"Prettier at Closing Time" By Justin
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Part 2
The mood was sensible but slightly weird; there was no call to feel the slightest misgivings, for after all, Evan had done the "pick-up" scene dozens of times, thinking nothing about it. So what was different now?
They cuddled side by side with Parker running his face up and down Parker's sleek mysterious body. As Evan laid there being (what he believed) the major stud in this obscene party, it suddenly hit him.
"I know, I may have figured it out," he suddenly busted out loudly. "I'm your alley pussy cat, and you are, as they say, horny as fuck."
Parker never replied, instead he vacuumed Evan's crotch, using his face, absorbing every bit of flavor and fiber over Evan's body of goodies. There was no missing the fact, that Parker was an ass man. A hungry one at that.
"Don't stop," Evan whimpered. He knew Parker was after his butt. He loved a real man with a rugged cock determined to nail him to the sheets. He was intrigued being Parker's whore. He was giddy over it.
"I'm a pig corralled in Hog Town. How does that sound?" Parker mumbled with his nose in Evan's crotch. "Are you in the mood for a friggin pig?"
"Of course, would you like an order of fries to go with that?" came a giggling reply from Evan, pushing his junk closer to Parker's face. He recognized that Parker was open to wild sex. All he needed was to cooperate, and being a willing slut, made everything painlessly easy.
Parker flipped him over face down pulling his legs to the floor, leaving the upper portion of his body still on the bed. There, Evan's smooth cheeky butt invited Parker to molest a very willing companion.
"Oh damn, what do we have here? I should use big boy words for a butt like this," Parker joked being a jerk, Evan added to his comments, trying to sound cool, however, it wasn't working well at all, so it stopped immediately.
Ethan's thoughts blended into the background of his mind dominated by his nakedness. To deny Parker pleasure is naïve, there was no way he would do that. The silliness was over for now. It was time for genuine lust and hot breathing in order to satisfy his driven need for men. – nice going!
Parker controlled the moment with his lips nestled against Evan's smooth ass cheeks. It felt so good when he fingered Evan's hole, licking and getting it wet. He pushed his lips against his ass like a hungry wolf. He was concentrating on opening wider that little hole to accommodate some towering cock meat. That hole is where his cock wanted to go.
He finger fucked Evan and then licked his finger. A couple of times he brought the same finger to Evan's mouth and he licked it too. They were now being dirty just the way Parker had planned all along.
Parker knowing all too well, he would soon give up his load, to fill the warm darkness in Evan's butt, began talking.
"I'm fucking you man – fucking you hard, deep and side to side. You knew all along, that we would get around to this. Good hole you have there, you're the whore I hoped you would be." He rambled on without stopping.
Parker's cock would come almost out of Evan and return quickly fucking with nasty but striking rhythm. Am I mistaken - you are a slut?" he commented, while his balls slapped against the cheeks of Evan's ass.
"Use me – use me, I am loving it, however, nothing violent. Nasty I can take, words, I can handle, and body cum and juices can be showered away. Just remember, my turn is next, and your body will belong to me," rambled Evan anxious to relive a moment with him, being top dog.
Evan was not a whore; however, he was popular and knew a great deal of bedroom tricks. He loved fucking and in most cases, a top. What he completely enjoyed however was cum. Yep, he was a cock and ball pig.
There was so much emphasis placed on fucking that men forgot how rewarding a good, (no, make that, excellent) a blowjob could be. Evan believed he was excellent, learning from two old queens who had him daily for lunch during his teen-age years. It was not the worst of times then, only the best.
Parker was now fucking him slowly trying to hold off the inevitable climax. It was nearly impossible, even though he stopped talking and concentrated on pussy, and then it happened. It felt like Gettysburg shooting off a swollen cannon, pouring a sticky load of ball juice, drowning Evan's hole in cock cream.
"OMG man, that came from my toes. You have an extraordinary body built for a muscle strain moment. I was tempted to call you `BABY. But, I don't call men baby," confessed Parker.
"No, you just call them whores!"
"I guess that's right. I like `whore' better, it has warmth to it."
"Don't laugh, cause I like it too? It has a sense of popularity to it. I'm not too crazy about the word slut', although they are pretty much the same thing."
Parker stayed on top of Evan kissing whatever part of his neck or face he could reach. His cock had gone soft and slipped from Evan's rectum. It was wet, slimy with juice and spent cum. He stretched out next to Evan asking for the towel on the chair near him. He wanted to clean and dry his messy crotch.
