Date: Sun, 04 Mar 2001 17:05:43 +0000 From: begmealot@att.net Subject: adventures of tray and jay 50 WELL, NOW I'VE SETTLED FOR REAL. I HAVE A NEW AND FINAL EMAIL ADDRESS: begmealot@worldnet.att.net, SO THANKS FOR THE GREAT RESPONSE TO MY LAST STORY AND HOPE YOU LIKE THIS. "Adventures of Tray and Jay 50" PART 50: FOOD I don't know what came over me, okay. I'm like that, though, don't think I don't know it. Impulsive. But shit, I still say it isn't my fault. Impulsive comes from impulses, and I've got those to burn! Anyway, I had barely stretched the night kinks out of my tight Rugger body and rolled out of bed buck naked with my most impulsive part in its normal (straight out and warming my fist) state when I staggered all bleary-eyed into the kitchen... And my boy is there in nothing but these faded, ass-and-cock tormented blue jean cutoffs. I mean it, what's a boy to do? Dylan had a stained denim painter's tarp spread over the floor, but he wasn't painting. I forced my eyes from the pale, rock hard ass cheeks exposed through gashes in those shameful shorts and shook my head as I sucked in another wondrous breath at that stud's bod. Not to mention the dude I love inside. ANYWAY. I noticed the light coming in from outside was oddly colorful, which of course I wrote off to the swoon I still get when I walk into a room and catch my lover unawares. Only, this time it wasn't my dizzy head, okay, it was this beautiful stained crystal window that Dylan, with his totally macho handiness, had installed. I wish I knew how he does that kind of shit, really. Plus it turns me the fuck on to see him almost naked with screws clamped between his teeth and a power drill in his grimy paw. Okay, that's when I lost it. It was first thing in the morning for me, after all, even if it was after noon, and I dig Wheaties with fresh fruit... OHMYGOD! So as slow as I could, trying not to let Dylan boy hear me go to breathing harder, I opened the fridge and took rapid inventory of the edibles at my disposal: raspberry Smuckers, yeah! A can of whipped topping, fuck me. Fresh blueberries, yum. Maple syrup, good God! And there was more, but I had to assume I'd get only one shot at this, so I snagged the whipped topping and shook it like I jack off, low and fast and quiet, biting my lower lip to hold it in, then pointed the spout at the nape of my man's neck and cut loose! "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Dylan grunt-sighed as his wide back flexed and arched so I saw all his fine muscles bunching up and quivering and fixing to snap...but I kept squirting that sweet, white silky treat down the middle of my stud's back, all the way to where it gives way to the crack of his butt cheeks, which by the way were spazzing all over the damn place, only under his flimsy shorts! Yeah! I almost passed out. My hand dropped to my side and let go of the can, which clunked to the floor. With only my tongue, no hands or legs or chest or anything, I bent forward and flicked that hot, wet snake sideways to get the tasty cream off the back of his neck, and let me tell you, Dylan went berserk! His knees buckled. He fell forward and barely caught himself on the counter, but I followed, finally grabbing his athletic hips in my strong hands and stretching over his body to gobble up more of the cream. "OHHHGODDDDDD!" Dylan moaned. He was mine. I stopped my feast and with one hand firmly on his sticky spine told him to stay put while I opened the fridge and my next move was obvious. I gripped the Smuckers savagely, twisted off the cap with my thumb and finger, and, letting the lid clank to the floor, I turned the jar upside down over Dylan's head and started shaking the sucker! What a mess! Only, Dylan loved it! "Yeah, boy, yeah, Jay, do me that way, man! I'm jelly for you, boy! OH, GOD!" The raspberry jam was sliding all over his back and dripping in places onto the floor. I set the jar on the counter blindly and took my lover in my arms and pressed as hard as I could against him. He felt my bone head dripping onto the lower part of his back just above his jeans, and Dylan just sighed and reached behind him to drive my hips wilder than they already were. Man, I'm telling you... I went for it. There was this tear right in the crack of Dylan's shorts, where my cock would normally find its way if he was totally naked, and anyway, that's what it did. My prick forced its way through his shorts and into hot, steamy, hairy ass flesh! Dylan gasped in shock, and I wanted to penetrate my dude, do it right then and there with no lube but my horny boy juice, and I knew I could do it, too, there was nothing to stop me...except for my hunger! So, moaning wildly, I pulled out