THE SURPRISE by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008 written on January 17, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Peter Chastain
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"THE SURPRISE" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
CHAPTER 1 - The supermarket delivery boy
I was totally naked, lying on the small table of my kitchen, my legs raised towards my chest and well spread. Standing just before my ass so offered was Roberto, the nearby supermarket's delivery boy. He, too, was completely naked, and he held his beautiful cock tightly in his hand, about to slip it all inside me, after I had used my lips to unroll a condom onto it and had then prepared my hole with a suitable lubricant.
For months I had wanted a taste of that particular cock, and I was finally going to get it.
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The first time Roberto came to my apartment to deliver the cardboard box with all the provisions I had bought, I felt literally dazzled.
"Couldn't Egidio come for the delivery?" I asked him.
"No, he was dismissed three days ago, and I've replaced him. Here, Signor Manca, would you please check that everything is here and sign this?" he said with a wonderful smile that totally conquered me.
I gave him a five thousand lire tip. He thanked me with another wonderful smile and went out. At once I started to daydream of him.
He was a young man in his thirties, with a beautiful face and a very well built body, about 180 centimeters tall, wide shoulders and narrow waist... and a warm and luminous smile. He had blue eyes shining like topazes, very white and regular teeth, a perfect nose, and lips that seemed to say, "Kiss me, kiss me!" His hair was light brown and softly waved. He wore a shirt and very tight light grey denim trousers, showing off a nice large basket and a small, firm, nice ass.
He was something to make your mouth water, to make an eremite break his vows. He was very different from Egidio, who was a likeable boy, but plump and anything but attractive, despite being just twenty-four.
The following week, as I had been hoping, Roberto came again to my home to deliver my new purchases.
"Where should I put them, Signor Manca?" he asked with a gesture of greeting and a wonderful smile, as I opened the door for him.
"There in the kitchen, thank you. But don't call me Signor Manca; my name is Sandro. I think we can be less formal. We're about the same age, aren't we?"
"Well, as you like... Sandro. But I think you're a bit younger than I. I'm thirty-five."
"I thought you were younger... Anyway I'm twenty-eight."
"I thought you were younger, too."
"Well, thank you. Here, for you..." I said, giving him again a five thousand lire bill.
"You are generous with your tips. You don't need to... anyway, thank you."
I never had given Egidio more than a thousand lire bill as a tip. But Roberto, with his fabulous basket, surely deserved this. Possibly, in my subconscious, that generous tip was a way to be sure he would always be the one who came to deliver my purchases.
I decided I had to try to conquer him at all costs.
The third week, I learned that he wasn't married and didn't even have a girlfriend.
"I don't intend to tie myself to a woman, either,Ó I tossed out in an indifferent tone.
He smiled and nodding said, "A wise decision, Sandro. Women can just give you a lot of trouble."
"And it's easier for men to understand each other," I suggested.
"Well, not always, but at times it is." he said with his usual enchanting smile.
I didn't dare to push it further, for the moment. I didn't want him to react in the wrong way. It was worth taking my time to get to the goal. Even if I would never reach it, I wanted to prolong the time when I could dream of seducing, conquering him.
The following week he looked around and said, "It's nice here at your place. Do you live alone?"
"Yes, alone. I furnished it..."
"You have good taste, I really like it. I live alone, too, but my place isn't as nice as this."
He didn't show signs of leaving, and I thought he might be waiting for the tip, so I handed him the usual five thousand lire bill.
But this time he refused it. "No, Sandro, thank you. Please don't take offense, but I earn a good salary at the supermarket and it isn't fair that, every time I come, you..."
"I would be pleased. You are always very kind towards me, and..."
"It's normal to be kind to those who are kind to us, isn't it? Well, I've got to go now; I have more deliveries to do. See you soon, Sandro."
Ah, the basket between his legs! How I desired that, and more.
The following week, he came later than usual, about seven p.m.
"Sorry I'm so late with the delivery, Sandro. You're the last on my list, so I can go home directly from here."
"Don't you have to go back to the supermarket first?"
"No, the car is mine..."
"Then," I dared say, "you can stay longer. May I offer you an appetizer?"
"Well, Sandro, I don't want to be a nuisance..."
"No, on the contrary, it would be a pleasure," I answered, offering him a seat. "How about a martini?"
"OK, thanks," he said, sitting on the chair, his legs somewhat spread.
