The Pizza Boy Always Rings Twice
By Keegan Kennedy
Published by Kennedy-Empire Media
Copyright 2012
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The Pizza Boy Always Rings Twice
I had been chatting online with BaseballJock19 on Grindr for almost a week, and the boy sounded like a hot little fuck.
His name was Jake, and he was nineteen—around the perfect age that I liked my boys. According to the multiple face and body shots that he had shared, Jake had a blond buzz cut with baby blue eyes and a great smile. Jake was 5’9, weighed 150 pounds, and was stacked with lean muscle. He had a tapered waist and a sweet bubble butt. He had a smooth body and was a total bottom boy. The cherry on the ice cream sundae was that he was also submissive. Jake liked to be told what to do by an older top man and he’d found one in me.
My last submissive had been transferred due to his job and had left town almost a year ago, so I was in desperate need of a new boy to call my own. Out of frustration, I’d been ready sign off all my phone apps when Jake had sent me his original message on Grindr.
What truly got me off was telling boys what to do and how to do it. Nothing got my big cock harder than ordering younger guys to lick me from head to toe while teaching them how to take care of my thick, nine-inch cock with their wet mouths and their sweet, tight asses. And Jake seemed like the perfect boy to do all of that and more.
Over the days of conversation, the boy had also revealed some of his other interests, including… spanking, bondage, role-play and guys with big feet. I was game for all of the above and wore size fourteens. Another thing that appealed to me about Jake was that he was closeted, and how he was searching for a hot slightly older guy just like me to thoroughly explore his submissive side.
About me... Standing at six, three, I was thirty-eight. With broad shoulders, seventeen-inch guns with veins running down each bicep, cut triceps, and strong legs, I had short brown hair, a hairy chest, and a handsome mug.
By day, I was an investment banker, but by night, I was a boy hunter. I held a highly placed position in a private equity management company in Memphis, Tennessee. I guess you could say that I had authority both in the boardroom and the bedroom.
My romance with Jake had been a whirlwind, modern-day courtship, which had primarily consisted of online chatting, picture swapping, and constant texts. All week long, I had a smile on my face and a partial erection in my pants. I found myself checking my phone and email as often as I could at work, hoping to have a hot, sexy text from Jake waiting for me.
I was hooked.
I wanted so badly to talk to the boy… I wanted to hear his deep voice while we talked about how he would worship my body. Alas, Jake had told me that he shared an apartment with two other guys from his college baseball team and that they were both straight. That excuse seemed to go along with his story, so I hadn’t questioned it. Although, on several occasions, I had suggested that he sneak out to his car or somewhere private to call me, but he’d always made excuses. That had been frustrating, but I hadn’t wanted to be too demanding… not just yet.
Regardless, Jake knew exactly what to say in his texts and emails. He had described in detail how he wanted to lick my body, starting with my size fourteens. He talked about sucking my cock, licking my bull balls, and even licking my ass. And how he wanted to take my cock into his tight ass…
I was all about it.
On Thursday, I’d almost cum without touching myself when Jake revealed via text that he currently played baseball for none other than the University of Memphis. It wasn’t only my favorite school, but it was also my Alma Mater. Jake just kept getting better and better…
Naturally, I visited the U of M Athletics website and located the team’s picture. I scanned the team photo over and over, but I couldn’t find Jake’s Abercrombie & Fitch face staring back at me anywhere. In addition to the pics that he’d sent of his bubble butt in the straps of his jockstrap, I had multiple face and body shots of Jake, so I figured I would recognize him anywhere, but he was conspicuously absent.
Next, I’d scanned all the boy’s names. Out of the forty players, five were named Jake. I traced each name back to the player in the corresponding picture, but none matched the gorgeous boy that I’d been talking to all week.
I was confused. Where the hell was he?
I had wanted to ask him about it. In fact, I had to talk myself out of it several times. After all, Jake was damn near perfect, and I didn’t want to scare him off by seeming stalkerish, so I kept my tongue and the conversations continued.
We finally agreed to meet in public on Saturday afternoon. I was so excited about finally getting my hands on him that I could hardly sleep the night before. We decided to meet in the parking lot behind Chili’s on Germantown Parkway at exactly 2:00 pm.
I was definitely stoked about this. I had every confidence that this was going to be the start of something incredible.
While putting on my tan Cole Haan loafers with no socks, my khaki shorts, and a black polo, I had to admit that I was a little nervous.
What if the kid chickened out and didn’t show? What if he thought I looked too old?
I was only 38, but you never know how chemistry will go... He was nineteen and sometimes boys his age could be flaky.
I jumped into my Jeep with the top down and put on my sunglasses. It was mid-April in Memphis, and the afternoon temperature sat comfortably in the 80’s.
I arrived at the designated meeting place to find that Jake wasn’t there yet, but I was three minutes early. He’d told me that he drove a blue and gray Ford F-150, so I was keeping my eyes peeled for any truck matching that description.
My mouth was dry. My heart was thumping in my chest. And my nine inches was already hard and straining against my Polo boxer briefs. I checked my face in the mirror one last time, and I also checked my teeth.
I hadn’t noticed that an old 1970’s Chevy van with a lift at the side door had pulled in three spaces over from me.
When my eyes focused back on my surroundings, I heard the sliding door to the van open and the lift rising. I glanced over absently and then back toward the road. I heard the loud clacking of metal as the sounds of a motorized chair or a Rascal rolled onto the lift. Then I listened as the driver began lowering the lift to the concrete.
