UNEXPECTED PLEASURE
By Greg
Brent pulled into the shelter of the doorway. The unexpected downpour had left him soaked through. "Rain tonight" and "Dry until 8pm" and similar weather forecasts had not prepared him for the clouds rolling in at 3pm while he was still 5 miles from home. Brent looked at his reflection in the glass door of the apartment building. His dark blue shorts were looking almost black and clinging everywhere. His white t-shirt left almost nothing to the imagination.
"At least everyone can tell I've been working out," he thought.
The rain seemed only to be getting heavier. Brent unstrapped his phone from his arm, to browse for some music that would help him power through the weather and get home happy (if wet). As he scrolled through his playlists, a message came through on Grindr.
Tan: Hey there
Brent: Hey back
Tan: Looks like you're pretty close
Brent: Wow, yeah. Looks like you're almost on top of me.
Tan: That's what all the guys say!
Brent: Very funny
Brent: Anyway, you might be I'm standing in the doorway of somewhere called Cheswood
House looking like a drowned rat.
Tan: Really? The hot guy in the shorts and see through t-shirt must be blocking my view of you!
Brent looked up and saw a shadow in one of the windows 2 floors up
Brent: And you're the shadow behind the mirrored glass, right?
Tan: I hope so. I like the view not sure I want anyone else to share it!
Tan: I'm sure shivering outside's fun, but I can buzz you in and you can come up to wait out the rain if you want?
Brent: Please
Tan: Up 2 flights of stairs, Number 9
Brent pushed on the door as the buzzer sounded to let him in. He bounded up the stairs, hoping to warm himself up a bit. As he reached the second floor, the door closest to the front of the building opened and a thick, fluffy blue towel came flying his way. Brent snatched the towel from the air and took a good look at his host as he dried the water from his hair.
Tan was about Brent's height. Physically he lived up to his name, having tanned skin with a slight yellow cast to it. His short dark hair contrasted with Brent's wavy blond. His bright blue eyes met Brent's green ones and a bright smile broke out over his face.
"Don't just stand there come on in." Tan beckoned and Brent followed.
"I'm going to get everything all wet," Brent commented as the door closed softly behind him.
"Um that might be why I gave you a towel," Tan chuckled. "Strip off, dry off and wrap the towel around yourself, then bring your kit through to the kitchen and I'll throw it in the tumble dryer. We're about the same size, so I'm sure I can find something for you to throw on if you feel nervous standing around in just a towel with some guy you only just met!"
Brent's eyes followed Tan as he moved down the corridor. The business shirt and smart trousers couldn't hide the fact that Tan obviously had a great body hiding underneath. Brent peeled off his t-shirt, struggling as it clung to his abs and pecs as he tried to pull it off. When he eventually got out, he dried his torso before taking off his trainers, peeling off his socks and slipping out of his shorts and jockstrap. A quick rub down warmed him up enough, so he didn't feel quite so drowned ratlike, then, after wrapping the towel round his waist, Brent ran his hands through his hair to make himself presentable for his host. Brent was proud of his body he didn't think twice about settling the towel just above his cock, with just a bit of crack showing at the back if you've got it, flaunt it.
Brent grabbed his clothes, trainers and phone from the floor and followed where Tan had gone, entering an open plan space with a kitchen in the middle, living area to one side and dining area to the other.
"I put the kettle on in case you wanted a hot drink," said Tan as he took the wet bundle from Brent and transferred the clothes to the dryer. "Tea? Coffee? Hot Chocolate?"
"Hot chocolate sounds good." Brent answered as he sat down on one of the kitchen stools.
Tan got a couple of mugs ready. As he opened the fridge to grab the milk and cream, Brent noticed something unusual.
"Hey Tan this might sound like a bit of a personal question but um how do you stay so slim with so many cakes and things in the flat?"
Tan blushed slightly as he turned around.
"Well, um"
"Yes?"
"You know I was on Grindr when you arrived, obviously well a guy had just cancelled on me"
"And?" Brent was intrigued.
