12 comments/ 19657 views/ 17 favorites Pizza Boy at the Door Ch. 09 By: JKendallDane 8=== > Laughter in the morning and tears in the afternoon Josh's body began to pull his mind from the slumber he was enjoying. His eyes fluttered several times as the fog of the most strange dream he was having, was attempting to clear and allow it to come into full focus. He thought the half awake vision was the ending of a good wet dream, but never before had his early morning wood been fed by a hallucination like this one...lips working his cock and his thighs being tickled by the rough hair of a long beard. In a way, it was very enjoyable since Josh found certain bear-type men very attractive; but a beard had never been any kind of real turn-on for him. But this was different...very different! The beard was stimulating him like he didn't know he could be when it brushed back and forth over his taut balls and stroked his inner thighs as the mouth swallowed his erection over and over, again and again. His body finally won the contest as he felt the rumble begin and his eyes snapped open just as he came. He was thoroughly enjoying the toe-curling euphoria as his throbbing tool vibrated and emptied in the hungry mouth. But he suddenly burst out laughing like a psychotic clown in a Stephen King novel. "Merry Christmas, my favorite cute little elf. Did Santa bring you what you really wanted?" Josh couldn't stop the almost painful chortling that was coming from inside him. He just kept laughing as he continued staring at a naked Kyle situated between his legs who once again had pulled off the 'best alarm clock there is' morning wake up stunt on him. But this time he did it while wearing a large, red, white-tassled, Kris Kringle hat, and the biggest white fake beard he had ever seen! When he finally got his amusement under control, he demanded, "Get up here you insane, sexy, stud." He pulled Kyle to his face to taste his own juice as they kissed. It made him incredibly horny again and he pushed Kyle to his back and took the twitching ornament between Santa's legs in his hand and slowly pulled it a few times. "Let me see if this little elf can make Santa come more than once a year," was the only thing Josh said as he instantly inhaled Kyle's rod. He soon had him writhing on the bed and before Kyle could issue his typical warning of how close he was; Josh poked a wet finger thru his puckering poinsettia and made Kyle explode instantly when he nailed the magic button hard. The glow on both their faces as they snuggled and mixed up yet another snowball, would have out-shined even Rudolph the Reindeer's vibrant red nose. "I think Santa needs to come down your chimney every night, Joshie," was the last bad, seasonal humor, teasing one-liner from Kyle; but Josh just had to add a last one of his own. "Lots better than just lukewarm milk and more stale cookies sitting on the mantle, eh Santa?" That only solicited a very wide grin and nod of the head from Kyle before he licked a stray drop of cum from Josh's cheek without words. Kyle glanced over at the red digits of the LED alarm clock on the night stand and stated "It's only 5am baby...but it is finally Christmas morning...for us anyway." The wink he used with the comment, momentarily hid the sparkle in the left eye; but the golden flecks in his right hazel one seemed to glitter even more. Even though Kyle would have loved to have spent the entire day this way as they kissed and caressed and cuddled, he also knew he was on a serious time schedule due to his flight plans later in the day. Kyle suddenly sat up and crossed his legs Native American style and looked down at Josh's face. The afterglow smile was still on it and very wide. "Come on baby...we have more presents to open," was conjoined with a bouncing on the bed that reminded Josh of what was inside that big package under the tree that Kyle was dying to tear into. "Just fair warning, stud," Josh began. "That big one is last...and that is not negotiable." The little boy inside the oh-so-grown-up and hot as hell twenty-two year old man in front of him, had surfaced and Josh decided to let his own inner child out of his nearly nineteen year old, manboy body too. "And I get to open mine first this morning!" were the words he yelled, as he jumped from on top of the covers and ran for the bedroom door. Kyle unfolded his legs and was in quick pursuit; challenging him with, "Not if I get there first!" Kyle had already told him last night, that the big one from him that intrigued Josh almost as much his huge one did Kyle; was the last one he got to open, too. When Josh beat him to the tree and grabbed it from under the tree, Kyle tackled him and they wrestled for a moment or two like two young brothers playfully fighting over a suddenly stolen basketball during a game of one-on-one. "Pleeeeeeease Kyle. I want to see inside this one fiiirrrrsssttt," was the grade school style whine he spewed. Kyle yanked the huge one from under the tree and ripped one edge of wrapping loose. "Only if I can see inside this one first toooooooo," was the similar 9-year-old-like taunt he answered with. Just for effect, Kyle stuck out his tongue also. "Hummm. Trying to bribe me now are you?" Kyle leaned in and licked an erect nipple on Josh's chest. "Is it working?" "Yeah...you know it always does. But you still have to open the other one first." Kyle bent his lips downward and forced the bottom one out as far as he could...as if he was five years old and just been banished to a long time out. He even added an appropriate sad look to his eyes to further exaggerate the faked disappointment. They both laughed and conceded by sitting the two big ones to the side...knowing there was a reason each had for making the most mysterious ones, last. 