Pizza Delivery (mm story)

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It seems like I am always doing three days’ worth of work on Fridays. The Friday marathon usually keeps me at the office into the evening, sometimes as late as 8 o’clock. By that time I’m ready to go home, crash on the couch, call up Netflix and stuff my face with empty carbs. Sleep soon follows.

I’m a passable cook but after a 12-hour workday I don’t want to spend another hour in the kitchen. Sometimes I’ve got something in the freezer that looks good, but often I’ll treat myself by picking up on the way home. But this Friday night I was too tired to do even that. Work had been a bitch – malfunctioning computer systems, people not doing what they were hired to do, that sort of thing – and my brain had turned into a block of ice. All I wanted was to eat and fall asleep. Tomorrow I’d be off. I had all day to let my brain thaw.

So when I walked through my front door I tossed my keys and wallet onto the cabinet, took out my phone and placed an order for a pizza through an app. I ended up ordering a medium with mushrooms and black olives I’m by no means a vegetarian but at least I can pretend that my pizzas are healthy.

I took a quick shower and was putting on a pair of shorts when the doorbell rang. “Shit,” I muttered. “Who the hell is delivering my pizza? The Flash?” I hadn’t even gotten my shirt on. But an anticipatory stomach growl sent me toward the front door, wallet in hand.

I opened it to find a young guy standing there holding a thermal bag. He was about 5-foot 9, maybe 135 pounds, with coarse blond hair that hung toward his eyebrows and covered the tops of his ears. He wasn’t skinny but lean, his torso narrowing at the waist and widening to accompany his hips. I checked out his basket and saw a hint of something there – nothing huge but definitely something I wouldn’t mind seeing in the flesh. He was wearing a company polo, tan cargos and tennis shoes. I noticed his legs were hairy – I like that in a guy. I want some hair where there’s supposed to be hair.

“Sir?” I heard, and realized I’d been staring, and he’d been speaking, and I hadn’t noticed it at all. “You ordered a medium with mushrooms and black olives?”

“Come on in while I get you some money,” I said.

He stepped inside the door and followed me to the kitchen. I started looking for my wallet and couldn’t find it, until I realized I was holding it in my hand. “Sorry, it's been a long day,” I laughed, realizing that he must of thought I was acting a bit strange.

He laugh with me. He had a very pretty laugh to match cute body. The next thing I realized was that my cock was lengthening and stiffening in my shorts. Because sometime over the past 30 seconds I had decided this guy was eminently fuckable and that if I failed to get into his pants my life would be sadly diminished.

Jesus, what was I thinking? This wasn't one of those porn movies with the pizza delivery guy. I shook my head, disappointed in myself and at the same time disgusted with my sense of propriety. Sometimes I could be my own worst enemy.

He smiled and put the bag down on the cabinet, unzipping it and removing the cardboard box containing my pizza. “I do that sometimes with my sunglasses,” he said. “I’ll be looking all over the place for them and they’re on my head.”

I bet he looked incredibly sexy, sunglasses sitting atop that blond mop, the arms tucked behind his ears. A part of my brain devoted itself to composing a mental image of him behind the wheel of a convertible, sunglasses sparkling in the light, hair flying, shirtless, driving down a beach road, passersby staring in envy at a gorgeous young man who held the world in the palm of his hand with his good looks.

My loins quietly ached.

I grabbed the money from my wallet and told him to keep the change – he was that beautiful. It was going to be hard, eating a pizza when what I really wanted to eat was walking out the door.

He thanked me and turned to leave. “Before you go, can I ask you a question?” I decided I was going to make if I could make a cliché porn scene come true.

He turned and said, “Sure. What?”

“How old are you?”

He smiled knowingly. “I get that a lot. I’m 21 but my baby face makes me appear younger.”

My heart skipped a beat, in a good way. Twenty-one years old. One major obstacle down. One more to go.

“Yeah, well, hang on to that because it will serve you well through life,” I said. “They shouldn’t, but people really do judge you by your looks. And you look terrific.” And as he stood there blushing, I decided to go for broke. “So terrific that I wouldn’t mind having a little sausage with my pizza – YOURS, for instance.”

