Naked Pizza

Chapter one.

(teen boy, M/t, t/t, 1st)

"Daniel Jason, get off that computer and go to bed!" My mom yelled from the hall.

"But ma." I started.

"No buts, son, you still have a week left of school. Isn't your math final tomorrow?"

"Don't remind me, ma." I replied.

"Just get ready and go to bed. Stop in our room before you go to sleep, D.J."

"Ok. Ma, sure thing."

I smiled as I logged off the net, "getting off" was what I had been trying to do. Looking at hot pictures of cute guys usually did the trick. But not tonight, guess I was stressed over my up coming sophomore high school math final or some shit. Mom hadn't really interrupted anything more than a very fucking frustrating stroke session.

I made sure the p.c. was off, then headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Did have the brains to check to make sure I wasn't showing a woody before I walked out my bedroom door.

After washing up and doing the dental thing, I paused to look in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Not too bad looking for a geeky 16 year old high school dude, I thought to myself. Tall and slender with short midnight-black hair and dark gray eyes. Some hard-earned muscles at least. Wish my pecs were more developed, but at leastI have decent biceps and a flat stomach.

I do like the thin black mustache I've managed to grow this past winter, though the little "soul patch" of dark fuzz on my chin annoys the shit out ofmy dad. Looking at myself standing there, wearing just my old sweat pants (and boxer-briefs under them), I'm reminded of him so much. We do look so much alike it's scary sometimes. Hell, at least I know he's my real dad!

Istrolled pastmy big sister Angela`s bedroom, the door closed but the light still shinning under it. She's in college now, a freshman at the local St. Pete Junior College. She works evenings and weekends at the same pizza place I do. Midnight Pizza, ownedand ran by our grandparents.

My little brother's room is at the end of the hall. Joey is 11, going on 30. A real pain some times--aren't all little kids?--but I guess he'sok. He looks even more like a younger version of our dad than I do, he even has the same quiet temper. We get along ok, so long as the little brat stays out of my shit.

I entered my parents bedroom. The house rule"if the doors closed, knock!" gives us all our privacy. Nice that even ma and dad follow it. They're cool parents I guess. Hell, from what my friends in school tell me, they could be so damn worse. The horror stories I hear from my buds leave me wondering. Guess I'm a lucky guy.

Ma and dad were lying in bed, watching the 11:00 o'clock news. I looked around their big bedroom as I went in to say goodnight. Dad's uniform was lying out on his over-stuffed reading chair. All set for his early morning shift. It can be kind of scary having a cop for a dad sometimes, but we're usedto it I think by now.

Dad lay on the big king-sized bed, wearing a old white tee-shirt and boxers. Still taller than me, and in good shape for a old guy of 38. Ma was under the covers, reading some book as she waited for dad to finish the news.

I will say this for my dad, for being so old, he's pretty hot looking sometimes. I'm not into old guys like him but still, the site of him in his uniform makes me think things no guy should about his dad. His hot cop buddies make me sweat. When then get together for a barbecue or pool party here at our house, man, all those hot guys give me a boner. Thank god for board shorts--they hide a woody real well.

"D.J." --everyone calls me that-- "you'll do ok tomorrow, don't sweat it, boy." Dad told me.

"Son, just do your best, that's all we ask. " Ma agreed.

"Thanks, I guess I'll be ok." I answered. "Have a good night, guys."

"You too, boy."

"Love you, D.J." Ma smiled at me.

"Goodnight." I smiled back.

Back in my room, I lay on my back on the cool sheets, my right hand on the back of my head, the other resting on my flat belly, just wearingmy boxer-briefs, thinking. About the test tomorrow. About ma and dad. About how scared I get sometimes over dad's job. Wanting to get some sleep. Knowing I'd sleep ok if I just could get off.

Thought about the "knock before opening" rule and grinned in the dark. That was my fault. Ok, maybe dad's. I was 12 when he walked in my room one day. No knock, I didn't even know he was there until his startled "damn fuck, boy," scared the shit out of me.

See, I was lying on top of my full-sized bed, window shades down to keep out the hot summer sun. A fan blowing to ward off the afternoon Florida heat. My tee-shirt pushed up my body, my gym shorts and briefs down by my ankles. My pre-teen 5 inch prick getting a good workout. Even at 12 I loved to jerk off. Once, twice, three times and more a day. I'd actually started shooting sperm just a week or so before. That was so cool. Tasted cool, too.

