STORY - Boy's Night 2: Pine-Napping (Patreon)

Hey! It's been a while since we've seen the boys, so here's our first fic for the romantic month! The boys are waiting for Pizza Thot to re-open, so they're hanging out for a sleepover!

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Pizza Thot was closed for upgrades, but the group itself was inseparable. Even the former crew from Thot Wings crew was starting to gel with their new coworkers. Boss was consulting Pepper on their new menu and Honey had gotten in on the team’s Behemoths and Booty games. Even Grill met up with them at the gym from time to time. 

Pineapple in particular was more than happy to welcome the new faces to the team. He was quick to throw together another boy’s night, but Chad was going to be out of town on the day he had planned. Chad insisted that it shouldn’t stop them from making Buffy, their newest teammate, feel welcome. There was just one problem…

“So I kind of got tired of waiting and moved on,” Buffy explained as Pineapple brought them their drinks. They were seated at his kitchen table as Buffy went on. 

“Thot Wings was fine, but I was going to leave eventually anyway, y’know? They totally didn’t get me there. I was wasting my talents there, really. I’m sure Pizza Thot was great and all, so no hard feelings, but I had to spread my thot wings and try something else.”

Buffy and Chef had come over for a sleepover at Pineapple’s apartment, having a night with just the guys for a change. Pine had gotten his dogs to calm down around his new guests, leaving Big Gulp plopped down at Chef’s side where the cook calmly pet between the chubby bulldog’s ears. Tank would trot by for some occasional attention but knew by now that his owner liked to entertain his guests himself sometimes.

They sat around Pine’s kitchen, splitting a case of local homebrews. Chef had changed into a light sleeveless shirt and comfy old gym shorts, nodding along with Buffy’s gripes about his old job. Pineapple sat down with a swig of his beer, wearing a pair of snug shorts and an old t-shirt since they’d be spending the night in. Buffy finally slid down his usual facemask, his dyed-green hair hanging loose behind him. He gulped his beer, sighing as he flashed his fangs. He was similarly dressed down with some bat-patterned sleep pants and a cute anime tee.

“Oh, uh... it’s good that you’re doing what you want,” Pine agreed conversationally. “So what are you up to now?”

“I’m working at the Cream Dream,” Buffy shrugged. “It’s a horny ice cream place. You serve the stuff, make puns about nuts and whipped cream, fuck the customers and stuff. They don’t get me there either. And the hours are crap. Plus this one girl Yvonne is totally jealous of me… oh!”

Buffy reached into the grocery bag he’d set down beside him. “That reminds me. I bought a couple cases of their stuff with me. Did you guys want Salty Vanillatio or Nutter Butter?”

Pine gathered some bowls and started dishing out the ice cream. A lesser host might have worried about their party’s success. Buffy gossiped and bitched about his new job while Chef was his usual quiet self. Pine remained determined to break the ice.

“Say, how about once we down the ice cream, I break out the good stuff and we try this new game I got? Commando Battle Tournament 4 is supposed to be a really good shooter.”

“Ooh, you got CBT4?” Chef asked with a subtle flash of excitement. “I’ve been waiting to try it out!”

“Why wait?” Buffy offered as he took his bowl from Pine. “How about we house rule? You can’t win the match unless you finish your bowl.”

“Yes! I am all about party games!” Pine chimed as he hurried to the living room to set up the controllers.

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“Get the sniper!” Buffy yelled as he frantically tapped his buttons.

“I can’t reach! All I got is the shotgun!” Pine yelped in a similar panic. He awkwardly held down the run button and control stick with one hand while he shoveled ice cream into his mouth with the other.

“You could always try grenades.” Chef’s space trooper dodgerolled past their line of sight, chucking a grenade into a nest of robots and instantly earning a half dozen points. He landed neatly out of sight, reloading while Chef calmly took another big bite of ice cream.

“How is he so far ahead of both of us?!” Buffy demanded. He ran back towards his NPC troops for cover but they started to fall all around him. He gave a panicked squeak as he spotted Chef in the machine gun nest, blasting him and his units full of plasma bolts.

“ELIMINATED!”

“AGHH! Come on!” Buffy groaned as he begrudgingly went back to his ice cream. Chef was calmly eating his with one hand while he swung the turret around to Pine. His trooper ran for cover but he couldn’t last for long. Even after he blew up the turret with some hit and run tactics, Chef just slurped down the last of his ice cream and blasted him with a rocket launcher.