'Damn mind meld very first thing in the morning,' zinged thru Josh's head at the same time Kyle placed the smallest of the remaining boxes in his hand. It actually had been the smallest of all 10 of the gifts that were under the tree. Kyle had already grabbed the medium sized one that was from Josh and just held it as he silently told Josh to go first. He was holding his breath as Josh quickly pulled off the simple gold bow & ribbon, and then the shiny bright green foil paper. Once the tiny white box was exposed, Kyle nodded his head at him to remove the top. The morning sun rising over the bay was streaming through one of the double glass patio doors. It caught the bright silver laying on a bed of snow white cotton inside the box, and lit it up like a Hollywood search light was on it in the semi-dark room. Josh slowly lifted the long sterling chain and saw the second glittering reflection of the sun as it bounced off the shiny silver pendant dangling from it. He turned slightly, to block the glare, and finally saw what it was: a pair of spear and shield Mars symbols; universally recognized as the sign for male; but this one had them linked together as one. He had seen the same type of one that Cody at the shop would occasionally wear; but his was on a choker chain...this one was slightly larger and on a much longer and thicker piece of silver rope. He looked over at Kyle with a slight moistness in his eye as he knew that this had to have been very expensive. As if he just knew what Josh was thinking as he rolled the piece of jewelry in his palm; Kyle scooted over beside and took it from his hand. "Here, baby. Let's see how it looks on you," were his tender words as he slipped it over Josh's head and adjusted the position until the 'I am a man and I like other men' symbolism of the pendant was centered on his hairless chest. "Good! I did get the right length," came from his mouth. "Right length?" was all Josh could say as he stared down at it adorning the crevice between his still boyish pecs. "Yeah baby. I was worried I got a chain that was too long or too short." Josh stared at him again with an unstated 'Huh?' He answered it with "Sweetie...I know you aren't out yet, but are totally comfortable with being gay...with yourself and me and some friends anyway." He paused a couple of seconds and then continued. "That length means you can wear it proudly and not have it be 'in your face' with it...with your customers or your family." He paused another moment before suggesting, "Turn it over, babe." A huge smile exploded on Josh's face as he held the pendant out from his chest and flipped it in his hand. Etched on the back of one symbol was 'kylio' and on the other 'joshie'....all in lower case, block letters. He knew that he would be wearing this home for the holidays, and even if he never found a way to talk about Kyle to his family this trip; he would be there with him. "I don't know how to say what I am thinking Kyle...it is so beautiful." "Don't try baby. Just knowing you like it, is all I needed to hear." The large smile on his face also came from what he didn't say but was in his mind: 'If things keep going like they are, the next piece of jewelry for you will be round, gold, and have both of our names in script; etched inside together...and I will have the matching ring on my left hand.' Kyle inhaled very deeply as he realized that was the first time he had let the thought of something very serious and very permanent being possible with him and Josh. Kyle had been raised Catholic, and gay or not, his attitude about marriage was that it only happens ONE time. That sobering train of thought was derailed as Josh nudged him with his first gift of the morning. 'Little boy' Kyle happily took the medium sized rectangular package from him, and wasted no time at getting it open as Josh watched intently. Part of him was excited, but a larger part was nervous that the shadow box hockey display wasn't anywhere near as intimate as what had just been given him. The reaction on Kyle's face and words quickly displaced that thought. "Oh wow Josh! How the hell did you know?" as Kyle hugged the frame and then nearly broke the glass as it was wedged between them in the bear hug he gave Josh. "Do you have ANY idea what this means to me?" Josh's confused look said he didn't. "Baby! I got to meet Patrick Roy after a Montreal-Buffalo game when I was maybe all of 9 or 10 years old, and just starting to play hockey." Kyle was so excited, that the next words just spilled out. "He had kicked our ass in that game and I decided right then and there, that I wanted to be as good as him someday. He is the reason I became a goalie in high school. He was my hero! I wanted to BE him someday! You couldn't have found me anything better." Josh was beaming and feeling the same way as he ran his thumb over the etched names on the back on the necklace around his neck. He knew that so long as he wore it, Kyle would be with him; even when he wasn't. That made his heart...and cock...stir. "For real, Kyle?" he asked. Kyle let loose of the shadow box for the first time since it came out of the box, and laid it gently on the coffee table. "As real as this is," was all he said before pulling Josh into a tight embrace and kissing him deeply. As their lips rubbed together, their tongues battled back and forth inside each other's mouths, and their hands roamed and suddenly found hardness...both suddenly remembering they each were naked after having raced from the bedroom without bothering to put on any underwear even. Kyle squeezed Josh's preeing cock and whispered, "I have a real quandary right now baby." "Oh? And what is that, Kyle?" Josh was tugging gently at Kyle's oozing manhood too. "I want to suck your dick so bad right now, but I want to open that last fucking big box too!" Snickering and while chewing on his ear lobe, Josh's aroused again libido made him whisper, "So let's get the damn things open then get it on!" Kyle grinned evilly and kept a tight grip on the thick inches of flesh in his left hand as he used the right one to grab and nudge his final gift towards Josh. Josh was nibbling on one of Kyle's nipples as he picked up the box and realized it was very light for the size. Kyle used the free hand to pull Josh's huge gift box to him and thought the very same thing as it moved easily to him on the deep pile, dark green area rug covering the light beige, granite tile floor. Josh was the first to release the grip as he remembered the giant plush animal inside the wrapped package. It made him cycle another couple of thoughts to himself: 'Hell, Kyle goes bOINg more than Tigger does. Getting him horny and up