I looked over to my left again and spotted the occupant of the motorized chair. He looked to be about fifty or so. He had greasy, long brown hair and was at least four hundred pounds. He was wearing a blue and orange mu-mu, and full make-up covered a scruffy face. He had visibly flaky skin which appeared to be a nasty case of psoriasis. I recalled thinking that he looked like a morbidly obese, shut-in drag queen.
Maneuvering the chair with his right hand, the guy drove the cart toward my Jeep.
“My stars and garters!” the obese man squealed in an exaggerated Southern accent. “Is that you, Hunter?”
My mouth dropped open, and my cock quickly deflated.
“You’re Jake?!” I asked incredulously.
“Jake?” the man questioned momentarily as he rolled closer to my jeep on his Rascal. “Yeah, that’s one of my many aliases on Grindr, but ya can call me Miss Dixie!”
I was stunned. It was as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on me and then slapped my face like twenty times in a row. This creature had totally and purposely misrepresented himself. He was not a hot submissive baseball jock. Instead, this was some homebound liar.
For a moment, I was frozen like a trapped animal. “Are you paralyzed or something?” I finally asked, not sure what to say.
“Naw, nothing like dat. I’m just real fat!” Miss Dixie replied with a hearty laugh. “I love me some McDonalds and some KFC! But my, my, my… It looks like I got me a big ole hunk on my fishing line this time!”
“Hell no, you don’t!” I exclaimed, cranking up my jeep and throwing it into reverse.
Miss Dixie/Jake began screaming and yelling at me. He put his Rascal on high speed and attempted to chase me out of the parking lot. I punched the gas, squealed my tires, and got the fuck out of there.
By the time I got back to the house, I had eighteen texts and several furious voicemails from that hideous troll.
The shy, closeted jock, who had claimed to live with straight roommates and had been unable to talk on the phone, had apparently found his voice. And that voice was now burning up my phone.
I didn’t bother to open a single text. If Miss Dixie kept this up, I was going to have to change my number. I was glad that I hadn’t suggested meeting at my house or had mentioned my address. As agitated as this freak was, Miss Dixie would’ve likely shown up and camped out in front of my house.
I’d been beyond duped. It sickened me to know that my week-long hard-on had been because of that repulsive thing who’d catfished me. Had he honestly thought that I’d let him touch me once he’d been revealed as an obese shut-in and a liar? I mean, the guy clearly didn’t have a shot with me, but I would’ve respected him more if he’d been honest from the start. Instead, that scheming queen had given me blue balls and totally wasted my time.
What sort of twisted game was that Miss Dixie person playing? Had other chumps actually still hooked up with him when he had shown up instead of whatever desirable prize that he had claimed to be?
Pulling into my garage and hitting the remote to close the garage door, I jumped out of my Jeep. I was pissed off, freaked out, and experiencing a whole new level of sexual frustration. In fact, I was so frustrated I wanted to punch the wall of my garage. I quickly realized that would accomplish nothing, so I kept my temper in check.
After storming into the house, I went to the fridge, popped open a beer, and drank half in one gulp. In addition to being pissed off, freaked out, and horny, I was also hungry. After all, Jake and I had planned to have lunch at Chili’s before running off into the sunset together.
Man, I’d been so stupid. I rolled my eyes... I should’ve known there would’ve been some sort of hideous catch because Jake had been too damn perfect.
So it seemed like I was going to spend another Saturday alone—just me, a football game, and a 12-pack of beer. There was one thing missing from that equation and that was a pizza.
Pizza was one of my weaknesses. Of course, it was fattening and extremely unhealthy, but I usually got one every Saturday night. That was one of the many reasons I worked out so much. Five days a week, I lifted weights, did cardio, and ate right. Since I took care of myself for the majority of the week, I figured that my pizza indulgence was my right as a red-blooded, American male.
I didn’t care for the chain brands. They were usually too greasy or tasted like cardboard. I preferred to get my pizzas from a local pizzeria that delivered to my area. So I hit the speed dial on my phone and called Angelo’s Pizza. As usual, I ordered a large, thin crust sausage and mushroom pizza with extra cheese and extra sauce. The bored-sounding girl on the other end of the phone said it would be at my house in half an hour.
I didn’t believe the quoted time, not even for a second. They always ran more like 45 minutes to an hour and that was usually because of the hot pizza delivery boy. From the tag on his chest, his name was Tommy. The kid wasn’t necessarily an asshole, but he was always late and non-apologetic. I figured he was the typical absent-minded teen.
Another thing that seriously pissed me off was that Tommy always rang my doorbell twice in rapid succession. Despite the fact that I’d told him to stop doing it dozens of times, the pizza boy always rang twice, causing my doorbell to stick. He was either pushing my buttons to anger me off or the kid could’ve just been clueless. I could’ve believed either one.
Tommy was a good-looking high school boy with a brown flattop, baby blue eyes, and a muscular chest from what I could tell beneath his tight t-shirts. He was about five, nine—over half a foot shorter than me. When he wore shorts, I couldn’t help but check out his muscled ass and his incredible calves. He was young, and I wasn’t exactly sure how old he actually was. During winter months, I had noted that Tommy wore a football letterman’s jacket from Cordova High.
