Diary of a Teenage Hunk 3 (mm)
by Peterbilt
The Diary: At the Ice Cream Parlor
Weird, weird experience at the ice cream parlor! Little twink who worked there came on to me real strong. He made me a chocolate sundae with rocky road ice cream then told me I had to furnish my own syrup. I got what he meant when he started feeling me up then went down on me. Right there in the ice cream parlor, but he locked the door later. I shot most of my load right on the sundae. The stuff shot right into the whipped cream and all over the cherry. He took the cherry and fed it to me. I know I shouldn't have, but I let him, and it tasted pretty good. Then he tried to feed me the sundae with a spoon. There was cum all over it. He was right when he said I liked the cum covered cherry, so I decided maybe I would like cum-laced ice cream, so I tried it. I liked it. I ate the sundae while he sucked my cock. FIRST TIME EATING MY OWN CUM!!
At The Ice Cream Parlor
It was hot, and beads of sweat glistened on Brandon's broad, thick chest muscles, more droplets of perspiration ran together and trickled down the deep ridge that separated his ripped abs to soak into the waistband of his briefs that peeked out over the top of his jeans. He pulled his T-shirt out of his hip pocket and was shaking it out to put it on before he went into the ice cream parlor.
"You don't need to bother with that, there's no one else here."
He looked up to see a kid about his own age holding the door open for him. He wore a server's cap so Brandon figured it was okay to go in shirtless, since he worked there.
"Thanks," he said as he stuffed the shirt back in his rear pocket.
"You look hot," the boy said as he went around behind the counter.
"It's ninety out there," Brand said. "It sure feels good in here."
"What'll you have?" the boy asked. He stood with an ice cream scoop poised in his hand.
"Rocky road with nuts," Brandon said.
"Cone or cup?"
"Cone. No...cup," Brandon said. Then he laughed, as the boy had already started to dip up the rocky road. "Hey, it's like you already knew what I wanted."
"I had a gut feeling you were a rocky road kind of guy," the boy said with a big smile as he scooped up the ice cream and put it in a large cup.
"And what gave you that idea?" Brandon asked.
"I don't know...big, rugged, a rocky road build you might say, and it goes without saying you want extra nuts."
Brandon laughed again. "You know your customers."
"I try. And if I don't, I try to get acquainted. You want whipped cream and syrup? It's on the house."
"Sure. What, some kind of special freebie?"
"Just to special customers," he said with a grin as he squirted chocolate syrup on top of the ice cream then topped it with a huge swirl of whipped cream. Then he put a cherry on top.
"A cherry, even," Brandon said.
"Yeah, I'll bet you've had your share of those," the boy said.
"You know, I really shouldn't be standing here like this," Brandon said, indicating his bare, sweaty upper body.
"No, you shouldn't. Stand over here at the end of the counter, if somebody comes in, you step back through that door till they leave."
"I don't know why, but I've never been in here before," Brandon said as he carefully cupped the plastic spoon into the whipped cream.
"Well, we don't know what we've been missing," the boy said. "Do you work construction?"
"Not full time, but I got called in today, had to be the hottest day of the year so far." He chuckled softly. "It's weird, how you guessed I wanted rocky road." He put a big spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, noticing that the boy was staring at him, his eyes fixed on his stomach. "And the extra nuts," he added, now beginning to get the picture.
The boy snapped back and looked all around. "Look, why don't we just step into the back room, that way you don't have to worry about somebody coming in and seeing you."
"Yeah, I wouldn't want to get you in trouble for letting me go without my shirt," Brandon said. He stepped back and then turned and followed the guy into the back room. It wasn't as cool, but it was tolerable.
"You're saving the cherry, I see," the boy observed.
"I try to save the best till last."
"How many of those have you had?"
"Cherries? Depends on what kind of cherries you're talking about," Brandon said, deciding to pick up on what he believed the boy was throwing out.
"Whatever kind you wanta tell about."
"My share, I guess."
"And probably somebody else's share," the boy said, his eyes raking more boldly over Brandon's muscular torso.
"Three, maybe four, there was one I'm still not sure about."
"Damn! You know, when I said you were hot, I wasn't talking about the temperature outside," he said.
"I wondered."
"Godd, almost makes me wish I was still cherry."
