The boy was so confused. There was his crush, and one of his bestest of friends, holding a pie to his face. "I-i. I baked you a pie, Metzie...", D, the rather chubby boy, said while his cheeks got as red as his Benfica shirt. "Uhhh thanks?", Metzger said, not knowing how that dry answer crushed the other boy's heart. "Why did you bake me this?" "Just taste the pie, pwease."
Metzger POV: As I took a bite I could barely concentrate on the taste or any other feeling at all, since the butterflies in my stomach overwhelmed me (Overwhelmed, overworked, overpaid; I'm on top of the world sitting pretty on a stack). "I baked you this pie, so you could think of me as more than just a friend, but in a rather sweet way..." D. explained. I stood there in disbelief, my crush liked me back? I was euphoric, i- what's that on my lips?
D POV: I just went for it, I can't stay away from those thin, pink, Salazar loving lips. the kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity, fortunately, with Metzger kissing back. I pulled away to catch my breath and I noticed Metzies's dark lustful eye's, almost like a deer in heat. "Let's go to my bedroom, D <3", he offered while taking my hand.
The boy named after meat looked at the other's small yet noticeable bulge, he wanted to ride his tiny mushroom like cock. However, D had another plan in mind: he dreamt of this moment for ages, the moment he'd take his cock in his mouth.
1 Problem keeping away the 2 closeted boys' dreams to turn into reality: they were clearly both bottoms. What were they supposed to do? Bump purses?
Metzger decided to take the hit and top. D laid under him, nude, completely exposed and vulnerable. He hardened by each second that passed by, but only 1 thing would get the job actually done: his Salazar poster, that hung proudly on his wall next to the bed. Metzger was ashamed to admit it, but he focused all his bottled up rage against his daddy (yup, Metzger has sum daddy issues for sure, otherwise he wouldnt fanboy over a fascist dictator) on his sexual obsession over António de Oliveira Salazar.
Noticing Metzger's stare, D looked at him shyly, yet wraping his legs on the other's back, allowing him easier access to his juicy hole.
Noticing the boy's submission, he pounded into him with his thin, soggy fry like penis. Both liked the pace, it was steady yet interesting.
D felt his walls clench, yet he barely felt the boy's dick.
The room smelt like sweat combined with gay sin and it was filled with painting and weird moans, that for some reason kept changing pitch. "S-Salazarrrrr!!!!", Metzger yelled while releasing on the boy's hole. He took a sec to look at the view, his self made master piece: his crush's anus filled with his seed.
"Can I have a taste?", Metzger asked. The other boy simply nodded, consenting. Metzger licked his lips in anticipation while getting closer to the ass. He soflty rolled his tongue over D's ass. It was salty. Even though it tasted horribly, he couldn't stop. He pushed his tongue deeper, as if he wanted D's taste engraved on his tongue.
I guess the Salazar fan boy ate more than some pie that Sunday...
