Avery is after a hunky waiter, but when he gets shot down, he finds himself servicing a perfectly chunky cook with a cocky attitude and a manhood to match!
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Avery Flowers ate the salad. It was a terrible salad. It was just a little plastic container full of lettuce, with a half a tomato plopped on top, and a cup of ranch dressing on the side. It was obvious no one ever ordered the side salad.
That was fine with Avery, he wasn’t here for the salad. He was here for the men. Or one man specifically.
His name was Robert Halberman, and he was handsome like a movie star. He had deep dimples and a trim, lean body, with high cheekbones that looked like they were sculpted from the finest clay. His chin was strong and wide, his jaw high and square. He had a thick shock of black hair that was slicked back.
He was handsome enough to make Avery forget how disappointing the salad was. It’s not like he wanted it anyway, it was just an excuse to be here.
“Hey, man, whatchoo puttin’ it off for? She gave you digits, you best use ‘em or I might!” That wasn’t Robert, that was the cook behind the little window into the back. He was chunky and had a few acne scars on his cheek, but Avery hadn’t gotten a good look at him yet — he certainly wasn’t handsome like Robert, and he seemed obnoxious. Avery wished he would go away.
Robert said something that Avery couldn’t catch, and the other guy exclaimed, “Hell yeah, I’ll take a run at her. She might like me, ya never know, homeboy!” His deep barrel laugh filled the air.
Avery already didn’t like the cook. He was loud and grating. As closing time drew near, Avery wondered if it would be possible to get Robert alone. It was just the two of them, so he hoped that the cook would have stuff to do in the kitchen while Robert prepared the front to close. That would be convenient. It would give Avery plenty of opportunity to talk to Robert.
This place did mostly takeout and delivery, so no one came in during the last few minutes they were open. Then the elderly Chinese woman who did the deliveries this evening got her last order and left. She locked the door on the way out because it was two minutes to close.
No one had told Avery to leave yet, but he had finished his salad — or rather, he had nibbled sufficiently on his bowl of lettuce (the tomato half was too underripe to eat). He saw Robert sneaking sideways glances at him. It was no doubt weird for someone to come in and eat a terrible, overpriced salad at nearly midnight. But Avery had really come here for Robert, not the salad (and secondarily, Avery had come here to get away from his mother, who was probably farting herself to sleep right now after having tuckered herself out muttering racist comments at the news).
“Hi, sir, we’re closed now. You can, uh… stay and finish,” Robert said. “For a little while, but, uh…” He had the mop bucket out, and he smiled, flashing those charming dimples at Avery.
“Yeah, no problem,” Avery said. “I’ll be gone soon. Can I make you an offer first?”
“An offer? What?”
“I’ll give you two hundred dollars if you let me take a swing on your dick,” Avery said. “I’ll slurp you dry, man, I’ll-“
“What? No way. No. I mean… gross, man, no way.” Robert blushed. “I got a girlfriend. And no, y’know, just plain no.” He backed away.
Avery was deflated and embarrassed. He had really thought that would work. He could tell he had intimidated Robert. That happened sometimes.
‘Oh well’, he thought. ‘It was worth a try. Tomorrow I’ll take an uber’. There was an uber driver around here, a Brazilian hunk who seemed willing to take his dick out at a moment’s notice. Avery didn’t even need to pay to jack him off, he was so enthusiastic it was too easy.
That made it less fun though. He didn’t like to admit it even to himself, but Avery enjoyed the hunt. He liked tracking down straight boys and getting them to cross that line. If he didn’t get turned down sometimes, then he wasn’t pushing his luck enough, that was how he saw it.
He got up to throw the remains of his “salad” away. He thought about getting a bottle of water for the ride home, but it was so expensive here, and Robert had probably already shut down the register.
“Ha ha ha ha ha!” That cook laughed so loud it echoed in the squat little corner pizza shop. “You gettin’ paid, boi! How’s dat?! Huh? What? You fuckin’ pansy-ass, a mouth is a mouth! What’s ya goddamn problem, jabroni?”
The cook waddled out to the front of the shop, his big cheeks ruddy, which covered up the spot of acne scarring over by his left cheek. He was thickly built — he definitely didn’t have a six-pack, but he wasn’t fat — he looked like he fancied himself a bodybuilder and lifted weights a lot, but ate too much of the pizza he cooked here to really have a great body.