"How long have you not been? When did you get your first piece of ass?" Brandon asked.
"Truth is, I've never fucked a girl."
"Oh. I thought....." He suddenly cut off his words as he realized what the boy was saying.
The boy laughed. "I am the piece of ass," he said.
Brandon nodded as he worked the mouthful of ice cream around in his mouth. He swallowed and grinned.
"I bet I could make you feel like a cherry," he said with a tight grin. The gloves were off; the guy had made himself known.
"Oh, Godd, don't I wish!"
"Your wish is my command...or could be," Brandon said.
"Are you serious! Godd, I should be so lucky!"
"Just name the time and place," Brandon said.
"Not here, it's too risky."
"Just name the time and place," Brandon said again.
"Yes, oh, Godd, yess! But I work till closing. But there is something we could do."
"Name...the time...and place," Brand said for the third time.
"Here, now. Let me lick that sweat off your muscles," the boy said excitedly.
Brandon paused with the spoon almost at his mouth and his lips curled into a wide grin as he placed the spoon back in the cup. "You wanta lick my sweat?"
"Godd, Yess! My mouth started watering the minute you came through the door, all those muscles glistening with sweat."
"Okay...yeah, I guess...fuck, I never had anybody do that before. I'm really sweaty, man, but I don't know how well my deodorant has held up working out in this heat."
"I don't care about that, I want to taste you, not your deodorant." He moved up closer and lapped his tongue into the crack of Brandon's armpit.
"Fuck, you're going right for the good stuff," Brand said, laughing as he raised his arm.
"Uuhhnnnnn," the boy moaned as he buried his face in the hairy, sweaty, armpit. He wrapped his arms around Brandon's waist to pull him in tight.
Brandon set the cup of rocky road down and put his hand around the boy's head. "Fuucckk! That's good. I didn't even know a guy had feelings there."
The boy licked his way across Brandon's thick pectoral muscle till he found his nipple. He began licking it and sucking and nibbling gently.
"OOOOHhh...Ohhhhh, Goddd!" Brandon groaned. "Fuck, man, you're giving me a hardon!"
"Am I?" The boy reached down to the front of Brandon's jeans. "Well, my goodness, I would say I am."
Brandon picked up his ice cream before it melted but the boy took it from him. "I'll make you a new one when I'm finished here."
Brandon set the cup back down and watched the boy lick his way down the deep ridges of his stomach muscles. He took the waistband of his shorts between his teeth and tugged on it.
"Mnnnn, I can even taste the sweat that's soaked into your shorts," he murmured.
"A lot more soaked into the back," Brandon said.
"Let me see." He turned Brandon around and licked up and down the small of his back, then took the waistband in his teeth again. He tugged it further up out of his jeans then pulled it out and began licking at the top of the crack of Brandon's butt. "Ohh, there's good stuff back here, undo your jeans."
"I don't know if......" But just then the boy's hands reached around and he was unbuttoning them for him. He pulled them down and began licking up and down the crack of Brandon's butt. He was pulling the taut muscles apart when the front door opened.
"Damn!" the boy swore as he stood up. "Stay put," he told Brandon as he adjusted his hat and went out to wait on the customer.
Brandon stood well back from the doorway, as he pulled his shorts and jeans back up, hoping it wasn't the manager or the owner or another employee who might come back. It wasn't. Within a few minutes, the boy was back.
"You were going to fix me another sundae," Brandon reminded him. As much as he liked the guy's mouth and tongue on his butt, he didn't think it was a good idea to continue doing that.
"Yes, and I want you to add something to it."
"You want me to add something to it?"
"Yes. With my help, if you'll let me...or you could do it yourself......"
"Let you what, or do what myself?"
He went back out front while Brandon stood in the doorway and watched him put two scoops of rocky road in a larger cup. He squirted some whip cream on top then added some nuts and a cherry. "You gotta provide your own syrup this time," he said as he returned to the back room.
Brandon smiled, catching on to what he was talking about. He took the cup and the boy reached down to grope the front of his jeans with his other hand.
"My Godd, what have you got in there?" he asked.
"A load of syrup for one thing," Brandon said. "Warm vanilla."
"Let me help you work it up."
"Good, I was gonna tell you, I don't like to leave a hardon unattended," Brandon said.