Anyway, so there I was, in all my half-naked glory, stroking my pre-teen meat when dad comes in. I didn't even hear him with the fan going on high speed. My eyes tightly closed as both my young hands worked off another load of cum. One hand around the still hairless base, gripping my dick tight, the other smoothly going up and down. Then the feel of my hot juice hitting my smooth, flat belly. My wonderful feeling of erotic happiness turning to horror as I heard my dad.

"Damn, fuck, boy." Dad said, as startled as I was at what he walked in on.

"Dad!" I shouted.

"Shit, sorry D.J." Dad said. "I should have knocked."

As he turned to leave, he glanced back at my exposed boyhood. My softening dick, still wet with my sperm. My cum-coated young body. He smiled.

"Damn, boy, you're growing up quick." He smiled again. "Come see me later, after you clean up, we need to talk, D.J."

I grinned again as I lay in the darkness. Our "talk" was more nerve-racking for him than me, I think. Dad apologized, saying he would make sure everyone knocked from now on. Then he ask me about my jerking off. Told me it was natural, that all guys do it, the usual shit. Just to be careful about where and getting caught and crap like that.

Of course that led to the big "sex" talk. The usual stuff. He warned me about std's and shit. Told me that "no fucking way!" did he want to be a granddad yet. I think he mistook the look in my eyes when he said that. Said he was sorry and that more than anything, he loved me and anything else we would work out. I had been thinking it was damn unlikely that I'd make him a granddad, even then I knew I liked guys, not girls, I guess.

This wasn't getting me hard. Even with my boxer-briefs off and my now nude body laying here ready to rock, my dick wasn't stirring as I ran my hands over myself. So I gently rubbed my pink nipples, harder then even harder until I was pinching them. They got all hard and pointy and my dick finally stirred.

I thought about the pictures I had been looking at on-line before ma interrupted. Two hot young dudes going at it. One of those "1st time virgin gay sex" sites. 1st time my ass. What guy could deep throat the first dick he sucked? The twink in the pictures had gone balls deep on his buds cock after one lick. Sucked him dry too, swallowing his sperm. Now that I find hot. The site of a dude with a mouthful of sperm, damn, now that gets my dick wet.

So I continued jerking and thinking and dreaming. My leaking teen pre-cum helped give me a slick smooth stroke. The guys on the net had gone right to screwing after eating each others loads. At least they used condoms. So many don't. Not that I'm a saint about that either, so ok, the couple of times I was lucky enough to fuck a dude my dick was bare, too. Me bad.

The one dude I let fuck me used a rubber. Not that he even got in deep or anything. I was too tight and he was too damn horny. And it fucking hurt! When his head was in me, maybe two seconds before he shot off, the pain was horrible. Haven't tried that since. Though I do suck a dick well, if I do say so myself.

Thinking of dudes doing it for the first time, I thought back to my first time. Nothing sweet or romantic, just a blow job in the mall men's room. I was a horny 14 year old, even more horny that day after sneaking a peak at a gay sex book--the "Joy of Gay Sex" I think--at the bookstore at the mall. This was before I had unfiltered net access.

Seeing the graphic pictures of guys doing it for the first time in my young life got me so fucking hard.I almost ran to the men's room in the back of the bookstore. Afraid my boner was visible to all the other shoppers. I didn't even think to go install, just hit the urinal and started stroking.

"Nice dick, want a blow job, dude?" I heard from the stall next to the row of urinals.

I hadn't noticed the peep hole or even that someone was in the men's room with me. But he sure noticed my hard teen dick!

"Uh, uh, I don't know." I stammered.

I heard the door unlock and a older guy came out. Dressed in long sleeve white dress shirt and tie. Expensive gray slacks and shiny black shoes. A little younger than my dad maybe. Short blond hair and excited blue eyes.

"It's ok, stud, come into the handicap stall and I'll suck that hot dick dry."

My brain said `no fucking way!" My dick said "oh, yeah do it D.J." Guess who won? We went into the stall and he sat down on the john.

"Just close your eyes and relax, handsome." He quietly said as he undid my jeans.

I felt a hot male mouth on my raging teen dick for the first time in my 14 years of life. I gasped as his nose nuzzled into my sparse, curly black pubic hair. I wanted the feeling to last forever.My dick just wanted to cum. Which I did, right down his throat on maybe his third descent into my sweaty crotch. He just grunted and sucked me dry.

