Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2018 00:32:53 -0500 From: The Paternal Watcher Subject: Coffee shop boys chapter 3 After a pause, Michael burst out laughing, then demanded Pete hand over the remaining nitrous. The fun was thus soon completed, and Gary dropped the boys back off in the parking garage so they could make their way back to their homes. A few days later, Pete came in on his own, and motioned that he wanted to talk. Gary found his way to cleaning up the back as soon as he could. "What's up?" he asked the bottled-blond boy. "I was wondering if you wanted to do anything like that again, maybe when you're done here," he said. Gary nodded, but said, "Where's Michael at?" "Oh, he's got some family thing, I guess." "Why don't you meet me in the parking garage at 4:10," Gary suggested. "I do have some free time after work." Pete didn't know Gary would have cancelled an audience with the Pope for a chance to scope the boy's body in private, but he didn't need to know, either. Pete showed his eagerness in his punctuality, and through his nonstop talking and fidgeting during the ride to Gary's place. If hyperactivity needed a poster boy, Gary thought to himself, Pete would be a contender for the job. Gary was eager himself, because he felt that being alone with this young, hard-bodied hottie could be just the kind of stress release he was looking for. Once inside, Gary loaded a couple of cartridges into the bottle and handed it over after taking a huff himself. "Call it a tax," he said, and then laughed at the weirdly deep voice that emerged from his mouth. "How come it makes your voice sound so deep?" asked Pete after inhaling some himself. Although it was expected, he laughed even as Gary shrugged. "It's definitely my SECOND favorite part of doing whip-its," the boy added. "Thanks, Gary, you're pretty cool." He handed the bottle over for reloading with a smile. "It's also making you sweat," Gary pointed out. "Might want to slow down." Now it was Pete's turn to shrug. "I can deal," he said, and then took off his shirt. The sight nearly made Gary gasp, but he knew he had to play it cool. Pete was a well-developed teen boy, with pink quarter-sized nipples atop pectoral muscles just starting to expand. The center line was visible clear down to his navel, but the only hair Gary noticed was under Pete's arms. Gary took Pete's elbow and lifted up, pointing to the armpit. "I always figured you were a bottle blond," he said, referencing the wisps of dark brown hair coming in. Pete laughed, caressed the hairs Gary was talking about, and said, "Yeah, I hear blonds have more fun." "How's that working out, stud?" Pete rolled his eyes in response. "Well, at least you've got your muscles," Gary added, prompting Pete to flex his bicep and stroke it. They both laughed, then Pete reached for the gas again. "I guess I'm okay looking," he said between huffs, "but even as a blond I'm not getting any head." "Now you're sounding like Michael," Gary replied as he accepted the bottle back from his young friend. "You guys sure think about blowjobs a lot." "That's because we're horny like 24/7," Pete said. "I'm surprised you don't just help each other out," Gary said casually. "Not because you're gay, but because, as you said, you're both horny." Pete seemed to think about it for a minute before saying, "I probably would get sucked by a guy, but I'm not sure I would to want to go down on a dude, even Michael," he said. "Probably tastes nasty, and honestly I'm not sure I could get his monster cock in my mouth anyway." "That's honest," said Gary. "We all like it somewhere warm and wet." "And on whip-its!" Pete exclaimed. "Honestly, Pete, if you want your dick sucked while you're doing nitrous, then why do you even wear pants when you're huffing it?" Gary asked. Gary wasn't sure how smart Pete was, but the point was sinking in. He looked at Gary, started to say something, then stopped. Then, he asked Gary to reload the bottle, saying nothing while he did so. When he took it back, he stood up. "I guess I figured if someone wanted to pull them down while I'm doing this, they would know where the zipper is," he said, then took a deep huff. Gary knelt down in front of the boy, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Pete acted as if nothing was happening, even as Gary pulled down pants and underpants alike to the teen's ankles. At that point he stepped out of those garments, displaying an erect penis that stuck out about six inches from the pelvis, parallel to the floor. As Pete put his mouth to the bottle's nozzle, Gary put his mouth to Pete's nozzle, and then put the whole penis inside. Pete shuddered a bit, then sat down heavily on the couch, legs spread. Gary never let the young cock escape his mouth, while Pete never let the nitrous bottle escape his. The pubic hair was dark brown, the color of Pete's unbleached hair. The boy's balls dressed left, Gary noticed as he kissed them, and his cock stood as testament to his faith. Gary ran his fingers over tight, smooth abs as Pete took another pull, alternating between lightly tonguing the boy's shaft and engulfing it for a brief throat-fucking. As Gary caressed upward to Pete's nipples, the boy spread his legs even more, then lifted them up to rest upon Gary's shoulders. "Fuck," the boy breathed in that strangely deepened voice. "Fuck yeah," he said, more loudly. The bottle he dropped to the couch, forgotten. "Almost!" he cried, the pitch rising back to normal and climbing more as he peaked. "God YES!" he shouted as he thrust once more. Gary felt the hot spurts surge through Pete's penis and into his mouth, where he immediately secreted them away like the treasures he knew them to be. "Michael has no clue what he is missing," Pete said with a sigh as he returned his feet to the floor. 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