again won't be any problem, even if he loses that hard on while we open the last ones.' He didn't explain the accompanying snickers to Kyle, but instead seriously asked, "So who goes first this time?" "Why don't we do it like we have done our best orgasms...together?" was Kyle's smirking suggestion as he squeezed Josh's cock one last time before letting go. Josh silently concurred by tearing the expensive looking gold and purple paper and gently started to lift the flap of the Mr. Coffee box that was underneath. Other than the short set of giggles from Kyle when his paper ripping exposed a 36" floor fan box and he pulled up a similar flap; he remained quiet too. It was obvious to each other that they had both recycled other boxes to use for whatever was so special that it was the last gift to be opened. That only added to the curiosity and they nodded to each other that it was time...and they popped the lids back and peeked inside. The resulting duplicated "OH HELL NO!" from each was just about the most amazing thing either had said or heard as it sank in to what had happened between them with the two final gifts...the most unnerving and yet the most substantiation so far, of how special their odd ESP-mind meld thing was. Kyle had already gotten the giant Tigger free from being wedged tightly inside the cardboard box and was hugging the hell out of it like a 3 year old, when Josh yanked the 18" tall plush Pooh from his box and immediately kissed it on the nose. Now if THAT wasn't the ultimate Kodak moment...two grown men sitting naked with erections beside a Christmas tree, and laughing hysterically while they hugged giant stuffed animals...then nothing ever would be! The truly funny thing was, neither had yet noticed what each stuffed toy had attached to their hands yet. Josh was the first to regain some sense of composure and asked "Why Pooh, Kyle?" As an important afterthought, he added, "Grandma always calls me 'her little Pooh'." "Because I think he reminds me of you...and that special sweet 'honey pot' you have me put my tongue in all the time." He grinned and then also questioned Josh with "Why Tigger, Joshua?" He added his own extra bit of info before Josh could speak: "I know you didn't know that 'Tigger' became my nickname on the high school hockey team because the coach said I bOINg'd around on the ice so much to protect the net!" Josh laughed at the irony and then said, "Well that may be true, but I kind of latched onto it because of the way you go bOINg~bOINg~bOINg in the bedroom, stud." That made Kyle smile. "Tigger has something in his paw for you while we are apart, too." Kyle's smile widened as he found the plastic bag with six more Santa shaped Reese Cups inside tied to the stuffed animal's wrist. "You will have to ration them out because I didn't have enough money left to buy you one for each day you are gone." Kyle reached and ruffled Josh's blonde mop and said, "You might want to see what Pooh has in his hand for you for the next ten days too, baby." Josh quickly discovered a set of two colored keys on a ring, safety-pinned to Pooh's right hand. The befuddled look he had was quickly cleared up by Kyle. "You are only going to be at the farm for a few days, right?" Josh shook his head in the affirmative. "Well, instead of hanging in that cramped dorm room, use the red key to make yourself at home here before and after work while I am gone. That way, this place isn't totally empty for almost two weeks and attractive to burglars." Kyle winked and added "Plus, I won't have to jump up and run to the door to let you in, every time you are coming over to spend the night in the future." Josh caught the automatic assumption of 'future nights' in Kyle's comment. He smiled and held up the bright blue, other key on the ring. Kyle smiled back. "That's the mother in me you just have to accept will always be there, baby. The more I thought about you driving that damn old beater-mobile almost all the way to Tallahassee and back...and in holiday traffic too...well, I don't want to have to worry while I am in New York about you being broke down alongside some deserted section of I-10; or being squashed like a bug if you are in any kind of accident in that oversized tuna-can-with-wheels of yours." The baffled look was still on Josh's face and Kyle looked down at his thick pubes and joked, "Yeah...you are a true blonde...all the way through." Josh stuck his tongue out at Kyle and jousted back with, "Yeah I am...and you seem to like us dumb blondes an awful lot...so what's the point I am not getting?" Kyle laughed. "Yeah, I do...at least one certain one anyway." He planted a playful smooch on Josh's nose and tugged a little on his dusty yellow pubes at the same time. "The point is, blondie, that is a key to the Hummer and I want you to promise to use it to drive home for Christmas. Josh's mouth fell open at the request, but before he could get words out, Kyle continued. "Just one favor needed that goes along with the keys to the beast...you can drop me off at the airport at 2pm for my flight because I hate the so-called cab service in this town. Plus, I would rather trust you driving it while I am gone, than pay the $10 a day charge they will rape me for at the long term lot because it takes up two stalls." Josh rubbed the goose bumps that popped on his arms as he realized the deep amount of trust Kyle was placing in him with the two keys. "I really appreciate the use of the house and I will be sooo careful with the truck...promise!" "I know you would be Joshie. That's why Little Pooh had them for Big Pooh." That freaking intoxicating combined smile and grin came with the newest pet name. "Yeah...well 'Big Pooh' is really gonna miss 'Big Tigger' while he is gone. A lot!" Josh then pushed the little stuffed Pooh into the bigger plush toy Tigger still in Kyle's hands, and simulated a kiss and hip grind between them. Kyle slipped his long middle finger under the toy Tigger's butt and made it pop up between its legs. "Oh dammit all too hell, Pooh! Look! You went and made Tigger go bOINg again!" Josh rolled over on his side laughing as he looked at the little finger penis poking out between the orange legs and then noticed that eight inches