"White or red?"
"White, thank you."
"On the rocks or plain?"
"Plain."
"Just the way I like it," I said, pouring it into two glasses. I pushed one toward him and then sat in front of him, so that I could look between his legs without hindrance.
"What do you do for work?" he asked while he was sipping his appetizer.
"I'm a PE teacher in a professional school."
"A nice job, I think. At least you're always in perfect physical shape, right? I've noticed you're really well built."
"You also seem very well built, Roberto..."
"Well, I should exercise more. It's just that when I go back home I'm always tired, so I don't do it. Just think, I even paid the fees for a gym, but I almost never go. I guess I wasted my money."
"Listen, Roberto, why don't you stay here with me for supper? You're alone, I'm alone... at least we can have a nice chat," I added, trying to say it in the most casual tone possible.
"Thank you, but today I really cannot. Maybe next time... I really want to."
He started to come always at the end of his route, and each time he stopped for a while to chat with me. I couldn't take a decisive step to reveal what was in my heart, so I went on beating around the bush. He neither encouraged me nor opened a glimmer that could make me understand or hope.
And I desired him more and more.
One evening, he finally agreed to stay for supper. I prepared for him my choicest dishes, trying to make an impression. He ate the food with gusto; I would have liked to eat him. After supper, I suggested watching a movie on my video recorder. I asked him to choose from "My Beautiful Laundrette", "Commando," and "Blue Lagoon", hoping he would pick the first one. He chose "Blue Lagoon".
At the end of the movie he commented, "They chose a handsome boy for the main character. On the other hand, she seemed rather insipid."
"Yes, I agree. I liked the scene where he masturbates, didn't you?"
"Yes, quite realistic. But who knows if the boy was really doing it? The actor, I mean."
"I don't think so. We couldn't really see it; we just guessed what he was doing."
"In your classes, you have only boys, right?"
"Of course. The girls have a lady teacher."
"Yes, exactly as it was in my time. Afterwards, we all showered together, naked. At that age, we got a lot of hard-ons," Roberto said with a giggle.
I should have seized the opportunity, but no reasonable quip or witticism came to my mind, so I said nothing.
He went on, "Some things never change. Do your students ever throw wood?"
"Yes, of course, but as a teacher I have to pretend not to notice: it would make them feel embarrassed."
"I was never embarrassed, with my friends or my teachers. I was damn proud of my erections. Hey, I was a precocious boy, well developed."
This time a quip came at once into my mind. "Oh, I can see you are well developed there," I said winking towards his basket.
He laughed, and opened his legs a little more. It was a really small movement, but unmistakeable.
But then he changed the subject, and the evening ended.
A couple of weeks later, after he put my purchases as usual in the kitchen, he asked me where the toilet was. I showed him. He entered and closed the door. Instead of going back to the kitchen, I knelt in front of the keyhole and spied inside.
I could see his hands busy opening his fly. He took out a cock that was worth a tale in ÒOne Thousand and One NightsÓ, took it in his hand, and aimed the jet into the bowl. Unhappily, his hand hid it almost completely. But when he was done he shook it, and while he was putting it back I caught another good, even if short, look. I hurriedly stood up and, without making any noise, went back to the kitchen. My heart was racing.
He came into the kitchen. "I see you don't have a bath tub, only a shower," he said, sitting again near the table.
"Yes, I like the shower better; it's cleaner and more pleasant, in my opinion."
"Yes. I have only a short tub, the kind you have to sit in. It's not so good, you know."
"Sometime, if you'd like a nice shower when you get off work, you can come here and use mine," I suggested, full of hope.
"Thank you," he said. "Who knows, maybe sometime I will."
He always had that nice, visible basket. He always sat with his legs somewhat spread, and my mouth was always watering. Why, I would ask myself, didn't I just kneel between his legs and ask him to let me give him head?
Maybe it was because I feared he would give me a punch and stop coming to my home.
Again, I invited him to come for supper. He accepted and this time brought a tray of pastries.
"You shouldn't have bothered," I said.
"Well, I'm a bit of a glutton, so I need an excuse to take my fill, once in a while," he said with a winning smile.
While we were eating, at the table, a piece of pepper in oil fell into his lap.
"Oh shit, I've made a mess!" he said, trying to clean his trousers with a napkin.
"It's nothing to worry about. Wait a moment. I'll get some stain remover and we'll fix the problem."