"So, he had asked me to buy the pies and they weren't for eating." Tan shuffled a little awkwardly on the spot.
"You mean" Brent thought he knew where this was going.
"Yeah the idea was um well, he had some sort of game in mind but"
"Basically, you and he were going to smear the cakes all over each other's bodies?"
"Um yeah something like that"
"And now you have lots of cakes and pies"
" and sauces and syrup and custard and so on," Tan interrupted.
"and all you are missing is the guy who knows what to do with them." Brent finished.
"Pretty much." Tan paused as he looked over at Brent. "But you are still sitting there happily. Actually very happily, if the bulge under that towel means anything."
Brent shrugged and smiled in Tan's direction. "It's not like I have anything else to do until the rain stops."
Tan smiled back "You realise I have no idea where to start"
"Well," Brent replied with a grin "you said there was meant to be a game, and there you are fully clothed while I am pretty much naked"
"So?"
"Trivia quiz I ask you a question if you get it right you get to take off an item of clothing if you get it wrong you get caked"
"Meaning I lose either way"
"Or win either way you might get to keep all your clothes clean and you might really enjoy it" Brent flashed a smile, then started to cringe a little, as he saw the look in Tan's eyes.
"And when I ask a question, if you get it wrong, you get caked, if you get it right you have to do a forfeit."
"And the forfeits?"
"We're literally making up this game as we go along we can do the same with the forfeits!"
"This could get very messy," said Brent.
"I think that's the point," Tan laughed in response. "So, who asks the first question?"
"I invented the game, so I do, obviously!" Brent exclaimed as he walked over to the fridge.
"Incorrect" said Tan. Brent smelled the scent of strawberries as Tan's hand slammed down on top of his head and started to smear a handful of jam into his hair. "The first question was 'who asks the first question?' and I asked it." Tan smiled at his cleverness. "Now, your turn."
"OK needs to be things that both of us might know the answer to What brand is my jockstrap?" Brent opened the fridge and took out what looked like a cream covered sponge cake"
"Damn it was blue, I remember that much but" Tan looked in the direction of the dryer, but Brent had moved over to block Tan's view, while balancing the cake menacingly on his fingertips "I guess Andrew Christian?"
Brent frowned and lowered the cake. "That would be the wrong answer!" A wicked smile covered his face as he raised the cake and smashed it into Tan's face, chocolate sponge, cream and jam covering Tan as Brent slid the cake back over his hair, rubbing it in with his fingers.
Tan cleared his eyes and licked his fingers clean. "mmm, tasty OK my turn. Let me think." As Tan was pondering, he started to take various cakes and pies out of the fridge, placing them on the counters in easy reach of them both. As he knelt at the cupboard and started to take out bottles, cartons and jars of various sticky substances, he turned to Brent "Right then, what's this building called?"
"Fuck!" Brent swore under his breath. "Um lets see Chelsea, no Chesham um OK got it Cheswood House"
"Well remembered! OK forfeit time face the counter, close your eyes then turn round 3 times and reach out with your both hands and try to place them palm down on the counter. If you hit something, you get to spread it over me and, if you don't, I do the same to you. Two hands, two chances."
Brent turned, but had no idea what he was facing when he stopped. He reached out with both hands then slowly lowered his right hand, going down until he felt the cold countertop. He heard a slight gasp from Tan, so lowered his left hand right next to it, stopping when he felt something with fruit topping. Brent opened his eyes to see a mandarin-topped cheesecake. He picked it up.
"One of my favourite flavours" Brent smiled. "You don't mind if I go first, right?"
"Go ahead," Tan replied slightly apprehensively, as he saw Brent's eyes scan his body up and down.