You never know how a guy is going to react when you broach the subject of sex with him. Some are offended. Some even threaten to beat you up or call the cops. Others politely decline. And then there are a few who actually take you up on your offer.

I wasn’t sure which way pizza guy would go. The expression on his face seemed to dim, his smile gradually fading, his gaze falling away from me to land somewhere on the floor. But he wasn’t frowning. And his muscles weren’t tensing for a fight.

I started to say something, maybe offer him a graceful way out, when he said in a quiet and suddenly sly voice, “It’s the end of my shift and I was just going to head home after your delivery. Since you offered, I wouldn’t mind getting my dick sucked.”

Jackpot! I had lucked out.
 

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I simply dropped to my knees, right there on the kitchen tile, and motioned for him to come over. He approached me and his fingers were pulling at the snap on his shorts, but I brushed them aside and got it undone myself. I pulled the zipper down and then grabbed his shorts at the hips and pulled them down. A wave of heat and musk rolled out as his underwear came into view, not boxers like a lot of guys wear today but bikini briefs, the front of which was bulging noticeably as pizza guy's cock firmed up.

I pulled down the briefs and his odour saturated the air, giving it a lovely stink of musk and sex. I could feel the heat radiating from his crotch. As his dick sprang into view I was delighted to see it was perfect in almost every way, neither thick nor thin, a fine pink helmet capping off a shaft adorned with a tracery of blood vessels, and a hefty pair of balls that hung in a hairy scrotal sack. He had not shaved his crotch and his thick mass of pubic hair was somewhat darker than that blonde mop atop his head.

I buried my face in his crotch, sucking in lungfuls of that superheated, musky aroma as I pressed my lips against his shaft. It continued to harden and now jutted across my cheek as I tasted his pubic hair. I took his cock in my hand and used it to rub against my forehead, my nose, down around my chin, my throat, and then back up to my nose, even poking the head against my nostrils. He had begun to leak precum and I dabbed my tongue at the piss hole, savouring the taste, as if I were butterfly sampling his nectar.

His hands found the back of my head as I descended on his cock.

I swallowed him all the way down, until I could feel his balls on my chin. I had sucked bigger (and smaller) cocks before, I guess his was a decent 6 inches. However, what I get out of sucking a cock is not its size but who is attached to it. This guy was smoking hot, almost pretty I would say, and the knowledge that it was my throat his pretty cock was buried in gave this suck job so much more meaning.

My hands found his ass cheeks as he began fucking my face. Between the two of us, his hands wrapped around my head and my hands wrapped around his butt, we became a kind of single entity. He jammed his cock down my throat and I sucked for all I was worth, pausing to swallow spit and take a deep breath before plunging in again and again.

His fucking motion became more urgent. He opened his legs a little and simultaneously my finger began working its way into his ass crack. The flesh was sticky in there, and a thin layer of sweat had formed. I would love to have interrupted my sucking to spin him around and bury my face in his ass, but he was having none of that. He began pounding at me, thrusting not just his cock but his entire crotch into my face, grunting as he did so. I managed to wet my finger, with saliva that was dripping out of my mouth, and returned it to his pulsing pucker, sliding it in as his hole opened slightly.

That, as it turned out, was the magic button. I doubt he or anyone had ever played with his ass before because the minute my finger went in he moaned loudly and thrust the hardest he had thrust, his balls drew up and a massive load of cum was injected directly into my throat as he cried out ecstatically. I could feel his cock pulsing as more sperm shot out, and I pulled back a little because I wanted some of it my mouth so I could taste it. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft as more spasms coated my mouth with his creamy white cum.

He was panting and making little puppy dog yips as I slowly eased my finger from his hole, then rubbed the exterior of his rosebud, all the while licking and sucking and tasting every little bit of cum that twitched from his cockhead. His cum was neither sweet nor bitter, it tasted almost like almonds.