After I’d take the pizza from the kid and pay him, I’d always lecture him for a moment about ringing my doorbell like he did. His curious eyes always checked out my crotch whether I was wearing jeans, shorts, or dress slacks.
My instincts told me that he wanted my cock, but I wasn’t a 100% sure. Over the last two years, I’d always contained myself because I wasn’t even sure if he was legal. I certainly didn’t want to end up as some sex offender on the Channel 5 News, so I never pushed the envelope with Tommy.
With my feet propped up on the coffee table, I’d killed four beers when my doorbell rang twice in rapid succession. I glanced over at the clock on the wall to see that Tommy was late. It had been an hour and fifteen minutes instead of thirty.
“Fucking kid,” I grumbled, getting up from the couch and storming over to the door. I flung it open to see Tommy standing there with his absent-minded smile.
“Hey, Mister,” he said in his deep voice. “I’m here with your pizza.”
I looked him up and down. Today, Tommy had on a baseball cap, a red form-fitting t-shirt, black nylon shorts, and Nikes.
“What the fuck did I tell ya about ringing my doorbell like that?!” I growled. “And what the hell happened to the thirty-minute delivery time that I was promised?”
He gulped nervously.
The kid was always getting on my nerves, but with the whole Jake/Miss Dixie fiasco, I was already pissed off, frustrated, and starting to get a little buzzed from my quick consumption of the four beers.
“Uh, I’m sorry, Sir,” he offered. “The kitchen got backed up, and I was running late.” He gave me an uneasy smile and handed me the pizza box.
I jerked it out of his hands and tossed it down on the foyer table. “Not good enough!” I thundered.
“Jesus, Mister, I said I was sorry,” the boy countered.
Maybe it was the beer… Perhaps it was my being sexually frustrated over Jake… Or maybe it was because I was sort of getting off on yelling at the kid… But my nine inches suddenly got hard in my khaki shorts, creating a significant bulge.
The boy’s anxious eyes looked down and spotted my crowbar straining against the fabric of my shorts. There was no denying my hard-on. His big blue doe eyes looked back up at me.
“Ya see something you like, kid?”
“Uh,” Tommy stammered, realizing that I’d seen him checking out my package. “Uh… I…”
“How old are you, boy?” I grumbled.
He gulped. “Eighteen.”
“Perfect!” I grabbed his wrist and yanked him into the door. Before he could scream out or call for help, I put my large hand over his mouth. I slammed the front door closed behind us. Still covering his mouth, I wrapped my other arm around his chest. Tommy struggled, but it was no use—I had him.
My hard cock throbbed against his back as I forced him into the living room.
Releasing my grasp from his mouth and chest, I pushed him down onto the carpeted floor.
Terrified, he looked up at me as I towered over him. “What are you doing, Mister?” he yelped, looking around for any potential escape.
“I’ve seen ya checking out my big cock!”
His eyes were wide. He couldn’t deny it.
“You’ve been checking it out for two years, and now it’s time to pay up, kid!”
“I’m sorry, Mister! I promise I won’t do it again! Please, don’t hurt me, Sir!”
A wicked grin came over my face. “I didn’t say you had to stop.”
“Uh, I gotta go,” Tommy said, almost panicked. “They’re gonna be expecting me back!”
“You made me wait 45 minutes extra, so the pizza joint won’t miss you for a few minutes!”
Lying on the carpeted floor, Tommy was spread out before me, propping himself up on his elbows. “What are ya gonna do to me?” he asked with a scared shitless expression on his boyish face.
“Lots of things, kid,” I said, rubbing my dick through my shorts. “You ever take care of a man’s cock before?”
“Uh,” he stammered. “I - uh…”
“Answer me, bitch!”
“Sort of!”
“Elaborate!” I demanded.
“Awe, Sir.” He was freaking out. “I’ve only swapped blowjobs with a couple of buds, but that’s it.”
I bent down and grabbed the nape of his neck. “There won’t be any swapping blowjobs here, boy. You’re the only one here that’s gonna be gagging on cock! Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir,” Tommy whimpered, the baseball cap falling off his head.
“Good boy.” I let go of his neck. I sat down on my couch and propped my feet up on the coffee table in front of me. I grabbed a beer off the end table and took a huge swig. “But to earn a chance at worshipping my cock, you’ve gotta do exactly as I say without question. Do you know what a dominant is, boy?”
“Sort of,” he said with a loud gulp. “Like an Alpha male?”
“You’re in the right ballpark,” I replied. “It also means that I’m the one who gets serviced and gives the orders. It’s your place as a submissive to follow my orders and take care of my needs like a chick would. Do ya understand that?”
“So you want me to be the chick?”
“That’s right, Tommy. To have the privilege of taking care of the cock that you’ve been staring at for the last two years, you’ll do what I tell ya without question!”
He was trembling. “Uh, okay.”
I could feel the wolfish grin on my mug. About to wet himself in the middle of my living room, he was so damn cute “Stand up!”
The boy stood and I studied his V-shape, his broad back, and his chest.
“Take off your shirt!”
It was all surreal, but there was no stopping me. With a beer buzz swirling in my head, I was determined that the pizza boy was going to submit to me.
With his hands shaking, he pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his tapered waist, quarter-sized nipples, and his smooth chest.
“Drop your shirt!”
“Okay, Mister,” he replied softly.
