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Pietro and Ryan...A New Year's Eve Tale
by Rodney Hartfield
Ryan's roommate turned at the front door. "You sure you don't want to come with me to the New Year's Eve party? You don't want to just sit here at home by yourself, do you?"
Ryan looked up from his laptop. "No, man. That's OK. I'm tired. I'm just gonna order a pizza and chill for the night." All the while, Ryan was thinking, The last place I want to be on New Year's Eve is in the same room as the crazy girlfriend of yours.
Ryan liked his roommate/co-worker. However, he could not understand why his friend stayed with a local girl that wanted nothing but a ticket out of this shit-hole of a town...and his friend was that ticket.
His roommate shrugged his shoulders. "OK, man. I'll see you sometime late New Year's Day." The wind slammed the door behind him.
Ryan flipped to one of his favorite websites...Images of Pietro Boselli. He reached for the phone and ordered a pizza.
Ryan leaned back and shut his eyes. He was still trying to sort out in his mind what had happened on the Friday before Christmas. Wow. What a dream. Pietro showing up at his office. It HAD to have been a dream. But it was SO real.
A knock on the door startled him. Damn, that was fast, he thought. He rearranged his crotch. Just looking at pictures of Pietro in all the underwear ads gave him a hard-on.
He switched on the porch light and looked through the glass in the door. A shiny, black Ferrari was parked at the curb. He opened the door. Standing on the step was a tall, well-built guy in a gray hoody...holding a pizza box.
"Shit!" Ryan whispered.
Ryan swung the door open wide. He stuttered, "Uh, come on in."
The guy stepped in and pushed the door shut. He pulled the hoody back, revealing dark wavy hair, flashing green eyes and full lips. "Hey. I think you ordered a pizza?"
Ryan nodded. "Yeah." He shook his head, thinking he was seeing things. "Pietro?"
Pietro nodded. "And you're Ryan, right?"
Ryan took the pizza. "But what are you doing delivering pizzas...on New Year's Eve?
Pietro chuckled. "Just helping out another friend. This is the last delivery for the night."
Ryan handed him the money for the pizza. "So, undoubtedly heading out for a party with your friends?"
"No. I'm gonna sneak back to my hotel and chill. You have to admit, there's not much "action" in this straight little town."
As nonchalantly as possible, Ryan asked, "Well, you want to split a pizza?"
"Sure, Pietro answered, pulling his sweatshirt over his head. "As long as there is "dessert" afterward."
Ryan gulped. He turned back. They stared at each other. Ryan bit his lip. Pietro licked his.
"Fuck the pizza." Ryan snarled.
Shoes and socks and jeans and briefs and shirts scattered as Ryan led the way to his bedroom.
Ryan pulled him through the door, slammed it, then forced Pietro against it. He kissed him hard, forcing his tongue down the Italian's throat. Their hard cocks ground together. Ryan pulled back, looking at Pietro. "If this is a dream, it's definitely one for the record books." He kissed him once again.
Pietro backed him up. He pushed him onto the bed. "Wait there. I'll be right back."
Ryan scooted back against the headboard. He locked his hands behind his head, flexing his bulging biceps and pecs. His swollen manhood was pointing at the ceiling. His thoughts were reliving the week before as he pounded Pietro's ass. He couldn't wait to do it again.
Pietro reentered the room, a bit sheepishly. He laid a handful of condoms, a tube of lube and a little brown bottle on the night stand. "I came prepared...just in case."
He climbed onto the foot of the bed. He knelt, with his hands locked behind his head, flexing his bulging biceps and pecs. Simultaneously, they both grinned, then turned to look at the large, full-length mirror on the wall...Two masculine, hunky studs, preening like pure-bred bulls, their seven-inch hard cocks sticking out like swords prepared for a duel.
Pietro smiled an evil grin. Slowly, he climbed up Ryan's torso until his face was even with Ryan's.
Ryan expected a kiss. He thought, "I'll let him go a little farther and have his fun. Then, I'll flip him over and fuck him like the slut he really is."
However, instead of kissing him, Pietro slid down. He nipped first one tit and then the other with his teeth. Ryan moaned.
Pietro worked his way down, his tongue flicking the center of Ryan's hard abs. He dove the tip of his tongue into Ryan's navel. Ryan moaned.
Pietro's tongue followed the trail down to his pubes. Suddenly, he flipped around, his cock at Ryan's head.
Ryan watched as Pietro's tongue circled Ryan's crown. He gazed entranced as those full lips engulfed the head. All the while, Pietro looked up at Ryan.
Ryan nodded. He turned his head and swallowed Pietro's cock in one gulp. He was determined to take it all, even though it seemed that it was half way to his gut. He forced himself to breathe through his nose to keep from gagging.
Soon, they were skull fucking the other, burying their tools in the other's throat.
Suddenly, Pietro pulled away. He flipped around, so that he was again between Ryan's legs.
