Munchies.
Fred was peaceful in his home organizing documents from his job when was interrupted by the ringing of the phone, that messy boyfriend of his called him to ask him if he could go to his place later to land a hand, the buff blond imagined that he would have to help the duo to once again take a colossal food sculpture to one of those contests that they were addicted; with no much of a choice he´s now in the elevator of the beatnik´s apartment building, though he just reached the floor of destination he could already perceive the aroma coming from the apartment, it intensifies as he gets closes and when the door is opened he´s hit with a punch of smell that´s almost unbearable.
"Wohh! What are you doing this time?"
"Something, like, special, help set the table Fred, would you?"
"Table? you´re not making another of your creations for a contest? And where´s Scooby? Normally he would be licking my face by now."
"Noop, I wanted dinner with just you today so I, like, leave Scoob with some friends from work."
They walk to the back of the apartment where the a big rounded table lays, it has it cloth folded over it and only two of its four chairs; Shaggy enters the kitchen which entrance is near as the former gang leader accommodates the fabric on the furniture.
"Say Shaggs, why this all off sudden?"
"Nothing really, just feelin´ like.
"So what are we having?
"You´ll see, I´ll bring everything, like, just stay there."
Moments later the restaurants´s terror enters the room pushing two service carts with a wide variety of dishes overfilling their four levels, they contain meat, birds and seafood except for two levels that only have sweet things, different kinds of pastries, desserts, creams and other delights; in the first level of one of the carts is sited a bottle of a good alcohol and two glasses. The sport gets up to admire the gastronomic work.
"It looks great Shaggs, for how many hours you have been cooking?"
"Not much really, I started some things yesterday."
"Ah, I see, well, I´ll go for the plates before this gets cold."
"We don´t need them"
"How is that?"
"´Cause we´ll be using our bodies instead of plates!"
"Ah?"
The lanky hippie throws at him with enough force to push him over the table which is large enough to only left the feet off it; he wrap his arms around the neck and kisses him as he contracts his legs up so his ass can grind on the jock´s crotch properly; the surprise attack has the office worker disconcerted and tries to get an explication as his shirt is beginning to be removed but he only manages to get answers on the lines of 'You´ll see' and 'Wait', there´s no much that he can do but let himself be caressed by the scrawny man; when his dick is almost in full length the muncher finally tells what is this about while taking off his undershirt as well as his own shirt.
"We don´t need plates or silverware ´cause we´ll be eating from our bodies!"
"Wait Shaggy I don´t want food covering my body!"
"Like, why not? Is a great idea and I can put a lot food on these huge pecs."
The hungrily launches to lick the strong chest but is immediately stopped.
"Is a bad idea, if we are gonna have dinner we will have it normally."
"Oh, just try it Fred, like, I assure you that it´ll be great."
Shaggy states while he unbuckles the belt and undoes the pants before jumping out of the furniture and pull them off completely along with the boxers yet the owner sits up to retrieve them.
"Stop all this, I´m not going to participate on this."
"Come on, just, like, give it a chance, lets start with the clams and then..."
"No is no, I don't want to have BBQ sauce on me."
"How about some pigeon then?"
"No."
"Fine, we'll use only the desserts."
"Shaggy why don't you... HEY."
The self taught chef quickly threw some of the delights into the air, pushes the sport again, removes his pants and holds him down by the head as the food lands on him creating a patron; five columns go from under the chest up to the collarbone and one adorning the neck, the creams and marmalades are poured in the marked lines that form the abdomen framing on those squares of muscle more of the pastries, the rest of them are sited on the arms and legs with strings of the liquid sweet unites them; the confitures also cover some spots of the edible structure.
"Like, see Fred? Is not so bad after all!"
"Stop in this instance or..."
"Just deal with it."
Still holding him down, the glutton goes for the sweet on the middle of the neck starting at the base so he can bite the skin along; for the sport is a strange sensation but not completely unpleasant, it surprises him that the coward is going slowly instead of the normal rampage that it would have made the food disappear in an instance. Is this form that the act is having a steady effect on him as that tongue advances to the left on his collarbone once it finished of removing the crumbs on the central part; Shaggy does not let any rests on his way to the arm even returning to make sure that the area is clean.
"Could you, like, flex your arm please?"
The fitted hunk does as said and moans a bit when hands join to caress his worked limb.
"Like, I love how your arm gets hard when it bulges out!"
The brunet states while hungrily sucks on the muscles, enthusiastic on delighting with the strong arm.
The greedy gourmet passes from the right wrist to the shoulder, devouring with an increasing arousal; when returning to the stating point he goes up to devour his loved one´s mouth whit hunger letting him taste the combined flavor of what he has consumed so far, then descends to the pecs and his lewd starvation takes over him returning to his usual eating manner burying his face in the ample hardened chest to devour the desserts while his hands grope the ripped torso destroying the sweet adorns; is a lustful frenzy, when his mouth is not enclosed around a nipple then is sucking on other spot, his tongue licks over and over the same patch of cleaned skin or runs in the lines of the marked abdomen, the buffed office worker has also fallen in this hunger as he wrapped his arms on the starved hippie pressing him against his muscle body, the beatnik doesn´t limit to just the torso, his hunger goes up again to take the shoulders, face, armpits and all that is under him.
When reaching to the hips, the former leader tries to push him to his forgotten pulsing boner however the always hungry prefers to leave that to the last and instead continues with the legs, he goes in the same way, caressing the fitted limb while he consumes the pastries, their rests falling to the floor; the former detective can only watch him move between legs. At last the young baker is done and gets up to see his work, Fred is breathing heavy and his muscle body is covered in a glistening layer of sugared saliva, grinning, Shaggy pours orange marmalade on the throbbing member and then engulfs it to the root.
"Ahhh."
The stud moans due the feeling of his cock being wrapped in a warm and humid grip, he is once again surprised with the skills of the cowardly man since though his throat is expanded by the engorged shaft, he can move the muscles as if swallowing continually, a some sort of stroking then the gourmet starts to ascend to mid length and descends initiating a rocking movement while his hands explore again the body under him, the blond jock grabs his head to steady the pace.
The oral administration has the athlete in his limit, he holds the hippie in place while he gets off the table then shoves his fat dick into the throat; the scrawny chef has no problem in dealing with the accelerated ramming, letting Fred fucks his face as he wishes; his saliva spills down over his chin with every thrust. The ex- mystery resolver pulls out his pulsing road from the tight oral cavity and stars to pump it.
"You want your filling Shaggy?"
To what the lustful glutton responds with jerking him off and taking the knob in his mouth, Fred doesn´t object to this, placing his hand again on the brunet´s head; a copious amount of sticky goo quickly fills the waiting mouth and the scrawny hippie doesn´t hesitate in consume the sweet liquid, the flow keeps going until it seems that all has been poured but when over used limb is pulled out it shoots a few more strands of jizz on the smiling lips and slide to the full grow goatee.
"Like, now is your turn to eat Freddy."