An Icy Treat

I was sitting at the bar one Saturday evening drinking my beer and hoping to get lucky. Even though my looks are said to be pleasing to the eye, finding an interesting fuck can sometimes be tedious. At around eleven p.m., as I was getting a sinking feeling, a tall and thin guy sat on the barstool next to me. He wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but not too bad. He was one of those, ‘one a.m.’ people.

If you are confused, let me explain: A friend and I had code for club or bar pick-ups. If you went home with someone at ten p.m., they were generally fucking hot. Eleven meant that they were hot. At midnight, the twelve indicated that they were not too bad. At one a.m., the guys were so-so. At two a.m., they were under par, and so on, I’m sure you get the picture. In case think that I’m superficial, let me say in mitigation, as we all know, looks and sexual prowess don’t always go together. 

After ordering a drink, the guy introduced himself. “Hi, I’m, DF,” he said.

“Hi, names, Tully,” I answered.

“Nice to meet you,” he countered.

“Likewise,” I replied, before asking, “Is DF a hyphenated name?”

“No, is just a nickname I got at school,” he responded.

“So, what does it stand for?” I asked.

“Well, I will give you a clue, and then you can guess,” he replied. After extending his left leg, I looked down at the largest men’s boot that I had ever seen on a man’s foot. “This represents the second letter of my nickname.”

“Foot…?” I bewilderedly inquired.

 “Ten out of ten,” he replied, smiling.

“And the D,” I queried with raised eyebrows.

He pointed his finger to his zipper, asking, “What’s another word for cock that starts with D?”

“Dick,” I responded, laughing. “Are you serious…? DF stands for, Dick-Foot?”

“Sure, I have large feet and a huge cock. The guys at school couldn’t very well call me Dick-Foot, so that’s how ‘DF’ originated. Of course, I don’t generally tell people what DF stands for. In polite company, I say it means ‘Dumb-Freak,’ and in slightly less refined company, ‘Dumb-Fuck.’”

Almost convulsing, I did my best to respond. “Please forgive me… I’m sorry, mmm, well, now I’ve heard it all.” Finally restraining myself, I asked, “Is there anything more I should know about you?”

“Yeah, I also have the biggest balls you have ever seen and a total cum fetish,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“Huh,” was all I could manage, totally gobsmacked.

“Of course, if you want to see it, all you’ll have to do is come home with me,” he concluded, with feigned solemnity.

“Does this pick-up routine of yours ever work?” I retorted, still tittering.

“Sometimes,” DF replied, before challenging me, “Let’s have another drink or two, and then you can see for yourself. I live just around the corner.”

I did not commit either way initially, and two drinks later, I was amazed to find that DF had upgraded from a one a.m. to an eleven p.m. person. As we finished drinking our second beer, he asked, “So, do we have a deal?”

“Sure, why the hell not,” I answered.

‘DF’ owned an incredible apartment very close to the bar. It wasn’t very impressive from the outside having, formerly been a small warehouse building that he had converted into a dwelling. Inside, however, it was magnificent. DF was clearly into Japanese décor, and the entire apartment was open-plan. The place was modern, chic, and minimalist. All the large artworks were monochromatic and stylish.

After grabbing a beer, I got given the grand tour. I won’t bore you with all the details but to mention two aspects of the place that blew me away. DF’s huge bed was on a raised platform, and when needed, could be surrounded by beautiful fold-out screens. The bathroom, was essentially a wet room, was encased by frosted glass. The bathroom floor was covered in a rubberized material and upon centre of the room. There was a built-in ottoman seat, two-foot-high and four by three feet in length and breadth, also covered in the similar, but thinner material as the floor.

Having finished our drinks, we finally moved towards the bed. DF immediately began stripping, and I followed suit. Once naked, I saw that he had not been joking. He stood before me with a shit-faced grin as if declaring, ‘I told you so.’ His tackle was extremely impressive!

After getting on the bed, we lay side by side before he began kissing me. It was gentle at first but soon began escalating in intensity.

“I hope you are versatile?” he inquired, after a while.

“Totally,” I replied.