“86 the Mister! Call me… Sir!”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Lose the shorts!” I ordered.
The kid looked damn good, but I wasn’t going to let him know that. It was all part of the mindfuck.
With his hands still trembling, he pulled down his shorts, exposing his white briefs. I could see the outline of his dick sticking straight up behind the cotton. From the little tent in his briefs, Tommy’s pecker appeared to be maybe four to five inches long, but it wasn’t Tommy’s dick that I wanted—it was his mouth and ass.
I took another swig of beer. “Turn around! Show me that ass of yours, boy!”
Tommy turned, standing at attention with perfect posture. My mouth watered. His ass was the perfect bubble butt—round, shapely, and muscular. It was an ass begging to be fucked.
I watched him in those tighty whiteys, his Nikes, and his socks as I began rubbing my cock again through my shorts.
When you got past the clothes, his lack of punctuality, and his annoying habit of double ringing my doorbell, Tommy was a beautiful kid, far more beautiful than Jake had been.
And now, Tommy was about to be my consolation prize for a real shitty day…
“Bend over and grab your ankles!” I said as I got up and moved behind him.
Although he hesitated for just a split second, the kid did as he was told. I could see his nervous, upside-down face attempting to watch my movements from in between his ankles.
I circled him for a moment. “Nice, boy, I think I can train ya.”
“Uh, thank you, Sir.”
“Shut the fuck up!” I slapped his ass through his white briefs.
The tap of my big hand against his hard cheeks almost caused Tommy to tip over, but I grabbed him to hold him steady. I slapped his ass again and again with my open palm. Holding in his cries, he whimpered.
“Great ass, boy!” I exclaimed as I stopped the light spanking and let go of him. “Hold that position!”
As I sat back down on the couch and propped my feet back up, Tommy continued to maintain his position with his hands holding onto his ankles. He no longer seemed as listless or as clueless as he did when delivering pizzas. In my living room and following my instructions, Tommy seemed motivated and focused.
“Stand up and turn toward me,” I commanded.
Without a word, Tommy straightened and turned toward me with his hands at his sides.
“You follow orders well,” I said, gripping my prick through my shorts. “You keep it up and I’ll give ya a special tip.”
I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to ask me about the surprise, but like a good boy, Tommy didn’t say a word.
“Reach down, grab your baseball cap, and put it on your head backwards!”
The kid nodded and did as he was told. He looked beautiful.
“You can answer this question, kid,” I began. “You like being told what to do by an older man?”
“Yes, Sir…” He paused. “I love it.”
“I thought so,” I smirked. “Now, I’m gonna test your limits to see if you’re worthy enough to get the special tip that I wanna give you. Understand this though... This is something that a boy does to please a man, do ya understand?”
Tommy gulped and gave me an apprehensive look. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good,” I began. “Now, walk over to my feet and take off my loafers.”
Obediently, the pizza boy took the few steps across the carpet and put his hands on my expensive Cole Haans.
“A little warning, kid... I’ve had these on for hours without socks, so you’re gonna be in for a real treat!” I laughed.
He removed my right shoe and then my left.
“Can you smell my big feet?”
His nose crinkled. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now kiss them!” For a moment, Tommy hesitated, but the submissive inside of him squatted down in front of my feet. He whiffed and inhaled the sweaty odor. “Lick my size fourteen’s, boy!” I demanded.
Tommy took my right foot into his small hand and began to lick and kiss the arch.
“Fuck, yeah!” I moaned. “That’s it.”
Tommy pressed his tongue to the bottom of my foot, tasting my sweat from the day. The boy didn’t give me half-assed tongue service—he lapped at my big jock feet, his eyes transfixed.
“Now, suck my toes, boy!”
Looking up at me with those sweet blue eyes of his, Tommy took my right big toe into his mouth, sucking and licking it.
“Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk!” I moaned.
There was nothing I loved more than to see and feel a hot bottom boy working over my big feet with his lips and tongue.
The pizza boy sucked my big toe like a cock. Then he took each of my toes into his mouth.
“Lick in between ‘em!” I ordered.
Doing as he was told, Tommy began to clean in between my toes with his tongue.
“You love my big feet, don’t ya, Tommy?” I asked.
“Yes, Sir!” he replied enthusiastically.
“Good answer, kid,” I shot back. “Now, clean my left foot.”
Tracing his tongue across to my left, he began to coat the sole with his tongue as he rubbed it.
“Yeah, you’re getting the hang of this real good,” I told him.
Realizing that the kid was probably going to be in trouble at his job, I decided to speed things up a little, so I pulled by massive feet back from his hungry lips. I stood and moved in front of him. “On your knees!”
Looking up at me with those innocent eyes, he watched as I unzipped my khaki shorts, letting them fall down my hairy muscular legs and calves.
Tommy’s eyes grew as wide as saucers when he spotted the outline of my thick nine-incher in my tight black boxer briefs. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, exposing my hairy muscular chest.
“You want what I got in these briefs?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Pull my jockeys down and let the monster come out to play!”
With his eyes locked on mine, the pizza boy reached up and carefully pulled my black boxer briefs over the bulge of my cock. My thick dick with the flared mushroom head lurched forward in all of its glory. My wiry black bush was trimmed, and my cock was curved like an upturned banana. Tommy’s mouth dropped open.
“You ever sucked a cock as big as mine?”
“No, Sir.”