and spun Dylan around to face me, and when our chests mashed together and our arms circled each other, the delicious stuff that rubbed off of his backside onto my front got squished between us! Shit! I rubbed the goo on his back all over and then gave him my hand to eat some, and I went to rubbing the Smuckers in his hair and kissing him, and somehow his shorts dropped all on their own, it seemed. Well, you know. They can do that. Well, hell, then our bad boys were doing the mambo, I guess. It was so rough it hurt, but the good kind. Rock to rock. Then Dylan pushed me aside and went for the fridge himself and came back with the blueberries and the syrup. Ohmygod. Being a total fag, I turned around and assumed the position. Still, I wasn't prepared for the cold, squishy intrusion of soft blueberries being mashed into my butthole! Dylan's powerful fingers poked and forced the berries where he wanted them, up and down between my cheeks and over my firm, white ass, and even... INSIDE! "UUUNGHHHHHH!" I spazzed off. Dylan only laughed low and throaty and squeezed some syrup onto the small of my back, where it found its way quickly down to my happy butt. Dylan dropped to his knees behind me and started eating me and everything! He was slurping and chomping on my worn in but still tender behind, and his teeth and stubble tore and burned me but also sent the wildest bursts of fire and tingly ecstasy up my chute and through my entire body. The bastard was biting me back there! And swallowing and swallowing, the syrup, the blueberries, my spunky manliness... "MMMMMMMMMMMM!" Both of us. The very next second, I mean it, Dylan stood and wiped some jam from somewhere on himself and slammed his fuck finger all the way in my hole, and then as it occurred to me in a daze that I should have taken him when I had the chance, he took ME. All the way. Raspberry jam and maple syrup made the fuck he put on me possible, but it was still so tight and seedy (no pun intended) that I grimaced and broke out sweating and clenching my teeth. My fingers held onto the counter for comfort as my man sodomized me like he hadn't done in a long while. Rough. Carefree. Forceful. Cruel. Yeah. I liked it. Yeah, I did. Then he slowed. I whimpered in disappointment. No shit. Dylan leaned over me and whispered, his throat catching in the heat of the moment, "Suck my dick clean, faggot." "Okay," I said, maybe too fast, but fuck that. He pulled out of me and I turned and went down on him at the same time. Damn, the sweet, musky taste of me and him and the sweets drove me insane. I took his pole down my throat in one breath and shocked him good so his hands held onto my head and stroked my hair lovingly as I bobbed up and down his beautiful, long shaft and his arousal overflowed into grunts and everything. I didn't know it was coming until Dylan's prick swelled and went off throbbing over and over into me and I felt his seed spurting to the back of my throat and making me swallow automatically! The taste of his cream and all the rest, and the funky scent of it in my head, well, my hands went to my cock and balls and wanted to release myself onto the kitchen floor. "No way!" Dylan barked, breathless though he was, and buried his tool in my fuck face to let it drip the last of his load where it belonged. He got on his knees with me and went totally soft and tender and sensitive on me! Wow! I melted like the goop all over our bodies. Our lips were getting out of control, big, wet, nasty, slurpy smooches everywhere! I smelled and tasted Dylan's morning breath and started to faint, but he held on. Suddenly, Dylan was on his stomach, on the tarp, sucking my huge, hairy, swinging nuts into his mouth, one, then the other, then both! My stomach knotted in sexy outrage as he pulled my balls to the breaking point and finally let go. I breathed a sigh of relief until one, then two, then three of his fingers got past my sphincter and went in search of the Holy Spot! There it is! "OWWWW-WOOOWWWWW!" I screamed in delight. Dylan chuckled and licked my bouncing wonder. He rose a little on his elbows to tease the over-swollen cockhead and taste my flowing juice, and I was already a stroke from coming so when he went for it and choked himself on that huge thing I sprayed off! The first gush was monumental, like a good squirt gun, you know, that won't stop, and then I fired off shot after shot of riled spunk. Dylan was choking bad but loving it. I looked down and saw tears of joy or asphyxiation or something, and I just thought, fuck it, and kept pumping it to him. His middle finger was still tweaking my prostate and making more jiz seep out. We loved every drop. I lay down beside Dylan and