It was over before it started. I’ll bet he didn’t last 5 minutes. I sort of regretting playing with his ass because if I didn't, I would have been able to enjoy his cock down my throat for a longer time. Regardless, I enjoyed every second of it.

He sighed contentedly and stepped away, his cock falling out of my mouth as it began to soften and return to its normal color. He pulled up his briefs and shorts. That’s the saddest sound in the world, the sound of a zipper being zipped after a hot session of sucking.

“That was awesome,” he said, shaking his head, as if he’d just completed some death-defying act.

“There’s more where that came from,” I told him, getting up off the floor. “You know where I live. You know my phone number. Don’t be a stranger. I’ve got a more ways I can make you feel good. That was just one of them.”

He nodded and said, “I will do that.” Together, we walked to the front door, where he embarrassedly thanked me and scooted out the door.

I went back inside. I stood in front of the kitchen sink and jerked my cock until I spewed a load all over the sink tub, while replaying in my mind what had just happened. I could still taste him in my mouth and debated if I wanted to eat the pizza and lose the taste of his cum. Hunger won out.

I realized that I didn't ask for his name. All I could hope for was that he would return soon. I think I will be ordering pizza tomorrow.
 

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It seems like I am always doing three days’ worth of work on Fridays. The Friday marathon usually keeps me at the office into the evening, sometimes as late as 8 o’clock. By that time I’m ready to go home, crash on the couch, call up Netflix and stuff my face with empty carbs. Sleep soon follows.

I’m a passable cook but after a 12-hour workday I don’t want to spend another hour in the kitchen. Sometimes I’ve got something in the freezer that looks good, but often I’ll treat myself by picking up on the way home. But this Friday night I was too tired to do even that. Work had been a bitch – malfunctioning computer systems, people not doing what they were hired to do, that sort of thing – and my brain had turned into a block of ice. All I wanted was to eat and fall asleep. Tomorrow I’d be off. I had all day to let my brain thaw.

So when I walked through my front door I tossed my keys and wallet onto the cabinet, took out my phone and placed an order for a pizza through an app. I ended up ordering a medium with mushrooms and black olives I’m by no means a vegetarian but at least I can pretend that my pizzas are healthy.

I took a quick shower and was putting on a pair of shorts when the doorbell rang. “Shit,” I muttered. “Who the hell is delivering my pizza? The Flash?” I hadn’t even gotten my shirt on. But an anticipatory stomach growl sent me toward the front door, wallet in hand.

I opened it to find a young guy standing there holding a thermal bag. He was about 5-foot 9, maybe 135 pounds, with coarse blond hair that hung toward his eyebrows and covered the tops of his ears. He wasn’t skinny but lean, his torso narrowing at the waist and widening to accompany his hips. I checked out his basket and saw a hint of something there – nothing huge but definitely something I wouldn’t mind seeing in the flesh. He was wearing a company polo, tan cargos and tennis shoes. I noticed his legs were hairy – I like that in a guy. I want some hair where there’s supposed to be hair.

“Sir?” I heard, and realized I’d been staring, and he’d been speaking, and I hadn’t noticed it at all. “You ordered a medium with mushrooms and black olives?”

“Come on in while I get you some money,” I said.

He stepped inside the door and followed me to the kitchen. I started looking for my wallet and couldn’t find it, until I realized I was holding it in my hand. “Sorry, it's been a long day,” I laughed, realizing that he must of thought I was acting a bit strange.

He laugh with me. He had a very pretty laugh to match cute body. The next thing I realized was that my cock was lengthening and stiffening in my shorts. Because sometime over the past 30 seconds I had decided this guy was eminently fuckable and that if I failed to get into his pants my life would be sadly diminished.

Jesus, what was I thinking? This wasn't one of those porn movies with the pizza delivery guy. I shook my head, disappointed in myself and at the same time disgusted with my sense of propriety. Sometimes I could be my own worst enemy.

He smiled and put the bag down on the cabinet, unzipping it and removing the cardboard box containing my pizza. “I do that sometimes with my sunglasses,” he said. “I’ll be looking all over the place for them and they’re on my head.”

