Pizza Delivery

Previously:

“Thanks for the pizza,” Mr. Roberts winked.

 “Anything for a BIG Tipper like you,” I smirked back.

Mr. Roberts smirked as we both walked to the door. He let me out and I stumbled to pull out the keys for the truck. I jumped in and threw the keys into the ignition. It was just my luck the truck wouldn’t turn over. I tried a couple more times, but no luck. The battery truck was not moving that night. I couldn’t call my parents, they were out of town, and my manager has been know to turn off his cell when he’s not working to avoid calls. I was stuck walking home.
I looked back at the house to see Mr. Roberts standing in the lit entryway. He saw I was in trouble and waved me in…

And now we continue…

I after one more try, I finally gave up. The delivery truck was not moving that night.. I jumped out and walked over to Mr. Roberts still standing there in all his skimpy robe glory.

“You wouldn’t be able to give me a jump, would ya?” I hoped.

“Car’s in the shop, remember?” I had completely forgot. I guess I was still a bit light-headed from the BIG tip. “You have anyone you can call?”

“No one that will be able to help. And there’s no way I’m paying for a taxi this late, guess I’ll have to start walking. Would you mind me leaving the truck here tonight?”

“It’s quite a few miles into town and it’s late. Would you like to spend the night?”

I could feel my face get hot. I suddenly got lost in thinking about Mr. Roberts muscled body. What exactly would happen by me spending the night.

“I-I wouldn’t want to impose, Mr. Roberts,” I stumbled to get out.

“I think we can be on a first name basis. Call me James,” he smiled crossing his arms. 

Doing this made his chest stand out even more. The chilly air was perking  up his nipples through the robe. “I never caught your name though.”

“Oh, uh, Tristan.”

“Come on in Tristan. It’s late and I’d feel awful if you had to walk.”

I couldn’t believe it. This incredibly sexy man who just gave me the most amazing blowjob was offering me spend the night. Would I be getting more than just head? Was that just a thing for the pizza?

“So..?” He questioned. I didn’t know how long I had just been standing there spacing out, my face must have been cherry red with how hot it had become.

“I…uh… thank you.” I quickly rushed past him as he closed the door behind me. There I was back in the living room. I stood there staring at the camping chair that had been the location of one of my greatest orgasms… or so I had thought.

As I stood there mesmerized, a hand lightly grabbed my right shoulder as Mr. Roberts… I mean James, closed in on my left. His body nestled against mine as I could feel him make contact with my arm. My hand was so close to his cock, but I didn’t know if that’s what he wanted. I quickly jerked it up and shyly wrapped my arm around me. I wanted to grab him so badly.

“Well, would you like some pizza?” James giggled. “Sorry that’s the best I got.”

I let out a light chuckle. He walked past and I followed him to the make-shift dining room table where the pizza rested. He opened the box and I was quite surprised the pizza was still steaming a little. That blowjob must have been quicker than I had realized, I thought.

James took a seat and I sat across from him in the folding chairs. Calling him James though didn’t feel right. Maybe Mr. James is better

“Whoops,” Mr. James exclaimed. “Forgot there are two of us. I’ll grab some paper plates.” Mr. James jumped up. I could have sworn his cock peaked out for a moment, that glorious pink tip… though I could have just been horny. This gorgeous muscles man was wearing nothing but a skimpy robe, who wouldn’t be a bit aroused at the sight of him.
He ran through a door I hadn’t realized was there before… must have been the kitchen. I was t really paying attention to him when he got me the glass of water earlier.This entire situation was so odd. My first gay experience with an older gentleman had just taken place mere feet behind me and now I was having dinner with him… was I supposed to act like nothing had happened?

Mr. James returned with the plates as promised. His robe seemed to be looser unveiling the rest of his hairy chest and the beginning of his happy trail. I struggled to keep my eyes off his chest as I desperately wished to follow that path down what I imagined were perfect abs. He set a plate in front of himself and quietly sat with his own. As he sat, the loosely draping robe exposed one of his nipples.

His chest was perfection. A perfectly sculpted pec with gorgeous blonde chest hair, just enough chest hair. I was honestly feeling quite insecure. I was a rather hairy kid. Hair matting my chest and legs… thankfully not my back, but I knew eventually that would happen. What I was most envious of was his perfect nipple. I perfect oval, just a few shades more pink than his lightly tanned skin.

“Aren’t you going to have any pizza?” He asked. In that moment I realized I had just zoned out while staring directly at his nipple, mouth totally ajar. I closed my mouth and grabbed a slice and stuffed it into my beet red face.

