PIZZABOY DELIVERS By JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)
[Although this story stands alone, in some ways it is best read as a sequel to my encounter with Dean, which I have recorded in Delivery Boy in Gay Male -- Beginnings]
Dean put the phone down and turned back to me. `Jake will be here in about half-an- hour' he said.
Jake was Dean's best mate, or so he had said, and Dean was keen to get him to join us at my flat. I had only met Dean for the first time that morning, when I had gone to the new supermarket down the road. Dean had offered to deliver my groceries (and, I had quickly suspected, was up for it), and here he was, a few hours later, lying back on my bed having just shot a load of his teen spunk into his sexy white nylon briefs. It had been his suggestion to give Jake a ring:
`He works in a pizza joint, and I happen to know he'll be wearing his pizzaboy's delivery uniform. Fancy that?'
I needed no further information, but agreed at once. No, that's not quite true, I asked one question:
`How old is he?'.
`18 - same as me'. That's when I handed Dean the phone.
So we had half an hour to kill, and the first thing we needed to do was clean up a bit. Dean was covered in cum - not just his own (which oozed from his briefs) but mine too, as I had made a point of pumping over the front of his white nylon briefs and had also splattered over the youngster's taut flat stomach. I pointed out the bathroom and he began to get up.
`Why not strip out of those briefs and leave them for me - you can hardly go home in those.'
Dean smiled and tugged the clinging spunk-sodden strip of nylon down his legs and stepped away.
I walked over to a drawer in the bedroom and pulled out a few pairs of briefs and shorts. `Take your pick from those. Take them with you and choose something you like - surprise me!'
He went through the drawer and took four of five things with him to the bathroom. I picked up the nylon briefs he had left behind, and they were heavy with boycum. That heady scent of cum and nylon filled my nostrils, and I almost swooned with the excitement of it. I just knew that before the day was out I would have disgraced myself in those briefs!
As I waited for Dean to return I also freshened up a bit, using the sink in the kitchen to clean up. Back in the bedroom, I chose some wine-coloured silk boxers, and pulled my black jeans back on, together with a white teeshirt. The bathroom door opened and Dean re-emerged, in his white shirt and black uniform trousers. He seemed slightly sheepish and awkward, now that the first encounter was over and there was the danger that we would have to make contrived conversation, but I misjudged him for he was very easy with me and we chatted about how he was getting on his new job as if we had known each other for weeks.
He went into the kitchen and began drinking the coke that I had opened for him earlier, and I poured some mineral water for myself. Then I don't quite know what happened, but suddenly we were kissing again, tenderly at first and then more intensely. He dropped his head back, and his soft throat presented itself. As we kissed, my hands dropped behind him and cupped his firm buttocks through the black trousers, and I gently pressed him in to me. I badly wanted the boy again, and I knew he was eager, but I wondered how much time we had before Jake arrived. And I certainly wanted to save something for that!
But the soft sound of Dean's murmuring, his eyes closing as my lips brushed again and again over his throat, was so arousing that I could not help myself. I needed slowly to undress him again, to feast my eyes on that teenage beauty, to work my mouth over the secret centre of him. I guessed I had ten minutes or so before we were disturbed - long enough for us to enjoy ourselves without going too far.
There was no question about his wanting it. In fact, I felt his hand come around between us and slip down to my jeans, and Dean began to feel me up through the outside. My hot cock grew hard to his touch, and moved easily inside my silk boxers. I hoped he was enjoying the sensation as much as I loved the feel of the teenager's caress on my eager flesh. I moved my waist slightly away from his, to give him easier access should he want to unzip me.
As if by instinct, my fingers unbuttoned his white shirt and I slid my hand inside the open cotton and soothed the warm chest, his firming nipples, the perfectly flat soccer player's stomach. But it wasn't enough. I needed to play once more with the hardness of the boy whom I had so recently wanked. The catch at the top of his trousers detained my only a moment, and I opened him up. The tell-tale sound of his zip pushing downwards caused him to respond in kind, and he tugged at my fly. I was ahead of him though, and I pushed my hand inside the opening and cupped the front of his briefs. Well, my borrowed briefs I ought to say.
You naughty boy' I whispered in his ear. These briefs feel a bit damp. Are you leaking precum?'
