Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2006 00:58:12 +0000
From: Eros434759@comcast.net
Subject: Grocery Boy part 10

This story contains gay themes and graphic depictions of
homosexuality.  If this offends you, then you probably
shouldn't read it.  I welcome any and all comments and
appreciate all of the feedback I have previously received.
I'd also like to say thanks to the folks at Nifty

I was being tested.  Some higher power wanted to push me
over the edge I was sure of it.  It was late and how did
David even know where I lived.

 "Um, Hi" I said.

 "Hi," he responded.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"You must've been in a hurry when you left the gym, you
forgot your membership card" he said.   I felt stupid for
jumping to conclusions.  He was doing me a favor by
returning my membership card.  It was late and I was tired,
but, I didn't want to be rude.  I asked him in and offered
him a beer.  He took it and dropped into a chair in the
living room.

"You look tired" he said after taking a long swig.

 "I am" I said thinking that would make him leave sooner.

"Relax, baby, David will take care of everything" he said
and stood up and walked over to where I was standing.  I
detected a slight growth in his crotch and I realized I
didn't want to go there.  I backed up.

"David, I ." I began.

"Shhh" he said, moving behind me and reaching up to massage
my neck.  "No, you don't understand" I said.

"I think I do" he said and leaned against my back.  "Come
on, lay down" he began.  "You're extremely tight" he
continued.  Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about
you, I thought.

"I don't think we should so this" I said.

"It's a massage, not a roll in the hay" he said.  I moved
toward the couch, "Take off your shirt" he said.






"What?" I asked.

"Take of your shirt" he repeated.  "I can't get at you with
that shirt on" he said.

"Whoa!" I said

"I meant I can't get to your muscles" he said.

"Look, David I don't want you to get the wrong idea" I said.

"Shirt" he said.  I removed my shirt.  He then proceeded to
knead and massage every ache from my entire body.  He went
at it for over an hour.  By the time he was done, I was in a
deep sleep.  It was a sleep of someone that had just had all
of his cares just washed away.  I don't really remember much
after the first 10 minutes of the massage began.  I slept on
the couch and awoke to the most delicious smell.

"Chris?" I called out.  I arose groggy and stumbled toward
the kitchen.  There in a little bikini underwear was David.
"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm making you breakfast.  You didn't eat anything last
night" he said.

"David, this is really sweet, but, I'm with someone" I said.

"Chris?" he asked.

"Yeah" I answered.

"I know we talked a bit before he left" he said.

"Wait, what?" I asked.

"He was here?" I continued.

"Yeah, I guess so" he said.

"You guess so?" I asked.

"Yeah, I called for you and he answered" he said.  I perked
up.









"What died you talk about?" I asked.

"Mostly you" he said.

I pulled David away from the stove, and asked "What about
me?"

"Oh, you know, he asked the usual stuff, like what our
relationship was, what it was like, why we broke up, and
stuff like that" he said.

"And what did you tell him?" I stammered.

 "Don't worry, I didn't say anything bad.  I made you look
good." He answered.

"Did he say anything else; did he tell you where he was
going?" I asked anxiously.

"Yeah, he said he was going home, I think" he said.  I
exhaled loudly.  I knew now that nothing was said to mislead
Chris.  I wanted to kiss David.

"Thank you." I said. I had to find some way to get in
contact with Chris.  I started to head toward the living
room.  I stopped and turned back.

"Why are you cooking in your underwear?" I asked.

"Oh, I didn't know how strong your mixer was.  I got pancake
mix all over my clothes.  They're in the washer." he
replied.

"Oh, okay." I said.

I had to find Chris.  I took another stab at calling his
cell phone.  No answer.  He was a Pirates fan.  I picked up
the phone again.  I called information and asked for
Pittsburgh.
I gave the operator his last name and asked for an address.
The listings were too numerous.  The operator needed a first
name.  I didn't know his mom's first name.  I told I'd call
back.  I was starting to panic again.  David came in
carrying two plates of food.  The fucker could cook.  I did
remember that much.  He was still in his underwear.  He gave
me a plate and positioned himself in a large chair directly
across from me.











He sat with the plate on his lap and spread his legs
slightly, giving me a slight view of his crotch.  Suddenly
everything that Wendy said came back to me.  I was a dick.
I was staring at my ex's crotch and getting that familiar
longing.  I couldn't help it.  I was horny and Chris never
let me fuck him.  I wasn't hungry any more, at least not for
food.