He had dark hair like Robert’s, but his was curly, tangled and greasy, slick with sweat. He did not have sculpted cheekbones — he had no cheekbones at all that Avery could see — and his jaw was entirely too square, giving him a cavemanish look.
So he was not a handsome movie-star type. He looked Italian though, like he should really work in a pizza shop — he even had a map of Italy with the state of Puglia colored in tattooed on his wide but short neck — while Robert looked more like a dark-haired Irishman.
“Hey, yo, man, lemme rap atcha, huh? I heard you like some manmeat. I know I got some hella belly, I see that, swear to God, I know I ain’t on the slim and skinny prettyboy train!” the cook said. He lifted up his shirt to reveal his paunch — which was really minimal, he sort of carried himself like a fat guy, Avery thought, which accentuated it. If he lost just twenty pounds, he’d have a perfect body.
Avery didn’t mind that though. He blushed at sight of the cook slapping his belly. He didn’t need his men to have a perfect body — to some degree, he thought, an imperfect body was more interesting. He’d met plenty of swarthy loverboys like Robert, but the cook was novel.
“But I got meat to spare, lemme tell you, bud, lemme say that. I got all kinda meat, I got Italian sausage — no lies, man, swear to God, I swear to motherfucking God, you got me? You wanna see it?” He made like he was going to drop his pants right here in front of the wide open windows. He undid his belt, then grinned — he had dimples too, deep pools excavated into those chipmunkian cheeks — and put it back. “Can’t do it here, and you gotta pay if you wanna see it, huh?”
“Well-“
“I ain’t no kinda liar, swear to God. I got a foot of meat, and I think you can pay me to see it, okay? I’m from Queens — and my name is Vinnie Delatucci, okay? Nice to meetcha-” He shook Avery’s hand vigorously, then he rammed Avery’s hand down his pants. Avery yelped in surprise as his hand brushed over a big sweaty dick. “Grab it so you can see-” Vinnie yelped and blushed when Avery actually grabbed his cock, like he hadn’t thought Avery would actually do it. “See? Ain’t no baby dick like Robert’s-“
“Shut the fuck up, Vinnie-!”
“Hey! You said no. I am a firm believer, yessuh, that the customer is always right, baby. You see, back in Queens, New Yawk where I’m from-“
“You ain’t gotta tell no one that, Vinnie. Literally no one is impressed,” Robert called out from the counter, where he counted up credit card receipts.
Vinnie puckered his lips. “Man, you don’t even know, you don’t even know, boy, swear to God. I call it how I see it, that’s right, motherfucker. Back in Queens, swear to God, there’s all kinda old dudes who wanna touch a big dick, they say it makes ya dick bigguh-” For the first time, Vinnie seemed momentarily flustered. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, swear to God. They’s always payin’ motherfuckers, you know, you can easy anytime make a couple bucks off some old-ass freak.” He paused. “You ain’t a old freak, I ain’t callin’ you that.”
“Hmm-hmm. So you’ve done it before?” Avery asked. He tweaked Vinnie’s nipple through his uniform polo shirt.
“Nah.” Vinnie sniffled, watching Avery touch his chest with wide-eyed amazement. “I had females beggin’ for my meat. So I ain’t need to get wit’ them. Ain’t got time. You don’t even know, swear to God. Chicks around here is a bunch of prudes, swear to God, ain’t like New Yawk chicks-“
“Don’t listen to him, man, he was a tubby shit in high school-“
“I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout high school-!”
“You left New York City when you graduated, motherfucker, ain’t no girls into you unless they wanted to get grope some tubby fat kid who probably stank like his sister’s oozing pussy-“
“Don’t you talk ‘bout my sister! I wasn’t — man, he don’t even know, he don’t know ‘bout New Yaw — that’s what you call it, man, swear to God. Only outsiders say New Yawk City. And none of that’s true, man, swear to God-“
“It is so true! His brother told me! And I am an outsider, man, I’ve never been to New York City-“
“Don’t fucking say that-!”
“Shut your fat fucking face-!”
“Hey!” Avery screamed. He smiled. “I don’t care who was fat in high school.” Both men looked at him, and Avery waited to be sure they would stay quiet. “Vinnie… Yes, I’ll take you up on that. But you have to put it in my butt too, okay?”
Vinnie scoffed and sucked on his teeth. “Of course, man. I’ll stick you good, fo’ real, you won’t even know. You gonna get rocked, boy! Gonna wreck that ass, fo’ real.” He shouted and clapped his hands. “You got a hotel room or some shit?”