“It’s time you learn then.” I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face forward. “Can ya smell my scent?”
“Yes, Mister… I mean, Sir.”
I smiled. “Do you like the way I smell?”
“I love it, Sir.”
Tommy looked so gorgeous down on his knees in front of me. “Lick my balls!”
He leaned forward, and then the boy’s tongue lapped at my hairy lowhangers.
“Mmmmmm,” I groaned. “Work your tongue around my sweaty balls. Clean ‘em!”
His trembling lips kissed and licked my sensitive flesh, and his talented tongue bathed my nuts. My seed churned inside my balls.
“Take my balls in your mouth,” I ordered.
He angled his head and struggled to swallow both.
“Open up wide, boy. Ya gotta fit them both in or ya won’t get a tip! Stretch your lips, if you have to.”
Like a good boy, Tommy took them one at a time into his wanton mouth. Finally, he managed to inhale both my hairy tanks.
“Use your tongue and clean the sweat! Make my boys shine, kid, or I’ll take you over my knee and spank your ass!”
His tongue swirled around them. As I felt him completely soak my balls, I licked my lips. Part of my criteria when I searched for a new bottom boy was that he liked to clean and worship my balls, so Tommy was hitting a home run.
I shifted my nuts from his lips. The suction that he’d been applying made a pop sound as I withdrew my boys. “I’d love for ya to work on my balls all afternoon, but my big cock needs some attention.”
Looking back up at me with eagerness in his baby blues, he nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Smirking, I grabbed the back of his head and aimed my upturned cock toward Tommy’s gorgeous lips.
“Open up!”
The head of my cock forced its way past his lips. My mushroom head disappeared and so did the first few inches of my shaft. I stood there frozen for a moment enjoying his suckling lips and lapping tongue. I’d suspected that the pizza boy had always wanted my dick, and I’d jerked off many times thinking about giving it to him, but now, he was hungrily sucking it like a baby on a bottle. I pushed my hips forward and more of my rod vanished into the kid’s mouth. Hitting the back of his throat, I kept going. He gagged and coughed. His blue eyes were watering.
“That’s your throat being stubborn, boy! You’re tougher than your gag reflex! Man up, ‘cause it’s all going in, Tommy!”
Brutally, I held his head in place and rammed my cock into the pizza boy’s mouth. The head jabbed against the back of his throat. Tommy recoiled and attempted to pull his head back, but I forced the issue.
“You’re not going anywhere, ya cock-sucking tease! Ya got like four more inches to work in! There’s no fighting it, boy! You wanted it, so it’s all going in your mouth!”
As water ran from his panicked and reddening eyes, my trusty mushroom head pushed past his gag reflex and Tommy was forced to open his throat to my invading cock.
“Yeah!” I moaned. “That’s it! Good boy!”
A look of relief came into his eyes when his nose was buried in my pubes. My spit-soaked balls slapped his chin. I held my cock in place, enjoying the view. For a moment, I savored the way his swirling tongue and his slobbering mouth felt around my shaft as he struggled to get used to it. I pulled my cock back into his mouth and then thrust it all the way back down. Tommy coughed, but he took it better the second time. A sense of accomplishment became apparent in his eyes.
“Get ready... I’m about to fuck your mouth like I’m gonna fuck your ass!”
With my hand on the back of his head, I thrust in and out of his mouth and throat. Slobber began to spill from his mouth as I crammed in every inch.
“Yeah! That’s it!”
I didn’t feel his teeth scrapping my invading monster, so I knew the boy hadn’t lied about sucking cock before. As he finally relaxed his throat successfully, I fucked the pizza boy’s mouth with my prick. My rocking hips found their rhythm and I began an urgent face-fucking. After a few minutes, my cock swelled. I was close, so I pulled out of his mouth.
He gave me an expression that was almost a pout. Tommy looked as if I had taken away his favorite toy.
“Don’t worry, boy,” I said, releasing my grip on the back of his head. “You play your cards right and you’ll have plenty of chances to suck on my cock, but now, it’s time for the main event.”
He gave me a curious look.
“You ever give up your ass before?”
“No, Sir.”
A virgin! But I had to be sure. “I’ll know if you are lying to me, Tommy!”
“No, Sir, I promise!”
A wicked grin came across my face. “Get on all fours!”
Obediently, the pizza boy got down on all fours in his briefs and Nikes with his hat still on backwards. He faced away from me toward my big screen TV, but he turned and looked over his shoulder. His muscular back and his bubble butt were in plain sight. My eyes feasted on the hot jock boy down on his hands and knees in front of me.
“Beautiful view,” I grunted as I got down on my knees behind him. “Spread your legs!”
Using his arms to steady himself, Tommy did as he was told. Suddenly, I grabbed his cotton briefs a few inches below the waistband. The boy gasped as I ripped a hole in his tighty whiteys along the crack of his ass.
“You’re not to touch your cock! Serving a real man is about giving up your hole and working to satisfy the man’s needs. Do you understand me, boy?”
“Yes, Sir,” he replied nervously.
“If we had more time, I’d lock ya in chastity, but for now, I’m gonna fuck you with your briefs on.”
Still looking over his shoulder, there was still fear in his blue eyes, but he nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
I looked down at the muscled, brief-covered ass spread out before me. I could see that his hole was completely smooth and that his slit was red.
“Have you ever had a man eat your hole like a woman’s pussy?”
