Six large pizzas within the hour. Round one of drinks on the way. It was obvious everyone was much more relaxed now that they didn't have to travel home. The silver tray had been passed again, drinks were in hand. Even though it was evening now the summer heat was still warm and no one made a move to dress. It wasn't half an hour later when round two was ordered. I loved waiting on these guys and they had given me more than any of them would ever realize.
When I brought the drinks out they were back to joking and talking again and it was a scene from a fantasy movie. I captured every memory for the future. What a hot group of men, Granddad and Steve leading the pack. Then, as scheduled, the doorbell rang and I went to greet the delivery boy, grabbing cash and shorts on the way. As I passed through the living room I realized how fucking stupid the shorts were and tossed them on the couch.
I opened the door and I don't know who was shocked more – me or the delivery boy!
He was the first to speak, "We're you expectin this?"
"Pizza yeah," I replied.
"Must be some party," he said.
"Not yet, just getting started."
"Well, sure smells like it's goin good," he said taking a whiff of the pot filled air.
I said, "Hold on," and ran into the kitchen. I grabbed a fat joint matches and ran back to the door. He had set the pizzas down and I lit the joint passing it to him.
He took a long whiff. My guess was he was about 60 and did this in his retirement. Dark complected he towered over me, about 6'4" salt and pepper military flat top and a thick matching stache.
The man obviously knew how to smoke and dragged back long and deep. I didn't give a fuck about the pizza.
"I was expecting a delivery boy," I said to him.
"Yeah well he fucked off tonight and owners do whatever it takes to get through."
He was the owner of the pizza shop, and here he was at my doorstep.
"Well good thing I guess or else I wouldn't have been able to treat you to that," I said taking the joint from him.
"Too bad I can't join the party."
"What time you get off man?" I asked.
"Open til 1 kid."
"Ok, here's the deal," I told him, "don't ring just come around the side to the back I'll meet you. And don't worry, there's lots more of this," I said handing him back the weed.
"Deal," he answered taking the wad of cash and leaving.
I took the six pizzas to the deck and opened the boxes. Between the heat, the beer and the weed they devoured all of them in record speed.
Everyone was still naked in their boots only when we moved inside. Silver tray in hand. If my dad could see what was going on he would have died. His crew naked romping through our house smoking dope with his father leading the way.
We had four bedrooms so that meant two guys to a room. Four of the guys were pretty wasted and headed off to crash. That left Mitch, Steve, Granddad and me in the livingroom. It was only 10 o'clock but it had been a heavy hard of drinking and smoking.
As we went down the hallway towards the bedroom I was speechless when Mitch followed Granddad into the master bedroom. They were the first two in line but we had just assumed.
Putting his inked hand on my shoulder Steve said, "Well kid that leaves us, lead the way."
I was fucking terrified and wanted another round with Granddad but knew that would have to wait. When we got in the room Steve closed the door behind us and locked it. He immediately sat on the side of my bed and started taking his boots off. I followed his lead.
He opened his hand to reveal several more joints and lit one up. Passing it back and forth he said the day certainly had been relaxing and very interesting from his viewpoint.
I took the joint just watching his movements and not knowing what to expect. He laid on the bed on top of the covers naked now that his boots were off. I was mesmerized by his tattoos that covered practically every inch of his very well toned physique. His long sweaty hair, beard and moustache added to the hippy biker look and I had to admit smoking up next to this straight fucker was a big turn on.
I joined him laying on top of the sheets. Even though I had removed my boots my thick stel cock ring still shone from the dimmed light overhead. While I tried no to stare directly I could feel my cock coming to life. Steve lit the second joint as the first was coming to an end.
"I see this stuff has an affect on you too kid," he said looking right at my growing cock.
"Sorry, yeah I guess it does," I answered back.
"Nothin to be sorry for especially after what I saw today."
"Oh yeah um that was well, I'm sorry about that I guess I did go a little too far."
"No way, it was fucking hot Jimmy, never saw a guy eat my load and drink my piss and let me tell ya to see ya devourin that cock was something wild too."
"I thought you weren't into that kind thing," I said somewhat inquisitively.
"I'm not," he firmly said, "but I don't mind feedin ya and why'd ya think I made sure I was behind ya comin down the hall," he said.
"Oh, I just…." Then his hand reached down and started stroking his cock. It came to life quicker than any meat I had ever seen.
The sight of a tattooed cock fascinated me and I could take my eyes off Steve's cock. As I watched he got up on his knees and positioned himself directly over my face.