I went to the bathroom and came back with a bottle of stain remover.
"You know how to use it?" I asked him.
"No, I never have."
"I'll explain."
"Wouldn't it be simpler if you apply it?" he asked, with the most natural tone of this world.
"As you like," I answered, a little excited, and knelt near him.
Roberto turned towards me, spread his legs and showed me the stain, exactly at the center of the swelling that I so often admired. When I started to spread the liquid, my hand was almost trembling. Quietly, he let me do it, and I went on rubbing the pad on that nice swelling, thinking that I would rather rub it with my fingers or even my tongue.
Maybe I used too much or rubbed there too much. The liquid passed through the cloth and reached his genitals. He jumped up, almost making the bottle fly out of my hand.
Agitated, he said, "Shit! It's burning! Oh shit... what is that?"
"Oh god, trichloroethylene I think, but I'm not sure... I didn't think it could... forgive me!"
"Shit, it burns! Sorry, I have to pull off my trousers, I can't stand it!" Without waiting for my answer, he opened his fly and lowered the pants together with his briefs with a sharp push, standing in front of me with his cock unveiled and half erect.
When he noticed the direction of my eyes he looked at himself and, giggling, said, "Sorry, Sandro, I hope you are not scandalized, but... the burning's made it almost hard."
"I see... Sorry! Is it still burning?"
"A little... Maybe I should wash it..."
"Wait, I'll give you some hygienic wipes, soaked in a cleansing solution."
I ran into the bathroom and came back with the can in my hands. His dick was now hard and straight like a spindle.
I don't know where I found the courage, but I asked him, "Do you want me to clean it?"
He looked at me straight in the eyes, somewhat surprised, but said, "Yes, thank you... I've never used these. You know how, don't you?"
Trembling with emotion, I knelt in front of him, took a tissue out of the can, and, with an apology, took his prodigious pole in one hand. With the other I gently rubbed the wet tissue over it.
It was firm, turgid and hard, yet agreeably soft in my hand. It was like a dream. I felt my cock starting to push insistently inside my briefs.
"How is it going?" I asked him, just to break the embarrassing silence.
"A little better... but it still burns a bit."
"Wait, maybe I should rub it with another tissue," I said. I grabbed another tissue and continued, as gently as I could, to wash the skin of his beautiful dick.
His tool was about twenty-two or twenty-three centimeters long and was straight, smooth and cut. I could feel it quiver on my hand. God, what an emotion!
"Am I hurting you?" I asked.
"No, no... you have such delicate hands, and I'm starting to feel less pain, but... it could be better if you go on with those tissues." His cock gave a small throb in my hand.
"You are circumcised. Why?" I asked him.
"A phimosis when I was a kid. I was not able to pull down the skin to clean it well and... each time I beat it, it was really painful," he explained with a giggle.
"Did you do that a lot?" I asked him, as I gently rubbed and cleaned it.
"Well, yes... um, actually, I still do. When one is alone, you know how it is," he answered. His dick gave another short throb.
At that point I finally made up my mind. I put away the tissue without removing my hand from under that splendid rod. I put the other hand on it, almost like making a sandwich, pushed my head forward, and started gently to lick its swollen tip, big and smooth, which jutted out of my hands. The dick gave a start, but he didn't withdraw or utter a word.
Encouraged by his lack of reaction, but with my heart beating like a bass drum, I parted my lips and took it into my mouth. I pulled away my hands, and then he slowly started to push his pelvis forward, making his tool slip entirely into my mouth. I was radiant and so excited that I risked coming in my trousers.
I started to lavish on him one of the best head jobs of my life, with all my skill and devotion. While my lips were moving back and forth on that wonderful meat column, I sucked it, moving my tongue to tease it. With one hand I caressed his big balls while with the other I caressed his buttocks.
After a while he accelerated his rhythm, put his hands on my head, keeping it still, and started to fuck my mouth with a short waving of his pelvis. I was in my seventh heaven. Suddenly, I felt him stiffen, he pushed it into my throat. I felt it vibrate in my mouth and against my tongue and felt the flood wave rise and overflow, and I became intoxicated with his smooth liqueur, drinking it all with big, greedy gulps.
When I became aware that his orgasm was over, I kept it in my mouth, sucking out the last drops, as his marvellous dick slowly resumed its resting size. He then slipped it out. I took another tissue and carefully cleaned it. Then I stood up.
