yours boy. Three kids later I can barely tell when I'm in" George growled from behind.
Tom was in heaven, sweat dripping from him and on to him, and it seemed Ben felt the same. His hard cock was starting to pulsate as Tom flicked his tongue back and forth over the solid cock head, exploring in to the foreskin. Ben was moaning almost uncontrollably and then, with a sudden force, his hands found the back of Tom's head, his hips thrust and he filled Tom's mouth with a huge load of cum. So much hot, white fluid filled the boy's mouth that, as quickly as he swallowed, it flowed from the corners of his mouth on to the slick cock and balls before him. Without hesitating, he set to work lapping it up and cleaning the, now soft, heavy cock before him.
George continued to pound away behind Tom, but soon he pulled out. He flipped the boy on to his back and began the assault on his insides again. Now Tom had a view of what was going on above him. Terry and Ahmet were stood either side of him, all clothes on the floor, fisting each other's cocks furiously as they kissed. The two men appeared in a world of their own and soon Terry pulled away from his kiss, his head rolling back and a huge groan erupted from his body as his cock shot a giant wad of cum all over Tom's body below.
This was too much for everyone in the room, George quickened his pace, huge black pecs glistening with sweat, and began rutting like a bull and grunting with every thrust. The sensation was building in the pit of Tom's stomach, as his prostate was being pounded, he could feel his balls churning and pleasure spread across his body. Ahmet quickly stooped down and shot ropes of cum across Tom's face, just as the young lad's own cock erupted. A spurt of cum shot all the way up to his own chest just as he felt George's rod flex and pulse against his tight hole. The giant of a man was cumming, and Tom could feel the hot wet juice filling him up and start to drip out on to the floor beneath him.
George pulled out, his heavy soft cock glistening with spit and cum, and stood quickly. He looked around at his mates, and the young lad laid prostrate and covered in cum, and chuckled slightly. "Fucking hell, that was better than a stripper." He said, nodding to Tom.
Terry held a hand out for the young lad, and helped him to the feet.
"I hope you haven't got any more deliveries lad, you'll scare the life out of them" Terry chucked, pushing a glob of cum of Tom's face and in to the lad's mouth with a thick finger. "I have a feeling you might be getting a few orders from us again though, maybe Saturday night pizzas will be a regular thing."
"So long as he's the one delivering." George added with a wink.