BINOWGAYLATER
Do that 2 me 1 more time
I got a few requests for more of the Pizza Man – so I hope you enjoy it. This story is getting longer – so I will divide it up into smaller “chapters”, because as we all know – bigger is not always better, right?
If you missed it - here is the link to Part I:
http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=330089
Note: This story is fiction.
Be gentle with me - I don't take criticism well. I'm just sayin......
After I left Greg’s house on Friday night I was still really horny.
As soon as I got home, I ripped off my clothes and went over the short but exciting events of a couple hours ago. The pictures in my mind were like I was there again. My rock hard cock begging for release, I couldn’t hold out longer than 15 minutes, as I savored the taste and feeling of that big cock, and the thrill of sucking him into that happy place that men love so much.
My balls were tight, my cock head felt like a balloon about to burst, and remembering the feeling of kneeling in front of him, holding his fuzzy ass cheeks while he thrusted his hips into my face with his big hands holding the back of my head sent me over the edge again. The surge came from deep inside, then the tightening of muscles as if they were trying to squeeze the cum from me, and finally the big shoot that the droplets of precum had predicted 10 minutes earlier.
I filled my belly button with hot cum, and by time the sixth squirt slid over my hand, I could finally let go, relax a little, lick the cum from my fingers, and think about seeing him again. I wondered if I could fuck the straight cop, and would he do the same for me?
I called him early Wednesday evening, not wanting to wait until the following Friday, or knowing if he was as anxious as I was to get together again. “Greg” was all he said. “Hey, it’s Pete, Pete with the pizza”. I get so nervous talking to him. “Oh man, glad you called; wanna come over later?” He seemed happy to hear from me. “I get off at 9:00 tonight.” I answered. “Is that good for you?” I added. “Cool, bring pizza, k? I’m buying!” he says. “Good deal, see ya then”. I said. Fuck, just talking to him gave me a semi. This guy is unbelievable.
Now I had a couple of hours to think about how things might go later. I can’t wait to suck that cock again. I wonder if he would do me? Could I play with his ass? Could I fuck him? Damn, I know straight guys who have toys, but would he let me? Too much to wish for, I guess. Fuck, sucking him off is more than I had hoped for. I can be happy with that.
I started getting a “headache” (wink, wink) way before it was time to leave, and the phone wasn’t ringing much on a weeknight anyway. Finally, I asked the boss if I could take off early. I thought I could run home, shower, put on the new boxers, my best stonewashed jeans, and look good for the sexy cop.
I couldn’t go back to the shop for the pizza, especially after checking out sick – so I actually stopped and got it elsewhere. I hoped Greg wouldn’t mind.
On the way over there, I started thinking. Was he just using me? He said he liked older guys, but from what I know now, he could have any guy – any gay guy with a dream of a guy like him. Fuck, he could fuck a horny guy at the gym and go home and stick it to the wife. He’s got “it”. And now he wants me to come back. Does he just want his cock sucked? Or does he have something else in mind? Okay, I’m up for it - fuck, I’m all the way up for it. Talk about a fuck buddy – even if I never see him again. I will have the memories.
As I pull into the driveway, the kitchen light goes on. He’s waiting for me. I grab the pizza and head for the front door – but not too quickly – don’t wanna seem too anxious, even tho my cock is.
I don’t get a chance to knock because when I open the storm door – he’s pulling open the big door. “You commin’ in?” he asks. Because I’m standing there – starring at his half clothed body again. Same navy blue sweatpants – barely hanging on his hips. His bare chest looked even bigger than the last time I saw it. The clean and faint smell of soap told me he had just come out of the shower. As my eyes lock in on his furry chest and hard nipples, he reaches across his body with his right hand to his left armpit, as if to swipe off a droplet of water. I wanted to run my hand thru his damp hair. But I would have to wait on that one. As I try to not drill him down with elevator eyes – I get back to the sweats and find the bulge – fully hard cock – pointing up and to the left - with the waistband barely holding the head in. God, the man is so hot. I look up to his eyes, of course he’s watching me looking at him and he says “come in, come in…its cold”. “You can check that out later”. Fuck me. His sense of humor blows me away. And yes, I would let him fuck me, and there are very few men who would ever get that invitation complete with the keys to the back door.
I stumble into the entry and he says, ‘What kinda pizza did you get?’ ½ Mushroom, ½ Sausage, of course.” I answered. “Is there any other kind?” He cracks a big smile. “Awesome, want some now? Or later?” He said. “Hope you’re not leaving in 15 minutes like last week.” He questions me. “Ahh, no; I can stay a while.” I answer, Hoping that was the best thing to say. So he reaches down and pulls the material away from his cock and finishes with the now familiar downward tug on his balls and says ” good, cuz I don’t want you to feel rushed, and I’m in no hurry.