I bet he looked incredibly sexy, sunglasses sitting atop that blond mop, the arms tucked behind his ears. A part of my brain devoted itself to composing a mental image of him behind the wheel of a convertible, sunglasses sparkling in the light, hair flying, shirtless, driving down a beach road, passersby staring in envy at a gorgeous young man who held the world in the palm of his hand with his good looks.

My loins quietly ached.

I grabbed the money from my wallet and told him to keep the change – he was that beautiful. It was going to be hard, eating a pizza when what I really wanted to eat was walking out the door.

He thanked me and turned to leave. “Before you go, can I ask you a question?” I decided I was going to make if I could make a cliché porn scene come true.

He turned and said, “Sure. What?”

“How old are you?”

He smiled knowingly. “I get that a lot. I’m 21 but my baby face makes me appear younger.”

My heart skipped a beat, in a good way. Twenty-one years old. One major obstacle down. One more to go.

“Yeah, well, hang on to that because it will serve you well through life,” I said. “They shouldn’t, but people really do judge you by your looks. And you look terrific.” And as he stood there blushing, I decided to go for broke. “So terrific that I wouldn’t mind having a little sausage with my pizza – YOURS, for instance.”

You never know how a guy is going to react when you broach the subject of sex with him. Some are offended. Some even threaten to beat you up or call the cops. Others politely decline. And then there are a few who actually take you up on your offer.

I wasn’t sure which way pizza guy would go. The expression on his face seemed to dim, his smile gradually fading, his gaze falling away from me to land somewhere on the floor. But he wasn’t frowning. And his muscles weren’t tensing for a fight.

I started to say something, maybe offer him a graceful way out, when he said in a quiet and suddenly sly voice, “It’s the end of my shift and I was just going to head home after your delivery. Since you offered, I wouldn’t mind getting my dick sucked.”

Jackpot! I had lucked out.
lucky you.
 

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I simply dropped to my knees, right there on the kitchen tile, and motioned for him to come over. He approached me and his fingers were pulling at the snap on his shorts, but I brushed them aside and got it undone myself. I pulled the zipper down and then grabbed his shorts at the hips and pulled them down. A wave of heat and musk rolled out as his underwear came into view, not boxers like a lot of guys wear today but bikini briefs, the front of which was bulging noticeably as pizza guy's cock firmed up.

I pulled down the briefs and his odour saturated the air, giving it a lovely stink of musk and sex. I could feel the heat radiating from his crotch. As his dick sprang into view I was delighted to see it was perfect in almost every way, neither thick nor thin, a fine pink helmet capping off a shaft adorned with a tracery of blood vessels, and a hefty pair of balls that hung in a hairy scrotal sack. He had not shaved his crotch and his thick mass of pubic hair was somewhat darker than that blonde mop atop his head.

I buried my face in his crotch, sucking in lungfuls of that superheated, musky aroma as I pressed my lips against his shaft. It continued to harden and now jutted across my cheek as I tasted his pubic hair. I took his cock in my hand and used it to rub against my forehead, my nose, down around my chin, my throat, and then back up to my nose, even poking the head against my nostrils. He had begun to leak precum and I dabbed my tongue at the piss hole, savouring the taste, as if I were butterfly sampling his nectar.

His hands found the back of my head as I descended on his cock.

I swallowed him all the way down, until I could feel his balls on my chin. I had sucked bigger (and smaller) cocks before, I guess his was a decent 6 inches. However, what I get out of sucking a cock is not its size but who is attached to it. This guy was smoking hot, almost pretty I would say, and the knowledge that it was my throat his pretty cock was buried in gave this suck job so much more meaning.

My hands found his ass cheeks as he began fucking my face. Between the two of us, his hands wrapped around my head and my hands wrapped around his butt, we became a kind of single entity. He jammed his cock down my throat and I sucked for all I was worth, pausing to swallow spit and take a deep breath before plunging in again and again.

