Pete's Big Surprise Part 12
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't know anyone in this story. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
Just as he always did, Griffin Gluck always let Pete Davison know when he was going to be in NYC. The hope was that Pete would want to hang out. The real hope was that Pete would end up bending Gluck over the back of a sofa and pounding him like a Salvation Army drum. So Gluck was pleased when Pete responded almost immediately with an enthusiastic yes. Pete mentioned that he would get a room in the city on the night that Gluck would be in town. This made Gluck's cock twinge. Pete usually only got a hotel room in the city when he planned on fucking someone. The presumption being that Pete didn't like having sex in the house he shared with his mom. Gluck furiously masturbated that night, thinking of his upcoming plans with Pete.
The day came and Gluck, after along flight and a longer ride from the airport, found him self on the corner in front of Pete's hotel. A quick text to Pete with a quick response with the room number and the message, `will leave the door open just come on in. Have company." For a split second, Gluck was disappointed, hoping to have Pete all to himself. But then he realized that Pete, like so many times before, probably had another sex guest. Pete had introduced Gluck to a long line of hot men and had been Gluck's introduction to group sex. Gluck got red in the face as he entered the hotel lobby and then the elevator.
Nine floors later, Gluck departed the elevator and found the correct room. The door was open just enough for it to rest on the metal bar extended from the inside jam. Gluck took a breath and entered, closing the door behind him. The tiny entryway opened to the large suite that Pete had procured for the night. Pete emerged from the bedroom wearing only a white hotel robe and lime green socks. His robe was not tied and swung open. Also swinging, his hard, semi-erect dick. Gluck always blushed a little at the beautiful sight of a nude Pete, despite having had the large cock in his mouth and ass countless times. Pete was drinking a beer and had another (already opened) in his other hand. He held it out to Gluck and smiled wordlessly. Once Gluck took the beer, He wrapped his long arms around Gluck for a warm hug. Pete was tall and slim, with long arms. This as the robe had the effect of enveloping Gluck like a cocoon. Gluck basked in the brief but warm hug and felt Pete's semi-hardness press into him. Pete, as he had started doing at some point without Gluck notices, gently pecked Gluck's neck with his mouth. Almost more of a bite than a kiss. Gentle, brief, incredibly intimate.
"Great to see you, man," Pete beamed. "Now drink up. We were just getting started."
Gluck still didn't speak. He was so happy to be here with Pete, but also a little nervous about whoever was in the other room. No matter how many times they had fooled around with others, Gluck always got a little nervous. Not that Pete had every led him astray. Pete, once again in a intimate yet sexy move, took Gluck by the hand and began to lead him to the bedroom. "Come on, Gluck, let's get some dick in you." Gluck once again blushed. When Pete got goofy (which was always), it drove him wild. Gluck swigged his mini-bar beer as they walked hand in hand to the bedroom.
On the bed was a tall, naked, hairless young man. The build skinny. Even skinnier than Pete's. Long arms and legs, a mop of black hair on his head, but seemingly hairless below the neck. A large, erect cock stood almost upright between his legs. The figure raised his head from the pillow. Gluck recognized him immediately. It was Timothee Chalamet. The young man was handsome, with a slim but cut physique not unlike Pete's, thought not on as tall a frame. His cock wasn't as large as Pete's monster, but was still larger than average. Timothee smiled, but didn't move. "Hi, Gluck," Timothee said loudly before quietly adding, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Pete has told me so much about you." Timothee was clearly high as a kite The smell of the room explained instantly why, and Gluck found Timothee's altered state funning and almost charming. He smiled and his nerves eased. Timothee was indeed very high, and he immediately let his head crash back to the pillow while the rest of his body remained completely immobile. Save for a small twitch in his erect cock.
Gluck smiled at Pete as if it half-heartedly ask, "Is he okay?" But Pete just beamed a smile. "He is kind of a lightweight with his weed, but he was really excited to meet you." Pete quickly peeled off Gluck's shirt and stood behind him, running his long fingers along Gluck's smooth chest, "Why don't you should Timmy here how much you love his work?" Pete said with a goofy voice. Again, the goofy drove him wild, and Gluck eagerly kneeled onto the bed before taking Chalemet's hard cock into his mouth. Timothee quietly moaned and laughingly said something inaudible, clearly swept away but the sensation of a warm wetness on his cock and the THC coursing through his bloodstream.
Gluck, who had gotten so much practice with Pete's giant cock, easily deep throated Timothee's seven inches. As he did, he gently stroked Timothee's smooth nuts. As he did, he felt Pete blindly grabbing as his belt buckle. Within a few moments, Pete had pulled Gluck's jeans and underwear down to his knees, and with a little help from Gluck, the rest of the way off, all without Gluck's mouth having to lose contact with Timothee's cock. Gluck half expected the familiar sensation (forceful but somehow gentle) of Pete's hard monster slipped deep into his ass with one slow thrust, but instead, Gluck felt a warm wetness as Pete's tongue began to probe his ass.
