Date: Wed, 02 Dec 2020 10:54:48 -0700
From: artefice@softhome.net
Subject: Accepting the Petey within - 5

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Accepting the Petey within, part five - fraternity life, my boy, 3 of 2 (a
bonus)

I walk up next to his chair.

"Could I please get you another beer?"  Inwardly praying he will get the
obvious hint.  He does not.

"Huh?" is all he can muster.  Ball in my court.

"It seems you enjoyed the first beer.  Thought you might enjoy another
round.  Perhaps an ale, this time; so, you can enjoy the full body?"  I
can't believe I am trying to ply this jock with a beer euphemism for
fucking the shit out of me.  I should have stayed in my room and finished
the job myself; but, settling for less than maximum fulfillment has never
been my forte – and my hands alone simply are not doing the trick today.

I guess confusion is the best descriptor for the look on his face, which
– now that I actually look at it – is mildly attractive with a light
dusting of freckles on his cheeks that bring out the boy in him.  Focus,
Pete.

"Why don't you come with me and I'll show you what we have to offer?"

I'm still not certain he is in the game, but he gets up and follows me –
which is all the response I need.

Once again, through the kitchen and into the pantry.  All the way to the
back, turn around, on my knees.  Hands on both sides of his sweats, I lower
them and his jock to his ankles (he would definitely need a little more
mobility this time around).  I know there is a chance I might spook him if
I move too fast, so I go back to what worked before.  I bury his prick in
my mouth.  Love 20-year-olds.  Very short refractory period.  Only a minute
or two of expert fellatio and my soon-to-be fucker is hard and ready to go.

I figure he'll last a little longer this time around, but I don't want to
chance a repeat quickie, so I reluctantly pull my mouth off of his quarter
roll and attend to his gumballs, since I missed that chance the last time.
His girlfriend must have a nut allergy, as he responds to my licking, then
sucking, then taking each ball into my mouth separately and tugging, then
taking both of his balls into my mouth and caressing them with my tongue
and chewing lightly with my teeth, with actual moaning.  I look up and that
soft moan accompanies a tilting back of his head.  A very good sign.

Without removing my mouth from his balls, I slip my shorts completely off.
His head is someplace else, so I doubt he is even aware.  I move back and
forth from his balls to his prick, remembering to leave a little extra
saliva on his manhood so I can jerk him with my fist as I tease his balls
with my tongue.  His moans grow louder and I know he is mine.  I lube two
of my fingers with my spit and transfer it to my puckered hole.  I catch
myself enjoying a quick self finger-fuck and pull myself back to the matter
at hand and in mouth – my redhead's slicked-up boner, which is now at
full directional-arrow mast.

With almost no break in the action, I continue to fist his rod with my
right hand while I turn my back to him and climb onto the side shelving.  I
revised the shelving myself since moving in and the second shelf from the
floor is just slightly below average crotch level.  With knees and feet on
each side, my ass is widely exposed – the perfect position for the deep
fucking I need.

I lean forward and steady myself with my left hand on the back shelf in
front of me.  I tug him by his prick and he takes a step forward, so I can
guide his prick to my ready rosebud.  I leave him there for a couple of
seconds, hoping he will take the initiative and thrust forward, but my
redheaded bag of bolts must not have read the memo and I have to steady his
cock with my right hand and push my butt back over his swollen head and
down onto the base of his pole.

Finally, he gets the message and takes control.  He pulls out about
half-way and pump fucks me with the wide base part of his prick.  It feels
thicker than I had expected.  Guess he does know how to make the most of
his quarters.  I am able to tilt my pelvis, which causes his engorged
dickhead to brush up against my prostate with each inward thrust.  I decide
to leave him to his own devices.

After hilt fucking me, he pulls almost completely out and deep fucks me
with the entire length of his rod.  He finds his rhythm which causes my
heavy, unsupported ball sack to swing back and forth in sync.  I still need
to support myself with my left hand, but my right hand is free to explore.
I find each nipple in turn and, as per my wont, take each one a little too
far.  He draws my attention back to him when he pulls out and proceeds to
fuck my anal sphincter with just his mushroom head.  I think to myself that
this must drive his girlfriend crazy, since it is causing my anus to
spastically tighten around his dickhead.

When I hear my redhead's breathing grow faster, I change focus and grab my
dicklet (yes, we'll get back to that, too).  I need to shoot my load first,
so that he can feel my ass contracting around his cock as he pumps in and
out of me – I'm guessing this straight guy has never gotten that from
his girlfriend, and I am here to please.

I stroke in time to his thrusts and bring myself to the edge, then wait.
The only sound is his pelvis slapping against my ass.  His pace increases
and a second moan pierces the silence and I know he is there.  He thrusts
forward and jams his prick all the way into my straining hole.  I have to
join him now.

Two well-rehearsed strokes and I am there.  I can feel his prick stiffen
and shoot inside me, as my sphincter spasms around his gun.  My timing is
damn-near perfect and I almost match him shot for spasm.  He buries his six
spurts of seed deep inside me; I cast mine on the pantry floor.

It takes several seconds for us both to come down; but then, I spring into
action.  I ease my ass off his cock, quickly climb down off the shelving,
turn and kneel in front of him.  I pull his jock and sweatpants to his
upper thigh, so he can reach them without having to bend over.  He pulls
them up, but not as frantically as I anticipate.  In fact, he stands there
and waits for me to pull on my shorts.  He clearly is at a loss for words,
so I complete the circle: "Let me get you that ale.  You certainly know how
to work a full body."  Ouch.

With that, he turns and walks back to the same chair in the common room.
True to my word, I grab an ale from the fridge and bring it to him.

"Thanks, Petey" he says.  He says.

"Anytime," I answer – truthfully.

He reaches over and – to my surprise – turns on the light on the
table with a built-in pole lamp.

"I fixed the plug while you were upstairs."

Pete, do not fall in love with this straight boy.

Author's note: I can't thank you enough for reading.  Comments,
suggestions, encouragement welcome.  artefice@softhome.net