Ryan thought, "Damn. This guy's as flexible as a gymnast. I can't wait to see what kind of positions I can get him into while I'm fucking his gorgeous bubble ass."
The tip of Pietro's talented tongue flicked along the underside of Ryan's balls. He sucked one, then the other. He did it all again and again, each time getting closer to Ryan's hole.
Ryan senses were in over-drive. The sight of this handsome stud model licking his taint and sucking his balls, framed by his muscular legs was better than any porn site.
Pietro nodded to the night stand. "Take a couple of hits of the party favors. I want to see how far I can get my tongue up your ass before we fuck."
Ryan started to protest. He knew all too well what poppers would do to him. If he did too many, he would lose all control. And control was what he wanted over this stud between his legs.
"Go ahead," Pietro urged. "Just a couple of whiffs. Just to relax."
Ryan unscrewed the cap of the little brown bottle. He held it under one nostril and took a breath.
"Now the other," Pietro said.
Ryan hesitated.
"Now!" demanded Pietro.
The first jolt hit Ryan's brain. Instinctively, he put the bottle under the other nostril and took a breath. He was amazed at the sudden change...the dominant change...that had come over Pietro. After all, Pietro had been such a submissive Bottom just a week ago in his office.
Pietro smile. "One more." Ryan took two more hits, then capped the bottle.
Pietro's tongue flicked Ryan's quivering hole. Just as the effect of the poppers hit, Pietro drove his tongue home.
Ryan bucked and gasped. Not since Eddie in LA had he had such a talented tongue working his ass.
Pietro licked and stabbed and bit and chewed. Ryan moaned and groaned and bucked and writhed.
Pietro nodded toward the bottle. Without question, Ryan took two hits.
As the poppers took effect, Pietro slipped a finger into Ryan's ass. Ryan shook his head. "No."
Pietro only smiled and added another finger. Without being told, Ryan took another hit from the little brown bottle.
Without taking his fingers out of Ryan's ass, Pietro got a condom and the lube from the night stand. Ryan couldn't believe what was happening. He was the one who was supposed to be fucking this young stud. Instead, he was about to get fucked. And He Wanted It.
Ryan heard the packet tear. He watched as Pietro slipped the sheath over his throbbing rod.
Pietro lifted Ryan's legs until they rested on his shoulders. He smeared the cool lube into Ryan's crack, then spread it out with the head of his cock.
Ryan felt that head at the entrance of his hole. Pietro looked down at him. "Do you want it," he asked.
Ryan closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. He had no idea how this change of events had happened. All he knew was that he HAD to have Pietro's cock up his ass. He looked up at Pietro. He whispered. "Please. Please fuck me. Fuck me please."
Ryan gasped as the bulbous head broke past his sphincter. Pietro waited until Ryan had relaxed. Slowly he worked his way in...all seven inches.
That marvelous feeling of fullness overwhelmed Ryan. He moaned in ecstasy as Pietro started slow, then began to increase in tempo, Pietro's balls slapping Ryan's butt cheeks. Soon, they were fucking in unison, panting and gasping with each thrust. Ryan was not sure how much longer he could last until he would cum.
Suddenly, Pietro pulled out. Ryan gasped at the empty feeling. Pietro stripped the condom from his cock. Ryan was expecting him to shoot on his chest.
Instead, Pietro grabbed another condom. He slipped it onto Ryan's pulsing tool. Pietro laughed. "You're not the only one to have all the fun."
He straddled Ryan and in one plunge, impaled himself balls deep on Ryan's engorged rod. Ryan watched in amazement as this young stud who had just been fucking him was now fucking himself.
Ryan flipped him over on his back. He raised Pietro's legs until he was almost doubled over, his knees almost to his ears. "Damn, I love it when a Bottom is flexible." He began to power fuck that gorgeous bubble ass, slamming down into the pretty hole with the full weight of his body.
Pietro moaned. "I'm gonna cum."
Ryan pulled out and stripped the condom off his cock. He flipped around so they were again in a 69 position. With a shout, they covered the other's face with their cum.
Ryan rubbed his eyes. He wiped a sticky substance from his cheek. He licked his fingers. Cum?!?!
The laptop in front of him flickered. The images of Pietro Boselli smiled back at him.
A steaming pizza lay in the middle of the dining room table.
The roar of a car starting in the street brought Ryan to his feet. He hurried to the door. As he stood on the step, a shiny, a black Ferrari started to pull away from the curb. The driver in a gray hoody rolled down the window. He waved, and sang, "Should old acquaintance be forgot, in the days of Auld Lang Syne."
A church bell began the toll of twelve o'clock. He called out, "Happy New Year"...and was gone.
I hope you enjoyed my little New Year's Eve story. If you would like to comment, contact me at RodneyHartfield69@yahoo.com. We writers always love to hear from our readers.