“No, Sir,” he replied in his deep voice.
“Good! Because you’re gonna be begging me to fuck you when I’m finished,” I said before I buried my face in the tear that I’d ripped in his briefs.
My tongue found his pulsing ring and he yelped with delight.
“How does it feel, boy?” I asked, lifting my face up for a moment and then diving back in.
“Oh… Oh, yeah!” The pizza boy screamed out. “Your tongue feels so good, Sir!”
Licking up and down his tiny slit, I could smell the clean and nubile scent of the boy’s ass. I coated and soaked his tiny puckered button. Tommy was moaning loudly. His excitement was evident from his gasps and groans. I inserted my tongue into his virgin hole as he pushed his ass into my face. The boy loved my tongue. I didn’t want him to get too carried away, so I slapped his ass.
“Be still, Tommy! Don’t forget who’s in charge here!”
The boy stopped moving and held his place as I continued to feast on his hot little butt. I spat on his asshole, making him wet for my cock. He tasted so good that I almost shot my wad, so I pulled my face from his cheeks.
“I can’t take any more!” I said, grabbing his hips. “I gotta fuck your hole! I gotta have your ass!”
With just a thrust of my hips, my oozing mushroom head instinctively found its target. Tommy moaned again. I grabbed some hand lotion off the coffee table and greased up my throbbing dick.
“Okay, boy,” I began, “this is gonna hurt at first. I got a real big cock, and you have a tight little hole... Once I start, I’m not gonna stop, so now would be your last chance to back out. Do ya want me to stop, Tommy?”
Looking over his right shoulder, Tommy had terrified eyes, but he replied. “I want it, Sir – I want it real bad!”
I shot him a cocky grin. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
I shoved the head into his cherry ass and Tommy’s body stiffened. The pink hole slowly swallowed the flared head of my prick.
“Oh, Sir!” he screamed as my erection pierced his entry. “It hurts!”
“Shut-up, bitch!” I growled, holding his hips in place. My legs forced his to stay apart.
Tommy began to scream again, but I covered his mouth with my hand. “I gave ya a chance to back out, boy. Now, your ass is mine!”
Keeping him hand-gagged, I buried my length. The boy let out a muffled yell and tried to buck me off him, but I slapped his ass several times. Tommy even tried to crawl away from me, but he wasn’t going anywhere. His struggling turned me on even more. Finally, I buried every inch.
Tommy howled under my hand as if I were ripping him in two. If I hadn’t gagged him, they would have heard his screams all the way down in Mississippi. I leaned over and held him in place. Tommy wiggled beneath me, but I outweighed him by at least 40 pounds of muscle.
“It’s all the way in,” I whispered. “Relax your hole.”
With my cock all the way inside him, his body trembled. I noticed that his tension eased a little as his screams turned to whimpers.
“That’s it,” I soothed softly.
I pulled my hips back and thrust forward again, driving my cock all the way up inside of him. I began to fuck the pizza boy’s tight ass. His was the hottest hole I’d ever filled. Breathing through his nose, Tommy ceased his struggling, and I plowed him.
“Goddamn, you’re fucking tight, boy!” I growled through my teeth.
Whimpering and moaning, the boy was giving up his ass to me. I was breaking a sweat, and I was close again, so I slowed my thrusts.
“I’m gonna pull out and we’re gonna change positions. If I take my hand off your mouth, you promise not to yell?”
Tommy nodded. Simultaneously, I withdrew my cock from his hole and removed my hand from over his mouth. He barely had time to let out a sigh of relief before I grabbed him around his waist and pulled him backwards. I sat down on the couch and pulled the boy up after me.
“You’re gonna love it in this position, boy,” I told him. “You’re gonna ride it and it’s going to hit your sweet spot. You didn’t know you had a sweet spot, did ya? My cock is curved perfectly to make boys like you purr.”
“No, Sir,” he replied quizzically. “I didn’t know that.”
I gave him a grin. “You’ll see. Now, have a seat!”
He climbed onto my couch with his Nikes firmly positioning his feet in place as I spread his legs. I held my cock by the base as he hovered over my lap. Like a good boy, Tommy sat down on the head of my cock.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” he screamed out as the crown of my cock slammed into his ass.
I grabbed his waist and pulled him onto my lap. As my cock rubbed his prostate for the first time, Tommy moaned loudly and he threw his head back.
“There it is! That’s your sweet spot! How does that feel?”
“Oh, Sir!” Tommy moaned, taking my thick cock all the way to the base. “I’ve never felt anything like this. It feels soooooo good!”
Tommy leaned forward and looked into my eyes.
“Fuck yourself on my cock with those strong calves and thighs. Come-on, kid. Ride it like you want it!”
Like a boy possessed, Tommy squatted up and down. I watched as his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Fuck yeah, boy! Tight fucking cunt!”
I could tell that the kid loved me talking to him like a chick because he started riding my cock up and down like a pro. I thrust and stuffed his tight ass even deeper. I could see his much smaller cock tenting up in his stuffed briefs. The kid looked hot as hell as I drilled him through the rip in the back of his briefs.
I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Deep inside of his ass, my cock swelled and throbbed.
“Okay, boy, you’re about to get that big tip I promised you!”
Moaning, the boy rode my cock. He even squeezed his inner muscles to milk my dick.