Gluck audibly moaned around the cock in his mouth, staring up at Timothee as Pete began to open up his hole with his mouth. This was something Pete had done before, though with must less frequency. Timothee, besides a smile, said nothing. He spent most of the time staring at the ceiling, or his eyes cast backward in his head. Occasionally, he placed his left hand on the back of Gluck's head for a moment, not really directing the action, but more just acknowledging the sensation. Timothee's right hand never left his own chest, gently rubbing first one nipple, then the other, then back to the first.
As Pete settled in to his rimming, he also reached between Gluck's legs and gently stroked Gluck's balls. Eventually moving up and gently grasping Gluck's cock and slowly stroking it. Finally, after several minutes of rimming, Pete broke away, standing and taking Gluck's narrow hips in his hand. Without speaking, Pete gently motioned Gluck to a standing position, the turning to face him. With his back toward Timothee, Gluck placed a knee on either side of Timothee's equally narrow hips and straddled Timothee's erection. Gluck stared intently into Pete's smiling face as he slowly slid down onto Timothee's cock. Timothee made a small gasping sound but was then totally silent once more. Gluck's build, slim like Timothee's glided gently up and down on Timothee's hardness.
Pete watched, standing at the foot of the bed, for a minutes or so before himself climbing into bed, taking a standing position on his knees in front of Gluck. Pete smiled again at Gluck and then swept Gluck up into a tight hug, Pete's long arms encasing Gluck. Pete leaned in and this time it was Gluck's mouth that Pete probed with his tongue. Pete kissed Gluck's mouth passionately, like he hadn't eaten in days and Gluck was on the menu. Gluck would have toppled backward from the force, but Pete's strong arms held him in place.
Pete's thick cock came to rest on top of Gluck's own erection, which gently bounced up and down as he slid up up and down Timothee's cock. Just as Gluck thought it was getting into a goo rhythm, he heard another grunt from the otherwise silent Timothee from behind and below him. Then he felt the familiar sensation of hot jizz spraying his insides. Gluck pumped up and down a few more times before grinding down hard into Timothee's boney hips. Pete kissed Gluck's mouth harder, realizing what had happened only after Gluck had finally come to rest. Almost immediately upon realizing that Timothee had cum, Pete gently pushed Gluck backward into a position where he was laying on top of Timothee's smooth, almost concave chest. "Hold him, Timmy," Pete said with a smile. Gluck was confused for a second, and in that second, he felt Timothee's slender arms wrap around him. Timothee locked one had around the other wrist and help Gluck tight to his own chest. Gluck's arms were held mostly to the side, but Gluck was more or less immobile. Gluck laughed, taken by surprise, but trusting Pete implicitly.
Timothee's dick was still hard and still inside Gluck. With a gentle hand, Pete, pulled Timothee out of Gluck, with only a little of Timothee's seed leaking out when he did. Pete slid up toward the other two and placed the head of his cock where Timothee's had been only moments before. Now Gluck felt what he had expected earlier. What he had craved. The fullness, the pressure, the familiar ecstasy as Pete penetrated him. As Pete's thickness forced Gluck open even further, Gluck maintained intense eye contact. The two stared at each other, neither laughing or smiling as usual. This was the rarer kind of sex, where Pete had the bearing of a lion. It was intense, erotic, and maybe even a little scary.
Pete didn't go slow like he often did when first starting. Perhaps being turned on by Gluck's being "held captive," Pete began to roughly pound his hardness deep into Gluck. Were Gluck to be honest, it was more than a little painful, which each hard thrust penetrating beyond the point of comfort or pleasure. But Gluck would have never asked him to stop. He may have even begged him to keep going. He didn't have to.
Whether by the circumstances or by the roughness, Pete only lasted for a minutes or two before he spat, "take it." As he did, Gluck once again felt his insides warm, as Pete's load (easily twice as large as Timothee's based on the feeling) flooded into him. When the painful thrusts finally stopped, Pete tumbled off of Gluck, and Gluck felt empty with the sudden loss in pressure inside him. Pete's nut gushed out of him, onto Timothee and the bed beneath.
Gluck was still on top of Timothee, but Pete quickly grabbed Gluck's shoulder and yanked him, causing him to roll over and now lay face to face on top of Pete. Pete smiled, the humor and charm back on his face. And Gluck smiled too. After a few long moments of staring into each other's eyes, their love fest was interrupted by a tapping on Gluck's shoulder. It was Timothee, having snapped out of his haze but still very high.
"Ok," Timothee said. "That was fun. But which one of you assholes is gonna fuck me?"