"Oh yeah," he heard from above; "I'm gonna take your underwear off and eat that ass, alright?"
"Do it," the smaller of the two demanded, pushing his ass closer. First he felt his sweatpants sliding, the flannel fabric dragging down his cheeks feeling like a hundred feathers. Next came his boxers, and then, a coo of approval from tonight's impromptu company. He shuddered in anticipation of the sensation he was about to get.
The delivery guy put two cool fingers against his hole and gently, ever so gently prodded. He rubbed in a circular motion: the feeling was a gentle twinge that he could spend forever experiencing. But he would trade it all for the feeling that followed: a hot swipe against his exposed hole, and the tingling that demanded to be noticed.
"Oh my god," Stephen murmured, his voice climbing up his register. His guest was aggressive, insistent, but attentive, licking at him and sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Next, he felt his bottoms being pulled down further, and his guest reaching between his thighs and taking a hold of his short, heavy dick. Immediately, he slicked up, being milked. The delivery guy's gentle vertical motion was driving him insane. He was dripping more than he normally did when just jacked off.
"You taste so, so good," the delivery guy mumbled from where he was, licking from the tip of Stephen's cock to his hole. His host groaned and gripped the sheets underneath them both; meanwhile, he had managed to undo his belt and let himself free. When Stephen turned to look curiously at his cock, his eyes nearly boggled out of his head. Six, maybe seven inches of dark, fuzzy cock that was half as thick as a wrist flopped out of those shorts and hit his foot with a heavy thud. What a fucking sight.
Delivery guy continued his attack on Stephen's ass, framing his face between those pert cheeks, soft as cake bread. Easy, aroused moans dripped into the air, and clothes kept getting pulled off until eventually, the two of them were sweat-sheen naked. He explored Stephen's soft body with his eyes when he flipped him back over; his pink-headed dick reached right up to his pubic mound, where his leaking precum pooled in the rolls underneath his belly. He inhaled deeply.
Stephen stared up at this towering man, his eyes lost in the darkness and a haze that clouded them, and made his cheeks burn rose. "Sit on my chest," he told him as he stroked his guest's furry thighs; a move that made the huge man sigh, and his thighs quake. "I wanna suck your cock." And he complied, scooting up and up his body until the red tip crowning his brown shaft could touch the man's sable-coloured lips.
The delivery guy threw his head back and groaned as he felt the first tentative lick on his cock head, then Stephen's lips fully closing around the first two inches or so. His mouth was hot as the rest of him, hot as the air their combined body heat affected.
"Fuck my face," Stephen mumbled in between thrusts, letting go only for air. And he obliged, leaning forward somewhat and anchoring himself on the headboard as he levered his heavy body over the smaller man. The bed squeaked its violent protest. At this awkward position, Stephen could only fit half of his cock in his mouth, and accepted that much with the delivery guy's deliberately measured in-and-out motions.
"This is so amazing," he groaned, his dick twitching in the receiving mouth. "This is fucking amazing, I don't want to cum yet." Yet his host only pushed his head up more, taking more of that shaft down his hot, willing throat. He held it there for a few seconds, rolling the thickness of it on his tongue. He groaned, the encroaching feeling of orgasm threatening to bowl him over.
"It's okay if you cum," was the reply, finally, punctuated by a lingering lick from the base of his shaft to his crown. He jacked him off; the air filled with that telltale slap! noise. The larger man shuddered, a motion that ground his knees into the mattress below him. "I want you to cum in my mouth," Stephen continued, still milking him. "I want your cum. Please. Please..."
"You're so fucking cute," delivery guy groaned, grabbing his dick by the base and tapping it on his host's plump red lips. "You want me to shoot in your fucking mouth?" Stephen replied with a long lick on the underside of his guest's dick. "Fuck yeah. I'm gonna shoot in your fucking mouth."