We ate in silence. I did my best to keep my eyes on my pizza and anywhere else besides Mr. James. I had just finished my second slice when Mr. Roberts decided to break the awkwardness of the moment:

“So, do you have a girlfriend?”

The question rang in my ears for a second… did the guy that just swallowed my cum less than an hour ago just ask me if I am dating a girl? I’m positive the combination of shock and confusion showed on my face as I stopped chewing to process the question.

“It’s okay,” he explained. “It can be our little secret if you do.”

“I… I don’t.”

“Really, a cute boy like you? I’m shocked. Girls around here must be stupid.”

He wasn’t wrong with that assessment. Many girls in this town desperately tried to ask me out and had NO idea I was gay. It probably helped I wasn’t too into the “manscaping” thing, and worked ridiculously hard to not associate myself with any gay stereotypes or troupes. I didn’t want to let his line of questioning to accidentally out me… naïve of me to believe I could still pull off a straight demeanor with the guy who just swallowed my load.

“How about you?” I deflected. “How does an extremely good-looking man like yourself end up single.”

Mr. James leaned back in his chair, his robe flopping open even further. I forced myself not to admire his chest and maintain eye contact.

“Ex-wife was upset I was sleeping with her brother.”

I wasn’t sure how to take that. All I could muster up was an, “Oh.”

Mr James let out a deep chuckle. “Caught your buddy off-guard with that one, too.”

And he definitely caught me off-guard again. “Buddy?”

“Oops,” Mr. James smirked. “Probably shouldn’t kiss and tell.” He stood up, leaning over to grab my used paper plate. I could see all the way down his perfectly defined fuzzy stomach. “Want anything to drink? I got some beers.”

“I’m 18, sir.”

“Oh shit, thought you were at least 24 with all the stubble.”

“It’s all good. I know I look old for my age.”

“Well, maybe a soda?”

“Water is fine.”

“You got it,” he agreed as he picked up the pizza box and took it into the kitchen. “Sure you still wanna stay!?” He exclaimed from the other room.

“Why do you ask now!?” I yelled back.

Mr. James re-entered into the room with a glass of water in one hand and an unopened can of beer in the other. “I can tell you’re a little uncomfortable. Don’t feel like you have to stay because I offered.”

“I’M GAY!” I shouted.

Mr. James’ expression remained unchanged. What did I just do? Why did I feel the need blurt that out?

“Well,” Mr. James started “… now that that is settled… would you like to stay and watch a movie?”

My mouth was completely dry. What did I just do… why was that what I said? All I could do was nod.

“Okay,” Mr James smiled handing me the glass of water. “Would you like a change of clothes? Your work uniform is still covered in flour.”

It hadn’t really dawned on me that I was still wearing all of my gross work clothes. “Thank you”

“Follow me then.”

I got up and followed Mr. James down a hallway until we reached the last door, he opened it exposing a staircase leading downstairs. How big was this house? I thought we WERE on the main level.
Where was he taking me? A basement? A sex dungeon?

As we got to the base of the stairs, I was amazed. The beautiful vaulted ceilings of the living room had nothing on this master bedroom. The room was just as big as the living room but had a gigantic window that spanned the wall overlooking the town in the distance. I could see a door leading out, which I assumed was either a bathroom or closet.

“You’re not really a decorator, I see.” I said walking past the king sized mattress on the floor. That mattress was the only piece of furniture in the room. “Don’t sleep with your wive’s siblings,” Mr James joked. “ They tend to get very vindictive. Are you a night shower kind of guy, or morning?” I walked over to the window to see the view.

“Usually at night,” I answered. “But I can skip a night.” I felt Mr. James hands slide from behind between my arms and casually start to  unbutton my shirt. I’m not sure what kind of noise I made, something between a moan and grunt, but I could tell Mr. James liked my reaction.

“I like all my boys fresh,” he breathed into my ear. I felt his body begin to press against mine. I wasn’t sure if it was his hand or cock against my ass, but I didn’t care either way. After the last button had come undone, he gently slid my shirt off. I felt so exposed.
I was a very hairy guy, but it didn’t seem to matter to Mr. James. He then grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around to face him and before I knew it, I felt his tongue invade my mouth. At first I was startled, this was moving much faster than I had anticipated.

His hands gripped tightly against my arms as I became putty in his hand. As he ended his kiss and embrace I had to catch myself from not falling. I opened my eyes to discover I was still just inches away from Mr. James’ face. I hadn’t realized how piecing blue they were, almost sharp looking. They were softened by the crows feet that had started to dig in. I was so mesmerized, I didn’t even realize he had undone my bent until I heard my pant hit the floor.