“DOUBLE ELIMINATION! PLAYER 2 WINS!”

“This is fun,” Chef noted with a smile. He set his bowl down, letting Big Gulp lap up the last few drops.

“Wow. You’re really good at this,” Pine said with an embarrassed smile. “We could barely touch you.”

“It plays a lot like the classics. I liked to mess around in the online mode when I was younger,” Chef said with a shrug.

“That was just ‘messing around?” Buffy asked in disbelief. “Well… I was just warming up! How about a rematch!?”

“Gladly,” Chef said with a small but content smile.

“Perfect. Pine?! We’re ganging up on him!”

“We are? Uh… um… okay! Let’s go!” 

The boys went at it again and while their alliance helped them out, Chef still managed to pick off Pine pretty quickly. Buffy winced as Chef turned his sights on him next.

“Dammit. Quick, Pine! Run interference!”

“Interfere how? I died,” Pine asked with a ditzy tilt of his head.

“However! Just keep Chef distracted while I take out his base!”

Pine wracked his brain for a moment before he went with what he knew best. Not that he needed much of an excuse anyway. 

He dove into Chef’s lap and frantically pulled down his shorts. Chef squirmed around but kept his hands locked on his controller, giving Pineapple free reign to stuff his soft cock into his mouth. Even Chef’s normally cool expression faltered as Pine threw off his game.

“Okay, no fair,” Chef grunted.

“All is fair in love and space war!” Buffy blurted quickly.

He reached his arms up higher to avoid hitting Pine in the head. It was more awkward than he expected as Pine really started getting into it, redoubling his efforts as his head bobbed up and down in his lap. He could feel Chef’s dick getting harder between his lips, telling him it was working. He started to lick along the length of his friend’s erection, pushing his legs apart until she could bury it up to the hilt in his mouth.

“Yes! I got ‘em on the run!” Buffy cheered. “Whatever you’re doing, Pine, keep it up!”

Pine mumbled out something cheerful around his mouthful of dick. Buffy’s eyes darted towards Chef’s lap for a moment and started to blush.

“Okay. I guess I should have seen that coming,” Buffy admitted as he focused back on the game.

Pine just cupped Chef’s balls, kneading them softly together and focusing on curling his tongue around his shaft. Chef grunted and gasped above him as he desperately maneuvered his controller, but Pine’s moaning mouth was proving too much for him to ignore. His arms felt weak as he rested his controller on the back of Pine’s head. 

The cheery redhead just took that as encouragement and slowly drew his lips back, sucking the spit back off Chef’s twitching cock. He finally removed his lips with a pop, getting Chef to moan and send a quick burst of cum over his face. Pine gave a small, startled noise before he rolled out his tongue, licking some of Chef’s seed off his chin.

“ELIMINATED! PLAYER 3 WINS!”

“Woo! Yes!” Buffy shouted as he thrust his controller over his head in victory.  “Nice fuckin’ teamwork, Pine!”

“Thamps,” Pine mumbled, carefully keeping the cum in his mouth while he talked. He accepted Buffy’s high five before he swallowed it down.

“Definitely not fair,” Chef noted, but he smiled as he leaned back against the couch. “But you got me. Feel like another?”

“I don’t think that’s the kind of trick that’ll work twice,” Buffy admitted. “Let’s get back to drinking!”

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Pine broke open a new bottle of rum and came back with their drinks, setting out a few glasses on the coffee table. They clinked their cups together and took a drink.

“So does anyone know any drinking games?” Buffy asked.

“There’s always Top Dog,” Pineapple offered.

“What’s that?” Chef asked as he took another sip.

“Oh I used to play it with some friends before I went to PT!” He excitedly reached into a drawer and pulled out some playing cards.

“So, the rule is someone gets to be Top Dog. Whoever has the least cards in their hand is Top Dog. They deal out cards and you have to match the suit or number that’s played with yours. If you mess up, you take a drink. Kind of like Uno, but the Top Dog can change the rules whenever they want. Including punishments for breaking certain rules.”

“So you make it up as you go,” Chef mused as Pineapple started dealing out cards. “I can run with that.”

“Easy,” Buffy said as he sorted through his cards. He slapped down a card to match the one on the table.