The boy unbuttoned Brandon's jeans again and laid the fly open, exposing the white strip of his briefs, slung low across his lower abs. He reached inside and groped the bulge. "Shit!" he swore. "I didn't know they even made 'em this size."
"You don't know what size it is yet," Brandon said.
"Well, it adds a whole new meaning to super size it." He shoved Brandon's jeans down, then his shorts, about half way down his thighs. His big cock swung out majestically.
"My Godd! That is huge!"
"It gets huger," Brandon said, laughing.
"Can I suck it? I could work up your warm vanilla faster that way."
"Knock yourself out," Brandon said.
The boy dropped to his haunches and took Brandon's cock in his hands. "Fuck this thing takes both hands," he said. He stroked it with both hands as he licked the head. "Ohh, your ball juice tastes good."
"That's not my ball juice, it's a lot thicker. That's just precum," Brandon told him.
"I don't care what it is, give me more," the boy whined as he squeezed and milked the thick tube to draw the slick juice out so he could lap it up. Then he went down on the bulging cock.
"OOOhhhhhh!" Brandon moaned, tossing his head back. "Ohh, man, you are good at this! Wow! I love the way you use your tongue!"
There was someone at the door, trying to get in. They heard some angry muttering as the person left.
"I locked it this time. I didn't want to be interrupted," the boy said.
"I hope your boss doesn't show up; he'll have a key," Brandon said. "Hey, this stuff's melting," he said.
"I'm doing all I can, it's up to you to deliver the load," the boy said.
"Listen, there's a way to speed things up...if you use some spit for lube and shove a finger in my ass...there's a spot up inside there that if you rub it, it'll make me go off real fast, and a lot."
The boy slicked up two fingers and reached between Brandon's legs. Brandon set his feet wider apart and hunkered down on the searching fingers. He winced a little when the boy shoved one up inside him.
"Where's the spot? What's it supposed to feel like?" the boy asked.
"Ohh...Ohhhh...Awwwhhh...I don't know what it feels like, I never felt it myself, but I'll know when you find it."
The boy kept probing and sucking.
"AAAAHH! THERE! Ohhhh, Fuck! Ohh, yeah, you found it man! Ohhh, My Godddd! Keep doing that...keep sucking...ohh, Godd, don't stop!"
Seconds later he was blasting cum. The boy got off his cock and aimed it at the sundae. Brandon watched the stuff spurt into the fluffy whipped cream, gouging out tiny tunnels. Ropes of thick, warm semen mixed ran down over the ice cream, and the bright red cherry was drizzled with cum. A thick streak ran down the stem.
"Aahhh, beautiful," the boy said as he stood up. "This cherry has some significance," he said.
"What?" Brandon asked, breathlessly. His legs were shaking.
The boy plucked the cherry out by the stem and held it up to Brandon's mouth. "I'm not a virgin but you can say you got my cherry."
"I don't want that thing," Brandon said, turning his head away.
"Come on, it's a cherry. I know you like cherries. And it's your cum."
He didn't know why but he succumbed to the weird temptation. He opened his mouth and the boy put the cherry on his tongue. He closed his mouth and the boy pulled the stem off, leaving the cum-laden cherry on Brandon's tongue. He bit down on it and the burst of sweet cherry tasted good with the warm, acrid-sweet taste of his own cum.
The boy took a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of soft rocky road along with laced with the warm cum and held it up to Brandon's mouth. Again he turned his head away.
"Stop trying to feed me that shit," he said, laughing.
"You liked the cummy cherry, you'll love the cummy ice cream," the boy said, following his mouth with the spoon.
It bothered Brandon that the guy was right. He knew he shouldn't, but he did like it. He took the spoon from the boy, and the sundae. "This was my sundae, right? You said I had to furnish my own syrup...I did that...so I'll eat it myself."
The boy clapped his hands and squealed with delight. "Godd, this is so hot, watching a big muscle stud like you eating his own cum, and liking it. I could almost get off on it."
"Have you ever done this before, with other big muscle studs?"
"Only one. But it was strawberry and he made me eat his sundae."
"How about you clean out the syrup fountain down there while I enjoy my sundae," Brandon said.
The boy knelt down and began sucking Brandon's cock again.
"Put it away when you're finished with it," Brandon said.