“It’s time for our shower,” he said walking toward the one door. It was at this moment I realized he had taken off his robe. His ass was just as hairy with blond fuzz as his chest and his legs were amazingly toned. Was this really happening?

As he went through the door, I scurried to get off my socks and boxers to catch up with him. By the time I made it to the door, he had already entered what would best be described as a curved tile hallway. I hastened my pace to the tiled hallway and as I turned, I watched as the first shots of water sprayed down Mr. James in his walk in shower big enough for an orgy.

This was the first time I had seen him in all his glory. I watched as the water ran down his sculpted body pressing the blond fur against his skin. The furry happy trail beautifully raced down to a well maintain patch of pubes… and there it was. His gorgeous light skinned cock at full mast sporting a shining red tip… he wasn’t too thick, but must have been at least 7.5 inches.
I lusted so hard after this man. He was perfect.

He looked over to me and beckoned me to come forward. I complied. Once I got close, he motioned me to turn around. Gladly I did. His hands began to glide all across my back. It took me a moment to realize he was lathering me up. His hands made there way across my shoulders… that down my back as I began arching for him sticking out my ass. I had a decent bubble butt from years of squats and I could tell Me. James liked as he took his time lathering my ass.

He worked his way out, then in… his final stroke letting his finger slip through my cheeks and tickle my hole. Shivers shot down my spine as he leaned in to whisper for me to turn around. As I did, our cocks met.

Mr. James did not hesitate and smoothly groped our cocks together. He rubbed for a couple of strokes and stopped to continue lathering the rest of my front.

“Why did you stop,” I whined. “That felt so good.”

“We’ll have plenty of time for that once you’re clean,” he teased. His hands ran from my belly and took their time taunting my nipples. I moaned in pleasure.

I was so hard, I wanted to cum now. I reached my hand for my cock and started to tug away. Mr James gently, but forcefully, moved my hand away. “That’s for me to play with,” he smirked. “Now rinse off. I’ll finish cleaning myself. Once you’ve dried off, go lie down on your stomach.”

I whimpered in protest. I wanted to run my hands all over his muscles, but Mr. James shot me a look saying: ‘Not this time.’

I rinsed all the suds and exited the shower as Mr. James soaped himself up. I found a towel and quickly did dried myself off. I walked back to the master bedroom and did as he said. I lied on my stomach facing the window.

The view he had was gorgeous. I couldn’t believe how small everything looked from this distance.

I heard the water turn off and Mr. James step out of the shower. My heart began racing. What was going to happen next? I heard the him enter the room as his footsteps echoed through the practically empty room.

“That’s a good boy,” he said with excitement dripping from his lips. “Keep staring out the window.” I felt the bed shift as he settled onto the matress and his powerful hand separate my legs exposing my rosebud. I arched my back to give him a better view. I wanted him to have me.

I felt the bristles of his beard gently glide across my hole as my body tensed with delight. I then felt the tip of his tongue gently trace my hole at first, then without much warning began piercing my hole with his powerful tongue.

My eyes rolled back as the friction of my cock against the sheets and the delight of his tongue drilling my hole. I was on the edge of orgasm but wasn’t ready for this to end. It felt like an eternity holding back as my body writhed from the rimming of a lifetime.

Mr. James suddenly ended his tonguing. I felt his body press against my back as I felt his cock head edging at my backdoor.
“I’ll only fuck you if you’re okay with it”, he said. I was amazed he was asking.

“Fuck me, please!”

He complied. His cock slid right in immediately hitting my prostate. Again, I was trying to hold back my orgasm as he began ravaging my hole. His strong hands suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me up to my knees without missing a single beat. There I was I doggy-style, this beautiful man pounding me into nirvana. I couldn’t hold it any longer, I had to touch myself.

“I’m gonna cum!” Mr James exclaimed.

I was shocked. Were we gonna cum together?

“Me, too,” I moaned.

Mr. James pulled out and tightened his grip on my waist swiftly flipping my entire body. My leg narrowly missing his face landing on my back. Now seeing him kneeling over me, his face tightened as he let out a deep yell. He grunted and shot his first thick  load almost reaching my chin.

The allure of watching Mr. James cum sent me over the edge and I began to cum. My first shot dribbled out, but my second shot with great force straight onto his left cheek.
We both shot a few more ropes, covering my hairy belly in cum. My head was spinning so much I couldn’t move. I was definitely in euphoria.

I watched as Mr. James wiped the cum off his cheek and moved it into his mouth.

“Mmm. Tasty,” he stated and then continued to lick all the cum off my body and my cock. I was so sensitive, his touch was almost painful.

What an amazing evening, but how would I explain this to my manager in the morning? How would he explain his note in the computer. 

Guess that’s a story for another time.