Our eyes met, and I asked him, "Did you enjoy it, Roberto?"
He cunningly smiled, tidied his underpants and trousers and said, "The stain cleaner didn't burn me at all. I just... I just hoped something like this could happen."
I burst in laughter and said, "Well, then, now that I know you like it, we'll make this happen more often, without needing to find pretexts."
"Wonderful. But, did you enjoy it, Sandro?"
"Oh, yes! I've wanted it since the first day I saw you."
"I guessed that. I had this feeling but wasn't certain. Anyway, it took you a long time to make up your mind!"
So, the next time he came to my home, I asked him directly, "Listen, Roberto, what would you think of getting totally naked, so you can put it in my ass?"
His eyes shone and as an answer he put down the parcels of things I had purchased and at once started to undress, right there in the kitchen. I was going to take him to my bedroom, but then I thought it would be hotter if he took me where we were. I undressed, too, and sucked his tool for a while.
I then took the condom I had already prepared and, using only my mouth and lips, unrolled it all onto his beautiful turgid pole. I then lay down on my back on the kitchen table, offering myself to his penetration. He was there, strongly aroused, ready to take me.
I pulled my legs to the sides of my chest, offering him my ass: I longed to feel all of his already well hard, wonderful tool inside me. He smiled at me.
"You're really dying for it, aren't you?" he asked with a sly expression.
"Why, aren't you too?" I retorted.
"Certainly I am, as much as you! You have a beautiful body and a wonderful nice ass... I'm longing to taste it."
"Busy yourself, then," I encouraged him.
He drew nearer to me, standing in front of the small ass that I offered him. Grasping his member with his hand, he put it onto my shuddering hole, seized me at the waist and pushed it inside with such a strong push that the table moved back. Still keeping me at the waist, he gave a second stroke, and then a third one, until his balls strongly slapped against my buttocks. He became still for a moment, looked at me with a pleased smile, and finally started to hammer vigorously inside me.
I was trembling with excitement. I seldom had been taken with such impetuosity and ardour, by such a cock, in such an agreeable way! Clearly, he was skilled in the art of fucking an ass: this couldn't have been the first time he had done it. I didn't know, nor did I care at all, if before me he had fucked men's or women's asses. The important things were that he was doing it to me and that he was doing it well.
I normally like being both a top and a bottom, but I was game, even if he was always a top. He was a young stud bull, and he clearly enjoyed taking me. We both punctuated his lunges with hoarse moans of pleasure.
The doorbell rang.
ÒAre you expecting somebody?Ó he asked, stopping his pushes.
ÒNo, don't stop! I'm not answering it,Ó I said, with urgency in my voice.
He didn't need much encouragement. With a conspiratorial smile, he resumed fucking me with gusto. I was in heaven. I'd found a guy who wasn't just beautiful, but also really good at doing it. All his chest muscles were darting with each push he gave me. Just looking at him was a great show, very erotic.
The doorbell rang again, this time more insistently, but happily Roberto went on hammering inside me, undeterred, with a reciprocal, strong gusto. When, at last, we both were coming, the bell rang once more, and for a long time. Roberto unloaded inside me, squeezing my nipples, while my spurts sprayed my chest and some drops landed even on my face and beyond it.
ÒFucking hell, Sandro, what an orgasm!Ó he said while slipping out of me, panting and satisfied.
ÒHell, yes!Ó I answered, with a smile.
I jumped off the table and took a clean dishcloth to clean my seed off of me.
ÒI don't know if I like your mouth or your ass better,Ó he said while he was starting to dress again.
ÒWell, you can have both of them any time you like, Roberto. Completely at your disposal.Ó
ÒWonderful. You are the most arousing man I've ever fucked,Ó he said, pulling me to him and deeply kissing me in the mouth.
The doorbell rang again.
ÒWho the fucking shit can that be, at this hour?Ó I said, dressing myself.
ÒWell, it's only eight in the evening. Aren't you expecting anybody?Ó
ÒNobody! No friends or relatives, or even lovers!Ó
ÒWell, I'm leaving, anyway. Will we meet next week?Ó
ÒYes! I'll expect you,Ó I said, seeing him to the door.
Again, he kissed me on the mouth. When I finally opened the door to let him go, I found before me my sister's two sons, Marco and Andrea.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2
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