`Mmm' was all I got as an answer, so I decided to have a look. I dropped to my knees in front of him, as if in worship, and pulled the trousers wide open and downwards. They slid down his thighs and he stepped out of them. He had chosen a pair of pale blue briefs, nylon (most of mine are) and now bulging fantastically with the fullness of his boyish erection. And yes, there was a wonderful wet patch where precum leaked from his knobhead trapped in the nylon pouch. I lightly slid my finger over this wet circle, enjoying the silky smoothness and warmth of the juicy dampness as Dean oozed into the blue nylon. I worked more insistently then with my finger over the trapped head of his cock, encouraging yet more of his boyjuice to drip into the hugging sheath. The satiny precum covered my fingers, and I licked them eagerly, enjoying the tang of the teenager's wetness.
But I so badly needed to suck him off through the blue nylon, and just as I had done when he was wearing his own white nylon briefs I closed up on him and, with my sight filled with the bright blue material, I travelled the length of the cockshaft as it throbbed and moved under the confining nylon, tonguing and mouthing Dean's boymeat. The fullness of his balls fascinated me, heavy and soft, and I wanted to explore them more. So for a moment I stopped sucking the lad, and instead began to rub his ballsack lightly but insistently through the warm nylon, moving the fullness of his bollocks in their silky pouch. The thought of the creamy spunk gathering in them sent me wild, and I went back to work on them with my mouth after a few moments, licking and tonguing Dean's balls that gave under my lips. I tried to gather his sack into my mouth, but the briefs were too tight.
It was then we heard the engine of the bike outside, and as of one mind we stopped and moved to the window. It was probably just as well that we were interrupted at that point - two more minutes and I would have had to make Dean cum right there and then, and I was throbbing so badly myself from the gentle feel-up that the boy had given me and with the excitement of sucking the youngster through nylon that I was getting ready to spunk.
On the street below us I saw one of those pizzabikes, and a dark-haired lad dressed in a bright red uniform carrying a box. Even from this distance I could see that Jake was a real stud, and whereas Dean was refined and classy, Jake was a bit of rough stuff. As we watched him dismount, I slid my hand down the front of Dean's bulging briefs and gasped as I felt the hugeness of him, wet beneath the nylon. `Let's save this for Jake', I said.
`Yeah. Oh by the way, he's straight.'
`Straight? So what are you doing asking him over here for?'
`Oh don't you worry about that. He's horny as fuck, and just loves sex. He won't suck you or anything, but you can do anything to him. He just loves being the centre of attention.'
`And you don't, I suppose' I thought to myself, smiling as I headed downstairs to open the door. I was still fully dressed, but I had to negotiate the stairs a bit cautiously as my erection was causing me a few problems trapped in my boxers.
I opened the door and breathed heavily. What I had seen from upstairs was only half the story. Jake was stunning - a dark-haired teen with those melting soft eyes that you would die for. The red polyester uniform top was both ludicrous and incredibly sexy on such a stud. Beneath it he was wearing tight blue jeans, trainers and white socks. `I had a call from my mate Dean to bring a pizza here - is that right?'
`Sure. Come on up.'
He followed me upstairs into the kitchen, where we left the pizza. (It never was eaten.) Then we headed into the living room, and Jake's mouth fell open when he saw fair-haired Dean, who had positioned himself on the sofa and was lying back provocatively, smiling up at Jake with legs apart, his hand slipped inside his nylon briefs and gently wanking on his boydick.
`What the fuck's going on?' said Jake.
You timed your arrival well', I said. I was just about to wank Dean off - maybe you'd like to take over?'
`God man, what do you think I am?'
A fucking horny kid, that's what' I said. And I guess you could do with shooting some creamy teenspunk yourself - yes?'
I sensed that I was going to be an active spectator in what was to follow, assisting the two teens to shoot their cum as best I could, and that suited me fine. If I played this carefully, it could be a real wankfest. And sure enough, I was not surprised when Jake headed towards Dean and, leaning over him, began to stroke the blond boy's bulging packet of cock which pressed through the shining blue nylon of the borrowed briefs, wet from my sucking and the boy's own leaking precum. Dean stretched his legs apart as far as he could, and I again noticed the fullness of his balls beneath the throbbing cock.
