PIZZA BOY: HE DELIVERS
by Tanda2000@compuserve.com
copyright by: Tanda 3/2001
Friday night. I had no plans. I had just gotten back from the gym and was planning on spending a quiet night at home alone. By choice. I could go out but, naw, didn't interest me. Didn't feel like calling up any friends, just needed some alone time. I could have worked out at home because I have a weight room upstairs, but decided to go to the gym after work and use some of their machines that I didn't have. Needed a more vigorous workout tonight.
I came in and tossed my bag on the table and checked the machine for messages. There were a couple but nothing that interested me. I finally had the house to myself for the weekend. I was going to make the best of it. But what's a 30 something year old man doing home alone on a Friday night? Who the fuck cares? I just wanted to take a hot shower and maybe watch a movie or something. My body was sore and tired both from work and the strenuous work out I had just put it through.
I went into the bathroom and started the shower. I stripped off my sweats and stood looking at myself in the full length mirror. "Not bad, not bad", I said aloud as I stroked my smooth bulging pecs and let my hand wander down to my sore abs. Not bad for a man of my age. I grinned at the reflection in the mirror. Stud.
I'm 6 foot and about 195 pounds and pride myself in keeping my body toned like a fine tuned instrument. I always felt there wasn't any reason to let yourself go, even if you were over 30! So I went to the gym about once a week and worked out at home almost on a daily basis in my upstairs weight room. I'm not a muscle freak, but I like to keep in shape.
I stepped into the shower and let the hot spray hit my tense muscles and soaped up. Thinking of my plans for the night, I decided on a couple of beers and just kick it around the house. No kids home tonight, the wife is gone and it's just me. Cool. It felt good to be a bachelor again for just a night. Hell, I could even burp out loud if I wanted to and didn't even have to get dressed! This was gonna be my night.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off my smooth, hard body. I had a little hair on my legs and in all the right places in the groin area, but pretty much was smooth all over except for the hair on my legs. This was a plus for a body builder. They always have to shave but nature had smiled down on me. I was just too cool. And, I was also too full of myself, I thought sardonically.
I pulled a pair of my white jockey shorts on, opting for a tight fit instead of my boxers tonight. I felt daring. I liked the way my soft cock looked like a snake nestled inside the white fabric. What the hell? I'll be home alone.
I padded into the kitchen naked except for my jockeys and looked in the fridge. Hmmm, nothing, dammit. I ran a hand through my light brown wet hair and saw the Pizza Delivery phone number stuck on the front of the fridge door over a painful looking drawing that one of the kids had done. I took the card off of the fridge and walked into the den, picking up the phone.
I stood there in my shorts and looking outside, thought I had better close the blinds before my neighbors got a good look at me running around like this and flipped out. They always reminded me of the neighbors from that old T.V. sitcom, Bewitched.
I dialed the number on the card. A nice young lady answered the phone and I placed my order. I ordered a big 'ol pizza. What the hell? I could eat the rest for breakfast. She said it would be about an hour.
I went back to the fridge and pulled out a six pack of Bud. In the bottle. I don't like the way the beer taste in the can. I twisted one open and as I walked into the living room, I put the bottle to my lips and drank deeply. Mmm, it was cold and refreshing and I felt the familiar burning sensation as it went down my throat.
I sat the six pack on the coffee table, good thing I was alone, I'd get yelled at for that one! I plopped down on the sofa and picked up the remote. Putting my bare feet up on the table, I started flipping through the channels as I downed the beer. Damn, my feet were cold. I ran upstairs real quick and got a pair of my white tube socks. I got an old pair that fit lose and sloppy. This was guys night. Then I went back and put them on while putting the remote on Search. Hmmm, nothing of interest on.
Wait. There was the History channel. That looked kind of interesting for now. I might have to dig through my videos later to see what I could find, but for now, this would do. I kicked my sock clad feet back up on the table and capped another brew. I drank deeply while watching some shit about Hitler and that crazy woman he was with. Ahhhh, this was the life.
My hair was dry now and I leaned my head back on the couch and watched T.V. The evening was going to be perfect. Now all I needed was my damned pizza. I checked my watch. Another thirty minutes at best. I downed my beer and capped another one. I ran the cold bottle up my muscled thigh and started feeling the corded muscles. Damn, I was doing good. My thighs were well muscled without being obscenely large and well defined. I let my hand go to my flat stomach and, just for shits and giggles, pounded my fist into the hard, ribbed flesh. Ompf! Yeah, that was a washboard. I did enough crunches and sit ups, it damn well better be! My hand wandered down the trail of brown fuzz starting at my navel to the waistband of my shorts. I let my hand slip underneath the waistband and my fingertips ran right into my dormant manhood. I wrapped my fist around the limp member and squeezed. Nothing. But, that was okay. Couldn't do nothing about it anyway.