kissed him again, and he coughed into me, and I tasted my stuff from his mouth and forced my tongue as far back into his mouth as deep as it would go, which was a long, damn way. I got all of my sperm I could find, making Dylan giggle. Then we just lay there touching and stuff, rubbing the sticky mess of food and sweat all over our firm bods, sniffing, licking some up off our chins or whatever. It was so cool, I mean it. I never would have guessed. That's when I thought of the whipped cream can and that funky little nozzle it has and how maybe it would fit up someone's hole, okay, and before I knew it my hand grabbed the sucker and my knees spread Dylan's, and he saw the can and shook his head with this awesome little boy doubt in his eyes. Well, I leered like a dirty old man and forcefully crawled up so Dylan's legs went back, knees by his ears... "Hey, wait, dude, there are limits, you know?" Dylan was sputtering practically, and you know it only drove me upward. I put my lips on his and gave him some tongue as my hand clenched around that can and drove it into his butthole, and I saw the alarm in my man's eyes and felt his face and mouth go real tight, but I jammed that nasty nozzle inside the hole and tasted Dylan's breath being taken away! Fuck, yeah! I took it away! Well, it was too late for playing, so I twisted the can and heard something squirt, and hell, it could have been me! Or Dylan! But it was the whipped cream! All-out surprise covered Dylan's face as it relaxed with his body, and after a few seconds I pulled out the nozzle and sucked it clean and dropped it. I must have had a wicked gleam in my eyes as I made my move on that waiting fuck-hole. I pushed Dylan's feet back as far as they'd go and dove face-first into the sopping wet, creamy white dessert that waited for me. Dylan started screaming! Nothing could prepare me for that. My tongue went rock hard, and I made this unusually manly, throaty sound , even for me, and crawled all the way up and just buried my monster in it's favorite sheath...only, this time the sheath was still tight as a Rugger's behind should be but silky smooth! Oh, my God, it was nice. Dylan went to chuckling all evil, like he does when he's riled and pleased to the pass-out point, his head wagging from side to side in delirious rapture. I, on the other hand, went insane. I pounded his butt so hard I thought I saw sparks flying from the gooey, hairy portal into my man. I lay down on top of him and we both wrapped our arms around each other and smooched. Somehow there was still a whole lot of Smuckers and shit all over us, and it tasted best right then when I stuck it to my boy good and nasty, spit flying between our mouths, teeth gnashing...and I saw tears rolling down Dylan's cheeks! I pulled back a little to make sure, and being the solid male type he is, he tried to turn away from me, but I wouldn't let him, okay, so he goes and closes his damn eyes! "Oh, man, I love you, Dylan, boy," I whispered. "Go for it, little guy," my big guy choked back, all emotional and shit, but his eyes said what he was thinking. I shifted my hips and slid my knees further down Dylan's side so my cock went the final distance, the last possible fraction it could penetrate my dude, and I felt all of it rising inside me and gasped and arched backward and sent the whole amazing wad flying into its dark resting place forever. I couldn't breathe or make another sound or anything, neither did Dylan, until what seemed like five minutes had passed and every muscle in my body unknotted painfully, only, it wasn't over! I got that ball twinge again, okay, and saw the gratitude in Dylan's eyes and watched the thick sweat and syrup and Smuckers and whatever flowing over his skin, and my hips moved once, then again, and I was going again! Fucking Dylan's wornout shitter all over again! "OH, YESSSSSSSS!" Dylan yelled at the top of his lungs, the colored light cascading over his sexy as hell young bod, which was shaking from the pounding of my great big boy dick. "ERRRRUHHHH-GHHHHH-FFFFFFFUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK!" That was me, obviously. Second coming came fast but my pecker was sore and swollen and angry and sensitive as hell so each thrust in and out of my man was ecstatic agony! I was breathing so fast I seriously thought I'd have a heart attack when it all subsided and I collapsed onto Dylan boy again, my cock slurping out of his butt and our tired bodies settling onto the tarp, heaving and sighing and panting and sweating like all holy fuck. That's when Dylan laughed gently and hugged me and slid around into a 69, and when he took my dirty rear, well, what's a boy to do? You guessed it.