I went behind Jake and said softly, `why not lose this jacket', and he let me slip the red pizzaboy uniform from his shoulders. Beneath, he wore a teeshirt, white like my own, but cut closer and with his shoulders bare. He rubbed Dean firmly again and massaged the soft sexy nylon so that his friend began to groan softly. I knew I was risking things, but I thought I had to chance it, so having dropped his uniform jacket to the floor I returned to stand behind him and reached round to the front of his jeans. The soft blue material felt so sexy under my fingers, as I reached for the catch and then swiftly unbuttoned him. He didn't resist at all, so I knew he was mine.
The jeans were tight and I had to work them down his legs, but he let me do it in my own way, and I peeled them off. The dark teenager was wearing a pair of white nylon soccer shorts under his jeans, which both surprised and delighted me. Lads in soccer kit send me wild, and nylon shorts are just heaven. I wondered if he was wearing anything under them - I hoped so. And then I could tell he was, as I could make out the line of something brief and tight showing through the thin nylon of the sexy shorts. This was going to be fun.
Jake leant forward to continue to feel Dean's nylon-covered cock, and the dark-haired teenager's bum pushed temptingly towards, the nylon soccer shorts shining and full. With both hands I made contact, pressing the teen's firm flesh through the sports shorts. And the kid wanted it, I knew, because immediately he pushed backwards into my hands so that I had even firmer contact. I stroked and smoothed him through the nylon, and then reached round the front and let my hands slide and press through the front. My left hand made contact with what was clearly a large hot cock, and I immediately began to rub him up, wanting to give the kid pleasure. He was bigger than Dean, I could feel, and if anything even harder. As I felt him with my left hand, my right slipped under the leg of his shorts and travelled up to the front of the teenager's packet. Sure enough, he was wearing something silky and tight underneath, and my fingers began to take out the unmistakeable softness of mesh nylon. God, this 18-year-old was as keen on nylon as me! Unusual for a straight teen, I thought to myself.
I got working with my right hand at once, and began to wank him off through the nylon brief or pouch, and he began to move feverishly under my touch. I knew that I had to get his shorts down his legs pretty quickly if I wanted to enjoy a bit of suckfun before he shot his cum, so I tugged at them and they fell down his meaty thighs at once. And yes, the kid was wearing a seethough black nylon brief, and was sporting the most beautiful piece of teencock, that quivered and moved enticingly in the transparent nylon. Nothing was left to the imagination, every vein of his boycock was visible, everything from the wet tip of his foreskin to the dark hair massing around his teenage balls was there for me to enjoy. But I knew that I didn't have much time, so cut my losses and went straight for the juicy nylon sack.
As Jake flipped Dean's cock free from the blue nylon briefs, I sat on the floor between them and plunged my warm mouth over Jake's bulging mound, sucking the boy noisily through the tangy scent of his black nylon briefs. He bucked his hips and head-fucked me, and I reciprocated by bobbing up and down on the juicy cockmeat thrusting through the flimsy nylon. I flicked my tongue under his foreskin and he cried out with pleasure, meanwhile masturbating Dean fast towards his creamy climax.
With my left hand, I opened up my jeans and thrust my hand deep inside my silk boxers, which as you can imagine were pretty damp by now. I wanted to wank in unison with my two teenage visitors, and I knew that they were too lost in themselves to help me out. Dean was very close to cumming, I knew, and alternately closed his eyes lost in ecstasy, and then opened them to gaze at his mate being sucked to cum heaven.
I wanked myself furiously now, and knew that I had only a few seconds before the kids would jet. Dean came first, arching his youthful back and lifting slightly off the sofa as he tumbled into orgasm: a torrent of pearly teenspunk erupted from him and covered his stomach for the second time within an hour - I was amazed that he seemed able to produce just as much spunk as before. As he moaned, I felt Jake tense in his briefs, and I plunged my mouth tighter still over his knob. He bucked a few times and then shuddered as his spunk filled first his briefs and then my mouth as it forced through the mesh of his black nylon pouch. His cum was thick and creamy and I was hungry for it. As he continued to pump pulses of the teenmilk into my grateful mouth, my own orgasm overwhelmed me, and my spunk filled my hand and silk boxers.
After just a minute or two Jake stood up and pulled his shorts back on and then his jeans. He seemed to want to get away as quickly as possible. Dean lay back smiling, amused at his friend.
`Don't worry mate, I wont' tell on yer!' he said. But Jake was off, down the stairs and away, and we lay back listening to the sound of the motorbike heading off back to safety.
Comments welcome, particularly hot ones from lovers of shorts and briefs: send me something at scott_justin51@hotmail.com