Keith's Pictures

By Rick Beck (Martin Miller, Joe Buck, WritersRealm, QuillsWritersRealm)

Published on Dec 9, 2002

Gay

Keith's Pictures

Chapter 3 Pizza & Beer

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He had two slices of pizza as soon as it arrived. It was a bit hot for me but he didn't seem to mind the heat. He got two more beers after that and I let my half beer sit while I worked on the cold one. I didn't hold my beer well and pissing was a big part of my evening after three or four.

The conversation stopped while we ate. He seemed starved and lingered with his third slice before going for four. I could never figure out how thin guys stayed thin when they ate the way he ate. Ben had been quite thin once but after three years he had put on fifteen or twenty pounds. It didn't look bad on him but I had watched his well defined lines slowly disappeared.

After his fourth slice, he leaned back in the chair and drained his fresh bottle of beer. He seemed comfortable and relaxed and I liked having him there with me. He was good to look at and it wasn't the beer. Keith had the kind of looks that you had to study to see. With high cheekbones and smooth skin he had a ruggedly handsome look to him. He's not the kind of guy you expect to find on the side of the road.

I could see how it would be easy for him to be with almost anyone he wanted. He wasn't what I was used to because his rough edges were so obvious but they were real and so was he. Many of the guys I'd been with were no more certain about who they were than I was and there was never a connection because I couldn't find anything to connect to.

That's not to say they didn't have the same difficulty with me. Uncertainty and pretense leads to more uncertainty, and that's hard to overcome when you're dealing with someone new. With Keith what you saw was what you got. What he said was what he meant. It was a novel approach to a relationship but cutting through the crap was as refreshing as he was.

There was no way to know how Keith got so smart about people. Maybe it was his honest curiosity and his willingness to say what was on his mind. He laid it out as it came to him and it was up to you to deal with it. The simplicity and ease with which he approached life was exactly what I needed just then. My worries slowly diminished and my comfort level rose as I nibbled pizza and sucked beer while thinking about sucking something else if I got lucky.

"Can I put on the movie," he said, holding the beer up between his legs as his fingers slipped sensually up and down on it.

"I'll get it," I said, having set the movies I thought he might like out on top of the television.

"Sit back down," he ordered. "You've worked all day and you're making my evening worthwhile. I'll take care of it if it's okay?"

I eased myself back down into my chair. He needed no assistance getting the movie going. Even before he sat back down he was lost in the lust on the tube. It was one of those movies that only had the hottest scenes from the hottest movies with the particular action you wanted. In this case rimming and right away one guy was up between another guy's legs, using his way long tongue to lick the nother guy's brown spot.

The shot broke away from the bottoms up angel and went to the face of the guy who was on the receiving end. He had a pillow clutched tightly in his fists and he chewed it with his eyes pinched closed so tightly you couldn't miss the ecstasy he was experiencing. It was no act and he was getting as much out of it as anyone I had seen on that end of a tongue probing.

The first scene was what had sold us on the film when we bought it. Ben loved both ends of this action and thought this was as good as it got on film. There were other scenes that were nearly as hot but none really captured the spirit of rimming the way this segment did with the guy on the receiving end shooting long strands of cum without anyone ever touching his dick.

I thought the guy getting rimmed was a novice on this particular kind of action and his uncontrollable discharge pretty much confirmed it for me. In my mind I pictured someone coming up to the tall fleshy fresh scrubbed boy in a mall and asked him if he wanted to make some money and get his rocks off. At first reluctant he had no idea what he was in for and then he went on to put on a performance that was deserving of an Oscar if there is a category for enthusiasm and quantity of fluid ejaculated in a single orgasm.

I glanced over at Keith who was mesmerized by the lusty contact. His beer remained up in his crotch but he no longer fondled it with the tips of his fingers as before. No, his cock stood straight up out of his zipper right beside the bottle and his fingers now were doing a sensual number on the real deal.

I thought I was ready for anything when it came to my new friend, but I was totally caught off guard by his over exposure. I'd never seen him remove it from his pants but once he did, it was hard to miss. It was full bodies and the head was cut precisely. There was one dominant vein that appeared out of his very blond pubes but instead of tailing off as it neared the crown, this vein dove down one side half way up and spent some time running along the side up under his feeling fingers. I thought I could see the vein throbbing as it pumped blood into the hardness.

He didn't seem to mind me watching or maybe didn't notice or didn't care if I did. It seemed totally consistent with what I'd already learned about him. He was without ceremony or pretense. His self admiration might get him ejected from most theaters but not mine.

Once the movie ended he leaned back and drank the rest of his beer, giving me a full view of nothing but cock.

"That was so hot. Can we watch that again later? Maybe some doggy style fucking this time. That boy shot enough cum to fill a shot glass."

"He was hot to trot. Straight or gay doggy style?" I asked.

"Do you have straight films with that action. If you don't mind. That'll really get me going."

"Oh, yes!"