of wiggling flesh was also standing straight up between the real life Tigger's legs. Kyle reached over and fondled Josh while seductively mouthing, "I think Pooh needs some Tigger attention." He lay down next to Josh and took the Tigger still in his hand placed it on it's back on the floor above their heads. Then he removed the plushy Pooh from Josh's hand and laid it butt first, up against the large orange nose, and buried the black nose in Tigger's crotch, sixty-nine style. Josh grinned wide and pushed Kyle to his back and assumed the same position. After a few minutes of orally pleasuring each other, Josh reached over and flipped the Pooh toy to its back and planted Tigger's orange butt cheeks against Pooh's nose. Kyle got the hint and rolled Josh over and slowly begin wiggling his hard cheeks on his face. As the tongue began flicking in and out of his college boy pussy faster and deeper, he leaned forward and swallowed the man meat bouncing off Josh's pubes. They remained coupled that way for a long time as each worked the other with their lips and tongues and teeth. As the final undulations of their hips began to siphon the liquid in their juice holders, Kyle sat up and synchronized his rapid jerking of Josh's cock with the tongue lashing Josh was giving the erotic spot just inside his rosebud. The final countdown began. "Oh hell YES! Eat that man cunt! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ohhh fuuccckkk!!!" came right before Kyle saw Josh's balls draw up and felt the rush of the life seed push against his jacking fingers. "OH FUCK JO~SHU~AAA!" and Kyle's eruption all over Josh's chest and stomach came at the same time Josh bit his anal ring lightly and the first giant splatter from the cock in his hand covered Kyle's face. Pizza Boy at the Door Ch. 09 As Kyle pumped the hard dick in his hand more; more of Josh's cum jumped from his slit. The harder Josh tongue fucked the butt on his face; the more Kyle's cock spurted by itself. By the time Kyle stopped cumming and Josh's mouth left Kyle's bung and his own hard on began to wilt, there was a warm lake of white spooge they had jointly created on Josh's stomach. Kyle spun and rolled to his side in order to begin a cuddle, but stopped in laughter. He turned Josh's head upwards so he could see what he had also. Josh balled up in the fetal position giggling as he saw the toy Pooh and Tigger now laying side-by-side against each other...apparently knocked apart during his and Kyle's antics...and almost identical to the position he and Kyle were now in. "I am telling you right now, if that Pooh lights up a damn cigarette, I will spank his fuzzy ass!" was Kyle's threat. "You didn't notice, did you, Kyle?" Josh had a slight frown on his face. "I am doing all I can to give you one extra Christmas gift and I really hope I can." Kyle's confused look made him continue. "How many smokes have I had since I got here last night, stud?" Kyle searched his memory banks and honestly couldn't remember any. "You are trying to quit, aren't you baby?" The humongous smile on his face changed a little when Josh replied "Yeah I am Kyle. I want to do that for you." Kyle wrapped his arms around Josh and turned into 'Gonna-be Doc' Kyle. "I am only going to tell you this one time baby...accept it as fact: As much as that means to me, you quit FOR YOU; not for me. It's YOUR health; not mine." After a brief pause, he added "Make that your gift to yourself, and I just end up getting to enjoy it also." He then smiled, and so did Josh as he evidently agreed with the mini lecture. A quick kiss later, he sincerely joked, "You do taste better baby...but then maybe its because I know where your lips have been the last 15 minutes and I have Joshie juice on my tongue...so maybe its not just no ciggies for a long time." "Well I am more than willing to keep using that same special white mouthwash if you are too." Josh had an extreme grin on his face as he scooped up some of the mixed man milk on his stomach. He took a little in his own mouth and wiped the rest on Kyle's lips. They both enjoyed their unique mixed flavors as they cuddled and kissed for a few more minutes. "Hey sweetie...let's get a shower and dressed finally...and I will buy your cute ass breakfast at Denny's. Sound good?" "Sure does hunk." Josh licked his lips...partially from the vision of a giant country-style breakfast...but more so from the reality of watching Kyle's high & hard, naked butt cheeks swing back and forth in front of him as he followed them down the hall to the master bath. For the first time, they were able to share the shower without turning it into another romp. 'The multiple pleasuring we already shared this morning was evidently enough to satisfy us,' Josh thought as he soaped down his legs and saw Kyle's limpness between his legs. 'Well...for another hour or two, anyway,' he playfully added to his unstated thoughts as his own cock stirred when Kyle turned and washed his back for him. * * * * * They were in the Hummer and almost to the popular restaurant 25 minutes later, when Josh realized this was their first real time out in public together to enjoy a meal. Kyle usually cooked for them, or Josh brought home a pizza from work. They walked into the crowded eatery, but only had to wait a few moments in line for seats. It felt good being out in the daylight mixing in with other people together. Really good...especially when Kyle shamelessly slid in beside him to share the same side of the booth...just like every other happy couple in the establishment! No one seemed to give them a second look other than the knowing wink from the slightly queenie waiter that came to their table. As Josh scanned the menu the male server had handed him, the 'Grand Slam' option caught his eye. The craving for the one that was suddenly in his mind once again, didn't get served on a plate though. He ordered one to eat anyway, and leered teasingly at Kyle as he nonchalantly answered the waiter's question about the eggs. "I'm suddenly in the mood for over easy." It was just after 10:30am when the guys finished up breakfast at Denny's. They were enjoying a final cup of coffee together and some banter with Carl; their gay waiter; who they had