“Aha!” Pine chimed happily. “The one to the left of the dealer goes first. Take a drink, Buffy.”

“Alright, alright,” he muttered, taking a sip of his mixed drink.

“And no complaining about the rules. Complaining about the rules means you have to make out with someone at the table.”

“What? That’s the st…”

Buffy pursed his lips.

“Alright, fine.” He leaned over the table cupped Pine’s cheek. He pulled him into a kiss and pushed his tongue past his lips, the mix of rum and Chef’s cock flavoring Pine’s saliva. With a soft smooch, Buffy pulled his mouth back from the beaming redhead with a nearly invisible trail of spit between their lips.

“There. Happy now?”

“Very,” Pineapple chimed as Chef calmly played his card.

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They made a few circles around the table before things went into high gear. The rum went down easy while packing a punch, so mistakes started becoming more common. Pine also got a little more playful and started making more last-minute rules, which were that much harder to keep up with while they were getting tipsy.

“Oops. You were supposed to play two cards there,” Pine pointed out a few rounds later. “That means you have to sit in the Top Dog’s lap.”

Chef awkwardly moved to oblige, sitting down and blushing as he felt the feminine boy’s large bulge bump against his butt. Pine hugged him around the waist with one arm as he set down another couple cards.

“Buffy, you only play one card with diamonds,” Pine corrected. “Now you gotta send us a dickpic.”

“What? How do you keep track of all these rules?” Buffy asked, frowning at his hand before taking another drink.

“Alright, fine. Wouldn’t be the first time…”

Buffy pushed away from the table and grabbed his phone. He tied his mask back on before he bothered stripping out of his sleep pants.

“You’re keeping the mask on?” Chef asked curiously. “Like for privacy?”

“Oh nah. If I’m doing a selfie I’m at least looking good,” Buffy argued. 

He did some quick fluffing gestures at his hair before sliding out of his thong and dramatically lounging on the couch. He gave his cock a few strokes to stiffen up and made bedroom eyes at his phone, finally snapping his selfie. The notification popped up on the other boys’ phones as they checked it out.

“Looks good,” Chef said with a nod. “You’ve really have done this before.”

“Yea, well, I got what people want,” Buffy said as he tugged on his underwear. “That and Pepper was thinking about making a copycat app for Thot Bubble called Wingdings so I thought I’d get some practice in one night…”

They went on with the game, starting to come down to the wire despite Pine’s silly rules. He hadn’t realized that having Chef sit in his lap meant they could both read each other’s hands, putting them at odds until Chef tossed a couple cards in the middle of the table.

“There. I’m at two cards. I’m Top Dog now,” he reported proudly.

“Yes! Get ‘em, Chef!” Buffy encouraged.

“All past rules are canceled and Pine, as the dethroned Dog, you have to do a strip tease instead of your turn this round.”

“Ooh. I always did like this rule,” he chimed.

“But he just made it up,” Buffy pointed out.

“Yea, but I liked it ever since I heard about it.”

Pine hopped to his feet and dragged his chair out with him. He stretched a leg over the back of it, balancing rather gracefully while stretching his shorts tighter around his ass and cock. After all the flirty games, it was starting to reach its full length. With the shorts stretched as much as they were, the first couple inches of it poked out past his waistband.

Buffy pulled up some music on his phone, giving Pineapple some club music as he started to shake his plump booty. He straddled the chair backward, bouncing his booty while he grinded against it. By the time he sat back up, his foot-long shaft was at full mast. He hooked his thumbs under his shorts and wiggled his hips to the music, slowly pulling them down to show his dark blue briefs that couldn’t contain his hardon any longer. He turned and spanked his ass before bending over and sliding out of his briefs.

Buffy watched with an amused grin behind his mask. He casually tossed a card out on the table, but Chef pointed at him accusingly.

“Pineapple’s stripping for his turn and he’s not done. Not your turn yet,” he reminded him as he still watched his friend turn and stroke his chest before removing his shirt to get fully naked.

“You need to go give Pine a blowjob.”

“Seriously!?” Buffy yelped.

“What can I say? It’s payback for earlier. C’mere, Pine.”

Buffy gulped as the naked redhead trotted back to them, his hefty hardon bouncing around all the way.

“New rule. Buffy’s got to blow you for the entire next round.”