Avery shook his head. “Do you have a supply closet?”
“Fuck yeah, that’s nasty, that’s real nasty, I like that,” Vinnie said. Despite his overconfidence, Avery detected a trace of anxiety in his voice. Vinnie scoffed. “In the closet, yeah. You ain’t gonna snitch, right, Robert? Snitches get stitches.”
“I won’t snitch.”
“Good. Get in there, boy, and get on ya knees!” Vinnie said. He affected a nonchalant look. “I’ll come plow ya throat in a sec, boy, swear to God. I gotta make a call, y’know-“
“He’s gotta call his bitch-ass sister to tell her not to come pick him up right away-“
“Man, shut up, you don’t even know, you don’t even know-“
“That’s what it is, mister! His sister is such a nasty slut-“
“Donchu talk ‘bout my sister, man!” Vinnie headed towards the kitchen, swaggering and screwing up his face.
Avery just ignored him. He decided that Vinnie’s bluster was best ignored. That seemed to be what Robert did anyway. He didn’t know how that argument was resolved, all heard was Vinnie’s deep voice repeating his catchphrases — “You don’t even know, Robert, swear to God!” His Queens accent made it sound like yew done evehn knaw, Rahberh, swuh to Gahd! Several times it sounded like Vinnie was about to punch Robert.
But somehow, it was all resolved in the time it took Avery to find some towels to kneel on. Vinnie swaddled in, his hefty body barely fitting in the doorway because he didn’t open it all the way — as though hiding from someone, though no one was around but Robert. His ass was big and plump, barely fitting in his nasty jeans that reeked of pizza grease — he probably wore these to work every day.
“Man, you gonna beg for it? Lemme hear you beg.” Vinnie sounded confident, but he still looked less so than he wanted to — his body language was nervous. He crossed his arms over his chest. Avery was quite sure that he had witnessed someone do it like this, some macho New Yawker who had leaned back against a wall and looked very cool letting a man jerk him off. Vinnie looked like he was imitating someone Avery had never met.
“Please, let me taste your dick, I’ll do it so good, I promise. You can smash my throat real hard,” Avery said.
“Course I can, baby, that’s how I do! We call it how we see it, swear to God, I ain’t even playin’!” Vinnie pounded on the wall as though he was continuing his argument with Robert. Then he gulped audibly in the darkened closet — there was a dim light sliding in from the hallway outside, but it was otherwise dark in here. He unzipped his jeans.
“Hmm… No, take your pants down,” Avery said. He actually liked jerking guys off through their fly, but he predicted that making Vinnie drop his pants would provoke a reaction.
Sure enough, Vinnie scoffed and sucked on his lip. “Alright, boy, goddamn, you need good access, huh? You scared? I bet, donchu worry, I ain’t no kinda, y’know… I can drop my pants, you don’t even know.” He let his jeans, heavy with grease and sweat, plop to the ground. He wore dingy grayish boxers, which he dropped as well.
He had a big dick, that was true. It was not a foot long, Avery could tell that for sure. It was maybe ten inches — still big enough to brag about, but he had clearly been exaggerating. If he lost enough weight to have a six-pack though, Avery thought it might have looked more like a foot long, that always made cocks look bigger.
Avery teased him first by planting his lips on the tip. Vinnie shuddered, but tried to play it off as though it was deliberate. “Woo-hoo, alright, there ya go, yeah. You got it, baby, you got it.” He kissed the air.
He tasted like pizza-grease. Avery loved it. He didn’t eat stuff like pizza anymore — he tried to limit his carbs, though he wasn’t quite on a low-carb diet (he couldn’t handle a true low-carb diet). It was nice to taste a disgustingly delicious pizza once again.
Avery lowered his head quickly, wanting to surprise Vinnie, who shuddered again and clucked his teeth. Avery let that thick shaft fill his throat, and Vinnie gingerly touched his hair.
“Hmmm, yeah, boy, get that shit wet,” Vinnie said, loud enough that Robert could hear on the other side of the wall. He was obviously performing for Robert’s benefit, Avery thought — his dick was only now getting hard and he was already moaning like he was about to blow his nut. “Man, you don’t even know, Robert, you squeamish pansy! Scared to get ya dick wet, boy, swear to God! Feels just like a fine-ass female!”