His fucking motion became more urgent. He opened his legs a little and simultaneously my finger began working its way into his ass crack. The flesh was sticky in there, and a thin layer of sweat had formed. I would love to have interrupted my sucking to spin him around and bury my face in his ass, but he was having none of that. He began pounding at me, thrusting not just his cock but his entire crotch into my face, grunting as he did so. I managed to wet my finger, with saliva that was dripping out of my mouth, and returned it to his pulsing pucker, sliding it in as his hole opened slightly.

That, as it turned out, was the magic button. I doubt he or anyone had ever played with his ass before because the minute my finger went in he moaned loudly and thrust the hardest he had thrust, his balls drew up and a massive load of cum was injected directly into my throat as he cried out ecstatically. I could feel his cock pulsing as more sperm shot out, and I pulled back a little because I wanted some of it my mouth so I could taste it. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft as more spasms coated my mouth with his creamy white cum.

He was panting and making little puppy dog yips as I slowly eased my finger from his hole, then rubbed the exterior of his rosebud, all the while licking and sucking and tasting every little bit of cum that twitched from his cockhead. His cum was neither sweet nor bitter, it tasted almost like almonds.

It was over before it started. I’ll bet he didn’t last 5 minutes. I sort of regretting playing with his ass because if I didn't, I would have been able to enjoy his cock down my throat for a longer time. Regardless, I enjoyed every second of it.

He sighed contentedly and stepped away, his cock falling out of my mouth as it began to soften and return to its normal color. He pulled up his briefs and shorts. That’s the saddest sound in the world, the sound of a zipper being zipped after a hot session of sucking.

“That was awesome,” he said, shaking his head, as if he’d just completed some death-defying act.

“There’s more where that came from,” I told him, getting up off the floor. “You know where I live. You know my phone number. Don’t be a stranger. I’ve got a more ways I can make you feel good. That was just one of them.”

He nodded and said, “I will do that.” Together, we walked to the front door, where he embarrassedly thanked me and scooted out the door.

I went back inside. I stood in front of the kitchen sink and jerked my cock until I spewed a load all over the sink tub, while replaying in my mind what had just happened. I could still taste him in my mouth and debated if I wanted to eat the pizza and lose the taste of his cum. Hunger won out.

I realized that I didn't ask for his name. All I could hope for was that he would return soon. I think I will be ordering pizza tomorrow.
Great story. Makes me want to start delivering pizza.
 

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I simply dropped to my knees, right there on the kitchen tile, and motioned for him to come over. He approached me and his fingers were pulling at the snap on his shorts, but I brushed them aside and got it undone myself. I pulled the zipper down and then grabbed his shorts at the hips and pulled them down. A wave of heat and musk rolled out as his underwear came into view, not boxers like a lot of guys wear today but bikini briefs, the front of which was bulging noticeably as pizza guy's cock firmed up.

I pulled down the briefs and his odour saturated the air, giving it a lovely stink of musk and sex. I could feel the heat radiating from his crotch. As his dick sprang into view I was delighted to see it was perfect in almost every way, neither thick nor thin, a fine pink helmet capping off a shaft adorned with a tracery of blood vessels, and a hefty pair of balls that hung in a hairy scrotal sack. He had not shaved his crotch and his thick mass of pubic hair was somewhat darker than that blonde mop atop his head.

I buried my face in his crotch, sucking in lungfuls of that superheated, musky aroma as I pressed my lips against his shaft. It continued to harden and now jutted across my cheek as I tasted his pubic hair. I took his cock in my hand and used it to rub against my forehead, my nose, down around my chin, my throat, and then back up to my nose, even poking the head against my nostrils. He had begun to leak precum and I dabbed my tongue at the piss hole, savouring the taste, as if I were butterfly sampling his nectar.

His hands found the back of my head as I descended on his cock.

I swallowed him all the way down, until I could feel his balls on my chin. I had sucked bigger (and smaller) cocks before, I guess his was a decent 6 inches. However, what I get out of sucking a cock is not its size but who is attached to it. This guy was smoking hot, almost pretty I would say, and the knowledge that it was my throat his pretty cock was buried in gave this suck job so much more meaning.