Evan grabbed the towel but didn't give it to Parker. Instead he began licking Parker' cock, cleaning him using his tongue and wiping his mouth after taking several licks.
"Fuck Evan, you are slurping your own nutt and licking away your ass juice. Good man – now that's what I call a prince of a slut." Growled Parker, enjoying the tongue bath that he never expected.
"I tend to get lost in the moment with a real man and it's all good. I would not do that with a fruity bar queen faggot. I will fuck them silly, and then throw them the hell out, unless they are really gorgeous – who knows?"
"I get the picture and it sounds like you use people."
"Pretty much." Evan replied.
"Does that include me?"
"I would like to say, `Pretty Much,' but I can't. You are a real man and much too good to be thrown back to the wolves."
"Thanks for that, however, I would like to say that you are still a whore."
"Okay."
"That's it – just okay?"
"It sounds `bout right to me. That way I don't shock people, when they see I'm a real faggot," agreed Evan.
Evan got up from the bed, for the bathroom. He unloaded cum from his body into the toilet bowl, took a fast, (really quick) rinse off in the shower, returning wearing a white towel, all in a few minutes.
Parker passed him in the doorway. He was going to wash off quickly also in the shower. Evan stopped him, trying to take him back to the bedroom.
"Jesus man, I gotta take a piss. Don't tell me you want that too. He could only imagine what Evan wanted to do to him."
Evan shook his head saying – "just hurry up."
Parker took a long piss and quickly rinsed his cock in the bathroom sink. He figured Evan wanted him au natural.
Back on the bed, Parker reclined on his back as if sacrificing himself to a hungry gay lover. He was becoming aroused again looking at Evan's naked body towering over him with lust pouring out of him.
Evan curved himself next to him, taking Parker's gruff face into his two hands kissing him lovingly and meaning it. They embraced allowing Evan to nibble on Parker's chest hair and lick the fuzz on his stomach. He raised Parker' arm and licked his armpit, followed by really sucking and chewing the hair under his arms. It was titillating and Parker went wild loving the feeling, it gave his body an erotic sensation, and he liked it.
It didn't take long for Evan to get his face in Parker's crotch. He licked everything he found there. After running his tongue through pubic hair getting it wet, he gobbled up as much cock as possible getting it down his throat.
Parker was pitch hard once again, and it was not comfortable swallowing a swollen cannon cock, however Evan gave it a go.
Parker using both hands, tried to control Evan's head. He wanted him to stay in one spot a bit longer. Evan, however, had other plans and moved around as if searching for food. He licked Parker's balls, after rubbing his nose in his crotch, getting Parker's smell on his own face.
He gobbled (but carefully) Parker's junk, getting one ball at a time in his mouth. His mouth was warm with saliva allowing Parker to moan like a kitten from pure pleasure.
"Fuck, you are a dirty boy. What else have you got in your slutty mind of faggot tricks?" He mumbled, not caring how he spoke any longer. The game turned smokin hot, at least, `hot' in Parker' mind. "You're fucking good at doing this," he mumbled.
"You can't fake delicious," Evan agreed.
"I guess that's the truth, I feel hot off the grill, and don't know what to say."
"Nobody ever got in trouble for saying nothing. I'm fucking you daddy."
Evan didn't realize at the time that Parker was truly a bottom, loving cock deep inside, massaging his prostate in order to make him cum.
Evan being stronger than he looked, place Parker's hairy legs in the air holding them up to his chest. Parker was definitely a man, and Evan was definitely a gay stud. This was indeed a salad in the making.
Evan's lips went directly to Parker's crack with no foreplay poking or prodding. His tongue found the "out-hole" that Evan was about to use as an "in-hole" for his cock. He tongue fucked Parker for all he was worth.
"Fuck, I love that. – oh yeah, I just love it." Parker moaned showing his true colors. For sure, he was a bottom fucker.
Evan had Parker's butt wet with spit and saliva. He kept spitting in his hole and pushing his amigo meat inside getting for himself a tight fuck.
"How's that daddy fuck?" whispered Evan, trying to talk erotic and still dirty? He like what he was doing. A few more strokes and Evan shot warm cum, (returning the favor) into Parker's sweaty, full of flavor, bottom hole.
After showering, and finally having breakfast, Parker had to leave, this time for real.
"I'm glad this worked out. You are clearly a stud. Gay as shit, but a stud nevertheless," slurped Parker finishing his cup of coffee.
"Can I see you again," asked Evan?
"I don't think so, my wife and kids wouldn't like it," exclaimed Parker.
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