JAMES CLARK : Chapter 1
Jason Sparks Bottoms
Perhaps it’s a bit of a cliche to admit that I’ve always fantasied about the idea of fucking a pizza delivery boy! In the films and on TV, these lads are always young, sexy-as-fuck and willing to do almost anything for a decent tip! The reality, of course, is usually a crushing disappointment. The lads that delivered pizzas to my place are almost exclusively skinny and dim-witted in the extreme!
That all changed a couple of weeks ago when a sexy redhead named Connor turned up. Let’s just say he got a very healthy tip. (He fucked my br...ains out for an hour!)
I’ll be honest and say that when the doorbell rang tonight, I was half-hoping Connor would be back for seconds, but the lad that turned up instead was equally hot. His name was James and he was a proper twink: blond and lean, about my height… Sexy as all hell!
I’d already paid for the pizza by credit card, but I thought the lad was cute enough to tip. I told him to wait by the door whilst I got my wallet, but was rendered speechless when he said I could tip him another way. I genuinely wasn’t sure what he meant until he said, rather pointedly, “I talked to my co-worker Connor…”
Connor had obviously given me a good review. Thoughts immediately started dancing about in my head. Perhaps James and Connor would start rotating their visits. I might have to get used to the taste of stone-cold pizza!
We went into the bedroom and James took off his glasses. He looked so fucking hot, and we immediately started kissing. He was a beautiful kisser. Real slow and sensual. I ran my hand down his back, and he stroked my chest. And he smelt so fucking good! Real clean, with just that hint of sweat. I haven’t kissed like that in years. With every kiss, I wanted him more.
We took our tops off. His body was pale like porcelain, and hairless but for a little thin line which went from his belly button to his pubes. It genuinely felt like we were touching every inch of each other as we continued to kiss. I got his zipper down and put my hand inside his jock. The lad was hung!
We got naked on the bed, and I got straight down to it by sucking his almost perfect cock. It was rock hard in a way that only teenaged dicks can get. It was a good 9 inches with a mushroom head. And his pre-cum tasted fucking great! It was almost like a drug. I just wanted to suck more and more of it out.
James was plainly rather experienced. He took everything in his stride. Many lads his age would have shot their load the moment I went down on them, but he lay back on the bed, leaning up slightly on his elbows, and stared at me with a look that said “I like this… do more!”
We swapped places and he started to suck me off. He was like a freakin’ vacuum pump! He knew all the tricks: ball-tickling, deep-throating. He kept everything nice and wet and got his tongue somehow racing up and down my shaft as he sucked. At that moment, I couldn’t tell if he was a top or bottom. Twinks who think of themselves as tops will often be quite selfish when it comes to giving head, but he was really working me! He wanted to pleasure me!
My mind started racing. We were definitely gonna fuck, but was I gonna fuck him? Was he gonna fuck me? The clincher came when I looked down at his beautiful dick. It was rock hard. In fact, it was so hard, it was bouncing and throbbing. I had to know how it felt.
“Are you gonna fuck me?” I asked.
He didn’t need to be asked twice, and leapt up. I got on all fours and he knelt behind me. wasting no time. A quick spit on his cock, and he was pushing that massive rod into me. Man it felt good! He fucked like he kissed: slow and sensual, pushing his entire length into me and then pulling it almost out so that I could feel every inch of every unhurried stroke…
The tempo slowly increased, with each thrust imperceptibly harder, deeper and faster than the one before. He continually stroked my back. That was insanely hot. It somehow added to the connection, you know? I couldn’t see his face, but the intimate nature of his touch told me he wasn’t just shoving his dick in any hole.
He said he wanted to film himself fucking me and immediately picked up his phone. I assumed he was gonna exchange notes with Connor at some point, or use the footage to hook up with some other daddy. I didn’t care. He felt too good and if he liked my ass enough to film the encounter, he’d be back for more… and I wanted this lad again and again. He filmed for some time and it was obviously turning him on because his breathing got a lot heavier. James had stamina, alright. He fucked me like that for at least 10 minutes.
He threw his phone down. “I want you on the side of the bed.” He sounded dominant. I liked that. I did as requested and he pushed himself back into me, fucking me a little harder than before, but still running his hand up and down my back. The speed of his pumping increased, and he started to grunt, which plainly meant he was getting close…
He got faster and faster and then I felt him clench and explode deep inside me with a roar and a gasp. I could feel his dick contracting with every squirt. As he pulled out, I could feel his cum dripping out of me. In fact, I heard it splashing on the floor.
He pulled me up and started kissing me again. He whispered in my ear, “Connor was right… you’re an insanely good fuck.” He tapped my ass. “And you tip really well…”