I'd ordered a pizza and it turned up to my surprise, within twenty minutes. I thought it would be longer, so I had only my jeans on as I stepped from the shower to answer the door. The blond stud with a blue and white plaid shirt, open to the nipples held the pizza box out.
"Pepperoni with extra salami?"
"Bring it in, I've gotta get my wallet." He came into my apartment, nervously unsure of where to lay the pizza. I gestured to the table. He moved forward to set it down.
"Fuck! I've dropped a contact!" he exclaimed searching the floor, his ass up, waving. It was irresistible! A variation of dropping-the-soap-in-the-shower.
"I got it!" he said, stretching is eye lids as he replaced his lens.
"Hold that pose." I cried and jammed on a CD. I slid on my knees like an acrobat across the wood floor, to crouch behind him pinioning my jeans-clad bulge on his asscrack. I started to sway in time with the music. "Nocturnal Emissions" by the Ragin' Hardons from the CD of the same name.
I swung with his pelvis, my hands on his hips, butt dancing. We matched movements with the tempo of the tunes, fast and furious; slow and languid, always erotic. Gripping through his jeans, I played with his evident boner, jerking him off to the bassline. I'd been too young to remember discos, but went to dance places where you could sweat your buns and balls till dawn. My brother had shown me that old Travolta video and I was using some of those hip moves, humping this guy. Supported by his bent legs and arms, his sex expression could only come from his ass, abdomen and lowerback; he butt-danced good. Sinuous motions as he simulated being buttfucked.
Somehow keeping our pants on, made it hornier. Made it last longer as we danced to track after track. My arms free to explore his back and chest, teasing his nipples, massaging his cock. I pulled his shirt out, my hands around his love handles (still slim) and simulated fucking his brains out. We fell to the floor eventually exhausted, laughing. I undid his pants; his dick sprang out. It already had a condom on, erect and ready.
or "You're famous down at the piazza house...so I volunteered." he said, a mischievous grin breaking out on his face. I hadn't realised my reputation! But I grudgingly slipped my jeans down, pointing my ass out. The pizza guy butt fucked me with carnal delight.I got extra topping that night.
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