Another tale in [mm]y sex saga... | 2016

"Hello?"

"Hey," I said, "It's-"

Paul thrust a little bit, and I had to stop talking for a second.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, sorry.. bad connection. It's me. I can't come in to work today..."

"Seriously? That's not cool, man, we needed you today."

"Yeah, I-" Paul thrust again, his cock delving deeper inside my ass. "I'm... I'm not fe-EELing.... not feeling well."

"Yeah, you sound kinda weird," my boss said. "Try to stay in bed today... drink lots of fluids."

"I plan to," I said. Then I hung up the phone and tossed it across the room.

Paul was sitting on the edge of the bed, and I was straddling him, his cock twitching inside of me. As soon as I hung up, he licked up the side of my neck and started sucking on my earlobe.

I groaned.

"Did he believe it?" Paul whispered.

"Yeah," I said, "No work for me today."

"Good," he said, and, cupping his palms under my ass, started fucking me with renewed energy.

We'd been this way for a day and a half- naked, fucking, taking the occasional break for a beer or a cigarette. Whenever we spent time apart, I started to get weird, started to wonder what this all meant- for me, for us, my life- so the solution, at least for now, was just to stick together, keep fucking, and enjoy the ride.

So far, Paul had done all the topping- I wasn't complaining, I loved getting fucked, though I was a little curious about how it felt to be on the other end of things. I wasn't sure if he was a total top, or just insecure, or if I just needed to be pushier, but I wasn't about to mess with a good thing.

"Fuck me," I moaned- I was getting really good at the moaning. It was pretty girly, to be honest, but to be honest that was part of the appeal. Every time I moaned, every time Paul slapped my ass or yanked on my hair, every time he muscled me into a new position I felt like cumming right then and there.

"Oh yeah, baby," Paul said, "Take it. Take it, you slut."

The more humiliating the language was the more it turned me on.

The sex had only gotten better since we'd gone out and bought a legit bottle of lube, now his cock slid in and out of my ass like they were meant to go together.

I kissed Paul deeply. "Cum inside me," I said, "Cum in my ass."

He didn't need to be told twice- almost immediately Paul spasmed, emptying the contents of his balls directly into me. I moaned and rolled off of him, sweaty and tired.

I laid there, eyes closed, when all of a sudden I felt Paul's lips part around my cock. I looked down and there he was, sucking me off enthusiastically.

I moaned again, running my fingers gently through his hair. As I got close, he stopped, looked up, and smiled.

Running his tongue the length of my shaft, he said, "You wanna cum?"

"So bad," I said.

"Well, then there's something you've gotta do first," he said.

It's called the "Pizza Dare."

Google this, it's pretty hot- somebody, usually a hot chick in her early twenties, orders a pizza, and then answers the door either naked from the get-go, or wrapped in a towel that "accidentally" falls down. Flashing the pizza guy, she pays for the food, giggles a lot, and generally makes the guy's night.

I felt like it was gonna go a little differently this time.

I called Papa John's, and while I waited for the delivery I sat on the couch by the door. Paul would suck my cock for awhile, stopping when I got close to cumming, to make sure that I was hard.

I was shaking.

Eventually, the door beeped, and I buzzed the guy up. Soon- too soon- he was knocking on the door, and, after a moment's hesitation, I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door.

"Got a lar... oh!" He said, "Um... got a large cheese pizza here?"

"And a Coke Zero, right?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah," he said. He was a young guy, casual type, sort of a bro-looking dude. He was wearing sandals, loose basketball shorts, his Papa John's polo, which was covered in flour, and one of those necklaces with the shells.

"Cool," I said, "Gimme a sec."

I turned around, going to get the cash off the coffee table, and bent over at the waist to pick it up, pointing my lubed asshole in his general direction. I could feel my dick throb.

I wasn't done yet, though- still hadn't done what Paul told me to.

"Listen," I said, "This is a lot more food than I can eat by myself. You wanna come inside and help me out?"

"No, uh..." he said, "I'm... I'm good."

"Sure? You don't want a piece?" I asked.

"Um... I really need to get back to the store," he said.

"I've got beer," I said.

"Haha," he said, blushing, "Maybe next time."

Seconds later, he was gone.

As soon as he was, Paul came from around the corner where he'd been standing, watching the whole thing. He walked over, swept me into his arms, and kissed me.

"You made him hard," he said.

"No I didn't," I said, "I freaked him out."

"He was popping a tent," Paul said, "He checked out your ass when you turned your back."

"No he didn't," I said.

Paul turned me around, placed his hand between my shoulderblades, and bent me over. I felt the head of his cock pocking at my ass, and I wriggled so that he could find his way inside.

Once he'd pushed his way inside of me, I stood most of the way back up, and he reached around and grabbed my cock.

"Did it feel slutty?" He asked.

"Yes," I breathed.

"Were you excited?"

"Yes."

"Were you scared?"

"Yes."

"Then why'd you do it?"

I looked over my shoulder, locked eyes with him.

"Because I knew how hard you'd fuck me if I did."

Just as I said, he started pounding away almost immediately, hand working feverishly on my cock. As I came, my cum shot all over the wall and door, and as I sank weakly to my knees he settled down, finishing quickly inside my ass.

"We should've done this years ago," Paul said.