Brent walked up to Tan, undid his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them down over his hips. "Orange boxers? Nice, they go nicely with the colour of the cheesecake!" Brent pulled the waistband of the boxers open with one hand and slid his other inside with the cheesecake in it, pressing down then squeezing and mashing it around Tan's cock. "You don't mind if I take my time do you? I love a nice smooth cock and with neatly trimmed pubes." Brent rubbed his hand around inside, leaning in close to Tan and licking his cream covered lips with the tip of his tongue as he did so, before pulling away and giving an extra squeeze from the outside of Tan's boxers.
"My turn now?" Tan asked, slightly breathlessly. Brent nodded in response as Tan stepped towards him. "Your face is way too clean, and I think I know just the thing to spread over it. Could you kneel down please?"
As Brent knelt down, Tan pushed his boxers down and pressed his groin into Brent's face, sliding his fingers into Brent's hair and pulling him forwards, rubbing the cheesecake from his cock all over Brent's features. Brent pulled away and looked up at Tan. "Well, you know it's my favourite flavour but I do like my cheesecake with cream!"
With that, Brent shifted forwards, opened wide and started to work Tan's cock with his lips and tongue. Tan quickly went from semi to fully hard as Brent's lips closed around him and Brent grabbed his butt to pull him in close. Tan arched back, reaching out to the counter to the side for balance. As Brent worked back and forth, up and down, flicking his tongue around Tan's cock, Tan moaned in pleasure. Sliding his hand a bit further across the counter to keep his balance, he hit a bottle of maple syrup.
"I know it's your turn to ask but your mouth seems a bit busy, so I'll get some of my questions out of the way." For some reason, Tan was slightly distracted as he was speaking "Thumbs up for yes, thumbs down for no. Should I leave this Maple Syrup on the counter?"
Brent signalled a thumbs down very clearly. "Correct answer your forfeit" Tan let his actions speak for him as he opened the bottle and emptied the syrup over Brent's head and face, pouring the rest over his own abs, letting the sticky syrup run down onto his cock. Brent's sucking got more frantic, and Tan fought to keep control of himself.
"OK last series of questions I think I'll know if the answers are wrong. So I'm vers first question Would you like to rim me?"
Brent put his thumb up, so Tan smashed a key lime pie into the back of his head as a forfeit.
"Would you like me to rim you?"
Another thumbs up, and carton of custard got poured over Brent, covering his shoulders and hair. Tan slid his fingers into Brent's hair, massaging the mess in, pulling Brent down onto his cock as the hot blond deep throated him.
"OK last question" Tan gasped, knowing he was close to cumming. "Should we flip-fuck on the kitchen floor?"
Tan had a trifle in his hand ready to deliver another 'forfeit' to Brent. Rather than the expected thumbs up, Brent grabbed the trifle and scooped out a large handful of it. He reached between Tan's legs and slammed the custard, cream, cake and jelly mix hard against Tan's crack. Tan briefly wondered what sort of answer that was until he felt the enthusiastic thumb slide into his hole. Immediately he arched back and shot his load down Brent's throat, then into his mouth as Brent pulled back to catch as much as he could. Brent stood up, letting the towel fall to the ground, revealing the huge boner that Tan had expected was concealed under it. Brent leaned into kiss Tan hard, letting Tan taste his own cum as it flowed from one mouth to the other.
"I told you I liked cream with my cheesecake," Brent said breathlessly as he pulled away from the kiss. "Now let's see about proving that my answers to those last questions were correct!"
A long while later, the two guys lay on the floor next to each other, no parts of their bodies left clean. The counters and floor were similarly coated, with the sticky outlines of butt cheeks, arms, legs and cocks visible at all sorts of angles. Brent playfully grabbed a handful of the fillings from multiple pies off the floor and rubbed it slowly into Tan's groin.
"Sounds like the rain has stopped. I guess the only answer is for me to join you in the shower to clean off then!"
"Works for me," Tan answered. "But once we've showered, your kit is in the dryer and we'll have to walk back through this kitchen to get to it." Tan winked at Brent.
"Well, it's due to rain at 8 anyway," Brent smiled. "That might stop me from heading home, and I'm sure we can find more to do in here to fill the evening"

FIN