David sat eating his food seemingly unaware of my desire.  I
looked down at the food on my plate.  I tried to concentrate
on it.  I can't taste it.  It just tastes bland.  I looked
at David.

"This is good" I said.

"Thanks, I knew you were hungry" he said.

I went back my food.  I ate without thinking.  After a few
minutes, David got up and headed for the kitchen.

"Are you finished?" he asked.

"What?  Oh, sure." I responded.

He took my plate and walked off to the kitchen.  I followed
watching his ass as we proceeded to the kitchen.  I squeezed
past him and headed for the laundry room.

"I'll get your clothes for you" I called out.

I reached into the dryer and pulled out his clothes.  I was
folding his pants when I realized he was standing behind me.

"Thanks" he said reaching for the stack.

I stood watching him pull the jeans on.  He was wearing
simple bikini underwear the accentuated his ass.  I wanted
to grab him and throw him on the floor right there.  He
looked at me.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.











"You" I answered.

"Well stop.  You're freaking me out" he said

But I knew I was turning him on.  He turned his back to me
as he put on his shirt, exposing his perfect ass.  I moved
toward him.  I reached out and caressed his ass through the
tight denim.  He turned and looked at me.  I drew him into
my arms and kissed him.  I reasoned with myself, it was just
a fuck.  I had been under a lot of stress and he was right
there.

I pushed him roughly against the wall and started to take
his shirt back off.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

I didn't answer.  I just went to his chest and started to
suck his nipples.  I swirled my tongue around the areola.  I
heard him moan above me.  I worked my way to the center of
his chest.  He was slightly hairy.  I worked my way down his
happy trail to his navel.
David jumped.  I had him.  I tongue fucked his navel like a
mad man.  The whole time I was unbuttoning his pants.  I
pushed his jeans down and shoved my face into his crotch.

"I thought you. I mean what about Chris?" David asked.

I chose to ignore the question.  I just kept at it.

"Oh God, fuck me!" he cried out above me.

I didn't waste anytime.  I dragged him over to the washer
and bent him over.  I had three days of pent up frustration
and lust inside of me.  He was about to get it all.  In my
haste to get his underwear down I ripped them.  Fuck it, I
thought and tore the rest of the fabric from his body.

I looked around.  The lube was upstairs and I wasn't about
to waste time going to get it.  I hawked a large wad of spit
into my hand and smeared it into his ass crack.  I pushed my
own pants and underwear down.  My cock was standing at
attention.  I pushed my body against his.  I grabbed my dick
and aimed it right at his hole.










"Oh, God!" David cried out.

I didn't have the patience to be gentle.  I was horny and he
was much tighter than I remembered.

"Oh, you feel so damn good!" I said.

I thrust inside him harder.  This was about possession.  I
wanted him to feel me inside of him.  David grunted and
groaned, but I noticed that he never tried to get away.  He
stayed bent over that washer with his ass sticking out.  At
one point I even noticed him shoving his ass back as I
rammed into him.  I rode him hard and fast.  I was so horny
I figured that it wouldn't take long.  I was wrong.  I
slammed in and out of him for a good 35 minutes.
David lifted his leg and laid it across the washer.  He was
standing on his tip toes.  Apparently he loved it because he
let me and he moaned the whole time.  I was about to flip
him over and position him on top of the washing machine when
I felt that familiar tingling behind my balls.  I was close.
I was gonna cum at any moment.  Suddenly David screamed.  He
had hit his nut.  He was shooting a large load all over the
top of my washer.  His spasming ass hole took me over the
edge.  I slammed into him with all my might.  I literally
drove him into the washer.

"Uh, uh, uh" he grunted

"Take it, bitch.  I thought as I emptied my aching balls
into he ass.  I was drenched in sweat as I backed off of
him.

"Shit!" he said.

"I'm sorry" I started "I was just so horny and you looked so
hot" I continued between breaths.

"No, it's okay.  I loved it" he managed to say

I stuffed my still leaking cock back into my shorts and
pulled up my pants.  Suddenly I felt really guilty,
relieved, but guilty.

I'd explain this to Chris once I found him, but, right now I
needed to get dressed and get to work. I'd try Pittsburgh
again from there.  There were more resources there to work
with.

(To be continued)