I pulled my hand out and finished my second beer and capped another one. Oh yeah, I was gonna have fun tonight. No reason not to. As the beer warmed my belly, I let my hand glide over the outline of my dick in my tight white shorts. Remembering a game from my youth, I stuck my tongue in the opening of the bottle neck and begin tonguing it like I was rimming it. Hmmm, interesting. My dick started to grow under my hand. I rubbed it even more and then wrapped my lips around the neck of the bottle. Without thinking, I started sliding the bottle in and out of my mouth. That was a familiar feeling, but didn't think about it. Pretty soon, I was rubbing my hard 9 inch cock through the thin fabric and sucking on the bottle like it was a......well, I don't know. It just all felt pretty damned good.
I pulled my shorts down around my full balls and begin making my cock throb on my flat belly. Still, with the bottle in my mouth, sucking on it like a baby nursing. My big mushroomed head ballooned up against my flat stomach. I took the hard shaft in my hand and squeezed it. I was pleased to see a shiny drop of precum glisten on the head. I grinned to myself and snapped the elastic waistband back up over my hard cock. The head stubbornly stayed outside of my shorts and I had to laugh at myself. I tucked the defiant little head back into the confines of my shorts and polished off the rest of the bottle.
I capped another one. I flipped through the channels some more. Man, I was getting bored. Where the fuck was that pizza? Flipping. Still flipping. Oh, here's something. Took another swallow of my Bud and tuned into some crazy ass sitcom. I figured I'd just stay on this until my pizza got here and then I'd plug in a movie and gorge myself.
Finally. The door bell rang. I looked up at the clock. "Christ," I muttered to myself. "It's been over an hour and a half. There goes this guy's tip."
I went to the door in my underwear and socks, beer in hand. There stood a skinny kid holding my pizza.
"You ordered a pizza, Sir?"
"Yeah, it's about time!"
"Sorry, Sir. I had a flat on the way."
I looked at the skinny kid. Being a weightlifter, you always looked at other guys and sized them up. He had short blond hair, a hoop earring in his ear and, hell, he even had a smudge of grease on the side of his face! He stood about 5'6" and I guessed that he weighed about 150 pounds. Not much but he looked young and had time to grow. My mind processed all this in a matter of seconds as he stood there looking at me apologetically.
"How much do I owe you, kid?"
Balancing the pizza in one hand, he looked at some sort of log book and said, "Uh, that comes to $19.95." Then he added, "Please."
I grunted. "Well, that wipes out a twenty, doesn't it?"
He smiled. "Yes Sir."
"Hold on, man. I need to get some cash." I turned to leave and had a second thought. "Better yet, come on in and wait. I'll be right back."
"Yes sir." He stepped inside the door way and looked around cautiously.
I left him standing in the entry way holding the pizza as I ran upstairs to get my wallet. I yelled down the stairs, "You can just sit it on the coffee table!"
He called back, "Yes Sir."
I thought about pulling a twenty out of my wallet and then decided just to bring the whole damn thing down so I could figure out a tip. Shit, it wasn't his fault he had a flat.
I came back downstairs and he was standing in the middle of the living room in this ridiculous pizza outfit. He was wearing a red and white striped t-shirt of some kind and a pair of baggy white cotton pants. I noticed a swipe of black grease on his pants up by his thigh and saw that both of his knees were dirty from, what I supposed was dirt from changing the tire.
I suspected the baggy pants were his own choice. The fashion statement of the younger generation. But, I did have to admit, it always made you wonder what was underneath. Thank God the girls weren't doing it! However, the skin tight red and white striped t-shirt was definitely company issue and did show off a slim torso and the beginnings of what I might consider a chest someday. Man, I was critical.
I stood in my jockey shorts and white socks rummaging through my wallet as he patiently waited. I could feel myself weaving a little. Hell! I'd already had 5 beers, for crying out loud. I finally found a twenty and a five and handed it to him. When I looked up, I saw him eyeing my beer with longing.
When I handed him the cash, I said, "Here's twenty and five for you," I glanced up at his shirt and saw the name tag that said, "Anthony." I added, "Tony, huh?"