managed to bond with very well during the meal. He was in his early 30's, but didn't look it...in the face or his body. He had long, thick, well-styled, black hair; a certain interesting gleam in his deep brown eyes; and the way he kept them entertained while they ate, seemed to be much more than just a good waiter working his tip. "So you guys just started dating seriously and have to spend your first Christmas apart?" was the clarification he asked for as he topped off both their coffee cups again. "Man, that sucks big ones!" Josh and Kyle both shot each other a knowing grin as they remembered the number of times 'sucking a big one' had been their way to handle the lust that just developed between them so easy. "Yeah it does, Carl," Kyle began. "And it is gonna be a long ten days for my always horny little Pooh," he added along with a thigh squeeze to Josh under the table. Josh one-upped Kyle with a quick crotch grab that couldn't be seen by anyone but the waiter, and countered with, "Like my Tigger doesn't go bOINg ever time the wind shifts." The lump he squeezed again as Kyle let his fingers tickle the inside of Josh's jeans-covered thighs, grew hard instantly as proof of what he had said. "I just cream myself seeing young love in full bloom," Carl sarcastically whispered to them. "Thanks for making me as hard as both of you are right now, guys!" He winked at them and both Josh & Kyle noticed the fairly prominent...and impressive...bulk that was showing in the front of Carl's tight black dress slacks that were a part of the standard uniform at the 24 hour restaurant. He blushed only slightly as he tastefully as he could, adjusted it and said with a head toss towards a table full of late 40's and 50 something women: "There! All nice and showing well. Now I can go play straight for the collection of cougar wanna-bes." Josh popped Carl a knowing wink of how well aware he was that when tips are your livelihood, you have to be quick on your feet and able to adjust more than just an inopportune boner. He overheard Carl's voice suddenly lose the queenie lilt, and become as masculine as any other man's in the place, at the new table with, "Hi. My name is Carl and I am TOTALLY at your service. So what can I bring you fine examples of real womanhood to drink?" He intentionally slid the tray that had been covering his gay-induced bump in his pants enough for one of the ladies to see it. The smile as she nudged the lady beside her told him they would all be checking his box when he brought back the thermos-style coffee pot in a few minutes. He winked at Josh as he walked back past his and Kyle's table. All five of the women were quietly giggling to each other and pointing at his ass in the tight slacks. 'Damn! He is good,' thought Josh. 'He already has them thinking how big the tip needs to be! Wish I could hack up good one-liners like that so easily.' His self-spanking was coming from recalling a delivery to Motel Sex mid-week, when the door of room 149 had opened late in the evening, and he faced a nice looking, late 20's redhead...wearing only a pair of red lace panties. Josh had been so taken off guard, that he sputtered some as she teasingly jiggled her perky tits a little. He finally noticed the fairly hunky guy laying; probably naked, and obviously hard; under the tented, thin white sheet on the bed. He was grinning at Josh's now blushing country boy cheeks, and he had to do a rapid double and triple check in his mind of what to say. As he handed off the clipboard that was holding the credit card slip he needed signed, to Miss Perky Tits, "Looks like you guys have dessert and dinner now," was all he could think of, to whip off rapidly. The babe with the bouncing boobs snickered, and be-bopped over to the bed to have the hunk sign the slip. Josh restrained himself from licking his lips as the guy...intentionally he thought...let the cotton sheet slip low enough to show off the dark happy trail that led to some seriously thick crotch shrubbery, and the glistening, wet head of a very nice and very erect cock poking over the edge of the bed covering. The set of bouncing boobs came back to the door and gave him back the clipboard with yet another snicker and intentional jiggle. Josh saw a respectable $3 tip added to the $15.03 price, and took the chance at saying, "Nice ones cutie," to the girl; and added a knowing nod and wink that said the same thing to the guy in bed. All three smiled at each other one more time, and then the mostly naked girl closed the door on him. Josh was wondering now; days later; if the tip could have been ratcheted-up to $5, if he was as good as their waiter and verbally played to both them, like Carl was working the table full of middle-aged women. "Joshie!" A soft, triple, knuckle rap to the top of his skull was next. "You in there somewhere, baby?" "Opps! Sorry Kyle. I was thinking about something," was the grabbed-for explanation of why he had been off in la-la land for a moment. Finger tips were stroking the inside Josh's thighs again and he heard "Same thing I was, by any chance, my little stud?" The grin that always made him punchy, was on Kyle's face. "We only have a couple more hours before I have to get to the airport," he softly began. "And I really don't want to have sex with you in the truck in the middle of the drop off zone...not in the middle of the afternoon on one of the busiest flying days of the year anyway." Josh matched the wide grin from Kyle, and covered his hand with his own, to stop him from playing with his zipper under the table. "Let's finish eating and then go home and make the best of those couple of hours then." His thought of, 'Yeah...I called the house on the bay, 'home' back in the restaurant, and Kyle only smiled at me when I did,' was with him the whole way to the truck twenty minutes later. Josh fondled the pair of keys in his pocket that had come with the plush Tigger that morning, and smiled some more. "I'll ride bitch...you drive baby," was the order as Kyle headed for the passenger door of the Hummer. "Might as well find out now whether you can handle something big," was the crack he used as he slammed the door shut once inside. Josh had already climbed in the left side