He finally shut up when his dick did twitch and firm up. A wavery moan escaped from his lips — that sounded a lot more genuine. He grunted and his hands finally gripped Avery’s head. Up until now he’d just been touching his scalp gingerly, like he wanted to feel he was fucking Avery’s throat, but couldn’t bring himself to actually do so.
He held onto Avery’s head and pistoned his hips. A surprised groan escaped and his balls swayed in front of Avery’s chin. His dick was rock-hard now.
Avery let a big clump of spit spill out from his mouth, coating Vinnie’s shaft. It ran down into his unkempt pubic bush. His veiny shaft throbbed, and Vinnie’s voice broke — he covered that up by coughing and grumbling. “Uh, yeah, alright then, you gettin’ deep on there!” His knees went weak as a burst of precum hit Avery’s tongue. Vinnie’s voice swooned. “Like a champion, man, shit…”
Robert could be heard laughing — it was obvious that Vinnie was surprised and nervous by how good this felt. Precum flowed down Avery’s throat, the salty and sweet taste making him want to deep-throat forever. His lungs cried out for oxygen, and he pulled off despite Vinnie gripping his head tightly.
Vinnie gasped. “Goddamn, man, shit,” he sucked in his breath. His muscles all quivered as Avery’s hands snuck up under his shirt. Vinnie lifted it up, baring his chest, and took his shirt off. Sweat glistened on his broad chest.
“Are you ready to fuck? Can you handle that?”
“‘Course I can, swear to God, boy! You think I might say no, boy, no way. You best turn around and bend the fuck over, swear to God, I’ll smack the punk off ya face!” He chuckled, then stopped. “I mean, I’m just sayin’, y’know, if you wanna get cornholed-“
“It’s fine, just fuck me.” Avery was too horny to think. His ass tingled, demanding action. He ripped the fly on his jeans in his haste to get them down, and he bent over. He had to stick his upper body on one of the supply closet shelves, so his head was surrounded by trash bags and oregano shakers.
“Okay, man.” Avery took a deep breath and slid his dick between Vinnie’s cheeks. He shivered. “You hear that, man? He beggin’ me for it! He need it, swear to God! Ain’t nobody want you, ya skinny prettyboy blockhead!” He smacked on the wall again.
“He chose me first, Vinnie, you were his consolation prize! Remember?” Robert’s voice came through the wall.
Vinnie paused. Then he scoffed loudly. “That’s cuz he ain’t see me on account of I wuz in the back. Swear to God, man.” He paused and grunted. “Swear to God, he tellin’ me I got a better body than you-“
“He ain’t say that-“
“Swear to God, motherfucker!”
“Lemme hear him say it!”
“His mouth is full, bitch! Just go home, Robert! This is man stuff, okay? Real-man shit goin’ on in here!”
“Yeah, I know, it’s man-stuff, yeah. Have fun with your pervy shit, Vinnie., that’s the ultimate in man-stuff. I’ll tell your sister that’s one less cock for her to suck. Don’t forget to lock up.”
The front door could be heard opening and closing, bell jingling. Vinnie growled like he wanted to shout another insult, but Robert was already gone. Vinnie was slow because he slipped his dick in deeper and deeper.
Intense pressure hit Avery’s ass, making Avery grunt and bite his lip. The pain was potent, and the pleasure distant, at first, but with every thrust of Vinnie’s awkward dick, it felt better and better. His barrel-shaped belly slapped against Avery’s asscheeks.
“Shit, man…” Vinnie had been distracted until now, and Avery could sense the increase in his awkwardity now that he was talking to Robert through the door. With no one to impress, Vinnie’s bravado diminished somewhat. “Hey, lemme get in there, shit, shit, okay, swear to God… shit…”
Slowly the agony in his ass became a mind-melting pleasure. Avery jacked himself off. He raised his head until it bumped into the shelf above him, and he had to lift his head out of the shelving area. That placed himself right in front of Vinnie’s now-bare chest.
It was hairy and broad, fleshy, meaty, muscles flexing over and over as he nervously plowed into Avery’s ass. Avery loved feeling his men’s body behind him, so he jutted backwards until Vinnie had no choice but to wrap his arms around Avery to pound him hard.
“Stay like that, boy, goddamn, here I go, shit!” Vinnie jammed his dick in harder and harder, his inhibitions slowly melting away now that he saw Avery wasn’t going to make him stop. He could understand now why all the older New Yawkers he had grown up with always talked about male ass as though it was as good as female — aside from the lack of tits to grab onto, he thought, it was fine.