“I’m gonna cum in your pussy, kid!” I growled as I tightly gripped his abs. “That’s your tip, boy!”
“Shoot in me, Sir!” the pizza boy screamed.
“Oh yeah!” I shouted. “Fuck! I’m gonna fill your ass up with my cum!”
Tightening so hard that it felt like they were going to burst from the pressure, my balls exploded and my thick seed began to fill up Tommy’s asshole.
“Hot bitch boy!” I screamed out. “Take my spooge, fucker!”
I slammed into him and Tommy whimpered. Spurt after spurt of my cum fired like a cannon deep inside his ass. I pulled his hips all the way down and held him as the last of my load filled him.
“Jesus, Tommy, your ass is incredible.”
Rock hard and turned on as hell, Tommy smiled at me.
I couldn’t help but give the kid a grin and jerk the bill of his cap behind his head.
“Do you wanna cum, Tommy?”
“Yes, Sir, please!”
“Patience, Tommy,” I said, leaving my cock deep inside of him. “Don’t you have to be back at work?”
“Oh, yeah,” he replied, coming back to his senses, despite the fact that my nine inches were still buried in his hole. “But can I come back over tonight, Sir? My shift ends at nine. I could even tell my mom that I’m staying the night at a buddy’s house. Can I please come back over, Sir? Please!”
Looking into his eager and innocent eyes, I gave him a wolfish grin. “Oh, hell, yeah, son.”
I had him. Tommy was mine....
The End
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Other Titles from Keegan Kennedy
Athletic Support – the Complete Series
Fresh out of college, Gunner Roth is an optimistic and cocky straight boy on the cusp of manhood. Looking forward to his bright future, the ex-rugby player lands a job at a retail sporting goods store: Athletic Support. But Gunner’s life is hijacked when he crosses paths with Briscoe Cooper, his new boss. And when the older and stronger ex-football coach begins jousting with the unsuspecting younger jock, only one will be left standing.
The Harbinger (Non-Erotica Novel)
It starts as a whisper,
barely audible.
Rumors. Paranoia. Conspiracy theories. Subterfuge.
Like lightning, the plague moves across the globe, spreading out in
all directions. When the naysayers can no longer ignore the wails
and moans of the dying, the Harbinger will already have them by
their throats.
But the end is only the beginning…
Discovered in the Alaskan permafrost, the ancient virus was
reanimated and genetically-altered. The new strain showed great
promise in curing many of mankind’s afflictions. When the specimen
fell into the hands of the Russian theocracy, their inept
scientists attempted to create a biological weapon—a weapon that
outsmarted them.
Now, the androvirus is a deadly airborne plague, conquering the
world in a matter of days. With a communicability of 100% and a
mortality rate of over 90%, there is no immunity. For the
survivors, who can suppress the virus, there is only change. A few
adapt, but most become walking, talking gray horrors with an
appetite for flesh.
Primarily set in the American city of Memphis, four
loosely-connected strangers, caught up in their lives, find their
worlds annihilated by the swiftly-moving plague.
Alex Connelly is a wealthy, young executive, living an idyllic life
with his pregnant wife, Madison. Kirk Foster is a self-absorbed
aging gay man, desperate to hang onto his youth and sex appeal.
Meredith Brinkley’s on-going war with breast cancer takes a turn
for the worse, and she faces an impending double mastectomy. Logan
King is a closeted baseball jock, playing for a minor league team
while coming to terms with his true identity. And only together
will they survive...
Half Past Midnight
So far, it’s been a long summer for Parker Wells. Working the graveyard shift at a gas station in a rural Mississippi town, Parker is saving for college and looking forward to his freshman year at Queen’s Landing University. But the young jock’s world is forever changed when a mysterious midnight shopper turns out to be a criminal who wants more than just the gas station’s safe…
Captivated
From the stimulatingly outlandish mind of Keegan Kennedy comes an unorthodox romance… A freshman in college, Ian Proctor has been living with handsome German billionaire, Braun Richter, since the death of his mother, a former Canadian pop singer, actress and socialite. Not only does Ian wait on his Braun hand and foot, he is also head over heels in love with, and fixated on, pleasing the six-foot, five-inch blonde giant. Unbeknownst to Ian, his obsession for his mother’s former husband is nothing compared to the obsession that Braun has for him. On the day of his nineteenth birthday, Ian receives a surprise gift from Braun that will change their lives forever…
Homecoming
Lucas Hudson has six weeks remaining before leaving his small town for college, but first, he must adjust to the return of his new stepbrother, Dane Bolton, from the Marine Corps. Although initially reluctant about the return of the local hero and former football jock, who had been three years ahead of him in high school, Lucas develops an instant crush on his new roomie. 21-year-old, Dane Bolton is a dominant Marine with a kinky side and has secretly been fixated on Lucas long before they were related by marriage. Dane quickly becomes controlling and starts to take over Lucas’ life. With a deep and mostly untouched submissive nature, Lucas is ripe for the picking and falls completely under the spell of the dynamic Alpha Male. Dane, who will stop at nothing to possess the object of his longtime fantasy, spins Lucas into his web and attempts to take control of the young blonde, and demands nothing less than Lucas’ complete and total submission. In this erotic novel filled with love, possession and obsession, Dane and Lucas struggle to overcome many obstacles on their way to happiness, which, most importantly, includes their respective parents.