Cock already slick with saliva and precum that kept on flowing, the delivery guy dropped all his notions of slowness, and furiously beat his dick in his host's face. Stephen pushed himself up, his battered mouth wide open and ready to receive. His tongue darted out, lapping at the head of his guest's dick, which elicited a groan out of him.
The larger man's "here it is" was pressed between his control and his orgasm, and when he came, he shot hard. Three good white-hot ropes of cum jetted out of his dick, and made streaks across his host's face and headboard. The aftershock of three weaker pumps all caught in the smaller man's mouth, and he closed his lips around the shaft that twitched with his fading, but still-going orgasm. Eventually, he eased up enough to slide back down his host's soft, dusky brown body, and lie beside him.
Stephen was using his discarded shirt to wipe at his face when the big delivery guy reached over to assist. When he could open his eyes, he realized how actually dark it was; stretching his arm out, he turned on his lamp. His guest reeled; the sudden light was a flash in both their eyes.
"Ah, sorry." Stephen put a hand on the other man's forearm. "Should've warned you."
"It's alright," was the reply. He settled with keeping his eyes shut for the time being, but a smile rested on his face and poked long dimples into his cheeks. Stephen took the sight of him in. Maybe it was the post-orgasm come-down, but he found the bigger man...cute, resting like this.
He took stock of the whorls of hair on his arms, his chest. The couple of tattoos he had; some faded, some still strongly black as if he'd gotten them within the year. He looked tough. He fucked tough, too. Stephen reached over to stroke his chest...and thought better of it at the last second.
Eventually, after moments of lying there with only ambient noise to fill the silence, the delivery guy could open his eyes. He looked up at his host, whose eyes were trained on his, and a smile to accompany them. A somewhat awkward one; nobody ever quite knew what to do after an encounter you only see in porn.
"That was really hot," Stephen finally said, tentatively reaching over and tracing a line down his guest's chest. "You're really fun to do it with."
"Thanks brother, you are too." In his deeply-dimpled smile was sincerity. "Are you--I mean, you have to, I gotta go, right?" The question was clear on the larger man's face, making him wide-eyed. Despite himself, a flutter rose in Stephen's chest.
"I...I mean, I'd like it if you stayed for a bit," he admitted; "since you were done and you weren't busy, I mean...." A smile touched his round cheeks. "I thought we could fool around some more."
The pizza delivery guy propped himself up on an elbow, and leaned down. Again, they met halfway, a more chaste kiss amongst their shared nudity. "Fuck, yeah," he replied. "Fuck yeah. Do you mind if I use the bathroom, though?"
"Not at all." Stephen pulled himself back up and was vertical, but the room swam around him, colours and heat all stirring. In a flash, his guest was already reaching for his clothes. In a moment, he had put them back on, and it seemed as if nothing had happened, save for his short hair looked tossed and pulled at.
The taller man turned, the valleys on either side of his smile shaded in by the shadows the bedside light created. "Be right back," he told him, with honesty in his tone, before he turned on his heel and was back out in the hallway. As Stephen watched him go, he lay back down in bed. This night is not even close to being done, he mused to nobody but his messed-up sheets.
In the lamplight, Stephen could finally fish around for his clothes. His bed and immediate surroundings were a mess, but everything else was in order; all his books were on their shelves and his desk looked neat enough to have people see it. Although he wasn't sure how much his guest cared about how his room looked.
He reached down and slipped his underwear back on, and after a second's thought, he left his flannel bottoms on the floor. And after another second's thought, he looked around in the bottom drawer of his dresser where, yes, he still had those condoms he'd taken from the pop-in men's health clinic that pulled into his area every once in a while. Ambitiously, he had grabbed a roll of about twelve. And his gambit paid off; he was down to four now.
He took a couple off, and a bottle of lube. Turning off his lamp, he headed back out into the living room, where the TV was still on, and he changed the channel, dreadfully tired of the show he'd been on earlier. In between the sounds of channel surfing, he heard the downstairs front door open and close, and heavy footfalls start to come up the stairs. He smiled to himself, leaving his materials on the coffee table and watching the doorway.