He took the money and said, "Thank you, Sir. Thank you very much. No, it's Anthony. Tony is just too ordinary."
I looked up at the boy. "Oh, great, a little attitude, huh?", I thought to myself. However, out loud I said, "Oh, sorry. Anthony it is. I've had a few beers, so sorry."
He looked over at the beers. "Yeah, I can see."
He grinned. Nice looking boy. Friendly face, polite. Rare these days.
"So, you got some hot plans for this big Friday night?", I asked.
"Not really, no Sir. It's been a long day at work. Friday nights are always our busiest."
"Hmm, bummer, man", I answered in mock sympathy. Then I added, "I'm just kickin' it tonight. No wife, no kids, just hangin' out."
"Sounds like fun, Sir."
I looked at him as he was stuffing the money in his baggy pants pockets and heading for the door. I don't know where it came from or why, but suddenly, I said, "Hey, Anthony. If you want, you can come by here after your last stop and have a beer with me. You are over 21, I hope."
He hesitated.
"This is my last stop, Sir. And I just turned 21 two days ago."
I was feeling the booze. "Well, Happy fuckin' Birthday!", I exclaimed. "How about a beer to celebrate?" I clapped him soundly on the back. A manly man's pat.
He looked over at the beer.
"Well, uh......sure, I guess. If you don't mind. I could have one before I hit the road."
I was feeling very friendly. "Hell! Have two, three, four, who cares? No one's gonna be home here all weekend! You're more than welcome to join me. It's gonna be just us guys night here at the homestead."
He grinned sheepishly. "Sounds good, Sir. But I won't stay long. It looks like you're about ready for bed. I don't want to keep you up." He was looking at my shorts.
I looked down. "Oh, these. Hell no! I'm just being casual, man. And quit calling me sir! The name's Mike. Come on have a brew." I went to the coffee table and tossed a bottle of Bud at him.
He caught it skillfully and twisted the cap without effort. I watched as he put the bottle up to his lips and drank deeply. For a split second, I recalled the bottle going in and out of my mouth earlier when I was alone. I wondered what he would think about that. Oh, the freaky things we do when we're alone. If only these walls could talk.
He downed over half of the beer and I stared in awe, watching his adams apple going up and down over the smooth, taut skin of his hairless neck. I was feeling good and there was this excitement that I didn't recognize or acknowledged that was lying underneath it all. Just waiting there like a spider. But, hell, I was just high from the beer.
PART II
It's funny but when you've been drinking or when you're drunk, you want everybody else to be as high as you. Maybe it's the "misery loves company" concept or just wanting to share the joy. Who knows? But I was busy pushing beers down the kid. I had gone in and gotten another six pack and we both sat there getting comfortably blitzed. I had long ago handed the remote to him and told him to find something. We finally ended up on a football game and sat there and did some small talk while we kinda sorta watched the game.
Anthony was in college. He had a girl. Well, as he explained it, off and on. He liked sports. Nothing unusual for a man his age. He seemed like a good kid. I got to stop calling him kid. He was a grown man and conducted himself as such. It's just that he was so much smaller than me, he seemed like a kid. But, you know what they say. Dynamite comes in small packages.
I had him sitting on the couch next to me and, after awhile he began to get more comfortable sitting next to a man who was just wearing his jockey shorts. At first, it seemed to really bother him, but after a couple of beers, he was cool with it. Me, I was getting looped.
As we sat there bullshitting, out of the clear blue sky, he said, "I feel grody, man." I looked over at him. He was just staring stupidly at the T.V. screen.
"Whadda ya mean, Anthony?
I seemed to have startled him out of the twilight zone.
He looked at me, then down at his pants.
"Oh, it just hit me, Mike, that I'm sitting here in these dirty clothes on your couch. I hope I don't get your place dirty. And, I feel like I reek of pizza!"
"Naw, you're okay, man.", I said and took yet another swallow of beer.
"Cool," was all he said and went back to the twilight zone.
Then, again he hit me out of the blue, "You work out, doncha', Mike?"
"Yeah," I said proudly and ran my hand over my chest.
I noticed that he noticed. "Yeah, I can tell."
"You?"
"What?"
"You work out?", I clarified.
"Sometimes. When I can. Don't always have the time with school and work."
He took a swallow of beer. Through blurred eyes, I watched the neck of the bottle go to his lips. Nice lips, I thought. Damn, there was that image of me necking that bottle earlier. He continued, "I'd like to get bigger like you, but, hell, I don't ever have time."