I should have left then. But when my breathing slowed and I opened my eyes, I saw he had his own dick out and was stroking it like mad. His expensive dress slacks were down on the dirty floor by his shiny shoes. His lightly furred legs spread wide. His long dick sprouting from a nest of curly blond hair. His hand jerking hard. I stared as a drop of pre-cum leaked out. His blue eyes met mine.

"Want a taste, handsome?" He asked in a hot moan.

"Uh, I never..." I went.

"You don't have to, but I sure would be grateful if you did, handsome."

"Uh, sure, ok, I guess."

"Let's change places, handsome."

Ok, we did. I sat on the warm toilet seat, warm from his heat. His dick hung in front of my face. `What the fuck was I doing?' went through my mind as I leaned forward and put my lips to his sticky dick. `What I've been dreaming of every time I jerk off!' I honestly answered myself.

Then I stoppedthinking as I tasted him.My lips stretched open as his cock pressed in. My tongue tasted it's first dick.A hot, sticky dick, wet with his lust-driven pre-cum. One, two, three and more inches of cock slid in my 14 year old mouth.His dick hit the back of my throat and stopped, pulsing and throbbing like crazy in myvirginteen mouth.

"Oh damn, that feels good, kid."

I tried to suck his dick like he had done mine. My left hand wrapped around the furry base of his boner. So much fur, all blond and exciting to me. My right hand was stroking off my own stone-hard teen cock.

"Fuck, handsome, I'm going to cum. Pull it out if you don't want a throat-full of my spunk."

Fuck, but I wanted to taste it. To eat his sperm and feel in shoot in my mouth. I'd been eating my own several times a day by now and loved it. I hoped his would taste just as good.

"Here it comes, kid!" He moaned as I kept sucking.

The hard dick in my virgin mouth jumped. Hot stuff shot into my mouth. I tasted his cream on my tongue. It oozed down my throat as I fought to swallow it all. The guy sure shot a damn fucking big load. Tasted strange, not like mine at all. Salty and sweaty and more bitter, but it was cum and I liked it. Ok, be honest, I loved it!

My own 8 inches of stone-hard teen dick was soaking my palm with my sperm. Two loads in under ten minutes was a record, even for me! He pulled out of my mouth, leaving me a last taste of his sticky stuff. He grinned down at me.

"Liked it, huh, handsome?" He smiled again. "Here, let me clean you up."

His strong hands went under my armpits as he lifted me off the toilet. I know he could feel my sweat, I could see the little drops on his forehead from the heat of the men's room, the heat from our lusty fun. His strong hands felt so...right...as he held me.

Fora second I thought he was about to kiss me. I wish the hell he did, but I think he was afraid of really freaking me out. Anyway, we changed places again.

His warm mouth took my still-pulsing dick in deep with one suck. I could feel his tongue licking the sperm from my teen cock. He kissed and licked down the softening shaft, down to the thin black pubes. I jumped as his tongue licked my sweaty crotch clean. His strong hands were up under my shirt, running over my hot, smooth skin. My dick jumped when his pinched my pink nip.

"Your one hot stud, handsome. How old are you, anyway, cutie?"

"I'm 14." I stammered.

"Never did this before, huh, handsome?"

"No."

He had tucked his big dick away in those now-wrinkled dress pants. I stood up, then turned around to pull my jeans up.

"Fuck, that's one sweet ass, handsome."

He said that as he moved right behind me. I could feel his dick press against my butt, even through his clothes. His strong arms wrapped around my chest. He held me tight for a second. His warm lips kissed my neck.

"Don't give that sweet butt to just anyone, kid. Make sure they love you, ok? You deserve that, handsome."

I looked over my shoulder, up into his blue eyes. His kind words brought tears to my eyes.Then he bent and gave me a quick kiss. The taste of my cum flavored my first real kiss. Then he left.

"Fuck, I'm going to get my ass fired, I'm so damn late." I heard him mutter as he left. "That boy would be worth it, though."

Words that made me feel so fucking right about myself.

As I lay in bed, hard but not ready to shoot off even from that hot memory, I smiled. He had been so nice. The scary stories I've read on-line of a boy's first time since I've had unrestricted net access--a present when I turned 15--had terrified me. The1st time stories on Nifty.org were mostly cool. But the stuff on Perverts R Us had scared me shitless!