“If we’re not eating anything now, want to get comfy in my room – TV’s and vids in there.” Before I can answer he’s headed down the hall “come on Pizza Pete”, I got something for you.” His right hand crosses over in front of him again, and his sweats are half off before he hits the bed. “You know what I got for you, so I hope you have some sausage for me?” he says. Once again, I’m shocked and amazed by this man -- I can’t believe he’s real. “Get out of those clothes man”, Greg is sounding excited. He’s sitting on the bed stroking his already hard piece, and says “Officer O’Brien wants him some Pizza Man”. Who am I to disobey an officer of the law? – I toss my shoes and socks and jump out of my jeans. Flip my fleece hoodie and tee across the room and hope he’s not disappointed. I’m standing there in my new boxers, and I say “Not what you expected?”
“Not what I expected? What are you talking about man? – get over here.” He says. As I try to sit on the edge of the bed, he throws his long arm across my chest and slowly but firmly pushes me down next to him. In one motion, he runs his hand over my chest, pinches my right nipple and proclaims – “nice tits!”, but this is even nicer. And with that he slides his big hand down to my crotch and wraps it around my stiff willie. He immediately starts stroking it, his left hand grabbing his own big cock. “Fuck man, that’s a hot cock. Wish we had more time last week.” He says. “I’m going to repay you now, though.” He added. His big frame moves over me, kind of sideways, and I feel his hot mouth on my cock head. I reach down and my hand finds his thick shoulder and I move my hand across to his neck as he eagerly slurps my 6 cut inches, and squeezes my ballsac with his right hand. The man knows what he’s doing. It’s definately not his first time swallowing a cock.
“Not too fast”, I warn him. “Don’t wanna shoot too quickly”. “He stops for a second, turns his head toward mine and answers “Don’t worry buddy, this is going to take a while, and we’re certainly not going to rush it.” With that proclamation, his lips return to my dripping cock and as he moves his body closer to mine, I reach down and run my hand over his ass, resting my palm down low and inside, near his hidden treasure. My cock flexes at the same moment he tightens his glutes, and he pulls his body in closer to mine. With that, he removed any doubts I may have had. He wants it, and I hope to give him what he wants.
If you missed it - here is the link to Part I:
http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=330089
Note: This story is fiction.
Be gentle with me - I don't take criticism well. I'm just sayin......
Another Night at Morgan Avenue
After I left Greg’s house on Friday night I was still really horny.
As soon as I got home, I ripped off my clothes and went over the short but exciting events of a couple hours ago. The pictures in my mind were like I was there again. My rock hard cock begging for release, I couldn’t hold out longer than 15 minutes, as I savored the taste and feeling of that big cock, and the thrill of sucking him into that happy place that men love so much.
My balls were tight, my cock head felt like a balloon about to burst, and remembering the feeling of kneeling in front of him, holding his fuzzy ass cheeks while he thrusted his hips into my face with his big hands holding the back of my head sent me over the edge again. The surge came from deep inside, then the tightening of muscles as if they were trying to squeeze the cum from me, and finally the big shoot that the droplets of precum had predicted 10 minutes earlier.
I filled my belly button with hot cum, and by time the sixth squirt slid over my hand, I could finally let go, relax a little, lick the cum from my fingers, and think about seeing him again. I wondered if I could fuck the straight cop, and would he do the same for me?
I called him early Wednesday evening, not wanting to wait until the following Friday, or knowing if he was as anxious as I was to get together again. “Greg” was all he said. “Hey, it’s Pete, Pete with the pizza”. I get so nervous talking to him. “Oh man, glad you called; wanna come over later?” He seemed happy to hear from me. “I get off at 9:00 tonight.” I answered. “Is that good for you?” I added. “Cool, bring pizza, k? I’m buying!” he says. “Good deal, see ya then”. I said. Fuck, just talking to him gave me a semi. This guy is unbelievable.
Now I had a couple of hours to think about how things might go later. I can’t wait to suck that cock again. I wonder if he would do me? Could I play with his ass? Could I fuck him? Damn, I know straight guys who have toys, but would he let me? Too much to wish for, I guess. Fuck, sucking him off is more than I had hoped for. I can be happy with that.
I started getting a “headache” (wink, wink) way before it was time to leave, and the phone wasn’t ringing much on a weeknight anyway. Finally, I asked the boss if I could take off early. I thought I could run home, shower, put on the new boxers, my best stonewashed jeans, and look good for the sexy cop.