"You gotta make the time, man. You gotta commit."
"Yeah, I know. But it costs money and I'm trying to save all I can to get through school."
"Bummer, man." I nodded sympathetically.
"That's why I'm glad I got my own weight room."
"You got your own weight room?" His eyes lit up. "Cool."
"Yeah, you wanna see it?"
"Sure," he replied.
"Well, come on, man. Check it out."
I took him upstairs past my bedroom and into the weight room. "Wow, this is way cool." He took in the weight set, the sit up mat and the posters I had up on the walls of muscled up guys with jocks on. I saw his look of consternation.
"For motivation, man," I said.
"Oh, cool."
He picked up a dumbbell that I had loaded with 60 pound weights. He started doing some curls. I was impressed at how easily he was doing them. My earlier estimation of his physical abilities were apparently incorrect. I watched his bicep pump right up. "Man, you do got some guns on you," I commented.
He blushed. "Naw, nothing like you, Dude."
I walked up to him, still in my jockey shorts and socks and felt his bicep as he curled. "Nice," I said. "Keep at it, man and you'll have something there."
He kept curling. I felt weird but strangely excited. It was cool having another man around. This was the first time I had had another male in my sacred weight room. He switched arms and started curling again. He was huffing a little and his chest was heaving up and down under his tight t-shirt.
"You ought to take that t-shirt off, man. Muscles don't like to be restricted."
Without a word, he put the weight down on the floor and pulled his t-shirt off of his head, making his blond hair stand straight up. It must have been the gel.
I was immediately impressed by his upper torso. "Damn, Dude," I exclaimed. "You got it goin' on!"
He blushed, but kept curling.
His upper torso was slim but well defined and with a little bit of work, he could be really buffed. His skin had the blond tawny look to it and he had big nipples sitting on top of pecs that promised they could be really big with a little commitment. His waist was trim and his baggy pants hung tenaciously around his hip bones, revealing a pair of boxers underneath.
I watched him for a few minutes and then said, "But, Anthony. I gotta tell ya. You smell like a fuckin' pepperoni pizza!" And then I busted up laughing and so did he.
"Yeah, I know I stink."
"Wanna take a shower?"
"Naw, that's okay, man. I should be heading home pretty soon."
"No way, man. Come on, take a shower and maybe we can get a work out in or just kick it and watch a movie."
I could see him mulling this over in his head.
I continued my persuasion. "Come on, man. It's just gonna be here alone all night tonight. You're more than welcome. Love to have you."
Why was my dick tingling?
He stopped curling and looked me in the eye. "You sure, man? It won't be a hassle?"
"No way, man. It's cool. For reals."
"Well, then sure. I don't have anything goin' on tonight."
"Cool. Come on and I'll get you set up."
I led him into the bathroom and showed him how to work the shower and handed him a towel. "Knock yourself out, man."
He readily started to drop his baggy pants down around his ankles and stood there in front of me with his boxers on. Nice body, I thought. But like most blonds, didn't have a hair on him.
"I'll be downstairs when you're finished, man," I called out over the shower.
"'K," he answered from behind the shower curtain.
While he was showering, I started going through my video tapes. Couldn't find one I wanted to watch and decided that we were gonna work out anyway, so it didn't matter. I ran across an old skin flick that I hadn't seen in quite awhile and thought I'd plug it in while I waited for Anthony to finish his shower.
As I sat there watching the old flick, I kicked my socks up on the table and relaxed. I had forgotten about this video and as I drank yet another beer, I became very absorbed in it. My cock started to swell in my tight shorts and didn't think too much about it. Or Anthony for that matter. Until I suddenly felt a looming presence over me.
I looked up. Anthony was standing there in a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Hey, Pizza Boy," I teased.
"Hey yourself," he jibed back.
Then he looked over at the tube. "Wow," he said. "Whatcha' watchin'?"
"I was diggin' around through my videos and found this old porno. Hey! Check this part out!" It was a bit I remembered and thought he would get a kick out of it.
Without taking his eyes from the screen, he sat down next to me in his wet towel. We were both mesmerized by the activity on the screen.
Anthony uttered a quiet, "Damn."
"Yeah, that's something, huh? Here, have another beer, man."
I handed him a beer, both of us not taking our eyes from the screen. He reached out and took the bottle from me and we both simultaneously leaned back in the couch. I suddenly realized that I had a hardon in my shorts and there was no hiding it. And I didn't really care. Anthony noticed it too. I saw him look over at my bulging cock from the corner of his eye. Nothing was said. You know how guys are.
