[Part 19]





   
    I never knew that something so simple and silly as a pillow-fight
 with someone you care about could be one of the best times in your
 life. I'd wholloped Morise one good one for his closing, teasing
 remark  after he'd consoled me but of course he certainly wasn't going
 to stand for that and promptly picked out his own cushiony weapon and
 we began exchanging blows. 

   Somehow even the seemingly innocence of such a mock combat as the
 pillow-fight seemed ta take on a masculine edge of competitive
 endurance though as the blows exchanged seemed to grow more and more
 forceful until I was just about to call my surrender when the doorbell
 rang and we froze instinctively then tried to organize ourselves,
 Morise, still wrapped in his towel, presumably watching the television
 while I went to the table to retrieve my wallet then went to the door
 to answer it.


  "Hey, hey, he-eey dude!, Here's yer order... four large meat-lovers,
 two of which are left un-sliced as ya r'quested... So where's the
 rest'a the gang?"


  The delivery 'boy' edged closer and leaned in from the hall to try 
an get a better view inside while I held the door open with one foot 
and rumaged around in my wallet for the money to pay for the order.

 
  "Jus' us is all, Juleon... ya can set the pizzas down on the futon
 as usually... what's the dam...age?"

  
  Juleon was as well-versed in our ritualistic exchange as I and was
 already setting the pizzas on the futon by the time I'd gotten the
 word out of my mouth when he froze to look at my 'house-guest' and I
 immediately saw why the poor guy had practically froze on the spot.

  Morise is a big guy, that's no way around that, no matter what
 position he's in he couldn't 'hide' his body size if he tried... and
 he wasn't trying at all currently! The big, burly trucker sat sprawled
 back on the futon with his arms draped across the back and his legs
 spread as wide as they could possibly go!  Now... granted, the
 hirsuite brute still had the large towel wrapped about his waist but
 in his current position his legs easily had pulled the towel way past
 the point of parting from it's edges and leaving most of his massive
 girth of still-soft monstercock open and exposed for viewing and the
 sight must've paralyzed the poor delivery guy.

  
  "That'll be thirty-four dollars an JEE-zus!"... The tempo in his 
voice raising then tapering off into silence left no further doubt as
 to what'd gotten his undevided attention. I pulled out two twenties 
and pressed them into his hand as I gently coaxed him back to 'reality'
 and tried to cut his visit short. "Thanks Juleon..."

  "Hey! Think I could drop back by after m'shift's over?... I could
 bring a few more pizzas and even pick up some brews if ya'd..." He
 fought for more time as his eyes never left Morise's crotch. "Well...
 maybe... If m'friend here doesn't mind the extra com..." Morise only
 shrugged as if engrossed in whatever was playing on the television as
 I finally managed to get Juleon back out into the hall and start 
closing the door on him. "Kewl! See you guys later then...What kind'a 
be-*" The door cut off his next question as I leaned against it and
 looked at Morise flabbergasted then rolled my eyes.

 "Yer terrible... least ya could'a done was try an cover yerself a bit
 better..." I tried to explain.


  "Naaw... that'd only convey that he'd seen somethin' he wasn't 
s'posed ta see... This way I showed'im that I am quite confident with
 what I got an not ashamed of it an so it adds further fuel ta his
 desires... Bet he'd bring us back half the pizza joint an a whole beer
 keg if it'd give'im the chance ta even see m'cock again!" Morise 
smirked.

  I wasn't about to argue that point, hell I agreed completely as I 
tossed the wallet back on the table then positioned myself to sit on
 the floor in front of Morise inbetween his legs as he wasted no
 further time by pulling over the four large boxes, opening the first
 and passing it down to me then going to the third, noding with
 approval and sliding the box out from between the second and forth
 boxes and setting it on top, opening it.

   Curiousity over why Morise'd wanted his unsliced got the better of
 me and I turned sideways to watch him tackle his share of the catch as
 he began to roll the whole thing up like a giant burrito and held it
 securely in his hands as he began to tear into the end closest to his
 mouth. I held to marvel at the man's 'ingenuity' over his method of
 feeding himself in a way that'd be quickest and most eficient. In just
 a few bites he was already almost halfway down the length of the 
rolled up pizza-burrito while I was so dumb-founded at the sight that
 I hadn't even gotten in my first bite!

   We settled in, watching T.V. and eatting and drinking... making 
comments between mouthfuls both during the program and the commercials
 and at one point I got up to refresh our beers. Morise rolled up his
 second pizza even as I was struggling over the slice that'd put me
 just over the half-way mark on my first pizza. I just grinned at him
 though, for while my method of eatting seemed conservatively slow by
 comparison, it was by far, the neater of the two ways of eatting 
pizza. Morise must've splattered at least a fourth of the 'burrito's 
contents on his rounded belly and hairy legs and the towel still trying
 in vain to cover him modestly but sauce and pizza toppings had scored
 on his massive, slumbering cockshaft too.

   Well!... No wolf worthy of his mate certainly wouldn't just stand by
 and let their guest remain 'dirty' so I immediately set about cleaning
 him up. Turning about on my hands and knees I placed my hands to
 either side of him and leaned in and began to lick away any of the 
food that'd landed on his broad, hairy legs, making sure to lick and
 suck each stain till no trace of sauce remained and getting a deep
 growl of lusty satisfaction from my big bruin buddy in the process.

   After cleaning those huge, hairy legs I next pulled myself up some a
 bit closer to reach up and begin licking his hairy, rounded belly
 clean since I'd wanted to save the 'best' for last. I smiled to myself
 as I again began licking Morise, his belly making those funny little
 noises as it went to work churning away his meal. Gradually working my
 way down to his humongous meat that was already thickening out in
 eager expectation over what was to come. Morise slouched even further
 back on the couch and spread his legs wider to match sure I did a 
thorough job of cleaning every last bit of food off of him as I
hungrily lapped away all the fallen meat and juices that had soiled 
his awakening member.

  I grufted huskily and buried my face in his crotch, pressing my face
 oh-so wantonly against the hot, hardening flesh of his enormous
 monstercock and nuzzling it around to resting on my face as I lavished
 his mammoth orbs with every ounce of saliva my mouth could produce,
 rolling the large eggs in their loose sac and gripping his thighs with
 my hands as though daring any force in the known universe to try and
 pry me away from this piece of heaven I'd wound up in.

   Only the occassional urge to breathe forcing me to turn my face
 enough to suck air through my nostril once freed from the smothering
 skin if his balls deterred me and even that neccessary function was
 only the breifest of rude interruptions as I set about my 
self-appointed chore of savoring every iota of his monstrous genitals.
 I was a cock-hound through and through and I wouldn't be happy till I
 had every facet of his cock and balls ingrained into my memory. I was
 so caught up in my heavenly rapture that I even faintly heard bells
 and remotely thought it odd that the 'bells of heaven' should sound
 remarkably like my own doorbell...



[To be continued