“Hmm, fuck me, Vinnie, I wanna get cornholed by a real macho from New York City,” Avery said, his voice breaking. He crooned and turned to rub his face against Vinnie’s broad shoulders.
Vinnie groaned into his ear. “You playin’, boy, I know that. I from New Yawk, baby, not no New Yawk City. Now shut ya face and beg me to ramrod you.”
“Ramrod me, baby, I wanna feel your nut inside me,” Avery said. He puckered his lips and kissed Vinnie on the cheek the best he could like this. He managed to kiss him a little bit on the lips too, and Vinnie didn’t seem to notice or care.
At last they both orgasmed. Avery felt like his entire lower half had turned to liquid, and he wasn’t even aware of his hand jacking himself off until a powerful orgasm erupted within him. It sprayed over those trash bags and the shelf in front of his crotch, while Vinnie let out a long, rumbling roar right into Avery’s ear.
He grunted, and his voice broke. This time, without Robert to make fun of him, Vinnie didn’t bother to cover it up with a cough. He moaned again and again, cooing, his breath condensing on Avery’s cheek. He even kissed Avery back — chastely, no tongue — until he realized what he was doing. In the dark, Vinnie thought, it was easy to forget he wasn’t fucking a woman.
Cum coated Avery’s insides, great creamy gobs of it, every drop stimulating his prostate with a wave of pleasure. He cried out loud and rattled the shelves he still gripped for support. One of the oregano shakers toppled onto the floor, and the smell of oregano bloomed in the air, overpowering the cottony cum-scent that was exploding in Avery’s nose.
“Shit, man, take it, damn… Swear to God…” Vinnie moaned. He shuddered again, his hefty body rubbing against Avery’s back.
“Hmmm… You have a nice dick,” Avery said, his voice a faint tingle since he still had that massive cock stretching his ass and making it hard to concentrate. “Thanks for that.”
“That’s how we do, y’know, you wanna feel some dick, I got plenty,” Vinnie said as he watched his dick slide out. He clucked his tongue. “Swear to God, I ain’t some squeamish fuck. Men get they dick wet. Yeah, hell, yeah, boy, swear to God. Men get they dick wet.”
They both shivered in post-orgasmic bliss when his cock finally plopped out. Cum dripped down Avery’s thigh, but he cleaned himself off with some napkins. Vinnie did the same.
“You got that money, right? You best pay up! I’ll wreck ya if you try to stiff me, ain’t playin’, I’ll wreck the fuck right outta ya!” He punched his own palm, which he no doubt thought was intimidating, but with his pants around his ankles and his voice post-orgasmically warbling, it didn’t come across as intimidating.
Avery giggled. He pulled the money out of his pocket, and placed it in Vinnie’s pants as he pulled them up. He slid his hand all the way in his pocket, giving Vinnie’s cock one last stroke through his pocket. In the same moment, he kissed Vinnie on the lips.
Vinnie just grunted. “Alright, fine. Hey, man, hey man… Since my sister ain’t come, can I get a ride home?”
“Sure,” Avery said. “Can I play with your dick on the way home?”
Vinnie clucked his tongue. “Yeah, fine, whatevuh.” He opened the door and walked out. His pants were up, but he hadn’t taken his short down, so his broad chest muscles, glistening with sweat, were bare. Avery touched one nipple and giggled. Vinnie stopped. “I mean, you best pay, motherfucker. If you wanna play wit’ it… you know-“
“Hmm… We’ll talk,” Avery said. He didn’t intend to pay anymore, not unless he got to at least give a handjob. But that depended on how long the ride would be — if it was long enough for Vinnie to get hard again and cum on the way home, that would be worth a few bucks.
Avery didn’t normally mess around with the same guy twice, but Avery thought he might make an exception for Vinnie. “You’ll have to tell me more about New York City,” Avery said with a giggle.
“Shit, lemme tell you, ain’t no one say that back in New Yawk, swear to God, baby. Back in New Yawk, e’ry motherfucker get his dick wet, fo’ real, ain’t none of that squeamish crap. So yeah, you wanna play wit’, boy, I ain’t tryin’ to stand in ya way. You need some real dick, huh? Ain’t want that prettyboy Robert, right?”
“That’s right,” Avery said.
He wondered if he could find Vinnie’s old neighborhood in Queens. That sounded like a fun place to try next.