Fuck, almost midnight and I still was wide awake, stiff and stroking. Guess I needed a little something more tonight to get my spunk flowing. So I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a condom from the box dad had given me.

Way back when I was still 12, a few days after out "talk", he'd brought me my first condoms. I smiled as I remembered him sitting on my bed, just home from work, still wearing his dirty, wrinkled police uniform. I could smell the sweat from his hard day in the hot Florida sun. He looked so nervous.

`Why would a 5ft, 11 inch tall, lean, hard-bodied cop, still wearing his Colt 45 handgun in it's leather holster, be nervous?' I thought as I sat on my bed. My 12 year old boner had it's own thoughts right then, something about cops and robbers and handcuffs and whatever.

"D.J., these are for you, you know, just in case." He stammered out. "Look, I know your just 12 and I don't think your going to run out and, you know, do it, but just in case, son, ok?"

"Uh, thanks dad?" I said in pre-teen horror.

"I got you different ones in different sizes, so when you, you know, masturbate, try them and see which ones fit best and feel good. Save me the wrappers from the ones you like and I'll get you more, ok?" Damn he sounded nervous.

"Sure, dad, ok."

"I love you, boy, don't ever fucking forget it." He said as ran his big hand through my dark black hair.

"Love you too, dad."

The last time he bought me some, a couple of months ago, I had to ask him for an even larger size. He had just smiled at me.

"D.J., damn, boy, these are the same size as I use. You keep growing and you'll put your old man to shame." He grinned."Your going to make someone very happy, son."

Someone. Not some girl. Ok, they stopped asking me what girl I'm dating like last year. They still ask me about "who" I'm seeing, but I think they're getting the idea I'm not into girls. They even were cool about my ex-bf Tommy. Didn't mind him and me hanging all the time or even him sleeping over. He's the one I let screw me. Course then he dumped me, the jackass.

I pulled on a rubber. The feel of the slick skin covering my own made me drip. It can be hot to stroke off wearing a rubber, not to mention easier to clean up after. Ok, so I like to suck my cum out of the used condom after I fill it, it sure beats licking my fingers dry.

Thinking of the rubber reminded me of Bobby Joe. Not that I didn't see him every day. We share the same bathroom after all. Me and my little brother share the hall bath. Ma and dad have their own, as does Angela. Bobby Joe uses ours most of the time, since my big sister takes so long in hers in the morning.

Bobby Joe is a redneck police cadet for the county sheriffs department. Dad works for our local Tarpon Springs Police Department. Bobby Joe goes to college with Angela. They met last fall at the start of their freshman year. By Christmas they were "in love" and spending every minute they could together. My big sister was sneaking him in during the day between classes and work. In her room and in her bed.

Not that I would kick him out of my bed, either. He's fucking hot. Tall, thin but strong. Smooth, tight body. Short black hair, thin little mustache, hard black eyes. But a real redneck, or so I always thought.

I guess dad and ma knew what was up with them. Not much gets by my old man, he's a cop after all. One stormy winter night, right after Christmas, during a nasty thunderstorm (we do live in Florida after all) dad surprised the shit out of them by telling him to just spend the night.

"Scott, thanks man, that's some storm out there." Bobby Joe had said (Scott's my dad).

"Thanks, daddy!" Angela was happy that her man wouldn't be out in the storm.

"I guess the couch will be ok for the night, thanks again." Bobby Joe said.

"Couch? Why? You two not getting along?" Ma asked, stunning us all. "Your both 18 after all. Time you stop sneaking around and act like adults."

That had been a shocker! But my big sis was happy. And Bobby Joe sure was, too. Hell, since then, he's practically moved in with her. Dad's been real cool about it, too. I heard dad and Bobby Joe talking that night in the hall as I lay in bed, wishing my soon-to-be-ex Tommy could sleep with me some nights, too.

"Now Bobby Joe, here, take these. One thing, cadet," dad said is his official "police officer" voice, "I do not want to be a granddad for at least a few more years, understand, cadet?"

"Yes Sir! Of course not, Sir." Bobby Joe's shaky reply."I don't either, Scott, not until we're done school and get married."

"You're a good man, Bobby Joe, now get some sleep."

"Goodnight, sir."

That redneck marry my sister? I didn't like that at all. Oh, Bobby Joe is nice enough, and he's quite a hunk. But he doesn't have much going upstairs, if you get my meaning. And how would a redneck cop deal with a gay brother-in-law? I went to bed that night worried and scared. But as the weeks and months went by, he and I got along ok. More than ok.