We kept watching the video and I absently started rubbing the outline of my hard 9 inch cock through my shorts. I looked over at him and saw a big bulge under his towel. He had his beer bottle sitting on his thigh, obviously attempting to obstruct my view. But there was no denying the fact that we were both hard.
I laughed. "Damn, I didn't realize how fucking horny I am,"
For the first time, he looked over and acknowledged my hard cock that I had been playing with. "Jesus," he said, "I guess. Look at that fucker!" He laughed, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"I don't know what the fuck you're laughing at, Pizza Boy!, I teased. "Looks like you got the same problem under that towel!"
He turned red and defended himself, "Wha...? I don't know what the hell you're talkin' about?"
"Oh yeah?", I challenged. "Then what the hell is this!" I reached over and yanked his towel open and his hard cock sprang up in his lap. He tried to cover it up with his hands and moving his leg up, but I tackled him right there on the couch and he dropped his beer trying to ward me off. We started laughing and wrestling until his towel was lying on the floor. I had him pinned in a sitting position with his back against the couch. I was straddling him in my shorts and my hard cock was pressed against his smooth chest. We were both breathing heavily and his cock waved in the air between my legs. There was an awkward moment there and I reluctantly retreated back to my place on the couch next to him.
We sat next to each other breathing heavily while the movie continued to play. I got a good chance to look him over. Like I said, he was blond and he didn't have any hair on him except for the blond pubes around that hard cock that was proudly standing up between his legs. It must have been a good 7 inches but what got my attention was his legs. They were smooth like a girl's even though they were definitely muscled. My cock throbbed in my shorts.
I lifted my hips up and pulled my shorts down. He looked over at me in surprise. "If you're gonna sit there buck naked, I guess I might as well join you," I said
My big hard 9 inch cock slapped against my hard belly. He just stared at it.
"Man, that thing is fucking enormous," he said in awe.
I grabbed it in my fist and held it up, showing it off.
"Yeah, it does the job, man."
I stroked it a couple of times while he watched. He found his own hard cock and stroked his while his eyes were glued to my big dick.
Amazing what a few beers will do.
We were sitting so close to each other on the couch that my thigh was brushing against that silky smooth thigh of his. We both sat there silently stroking our hard cocks, not thinking about what we were doing, just doing it. I was staring at the T.V. screen and he was staring at my cock. I put my hand on that smooth thigh.
"Wanna touch it, man?"
"Uh, naw," he stammered but the pace on his cock quickened.
"Aw, come on, man. It hasn't seen any attention for a long time."
He licked his lips. "How big is that thing?", he asked.
"Hmmm, I dunno", I responded. "Feel it."
Without another word, he took his left and put it around my throbbing cock. His right hand stayed on his cock. He squeezed my cock and said, "Damn, that's some tool. Don't you ever hurt anyone with that thing?" He laughed nervously.
"It's not that big, man," I replied. "You're no joke either."
"Yeah, but nothing like that," he said.
He let go of my dick and it flopped back down on my belly. I wasn't ready for this to end like this.
"Come on, Pizza Boy. Jerk me off, man. I'll do you."
"No way, man. I'm not like that."
"Well, neither am I, man," I countered. "But, hell. We're just two Dudes here alone with hard dicks. What the fuck?"
Not waiting for his answer, I reached over to his lap and pushed his hand out of the way. I wrapped my fist around his hard throbbing dick and started squeezing it and stroking it a little. He leaned his head back against the couch.
He closed his eyes and said, "Ahhhhhhh....."
As I stroked his young, hard cock, I let my fingertips graze against his balls and he spread his smooth legs wider. I was encouraged. Taking my other hand, I pulled his hand from his side and guided it to my waiting cock. Instinct took over and he wrapped his fist around it and started to match my rhythm as I stroked his cock.
It wasn't long before he had precum oozing out of his dick and I smeared it around the bulging head. He opened his eyes and looked down at his dick and then looked over at mine. He watched my cock in fascination as he worked it up and down, squeezing the shaft, causing the head to balloon up. He was completely entranced by it.
I could tell he was getting close to cumming and I didn't want that to happen yet so I released his dick and let it fall on his smooth thigh. However, he didn't let go of mine for one second. He kept stroking it and squeezing it, staring at it the entire time.