My hands found his ass cheeks as he began fucking my face. Between the two of us, his hands wrapped around my head and my hands wrapped around his butt, we became a kind of single entity. He jammed his cock down my throat and I sucked for all I was worth, pausing to swallow spit and take a deep breath before plunging in again and again.

His fucking motion became more urgent. He opened his legs a little and simultaneously my finger began working its way into his ass crack. The flesh was sticky in there, and a thin layer of sweat had formed. I would love to have interrupted my sucking to spin him around and bury my face in his ass, but he was having none of that. He began pounding at me, thrusting not just his cock but his entire crotch into my face, grunting as he did so. I managed to wet my finger, with saliva that was dripping out of my mouth, and returned it to his pulsing pucker, sliding it in as his hole opened slightly.

That, as it turned out, was the magic button. I doubt he or anyone had ever played with his ass before because the minute my finger went in he moaned loudly and thrust the hardest he had thrust, his balls drew up and a massive load of cum was injected directly into my throat as he cried out ecstatically. I could feel his cock pulsing as more sperm shot out, and I pulled back a little because I wanted some of it my mouth so I could taste it. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft as more spasms coated my mouth with his creamy white cum.

He was panting and making little puppy dog yips as I slowly eased my finger from his hole, then rubbed the exterior of his rosebud, all the while licking and sucking and tasting every little bit of cum that twitched from his cockhead. His cum was neither sweet nor bitter, it tasted almost like almonds.

It was over before it started. I’ll bet he didn’t last 5 minutes. I sort of regretting playing with his ass because if I didn't, I would have been able to enjoy his cock down my throat for a longer time. Regardless, I enjoyed every second of it.

He sighed contentedly and stepped away, his cock falling out of my mouth as it began to soften and return to its normal color. He pulled up his briefs and shorts. That’s the saddest sound in the world, the sound of a zipper being zipped after a hot session of sucking.

“That was awesome,” he said, shaking his head, as if he’d just completed some death-defying act.

“There’s more where that came from,” I told him, getting up off the floor. “You know where I live. You know my phone number. Don’t be a stranger. I’ve got a more ways I can make you feel good. That was just one of them.”

He nodded and said, “I will do that.” Together, we walked to the front door, where he embarrassedly thanked me and scooted out the door.

I went back inside. I stood in front of the kitchen sink and jerked my cock until I spewed a load all over the sink tub, while replaying in my mind what had just happened. I could still taste him in my mouth and debated if I wanted to eat the pizza and lose the taste of his cum. Hunger won out.

I realized that I didn't ask for his name. All I could hope for was that he would return soon. I think I will be ordering pizza tomorrow.
That was hot!! Can’t wait for part 2?!?!
 

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I was out on Saturday doing some errands when I received a call from a number that I didn’t recognize. I normally let such calls go to voicemail, but I had a feeling that I should answer it.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hi, this is Joel. How are you doing?” I did not recognize the caller’s name, but his voice sounded familiar, and I asked him who he was and what did he want.

“Um, um, I delivered a veggie pizza to you the other day and if you recall I also gave you my sausage to enjoy.”

I perked up, “Of course I recall your yummy sausage, it’s just I never got your name. So good of you to call Joel, what’s up?”

Joel told me how he enjoyed himself last night. He said that he had today free and if I was available, he would like to find out what I meant when I told him I had other ways to make him feel good.

Without hesitation, I told him I would love to show him. I said that I was on my way home and he should come over in an hour.

When I got home, I took a quick shower and pulled on a t-shirt and gym shorts. I also tidied up the bedroom as I knew that we would be ending up here.

When Joel arrived, I offered him a beer and we sat on the couch where we chatted to get to know each other a bit better. After we had both finished a second beer, I suggested that we get more comfortable. I removed my T-shirt and Joel followed suit.