I couldn’t go back to the shop for the pizza, especially after checking out sick – so I actually stopped and got it elsewhere. I hoped Greg wouldn’t mind.
On the way over there, I started thinking. Was he just using me? He said he liked older guys, but from what I know now, he could have any guy – any gay guy with a dream of a guy like him. Fuck, he could fuck a horny guy at the gym and go home and stick it to the wife. He’s got “it”. And now he wants me to come back. Does he just want his cock sucked? Or does he have something else in mind? Okay, I’m up for it - fuck, I’m all the way up for it. Talk about a fuck buddy – even if I never see him again. I will have the memories.
As I pull into the driveway, the kitchen light goes on. He’s waiting for me. I grab the pizza and head for the front door – but not too quickly – don’t wanna seem too anxious, even tho my cock is.
I don’t get a chance to knock because when I open the storm door – he’s pulling open the big door. “You commin’ in?” he asks. Because I’m standing there – starring at his half clothed body again. Same navy blue sweatpants – barely hanging on his hips. His bare chest looked even bigger than the last time I saw it. The clean and faint smell of soap told me he had just come out of the shower. As my eyes lock in on his furry chest and hard nipples, he reaches across his body with his right hand to his left armpit, as if to swipe off a droplet of water. I wanted to run my hand thru his damp hair. But I would have to wait on that one. As I try to not drill him down with elevator eyes – I get back to the sweats and find the bulge – fully hard cock – pointing up and to the left - with the waistband barely holding the head in. God, the man is so hot. I look up to his eyes, of course he’s watching me looking at him and he says “come in, come in…its cold”. “You can check that out later”. Fuck me. His sense of humor blows me away. And yes, I would let him fuck me, and there are very few men who would ever get that invitation complete with the keys to the back door.
I stumble into the entry and he says, ‘What kinda pizza did you get?’ ½ Mushroom, ½ Sausage, of course.” I answered. “Is there any other kind?” He cracks a big smile. “Awesome, want some now? Or later?” He said. “Hope you’re not leaving in 15 minutes like last week.” He questions me. “Ahh, no; I can stay a while.” I answer, Hoping that was the best thing to say. So he reaches down and pulls the material away from his cock and finishes with the now familiar downward tug on his balls and says ” good, cuz I don’t want you to feel rushed, and I’m in no hurry.
“If we’re not eating anything now, want to get comfy in my room – TV’s and vids in there.” Before I can answer he’s headed down the hall “come on Pizza Pete”, I got something for you.” His right hand crosses over in front of him again, and his sweats are half off before he hits the bed. “You know what I got for you, so I hope you have some sausage for me?” he says. Once again, I’m shocked and amazed by this man -- I can’t believe he’s real. “Get out of those clothes man”, Greg is sounding excited. He’s sitting on the bed stroking his already hard piece, and says “Officer O’Brien wants him some Pizza Man”. Who am I to disobey an officer of the law? – I toss my shoes and socks and jump out of my jeans. Flip my fleece hoodie and tee across the room and hope he’s not disappointed. I’m standing there in my new boxers, and I say “Not what you expected?”
“Not what I expected? What are you talking about man? – get over here.” He says. As I try to sit on the edge of the bed, he throws his long arm across my chest and slowly but firmly pushes me down next to him. In one motion, he runs his hand over my chest, pinches my right nipple and proclaims – “nice tits!”, but this is even nicer. And with that he slides his big hand down to my crotch and wraps it around my stiff willie. He immediately starts stroking it, his left hand grabbing his own big cock. “Fuck man, that’s a hot cock. Wish we had more time last week.” He says. “I’m going to repay you now, though.” He added. His big frame moves over me, kind of sideways, and I feel his hot mouth on my cock head. I reach down and my hand finds his thick shoulder and I move my hand across to his neck as he eagerly slurps my 6 cut inches, and squeezes my ballsac with his right hand. The man knows what he’s doing. It’s definately not his first time swallowing a cock.
“Not too fast”, I warn him. “Don’t wanna shoot too quickly”. “He stops for a second, turns his head toward mine and answers “Don’t worry buddy, this is going to take a while, and we’re certainly not going to rush it.” With that proclamation, his lips return to my dripping cock and as he moves his body closer to mine, I reach down and run my hand over his ass, resting my palm down low and inside, near his hidden treasure. My cock flexes at the same moment he tightens his glutes, and he pulls his body in closer to mine. With that, he removed any doubts I may have had. He wants it, and I hope to give him what he wants.
I always have the feeling that 1/2 Mushroom 1/2 Sausage means something 
