Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Some of the things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex. These acts are in the context of a fictional story and not recommended in real life. Always play safe. Also this is a fetish story for food fetishists. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior, and claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material.
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The Pie Baking Contest
By R. A. Swain
Cole Matthews glared at the judge of the baking contest, Cliff Woods. He was handsome, with a goatee and high cheekbones, dark features, beefy frame, in a suit and shirt with the top three buttons open. Cole felt the anger welling up within him because Cliff Woods panned his fruit pies, saying they weren't good enough to be used in a food fight. Cole leaned against the wall behind the table displaying his fruit pies waiting for Cliff to pass him. He just wanted to tell off the man who panned him.
"Hey Mr. Know It All," Cole said as Cliff walked down passed him.
Cliff looked at the young man in the white chef outfit. "Mr. Matthews," Cliff nodded. "I see you have a problem with me."
"Yeah I do," Cole replied. "I have a lot of problem with your comments about my fruit pies."
"I just call em as I see em," Cliff said.
The auditorium had cleared out leaving the two men alone.
"It really hurt to be told they weren't good enough for a food fight," Cole said.
Cliff sighed. "Perhaps my words were strong, but if you're going to make it in the baking biz you've got to have a thicker skin." He looked at Cole's sandy blond hair and the fine hairs on Cole's arms contrasting the younger man's creamy skin and wondered what lie beneath the white t-shirt and white baker's pants. The young chef obviously worked out as his chest was muscular and filled out the t-shirt very well.
Cole looked at the older man, his dark features offset by piercing green eyes, and the dark hair of his chest sometimes looking blue in the light of the room. "So perhaps my pies are at least good enough for a food fight?" Cole asked a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Cliff sighed again. "All I meant was they weren't memorable to the palate."
Without hesitation Cole picked up the pie nearest to him and hit Cliff square in the face with it. "Memorize this," he said as he flung the blueberry pie.
Cliff stood frozen in shock. The pie shell fell from his face and he wiped blueberries from his eyes. He felt an energy rise up from his chest and his cock puffed a little in his slacks. "What the fuck, man."
Cole could see the shock in Cliff's eyes, and also something more. Suddenly he wasn't as convinced his actions were right. "Um, look I--"
Cliff glanced at the pies on the table and picked up the nearest one to him. Cole watched as if seeing the scene in slow motion. He watched Cliff pick up the pie, step forward, and with a sardonic grin slam the pie into Cole's face, and then down his chest. Cole felt himself shudder and felt his cock begin to expand in the loose fitting white pants he was wearing. He hoped Cliff didn't notice the erection he was beginning to sport.
Wiping blueberries from his eyes, Cole said, "I think they are good enough for a food fight." He took another pie from the table and grabbing Cliff by the lapel he dumped the pie inside Cliff's shirt. Cole then rubbed his hand around the front of Cliff's shirt, feeling the gooey blueberry pie filling mash under his hand, and also feeling how taunt and hard Cliff's body was.
Cliff seemed to shake like a dog for a moment, as if trying to shake off the pie or dislodge some of it from the hair of his chest then he smiled again and reached for the next pie. Cole didn't move, wondering what Cliff would do next, hoping what Cliff might do next. Cliff grabbed at the elastic waistband of Cole's white baker's pants, and also at the waistband of Cole's boxerbriefs, and pulling just far enough to make room for the pie, he dumped it into Cole's pants and briefs. Then without hesitation he groped the front of Cole's pants, feeling Cole's rock hard cock as he mashed the blueberry pie into Cole's crotch. Cole shuddered with pleasure at the feel of the other man's hand groping his gooey blueberry pie covered cock through his pants.
Cliff stood back and eyed his handy work. "Nice," he said, his voice slightly husky with a hint of lust in it.