One Saturday night a few weeks ago they had been out at a party. Ma and dad were away at out other grandparents (dad's parents) house down in Sarasota for a weekend at the beach (that's the wealthy side of the family with the fancy cars and big beach front house). I was home watching my little bro. Ok, he was asleep and I was jerking to some heavy on-line porn videos. Having just broke up with Tommy I was in no mood to go out so I was cool withbeing stuck home and with watching Joey.

I was stroking to some hot stuff when my bedroom door opened and Bobby Joe came in. I was sitting onmy black leather desk chair in front of the p.c. monitor, wearing just a white sleeveless muscle shirt and sweat socks. He walked right over to me. His hand gripped my shoulder as he looked at what I was watching.

"Damn, that's some hot shit, little dude." I'm barely 2 years younger than him but he still calls me that. "Fuck, D.J., I guess I'd better quit with the `little dude' shit. Your fucking hung, man."

Bobby Joe was leaning against the back of my desk chair. Looking right down in my lap at my hard 16year old teen dick. I looked up at him. He is damn fine looking, even if short on brains.

"Damn, I wish your sister would get into some kinky stuff like that." He said, pointing at the screen.

I was watching some hot bi-sex porn. Not for the girls of course, but the hot young hunks. Most gay porn with guys around my age is nothing but skinny twinks. I like muscle, you know, jocks. Ok, I like cute, skinny boys too. At least it wasn't straight gay porn! (Now that's a twisted term).

"What do you want, Bobby Joe?" I asked, pissed off he hadn't knocked.

"I'm out of condoms, dude, lend me some, ok?" H e looked back down at my boner. "Shit, I hope they fit."

"Here, help yourself." I told him. "Can I have some privacy now, please?"

"Sure, thanks." Bobby Joe was still looking at the porn video. "Man I could use me someof that. Sorry, D.J. me and my brothers always were walking in on each other. It was no big deal to see them stroke out a load. Hell, we had to share the same bedroom, not like you rich folks here."

"Goodnight, Bobby Joe."

"Have a good one, little, uh, D.J."

Now that gave me something to think about. He thought we were rich? Wait until he met the grandparents in Sarasota!

I re-ran the video clip. Those short clips are so fucking frustrating. Tried to figure what he was talking about. The end of the clip Bobby Joe had seen showed the two guys going at it while the girl watched. What the fuck? He liked that?

Before I had the chance to get off, he was back. Wearing just an old white "wife beater" tank top and even older boxers. Came right in and sat on my full-sized bed.

"D.J. dude. Your sister's asleep already and I don't want to wake her. Mind if I hang with you, dude?"

"Uh, Bobby Joe, I'm in the middle of something right now." I told him.

"Sure, your jerking off. That's what I need to do. Can't sleep with this boner going on." He grinned at me. Damn, he's cute. "Mind if I join you, dude?"

Ok, he's hot. And the sight of his dick running down the leg of his boxers made me sweat. Maybe not quite as long as me but way thicker. And seeing his hot, lean, smooth body in that tight tank top made my dick pulse. So, ok, maybe he's cooler than I thought.

He sat on the edge of my bed as we both watched the last video clip I had downloaded. I moved my chair so he could have a better view of the screen. I felt weird stroking my dick with him right there next to me. Weird and frustrating because he still was wearing those old boxers. His right hand was rubbing his dick through the thin, worn fabric as he watched.

The clip was another bi-sex one. Short and not very hot. Two guys and another girl. Both screwing her hard at the same time. Something I've always dreamed about, having two guys on me at once.Someday...

"D.J., dude, got anything longer than that? You know, real porn?" Bobby Joe asked me. "Something hot, like maybe a couple of dudes going at it?"

"You want to watch guys doing it?" I asked, surprised.

"Sure, as long as their hot. Sex is sex, little, uh, D.J." He paused. "Shit, I hate calling you that."

"You could call me Daniel., Bobby Joe, you know."

"Yeah, but I, like, fuck, whatever, dude."

"What?" I asked, curious as hell as to what he was going to say.

"Look, D.J., your all like family to me. Hell, you guys treat me better than my family ever did. I just think of you as, well, like the little brother I always wanted, that's all." He said in a shy voice.

That surprised me. I'd always wished I had a big brother, so I guess I understood. And a hot guy like Bobby Joe, in training to be a cop, would be a cool big brother.