Magnificent Pretense
Having received a full baseball scholarship to college, Ryder Conrad is a few weeks shy of his high school graduation. As a condition of the scholarship, the eighteen-year-old jock must undergo a complete medical examination performed by Dr. Kirk Livingston. Not only is Dr. Livingston his family’s doctor, but the handsome, muscular doctor is also the best friend of Ryder’s father. Unbeknownst to anyone, Ryder has been desperately in love with “Uncle Kirk” since the age of five. With a yearning to be submissive to the rugged and divorced physician, Ryder decides to turn up the heat on the good doctor and see if their already close relationship can become more intense. Will Ryder’s boyhood fantasies about Dr. Livingston finally come true or will the physical exam lead to the biggest scandal that the small town of Westport has ever seen?
The Ties that Bind: Taken – the Complete Series
One thing leads to another, and things are not as they appear… In this story of dominance, submission and the supernatural, Ryan Hobbs couldn’t take any more. With four weeks left before his high school graduation, Ryan’s ultra-religious father grounds him for coming home five hours past curfew. The dumb baseball jock vows not to miss out on the rite-of-passage festivities and decides that it’s time to assert his dominance. As revenge on his dad and crazy stepmother, Ryan hatches a runaway hoax to mess with their minds and show them that he is his own man. Unfortunately for the Ryan, his fake plot leads him to an unexpected and fearful destination. When Ryan gets stranded on the side of the California highway, the jock turns to a friendly trucker, Jeb. Seemingly a southern rube, Jeb is actually a sadistic and cunning dominant as well as a sociopath. With insidious intent, Jeb hijacks Ryan and forever changes the course of his life.
Ganymede 4
When a Terran Empire starship is pulled into a wormhole and crashes on an unknown and uncharted distant planet, the survivors of the ill-fated ship struggle to adjust to this world full of dangers and secrets while holding out a hope that they can escape their new home. Star-crossed former lovers, Burke Wolfhampton and Sitka Drakos, lead the sexually-charged group in an effort to build a new life on a hostile world that will defy their understanding of biology, family, sex and gender.
Ties to the Past – The Complete Series
It’s the last day before Matt Price leaves for USMC boot camp, but his life is about to take an unexpected detour. A man from Matt’s past has other plans for the young jock. When Matt finds himself fit to be tied, he finds that he has more in common with his captor than he ever imagined.
The Brain, the Jock, and the Cup
Colton Riley is a busy baseball jock—too busy to study for his spring midterm in Louisiana History. Afraid that receiving a bad mark on the crucial test will harm his scholarship, Colton buys the answers to the test. When the jock gets caught cheating by Kane Worthington—the smartest guy at Queen’s Landing High, Colton gets blackmailed in a way that he would never expect. When their two worlds collide, it sends Colton into a tailspin and introduces him to a world he’s never known.
Lord and Master – The Complete Series
Reed Masterson is your typical college student—young, cute, and always short on money. When obligated to pay five hundred dollars a month to a hard-ass ex-military landlord, an empty wallet can cause a college boy to go to extremes to make sure the rent is covered. Recently separated from his wife, Trevor Lord is an older straight bodybuilder with an unfulfilled dominant streak. Late on his rent for the third time in three months, Reed finds himself at Trevor Lord’s mercy. When the boy throws himself at his landlord’s feet, Mr. Lord decides that it’s time to teach Reed a valuable lesson and show him once and for all who is Lord and Master.
Heisting Hogan – The Complete Series
Driving an armored truck
for a living wasn’t exactly what Hogan had in mind when he’d
graduated from Queen’s Landing University, but it paid the bills…
Hogan, a straight jock and recently single, finds himself in the
middle of a robbery when his fellow driver stages a heist of half a
million dollars. Held hostage, Hogan finds himself tied up, gagged
and completely smitten by the last person he ever expected. Bobby
Lee Jenkins, the repulsive, redneck villain from ‘The Party Favor’,
makes a memorable final cameo.
In Part Two, Hogan Bloodworth is on the hunt, and the college jock
begins his desperate search for Warren. Becoming increasingly
fixated on him, Hogan follows the trail while coming to terms with
his own feelings about sexuality. But Warren is a wild card, so
Hogan must proceed with caution. When they do come face to face,
their battle of wills can only have one winner. But larger
questions loom. This tale of Queen’s Landing contains cameos from
Tank Thompson (Stupid Jocks Make the Best Submissives) and Clyde
Parkerson (Fraternity Haze). The story also contains two
non-speaking, gagged jock cameos from Lance Livestrong (Stupid
Jocks) and Griff Macer (Fraternity Haze).
Originally hailing from Mississippi, Keegan Kennedy is a writer based out of Memphis, TN. Keegan is fascinated with the natural power exchanges between dominant and submissive males, and his stories reflect that fascination. The fantasies that he shares are full of adventure, peril, bondage, and a dry wit. And he has a knack for uncovering love and romance in the darkest of places. With a tendency toward the melodramatic, he does more than arouse or excite the reader - he engages them.
Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada.
Author of E-book chart number ones: The Substitute Wife, Magnificent Pretense, Captivated, Ganymede 4, West Texas Rivalry, Taken, The Christmas Bottom, The Debt, Blackmail and Bondage, College Endowment, Who Wears the Pants in the Family?, Saving Drake McKenzie, Heisting Hogan, Half Past Midnight, Crossroads, and Man of the House.
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