I ran one hand over his chest and stomach before I gently grabbed and tugged on one of his nipples. Joel let out a soft moan and that encouraged me to bend down and flicked my tongue over his other nipple. I got on my knees in front of him and alternated working on his nipples, licking one while gently tugging on the other. When his moaning got louder, I slowly kissed down his chest and stomach until I reached the waistband of his shorts. I grabbed both his shorts and briefs and pulled them down his hips. Joel lifted his ass off the couch to help me remove them. Now freed, my attention was on Joel’s erect cock. I teased his cockhead with my tongue for a bit before taking his cock into my mouth.

“Oh fuck, that’s nice,” Joel said, grabbing my head as I suck him.

"Mm hmm," I agreed.

I continued to suck on Joel’s cock for several minutes before taking him down my throat.

Joel grabbed my head and I thought that he was going to take control and start fucking my mouth. Instead, he surprised me by moving my head away from him. When his cock popped out of my mouth, Joel moved his hands under my arms, urging me to my feet.

“My turn,” Joel said as he yanked my shorts down. Moments later, I was the one on the couch and Joel was kneeling between my legs. Joel engulfed my harden cock in his mouth.

I closed my eyes as waves of pleasure washed over me. Joel knew what he was doing. His hand gently but firmly tugged at my balls, keeping the skin stretched tight as his warm, wet lips and tongue slid over the shaft and head of my cock. My moaning got louder as he expertly sucked my cock.

I was getting closer to blowing my load but I didn’t want that to happen yet. Although I would have been happy to cum from his talented mouth at that moment, I wanted to fulfill my previous promise to show Joel other ways I could make him feel good. I bent down and whispered in his ear “Damn, you are good, but I want to proceed to round two in my bedroom.” I gave his earlobe a lick before gently pushed him back so that I could remove my cock from his hot mouth.

We both stood up and I could not resist the urge to kiss him, so I did. Obviously, Joel was okay with this as our tongues tangled with each other’s. We continued kissing as I lead him into the bedroom.

I got Joel to lay on his stomach as I got behind him on the bed. I grabbed his hips and lifted his ass towards my face. I gently separated his ass cheeks to reveal Joel’s hole, which was small and pink, surrounded by just a few hairs.

I ate Joel’s ass like a pro and I knew that Joel was enjoying the actions of my tongue by his constant groaning. As I licked circles around his hole, I used my fingers to gently pry it open. I eventually got Joel on all fours so that I could easily lick his balls and cock every so often before refocusing on his hole. Joel’s groaning grew louder when I started to thrust my tongue in and around his sweet hole.

I could feel his hole relaxing so I went to the next stage and inserted a finger into him and gently moved it in and out. As I was doing this, with my other hand I reached for the bottle of lube that I conveniently left on the table by my bed. I lubed up my finger and fingered fucked his hole. It took about 10 minutes before I was able to get three fingers into his previous tight hole.

When I felt that Joel’s hole was sufficiently relaxed and stretched, I ask him if he was ready for my cock.

“Oh yes, fuck me.” Joel almost sounded like he was pleading.

I told him to give me a moment to slip on a condom.

“No.” Joel looked back at me and shook his head. “You’re clean, aren’t you?”

“Well yea, but…”

“So am I. I have only done oral, never been or have fucked. If you don’t mine, I always hoped that the first time I get fucked, I could feel the cum fill my ass. Will you cum in me? Please?”

Who was I to deny his request? Besides, he also confirmed that I would be the first to be in his ass and wanted to make this a very memorable experience. I agreed and told him that I will start slow as I lubed up my cock.

I repositioned Joel’s legs so that they were more spread out and got in position between them. I grabbed my cock and slowly guided it into Joel’s hole. Even with all the tongue and finger work, his canal was tight. It felt good as my cock passed through his tight tunnel, but I was certain that Joel was feeling some pain as I took his once virgin ass.

I was surprised that Joel did not say anything or even make a sound as my cock made its way fully into him. “Are you okay?” I asked.