door and he reached over and took a handful of Kyle's box in his palm from the driver's seat. "Haven't had a problem with anything 'big' of yours so far." The snicker at the end of that come back was a partial masking of the thought he stifled himself from adding. "But then again...that hell-on-wheels, monster truck hasn't tried to park in my garage yet, either." Kyle scanned the parking lot quickly, and then leaned over and planted a kiss on Josh's now full crotch." Get us back to the house baby, before I decide to give you head right here." Obviously all the teasing in the restaurant had both of them well into being 'in the mood' once again, and Josh fired up the truck to follow Kyle's next order of, "Home James!" * * * * * Josh killed the engine on the giant black truck after he finally maneuvered into the red curb at the far end of the drop off zone at the Pensacola Regional Airport, 20 minutes before Kyle had to check in. Kyle had snickered some as Josh attempted to get the Godzilla of SUVs closer to his air carrier's doors twice...and twice had given up and pulled back out when he got nervous he couldn't wedge it in between the other cars and cabs that were zipping in & out. "It's OK, baby. It took me a while to get used to parking this big thing too," was how he calmed Josh's fears finally. Josh had smiled because Kyle was always so good at doing that...calming his fears...and had done an excellent job of it earlier back at the house, when Josh expressed his feelings about not seeing him for the next ten days. "I won't know what to do with myself, Kyle!" had been his final whimper. "Don't worry, babes. I will text and call you enough, that we will come up with something," was the answer Kyle gave back...along with a very evil grin and exaggerated wink. He refused to explain that comment or either facial expression, beyond, "I have a plan. Trust me!" The first few moments they sat in the semi-secluded end of the busy area, they shared silence and held each other's hands. Neither really wanted to say the big word 'Goodbye', and both were delaying it as long as they could. The dead air that filled the interior gave both a chance to quickly recall the last couple of hours at the house. Kyle had wanted to play as soon as they walked in the door from the restaurant and dead bolted it behind them. He had grabbed Josh and drove his tongue into his mouth before the tumblers finished dropping inside the lock. Kyle slid closer to Josh in the truck and placed his hand on Josh's thigh as he remembered the kiss that came with the 'cla-clink' of the door locking. Josh wanted the physical contact at the house too, but his mind had been wandering all over. Everything from the sadness of not being together for 10 days, to the happiness he just experienced using his own key to unlock the house the first time was bouncing around his brain. The exhilaration of remembering their gift exchange as the pendant rubbed his chest every time he moved, was in there also. And the concern of just how to explain showing up at the farm in rural Havana, Florida, driving an expensive Hummer? Perhaps most on his mind was whether or not he could keep from talking about Kyle constantly and turning Christmas into coming out day. Kyle's sudden touch of his leg in the Hummer, emptied the remembrances from his brain...the same as Kyle's tongue in his mouth had round-filed for a while, the thoughts he had back at the house. Kyle was staring thru the windshield; half watching a 727 jump into the sky at the end of a runway; when his hand moved to the inside of Josh's thigh and he also remembered more of the previous hours at the house. There was a serious tugging at his heart too, over the separation that was to soon begin. There also was a huge happy dance going on inside his mind as it replayed Josh finally giving into his kisses and neck chews and blatant groping in the entry hall that ended with the hour-long session they shared in bed. Their lust had them kissing and yanking off clothes starting at the doorway between the living room and foyer, and they left a trail of shirts, jeans, shoes, and socks, through the house. Both were almost nude by the time they flopped onto the bed...only fully bulged underwear was still left on each. In the tall truck now; he let his fingers begin strumming the inside of Josh's leg like a guitar Josh was petting the hand that was lightly stroking the inside of his thigh and closed his eyes as his memory flashed to how he had pinned Kyle down on the bed and straddled the mountain in his fully packed boxer briefs with his still cotton covered ass cheeks. Kyle had moaned ever so deeply as Josh worked himself back and forth on his steel-hard lump. Josh moaned in the truck cab as he felt his cock begin to ooze inside his jeans from the heat of his hand now being on top of Kyle's and moving along with it as Kyle teased his inner leg. The feel of Josh's hand on his made Kyle leak a little and he called to mind seeing the front of Josh's red undies beginning to darken as his cock dribbled into them while riding his hard on. Josh's back and forth thrusts had made him start to fill his own too, with the ever-increasing droplets of first jis. He had known the two of them were almost at the point of taking that final step they hadn't yet...very almost. He also knew the limited time they had before leaving for the airport...and the talking that would most certainly be required after the ultimate coupling...that this wasn't when it was to happen. It couldn't be! Kyle had leaned forward and teased the wet mushroom that had grown out of the skimpy briefs with his tongue. Some of the reason was pure desire; but it was mostly to hopefully break the spell Josh was unknowingly putting on him to make the time for it to happen, be now. What was happening now in the front seat an hour later, was almost as tempting. Kyle's hand moved further up the thigh and Josh's eye lids tightened. When he felt Kyle's thumbing of the erection in his jeans, he flashed back to that first flick of the tongue he felt on his bone earlier. Kyle had so seductively and slowly pulled Josh off his cock and up his chest until his butt was no longer rocking on his tool, but instead