"What title?" He asked, standing up to check my cabinet.

"From Behind. It's on the bottom shelf. Blue jacket."

"Oh, you know exactly where it is, huh?" He asked with a smile.

He stayed fully erect and neither made an attempt to hide it or show it off any more than the activity required. It was just there, extending out of his zipper, an accessory he came with and could not or would not hide.

Soon "From Behind" was unwinding in front of us. His fingers became much more active after he brought each of us another beer. I mostly looked at his cock as he moved it back and forth around the room. He smiled and didn't seem to mind my curiosity.

As the movie unfolded Keith stimulated himself at different speeds. He seemed to go with the pace the top man set, becoming more animated as the male picked up speed and quelling his fervor when it was going slow and easy. A couple of times his lips parted as he breathed heavy and held himself just below the gland and didn't move in a way that suggested he was ever so close to losing his load. After a few minutes of inactivity he'd start pumping on it again.

After a while I noticed the clear liquid appearing at the tip as the head filled fuller and the crown became even more defined. The liquid dribbled onto the flailing fingers and caused them and the tip to shine. I had been leaking myself and enjoyed the sight of him masturbating himself.

"You don't jack off to these?"

"When I'm alone," I said, as his hand kept busy.

"You like watching me jack off?"

"Quite a lot. You do get into it."

"How can you not. It feels wickedly delicious. I used to jack off for my girl. The one I was with eight months. She'd never seen a guy do it to himself before. She thought she had to be involved before I shot off."

"You let her watch?"

"Yeah, she'd get so hot for it. Made screwing great."

"With guys?"

"Oh, God! I can do this all night, you know. Get it right there and let up, do it again and again, maybe get off once or twice, but usually not unless I've gone without for awhile. Then, once I do that, you know, get it right on the edge and back away a few times, a guys lips blows it off so fast it's unreal. I mean all they got to do is slip their lips over the top and I'm going off, dude. I mean it's the most incredible cum shot when you do it that way. A chick, I can do like that, climb on board and screw all night without ever pumping up a load. That's just the way my body works. Something about a guy's lips that get me there fast."

His hand picked up speed as he talked. He leaned his head back against the chair and looked at me as he stroked himself and more clear liquid dripped off the tip. His eyes closed and he shoved his free hand up under his shirt.

I was throbbing in my pants but I didn't want to jump him yet. With most guys we'd have been done a couple of times and I'd have been dead to the world by this time. With Keith it got more intense as we went along. The air in the room was thick with expectation from both of us.

"You know what? You got anything sweet to eat? Ice Cream?"

"Yeah, Ice Cream."

"There's some vanilla out there if that's okay."

"Yeah, something sweet and cold. It'll cool me done for a little while."

I dished him up a bowl and took it back to him as he worked on the third movie. He ate some while he watched intently as two guys took a girl and then each other. When the one guy went down on the other one, he stopped eating and stared at the tender loving care the one gave the other.

"Strawberry topping?" He asked, catching me off guard.

When I brought back the topping he sat with the bowl of ice cream down between his legs. His dick rested in it and the tip had become covered in icy vanilla ice cream as he watched the blowjob. He took the topping from me and poured it into the mix, partially on his dick and partially on the ice cream. I stood there amazed that he spooned some of the mix into his mouth, handing me back the topping once he had enough.

"I'm stuffed," he said, leaning back in the chair. "Would you like the rest."

We both looked into the bowl at the mixture. He looked up at me with a telltale smile on his lips.

"Did I mention I'm messy. I guess you'll have to clean me up a little if you don't want me to get it on your chair."

As I kneeled in front of him he spooned ice cream from the bowl and into my mouth. The strawberry topping burst with flavor and cooled me off ever so slightly. He replaced the spoon and indicated for me to move the bowl. As I slipped it out of the way, I moved my mouth over the coated cock, first licking and then sucking all the ice cream off his flesh.

I felt him tensing under me as he raised his hips and made a squeaking sounded like a balloon with the air slowly escaping. I could feel him throbbing from the instant my mouth touched his tender flesh. The head swelled and I could taste the clear liquid still oozing from him. It was starting to thicken as he grabbed the back of my head so I didn't get any idea about spitting him out. There were no such ideas as the cool skin that was under the ice cream turned hot.

The rich spunky cream exploded onto the back of my mouth with him giving me a loud moan, followed by more of the same as he pulled me further down on him, stretching my jaws as far as they would go. Trying to keep my teeth out of his flesh was more my concern than his, and his body twitched and bucked as more liquid shot against the back of my mouth and I ate more of his dick with each discharge.

"Oh, man! I love ice cream," he said, panting and letting go of my head after I cleaned him up. "That was great. How about some anal and then that rimming tape again. Just that first dude."

I rather liked ice cream myself. I'd just never had it on that type of cone before. Keith knew what he liked and he wasn't afraid to ask for it. I reluctantly left him alone to put on another tape.


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