"Ok, but I get to call you big bro, too." I smiled at him.

"Cool. Ok, little brother, show me some hot guy on guy porn. Your big brother needs to wack-offaload of spunk."

"Sure, big bro, lets see what I got."

Actually, I got to see what he's got. I looked over as he was pushing his boxers off. Bobby Joe spread his legs wide and gave me a great view of his dick. Like I said, just a little shorter than my 16 year old 8 inch cut dick. By way thicker. And uncut, the foreskin covering the hot pink head.

"I downloaded a new video from my favorite free file-sharing site last night but haven't watched it, big bro. Lets see what it is."

All I knew about it was that it had two cute blond guys going at it. Both around my age or maybe younger. I changed the title to S.B-1, part three, from it's unpronounceable foreign (maybe German?) name. Part of a series I guess. If it's hot, I'll go back and try to find the other parts sometime.

I loaded it up and we watched as two damn cute, hot, maybe 15-16 year old blond studs went at it. Ok, maybe I should change the name to "hot blond boys in love.' It sure looked like they loved each other and weren't just playing for pay. That's so cool, hot amateur guys doing it instead of paid twinky sex.

The two sucked then swallowed each others juice. I almost came right there. Bobby Joe moaned a lot right then, too. But I held off, wanting to see the rest of the video. The two blonds fucked--bareback. The older one, maybe 16, screwed his young lover deep.

Bobby Joe was suddenly right next to me, looking close at the screen. His thick dick right there, so close I could feel it's heat. The foreskin sliding back and forth over the dark crimson head as he worked it.

"Fuck that's hot, little bro." He grunted. "Damn, dude, with that huge dick of yours, why the fuck are you single?"

He was looking right down at my teen dick. Now slick with my pre-cum and throbbing, ready to squirt. Now I usuallyshoot off into a rubber or even on to my hands, then lick them clean. But not in front of Bobby Joe. I was about to pump out a huge load and make a big fucking mess. Fuck!

Looking around in a panic, my eyes on his dick, the hot fuck scene,my desk, looking for a dirty tee-shirt or my shorts to shoot off in, I saw the empty soda glass on my desk. I grabbed it, put the pulsing head of my teen dick inside, and exploded. My white, sticky sperm coated the clear glass as I pumped out a damn fucking hot load.

"Shoot it, little bro, show me your spunk!" He moaned. "Damn fuck!"

Bobby Joe grabbed the used glass from me and aimed his thick cock at my cooling sperm. He grunted as his hot juice joined mine. Our cream mixed together as he pumped out more and more hot cop cadet spunk. I almost fell over as his head touch my shoulder. He was leaning on me as the last of his sperm oozed out.

"It's great to have a cool little brother like you, D.J." He said when he got his breath back. "Someday I'll tell about the shit my big brothers did to me."

He gave me a fast hug and then a kiss on the head. Ok, so he's cool. Fuck, the feel of his strong arms made my dick pulse out a drop of sperm. Then I started getting another woody.

"Little bro, you're a horny little dude!" He laughed. "Guess I'm just getting old, or I'd join you for another stroke-off. Try to get some, rest, ok?"

"Sure, thanks, Bobby Joe, anytime you want to do that again, let me know."

"Yeah, whatever, little bro." He looked at the screen where the video was still playing. "Now, that's what you need D.J., a hot young blond stud to keep you warm at night."

What the hell? He's knows I'm gay? Does everyone? Shit-fuck.

My thoughts were interrupted by the moans coming from the two blond studs on screen. The older dude had just shot off over his younger lover's smooth little butt. The bottom blond boy was cumming all over his hairless belly and chest. Both went back to kissing as soon as they could, locked in hot passion as the scene faded out. Damn, I'd better find parts one and two!

My still rock-hard teen dick wanted off again. I sat and stroked. Dreamed about hot blond guys as I added more sticky spunk to the glass. My latest load mixed with Bobby Joe's and my first one. Another hot cum, thanks to those two hot blonds.

I drifted off to sleep thinking I needed to find me a hot young blond stud. Just fucking great.Blonds turned me on and here I live in fucking Tarpon Springs, Florida. A town full of hot Greek boys--all dark haired and olive skin, or tasty Italians (like me!) or hunky Hispanic dudes, and a few black studs mixed in. Not the bestplace to go hunt for blond boys, at least not at my school. But I could dream!