planted on his hard pecs. The full lips on the cherubic face beneath him parted, and without a single word being said; Josh followed the instruction of Kyle's eyes to put it in his mouth. His own baby blues locked on the gold glitters swimming in the hazel sea of Kyle's human apertures, and he saw the, "Yes, but not yet," explanation in them. Kyle's hand had wrapped around him and finished bringing Josh's silky pole between his lips. The light brushing his thumb was making on the tip of the hardness in Josh's jeans reminded Kyle of how good his joy jam tasted when that bulbous head slid over his tongue and he slowly began taking the shaft attached to it, inch-by-inch deeper. Josh had helped him get the red bikinis off and soon had his entire seven inches inside. Josh kept his eyes tightly pinched shut and allowed Kyle to continue making him so wanted with his touches. Being so intimately touched in a fairly public area by his boyfriend only reinforced the feelings Kyle had caused as he worked his mouth on him back in bed. 'This is the ultimate kiss,' was the thought Josh remembered as he felt his balls stir when Kyle had so expertly licked them with his lips still over his cock. 'Oh how much I want those lips on me again...right now!' Kyle played a little with Josh's zipper as he grinned at conjuring up the repeat vision of Josh's rapid spin on his chest in the bed and gobbling down Kyle's cock like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Josh felt Kyle's tug at his zipper and moved his hand inside the leg opening of the running shorts Kyle had decided to wear on the flight. His mind was also feeling Kyle's cock head once again slap against his tonsils when they began the hip motions of face fucking earlier. Kyle moaned as Josh's fingers tickled his balls. He pulled down Josh's zipper and slid his hand inside the jeans and realized Josh was commando. As he wrapped his hand around the bare flesh he had discovered, he knew was uttering the same type of moan that he had let out when Josh's humps into his mouth became stronger an hour earlier. Josh knew that between the way Kyle's hand had started working him; and the aphrodisiac effect of the fact this was happening pretty much right out in the open at the airport, and stirring an exhibitionist streak he didn't know he had; that he would cum easily if Kyle didn't stop. He remembered cumming very easily not all that many minutes ago...but only after a full hour of making love to each other with their mouths, but never saying the first word. Kyle didn't care that Josh was about to explode him all over himself and his fresh running shorts, with the way he was feeling him up. He knew he could grab a pair of jeans from the suitcase and change in a restroom inside the terminal before the sure-to-show, large stain would make him stand out too much to the other holiday travelers jamming the airport concourses. It was about the same way he didn't care when he felt Josh's balls tighten against his nose when they were sixty-nining so shortly ago in bed, and knew his throat was about to be flooded. Pizza Boy at the Door Ch. 09 Josh felt his balls draw up the same way they had earlier when Kyle finally found both right spots at the same time with his lips and the probing middle finger that was up inside him searching. Kyle opened his eyes as he felt the movement of his life liquid begin. He looked straight into Josh's face the same as he had when that same feeling occurred shortly before, back at the house. Josh's eyes opened too, and he allowed his tongue to be vacuumed up into Kyle's moist mouth. It was being sucked like his schlong had been right before the final scream came in the bedroom. Kyle pulled on him faster and kissed Josh hard. Josh chewed on Kyle's upper lip and was jerking even harder on him. Kyle rubbed his thumb over the wetness of Josh's slit and pulled faster on the now quaking tool in his palm. Josh pushed his pinky finger hard into the knot beneath Kyle's balls and yanked up and down on the bottom half of his begging throbber a half dozen more times. Kyle bit Josh's upper lip. Josh whimpered. Kyle shuddered. Josh shook. Both of them tried to duplicate the loud cries of pleasure that came when they finally did too, when this happened an hour ago and they thought it was the last time for ten long days. They didn't succeed. They exceeded them! The rolled-up windows of the Hummer almost rattled as both yelled and blew their loads in each other's hands and splattered the inside of the clothing their cocks were still trapped inside of. Thankfully, a giant 747 had just pulled up next to the terminal wing they were nearest, and the final long winding up and then down again of the giant jet engines help drown out the joint screams of one more, so satisfying, mutual climax the boys had just shared with their hands. Otherwise; the airport rent-a-cop that was taking a smoke break only 10 or 15 yards away; would certainly have ran to the tall truck and hoisted himself up on the running boards, to see what was wrong. In spite of the deep, deep feelings in their minds at that moment; and no matter how much they wanted to wipe some of the sticky whiteness on their fingers on each other's lips, and then share a most romantic kiss; they just had to laugh first at the pure erotic absurdity of what they had just done: jerking each other off with their pants still on...in the middle of the damn airport drop off area...while they recalled the many hot moments from an hour earlier. The giggles finally gave way without a word to the passion, and they each slimed a little of their home-made lip balm on the other and then held a kiss as long as they ever had in the privacy of the house. The rest of their juices were already quickly drying inside Josh's jeans and Kyle's running shorts. Josh was quietly cuddled in the comfort of Kyle's strong arms. Even though he was scared at certain feelings he was having; he also never wanted what else he was feeling at that moment, to ever, ever end. Kyle was the first to finally break the unsettling afterglow silence. "Baby...I know you don't want to hear this..." "Then don't say it Kyle." "But we both know I have to." "I know but..." "Joshua, I do