I let my hand trail softly over his smooth thigh and was wondering what they would feel like wrapped around my waist if I was to fuck him like a girl. Problem was, I didn't think that was a possibility. BUT...... I did see the look in his eyes and I watched his face as he stroked me. He had nice full lips and I suddenly recalled how they had looked wrapped around that bottle neck. That gave me an idea.
I let my hand wander up and down his thigh as he stroked me and then my hand sort of made it's way up his hip to his waist and then up to his chest and then his neck. He was too involved to realize what my hand was doing as it finally reached it's destiny, the back of his head.
I toyed with the nape of his neck and rubbed his shoulders as he continued stroking my dick as if he was in a hypnotic trance. Ever so slightly, I applied pressure to the back of his neck and, without him realizing it, he was beginning to lean forward. This Pizza Boy was gonna suck some dick, I was thinking.
The movie was long forgotten by now and he kept jacking himself off as he worked on my piece of man meat, his head getting closer and closer to my cock.
It wasn't long before his head was only inches from my big dick. He was almost lying down on the couch by this time and I was counting on feeling those hot wet lips around my hard dick. He was still jacking his dick and he was hot and had one too many beers. When I felt he was close enough not to back out, I whispered, "Suck it, Pizza Boy. Just lick it."
He laid there with his hot mouth inches from my hard dick and just stared at it.
"Come on, man. You know you want to," I coaxed.
"I don't suck dick, man."
"Man," I said. "Don't do this to me. You got me so close, man. At least just lick it."
Without another word, all my coaxing paid off. I watched as he parted those sweet lips and stuck out that hot pink tongue. When his virgin tongue made contact with the head of my engorged cock, it was like an electrical shock. For both of us.
He jumped and my cock jumped.
He licked his lips. Looked at it and then licked it again. I moaned. This seemed to please him. He licked it again.
"Ah, yeah, man. That feels hot."
He licked it again. And then he opened his mouth up and wrapped his lips around it and just held it in his mouth. My cock throbbed like crazy inside of his hot straight mouth. He must have liked that too because he started a sucking like he was a nursing infant. Damn, it felt so good. He milked my hard dick with his mouth and his fist squeezed it at the base driving me insane.
To my surprise and pleasure, he did some sort of weird thing with his tongue that about drove me out of my skin. He licked the underside of the big mushroomed head while still keeping it snugly in his hot mouth. I was in heaven.
"Yeah, suck it good, Pizza Boy," I groaned.
He did. He started sucking me like a pro and pretty soon he was taking more and more of my hard length down his throat while he jacked himself off. The boy was a natural born cock sucker and he was damned good at it too!
I was getting really hot and I knew it wouldn't be long now. I carefully started sliding more of my hard shaft into his hot mouth, careful not to choke him. He let me. Then I held the back of his head and slowly started to fuck that hot Pizza Boy face. He held still and let my cock dominate his virgin mouth. I was getting hotter and hotter. I started going faster and faster. My thrusts were going deeper into his mouth and he just kept on sucking like a cock hungry slut.
Soon, all too soon, I felt the heat come up from my loins and I moaned loudly. I cried, "I'm gonna shoot, man, I'm gonna shoot." I had wanted to give him fair warning s he could pull off before I shot in his mouth.
But he held onto my pulsating cock and rode it with his mouth as I shot my hot seed in his mouth. He sucked me dry as I dumped spurt after spurt into his cock sucking mouth. While I was busy filling his mouth with my hot white cum, he started to moan around my dick and he began filling his hand with his own seed.
He whimpered with pleasure as he shot and held my dick in his mouth as the last drops of cum were milked from his shaft and sucked from mine. Finally, he released my spent cock and it rested gently on my thigh.
He sat up and leaned back against the couch, breathing heavily.
"Mmmmm, man," I said softly. "That was fucking hot."
He added, "Yeah, that was pretty cool."
We both sat there breathing heavily in the aftermath of our orgasms.
Breaking the silence, I asked, "You still wanna work out?
He grinned. "Hell yeah!"
"Well, let's do it. Get your ass upstairs and I'll show you how to really work out!"
He jumped up, butt naked from the couch and I followed him upstairs to the weight room. I watched his small hairless ass climb the stairs and I felt myself coming to life again. "Damn," I thought to myself. "That looks hot. Wonder what it would feel like to fuck something that smooth and hot?"
Then I remembered that, hey! My bedroom is right on the way to the weight room. He might not ever make it to the weight room. At least not tonight. I gave my hardening dick a tug and continued to follow my Pizza Boy up the stairs.