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Rated: XGC · Short Story · LGBTQ+ · #1865206
Old Friends Meet Up In A Tale Of Cliches
As the rain pelted the ground and the lighting lit up the sky, the wind howled. I was waiting for the pizza to arrive; I was housesitting for my parents, while they were away for some conference. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and took advantage of a long weekend break from college. I figured the time alone would help me sort out the mess that my life had become, and hopefully, maybe I could find some direction in my life.

Finally there was a knock at the door, and I rushed to answer it. I nearly gasped when I saw who the pizza delivery boy was; my old high school crush Matt. It had been about 2 years since I had seen him and I was surprised to see that he was in even better shape than he was when we were in high school together. His t-shirt was hugged his body close, his nipples pressed against the fabric, making my mouth water. His blond hair was a tad too long, and flopped in his face. The effect had all of the blood rushing to my cock.

“Hey Matt, what’s going on?” I tried the easy breezy approach with him. His blue eyes registered nothing, he handed me the pizza box. “It’s me Allen Anderson. We went to high school together.”

“Oh, Hey man. What’s going on?” his full pouty barely parted, and his voice suggested he was upset. “Sorry I just caught Larissa in bed with Nick. How do you do that to a bro?” It was rhetorical of course, he wanted no answer from me and I had none to give.

“If it helps, my boyfriend of two years told me that he thought I was boring and wanted to see other--” Before I finished there was a sickening crack and a tree fell into my driveway, and the sound of shattering glass followed.
Both of our eyes followed the sound, my neighbor’s large oak tree had crushed what used to be Matts car. “Fuck! Can this day get any worse?”

“Come on in, do you need to call someone?” He followed me back into the house. I waited for him to pull out his cell phone but he just stood there. “Do you need to use my phone?”

“Please. My phone was in the car,” If it had been me in the same situation I would have cried, but there were no tears in his eyes. I handed him my parent’s cordless phone, and walked away so he could have some privacy.

For a minute I heard him yelling, and then nothing. Blackness surrounded me, I thought I had fainted but then I head Matt calling for me. “Allen. Allen, where are you? The power must have been knocked out.”

“Over here!” I called out. He stumbled into me, and we fell over. I felt him shaking, “You found me. Are you ok?”

“No man. My life is shit, and I’m lying on top of a gay guy,” Matt made some sort of choking sound, and before I knew what was happening, his lips were pressed against mine. His tongue was exploring my mouth.

He broke off from the kiss and lifted my shirt off my body, and discarded his own. He kissed me again softly, and then moved his lips to my neck. His tongue flicked across my nipple, eliciting a groan from me. “You like that?”

No answer was necessary. He took the right nipple in his mouth and tweaked the left one, the warmness of his mouth felt added to the pleasure. My legs were wrapped around him as he switched to sucking my left pec, his hard on pressed through the fabric of his jeans.

Reluctantly I pulled him off of me and undid his jeans. His 8 inch cock sprang out. The mushroom head had a little precum on it, so I licked it off. Then my mouth covered the head, and took it all the way down my throat.
He grabbed my hair, and pushed his cock deeper into my throat. I tickled his balls and kissed up the shaft again. “Take it! Suck my dick! Yeah! You like my dick don’t you?”

He undid my pants and pulled my boxers down with them. He smacked my ass; it stung and yet felt so good. He threw me down and maneuvered my bubble butt so that it was in the air and my head was pressed against the carpet. His tongue hit my hole and sent electricity through my body, the combination of heat and lust filled me.
Softly he nibbled on my ass cheek, another moan escaped out of me. He stopped for a second to grab his pants. I heard the foil of a condom wrapper, and a tingle of excitement filled me. I felt his cock press against my ass.

“I have wanted to do this for so long,” He said before he plunged his cock into me. Once he was all in, he waited as I became used to him. Once he began pumping, he easily found his rhythm. It felt so good that I came without any aid. The pizza boy really delivers.

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