have to go." "I don't want you to, Kyle!" "I don't either baby." "Kyle..." "Don't say it Joshua." "But Kyle...I want to." "I know you do. So do I." "So?" "Look my sexy little man. We both know...that is what is most important at this exact moment. Let's just savor those unsaid feelings or we will both be crying our eyes out when I open the truck door and grab my suitcase out of the back." "So?" "Because I don't want to spend the entire flight to Atlanta for the connector, having whatever busy-body grandma I get stuck next to, bugging me with, 'What is wrong son?' every three minutes. And you have to be at work in an hour or so too, and don't need all the guys doing the same thing to you. That's why." "Tigger?" "Yeah, Pooh?" "I do, you know." "And you know I do too...don't you?" "Yeah, I do Kyle." "Well...then what will it take to get you to let go of me so I can go catch my plane?" "One more kiss." "Well of course, baby." "But not in the truck." "Huh?" "I want to kiss you in front of everyone...right out there on the sidewalk!" "You are so cute, baby." "I mean it Kyle! I want to." "You are serious." "I sure the hell am...the most serious I have ever been with you." "Well..." "Well what, Kylio?" "Well Joshie...grab my carry on bag then, and follow me into the terminal so I can check that damn, heavy assed, three-suiter I have." "OK...if you are serious too?" "Oh, I am, Joshie. I really am! I don't think you know how serious I am about you right now." "You don't know either, Kylio...but you will...real soon!" * * * * * Just over ten minutes later they were at the spot where the ropes were that herded the embarking passengers into the TSA security check and x-ray machines, and blocked off further access by visitors any deeper into the United boarding gates area. Kyle and Josh caused snickers, hoots, hollers, cheers, boos, and more than a couple of flashbulbs to go off and camera phones to come out, as they said their final goodbye to each other with a completely non-sexual, but no-doubt-about-it-at-all...long, very tight embrace and passion-filled kiss. The only truly negative responses came from a mother covering her pre-teen daughter's eyes with her hands and scrunching up her nose like someone had just farted in her face; and one middle-aged man in a plaid shirt and old overalls wearing a Budweiser hat, muttering 'damn fags' loud enough to be heard. Both the boys cringed a little at that one but were suddenly vindicated by comments from two sources that nobody would dare say a word to. The first was from a well built, fatigues-dressed, young Marine standing only a few feet from Josh and Kyle and right next to the mouthy guy. He made his statement loud enough for all to hear, but it was also made straight to the man's face. "Look buddy...I just finished up four weeks of special training over at the base, and I will be celebrating Christmas Day in Afghanistan protecting your ass and theirs! What they just did was probably about the best example of love that I will get to see for six months and if it doesn't bother me...then you need to grow your redneck ass up and join the 21st century!" The clapping from several people that started and quickly built, almost drowned out the punctuation that was put at the end of the tall grunt's words by the shorter man standing on the other side of him. His few short sentences caused almost the entire crowd to finish erupting into applause and cheers...especially since the man was wearing a cleric's collar. "Well said young man. Even God Himself smiled at that kiss. Love simply IS love and the world needs all of it, it can get." He smiled at the boys and then turned back to the young marine adding, "And may He be with you as you travel and serve us over in that hell hole." Kyle was still holding Josh in his arms and smiling so big. Josh was literally glowing, but pulled away a little and made Kyle's smile grow wider as he proudly pulled the silver chain from inside his shirt and let it...and the double male pendant on it...fall to the center of the dark blue pullover he was wearing. Kyle followed his lead, and also pulled up the little gold cross dangling on the matching long chain he wore often under his shirts, and draped it on his chest too. The boys looked deep in each other's eyes again and then planted one last, quick kiss on each other's lips. Not a single other word would have been heard amidst the second round of cheering and clapping, as they gave each other a last hug at the same time the Marine and the minister also hugged...and the lippy asshole slinked away with the head that had been handed him hanging very low. * * * * * Josh had long ago ran off to get back to the Hummer before it got towed from the end of the red zone, when Kyle's plane began to roll down the runway. Even though they had succeeded with their promise of 'no tears' at the airport...Kyle had to wipe a sudden flood of happy ones away as the front wheel lifted from the tarmac. But the wetness streaming down his cheeks, wasn't coming from the separation that was beginning; nor any fond memories of the last few months; or even of any thoughts of what the future might hold. They were there because they were like what he was seeing...very real and very much the present. And those happy tears would keep coming back for most of the short flight, because when he stared out from his window seat, he saw a young, blonde man standing next to a jet black Hummer that was parked along the city street that ran just outside the chain link airport boundary fence the twin prop commuter was clearing to begin its ascent. Kyle's face remained pasted to the cold glass and his head kept turning to hold the scene as long as he could. His last view of his boyfriend was him holding a large white sign above his head and frantically shaking it to the sky. It simply said: "I LOVE YOU KYLE!" More tears came when the quickly rising plane popped through the low clouds and shut off the view...but they came along with a very softly said, "Oh my gawd, my sweet, sweet Joshua. I am in love with you too." I hope you are enjoying this story as it continues to unfold. All your votes and comments are greatly appreciated. Thank you and please keep reading! jkd