Joel sighed as he exhaled. “Oohh, I’m okay. I won’t lie, it hurt at first and I was holding my breath, but the pain is subsiding. Just give me a moment to get use to your cock.”
I apologized and told him that it’s normal to feel some pain at first, but that pain will turn to a pleasurable feeling very soon. I also assured him that I will not move until he was ready. I leaned over him and started to play with his nipples, to help him relax.

After a few minutes, Joel gave me the go ahead to start fucking him. I began slowly. Joel’s hole twitched and squeezed my cock as I fucked him. I figured that was a good sign. I and tugged at his nipple then moved down and grasped his cock, which was hard. He pushed my hand away.

"Don't. I'll cum right away if you do that."

I went and whispered in his ear that we won’t want that. I then nibbled and licked his earlobe. This caused him to move his head and allowed me to steal a sidelong kiss.

I slowly increased the speed of my thrusting and got into a good rhythm. Joel’s constant groaning acknowledge that he was enjoying getting fucked.

I surprised Joel when I suddenly pulled completely out of him and got off the bed. Before he could say anything, I asked him to lay on his back, as I moved to the end of the bed.

Joel’s cock was nice and hard and its head was glistening with precum. I couldn’t resist giving his cock a quick squeeze, which caused more precum to leak out. I then grabbed his legs and pulled Joel so that his ass was near the edge of the bed. I moved his legs back so that his feet were dangling near his head. I took the time to put more lube on my cock before inserting it in his now open hole. I was able to get the full length of my cock into his hole with little resistance. With Joel in this position and me standing behind him, I was able to give his ass a good fucking.

It was such a turn-on seeing my cock fuck his hole, making his balls shake every time I hit bottom.

When I looked into Joel’s eyes, his eyes stared directly into mine. He asked me to fuck him even harder. I did as he asked, and a huge smile filled Joey’s face.

As I fucked him full force, my body slamming into his with audible slap on every downstroke. Joey’s eyes danced with delight. Oh, yeah, this feels incredible. Fuck me, dude.”

I laugh when he called me dude and then realized that I never told him my name. For some reason, this encouraged me to fuck him even harder. I was determined to make sure that Joel’s first fucking would be the one that he would always remember as being his best.

I knew that my cock was repeatedly hitting his prostate, as Joel’s cock was leaking precum onto his stomach. I leaned down and gave Joel another kiss and then resume fucking him hard.

I heard grunting. While Joel was moaning, the grunts were coming from me. I could feel the cum in my balls ready to come out. I told Joel that I was close and that he should cum with me. Joel agreed and started to stroke his cock that was slick with his precum. It wasn’t long before I could not hold back any longer. "Aw fuck, I'm cumming," I hissed through clenched teeth as I pounded my load into him. I could feel Joel’s ass clench around my spewing cock as he screamed, “So am I”. I could feel sticky wet heat on my stomach as Joel’s cock let loose its cum, while I filled his gut with my cum.

When we started to catch our breaths, I reluctantly pulled out of him. Looking down at Joel I saw how his cum had coated his chest and stomach. I got down on my knees and procedure to lick off his delicious cum. Then I plopped onto the bed besides Joel and kissed him. Using my tongue, I pushed his cum into his mouth, we snowballed it before I swallowed his yummy cum mixed with our saliva.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you had more ways to make me feel good. Your cock in my ass felt better than anything I ever imaged fucking would be like,” Joel continued, “And as soon as I felt your cum filling my ass, it triggered my own explosion.”

I returned the complement by telling Joel how great it felt fucking his sexy ass.

We laid on the bed, loosely cuddled in each other’s arms for a while before I suggested that we go shower together. Afterwards, Joel got dressed and prepared to leave.

While walking to the door, I said, “Hey Joel, for future reference, the next time I get you to scream out in pleasure, my name is Michael, not dude.”

“Fuck dude, I look forward to screaming out Michael.” We both laughed.

We said our goodbyes and as Joel walked out the door, he said “I’ll give you a call soon”.

“You better,” I chuckled.

I never thought that ordering a pizza would result in forming a new relationship.