Now the ball was in Cole's court. Cliff was wearing slacks and a belt. Cole tilted his head slightly, stepped forward to Cliff, reached out and opened Cliff's belt as the other man just stood there allowing the young chef to do as he pleased. It was obvious what Cole was planning on doing and Cliff did nothing to stop him. As Cole opened Cliff's pants he allowed them to slide down Cliff's thighs revealing Cliff's dark blue briefs. Cole took another pie, reached out to the waistband of Cliff's briefs and pulled it from Cliff's body far enough to get a good look as Cliff's growing cock, and then took another pie and dumped it into Cliff's briefs. He too then groped the front of Cliff's briefs, fisting the judge's shaft and even stroking him slightly through his briefs.
Cliff took a deep breath. "This is taking on a whole new level," he said. He sank to his knees in front of Cole, and reached out to the chef's pants. He pulled them down along with his boxerbriefs, and freed Cole's seven inch cut blueberry covered cock. He looked at the shaft curving up toward Cole's belly and leaned forward licking the underside of the shaft from balls to tip. Cole let a slight moan escape from his lips. Cliff looked up at Cole.
"I was wrong. These pies are very good for a food fight." He said with a grin. He then took Cole's plump tip in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the crown.
Cole placed his hands on the back of the older man's head and thrust forward fucking Cliff's face. "Yeah, suck my cock," he said. "Take my shaft and suck it."
Cliff did just that and reached up with his left hand, slipping it beneath Cole's damp sticky t-shirt and caressed Cole's bare chest, pinching Cole's nipple as he sucked the chef's cock.
Cole reached down again and pulled Cliff to his feet. He leaned in and pressed his mouth against Cliff's while he reached into Cliff's briefs pulled them down so his cock was pressing against the other man's cock. They kissed for a long moment, Cole's hand on Cliff's cock, pressing against his own, rubbing their shafts together. Then Cole opened Cliff's shirt and licked his way down Cliff's chest stopping to gently chew on Cliff's left nipple, then his right nipple before licking down his hairy stomach to the neatly trimming pie covered pubes and finally along the topside of Cliff's six and a half inch long four inch round curved cock to the tip which he expertly took into his mouth and began sucking on.
Cliff began thrusting his cock into Cole's mouth listening to the sound of sucking and enjoying the feel of the other man's tongue on his shaft. He slowed Cole down and once again sank to his knees. He embraced the chef and kissed him passionately before sliding down on the pie covered floor and pulled Cole down with him so they were facing each other's cocks. He looked down the length of Cole's body and took Cole's cock in his mouth. He began to suck in earnest, and Cole reciprocated. The two pie covered men sixty-nined on the floor of the banquet room of the hotel where the contest took place, thrusting into each other's mouths and occasionally licking each other's balls.
Cole felt Cliff's hands exploring his body and he did the same, allowing his hands to roam over Cliff's body. The two men explored each other with their hands and tongues for several minutes until Cliff could take no more. He released Cole's cock from his mouth and moaned. "I'm gonna come dude."
Cole leaned back. "Come in my face," he said. Cliff grabbed his cock and began stroking himself until he shouted and shot his load in the younger man's face.
"I'm coming! Yeah! Yeah! Take my load!" He stroked his cock until he shot ribbon after ribbon of cum onto Cole's face.
Cole stroked his own cock as the judge jerked off on him. He moaned as Cliff's cum hit him in the pie covered face, and then sighed. "I'm gonna shoot," he said.
"Do it man. Cum for me," Cliff said, mesmerized by Cole's hand pounding up and down on his cock. "Stroke that cock."
Cole pounded his fist faster until he bucked his hips and shot a load of white hot jizz against Cliff's thigh. The two men lay back on the pie covered floor, panting and catching their breath.
"I've got a room upstairs," Cliff said. "We could go up there to clean up, unless you want to go home this way."
Cole looked around. "We'd better get out of here before we get caught," he said. "I don't have any clothes to wear."
"I've got some stuff you can wear," Cliff said. "After we shower and suck each other off again."
Cole looked at Cliff. "So would you say my pies are edible after all?"
"I'd eat your pies off you anytime," Cliff said.
The End
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