“Great, can I go first?” he asked rhetorically, before continuing, “You had better lie on your stomach initially,” which I did, following his suggestion.

As his dong began entering my man-cunt the displacement was incredible. As his uncut sausage completed its descent, I could feel his heavy nuts resting against my perineum and balls. As his thrusting began, my conquered manhole kept expanding to a level never before experienced. The satisfaction I was feeling was beyond my wildest dreams. Once DF’s pounding started, his huge nut-sac began swaying like a fat fleshy pendulum as it slapped against me rhythmically.

He kept altering his pace, ever enhancing my ecstasy. DF spent the entire session with his torso lifted on extended arms. When he was about to cum, he pulled out of me and unloaded into a small cup which he retrieved from his bedside table.

“Why are you doing that?” I asked.

“I’ll show you later,” he replied, before lying next to me on his back and lifting his legs. “Your turn,” he proclaimed excitedly. I went straight to work and was shortly thumping my cock into him. I lowered my body, but before we commenced kissing, he said, “Don’t forget, you must also cum in the cup.”

With our bodies locked in a clamp of passion, I rode his hole with all I had. As our conjoined lips tussled, we wrestled and groaned excitedly. After several minutes of fucking, I lifted and pulled out of him. When the cup was handed to me, I was amazed by the amount of jizz it already contained. Being no slouch in the jizz department, I was soon adding my fair share.

Afterward, on our way to the kitchen with me somewhat confused, DF retrieved two beers from the refrigerator. When DF opened the chest freezer compartment located above, I saw a tray containing a dozen upright Tupperware ice lolly containers. He pulled one of the vessels from the tray and closed the freezer. The lolly container was about six inches long and five inches in circumference.

After popping the lid, he poured our combined love juice into the container before closing the lid and replacing it in the freezer.

“Are you making cum ice lollies?” I asked.

“Sure… and about eight of them are already full,” he answered, with a smile.

“Why? I enquired.

“Don’t be impatient, it will all get revealed,” he answered, with a salacious grin.

We relaxed, chatting, and enjoying our beers. After twenty minutes or so, after collecting two lollies from the freezer he announced that should head for the bathroom. Next, he popped the lids off both lollies and pushed them out of their sleeves. DF then asked me to lie back on the ottoman with my legs in the air. As I did so, he inserted one of the lollies into my backside. It was a weird sensation but felt extremely pleasant. DF then pushed the second lolly into his arse.

“Almost time for an icy treat,” he announced, with a horny smile.

DF then got on top of me in the sixty-nine position. Then, after pulling my legs back and anchoring them under his arms, he began licking and prodding his tongue into my hole. I lifted my head and also placed my arms around his thighs. As I licked DF’s butthole, the lolly began to emerge. We both began suctioning and pushing the lollies in and out one another’s backsides, feasting on the thawing residue. Soon we were lapping, licking, sucking, and savouring the glorious taste of spunk. After a few minutes, DF told me to retain his fast diminishing lolly in my mouth.

Getting up and turning around his body, DF lifted my legs and began inserting his knob into me. Once all in, he lowered himself onto me and started sharing my lolly with me. As we kissed, the lolly slithered between our mouths, rapidly disintegrating. Being on my back was slightly more stressful than the former position I had been fucked in, as I got to feel just how large DF’s knob was. Thankfully, the disintegrating lolly in my arse helped lubricate me. My hole was also being humped and thumped with far more gusto than before. The sloshing sounds were remarkable.    

DF once again lifted off me and announced that it was time for some hot refreshment as we returned to the sixty-nine position. Unfortunately, his dick was too large, and I only managed half of it in my mouth and down my throat. With his massive balls completely obscuring my vision, he finally shot a massively hot load in my mouth. Not far behind, I was able to nourish him a minute later.

After returning to the kitchen, we enjoyed another beer. As we sat chatting, I asked, “What’s your real name?”

“Dustin Franklin,” he replied with a naughty grin.

“Dustin Franklin, DF… so what was the other story all about?” I asked with a giggle.

“Just a load of bull, but very entertaining… don’t you think?” he replied, as we both had a good laugh.