“I’m starting to really like these rules,” Pine said as he took another swig of rum. He turned with a pleasant smile towards Buffy, who took a deep and readying breath as he studied Pine’s cock.

“And I just got my mask back on,” Buffy grumbled as he undid the ties and removed his facemask. He went to his knees and set his cards aside as he picked up the shaft with both hands.

“I still have no idea how you use this thing…”

“You get used to it,” both Pine and Chef answered in unison. They met each other’s eyes and started giggling, just for Pine to trail off into moans.

Buffy opened his mouth and stuffed it full of Pineapple cock, rolling his tongue around the thick head. Buffy blushed as he stroked the rest of Pine’s erection, clearly trying to figure out how to handle the hung femboy.

He finally started to relax as Pineapple kept moaning and softly thrusting against his lips. Buffy cupped Pine’s thick balls, massaging them as he loosened up his mouth and slid it a little deeper. Buffy’s eyes fluttering as he sighed and started to ease Pine into his throat. The redhead gasped as Buffy started to bob his head more steadily, but his swaying head glanced down towards his cards. Buffy’s eyes lit up and lifted his head, tilting Pine’s cock with him as he slapped his last cards on the table. He pulled his mouth off Pine with a thick slurp.

“Done. I win,” Buffy declared. He pointed back at Chef. “New rule is losers have to suck the others off.”

Chef chuckled as he slid out of his shorts.

“Works for me.”

Chef knelt down by Buffy, turning Pine’s cock towards him and starting to suck him with a bit more expertise. Between hanging out in and out of Pizza Thot, Chef had experience in handling Pineapple’s monster. He pressed a hand gently on Pine’s stomach, urging him to lay back on the floor as Chef leaned over him, sucking steadily as he stroked his own erection.

Buffy watched with keen interest as his new friends got each other off. Pine’s absentminded gaze looked towards him and gestured Buffy to come closer. He didn’t hesitate for long, and once he was close enough Pine tugged down Buffy’s panties and started kissing at his cock.

It didn’t take much convincing before Buffy completed the circle. Chef sucked off Pine while Pine cradled and kissed over the surface of Buffy's dick. Buffy leaned into Chef’s lap and eased his hand away, swallowing his shaft into his mouth and rolling it between his fangs and tongue.

The moaning orgy of boys sucked and stroked at an increasing volume until Buffy gave a soft grunt. His hips pumped against Pineapple’s mouth, pushing past his lips as a sharp shot of cum flung itself into his mouth. Pineapple tensed his mouth around it to drain him empty, polishing Buffy’s cock clean before letting him go.

Chef was still pumping his head firmly and steadily when he glanced down at Buffy. The Asian boy suddenly clenched his thighs around Buffy’s face, hilting himself in the bratty thot’s face as his prick pulsed and emptied several long spurts of cum over his tongue.

Chef breathed a deep sigh, just for Pine to gasp and start pumping harder. Chef teased a hand over his chest, toying with his nipples as he nodded towards Buffy invitingly. Buffy shrugged and crawled in next to Chef.

Chef eased his head back to reveal the heavily leaking cock. The boys both started to lick and kiss around the head as thick globs of precum ran over their hands and lips. With a final, high-pitched wail, Pineapple spilled a thick wave of creamy cum over their faces. Chef opened his mouth wide and rolled out his tongue, catching all he could while Buffy flinched, still a little dazed from his own orgasm. He finally copied Chef’s hungry expression, letting a thick glob run over his lips and tongue. Buffy was surprised as a sweet and tangy taste that came with it.

“Wow! The rumors are true,” Buffy noted aloud. “He really does taste like Pineapples!”

“Wasn’t always that way,” Pineapple panted as he leaned back on his palms. “But since people were starting to ask for it so much, I thought I’d make it taste a little sweeter and eat more fruit.”

“He’s not kidding,” Chef chuckled as he reached for some napkins. “I once watched him eat an entire pineapple.”

Buffy licked his lips thoughtfully. He scooped a fingerful off his face and reached for his glass, squeezing the drop of cum into it. He took another sip and raised his eyebrows again. He didn’t think a rum and cum would taste good, but…

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The boys cleaned up a little but didn’t bother getting dressed. They were feeling drunk and horny after their game, so they agreed to take things into the bedroom. Pine insisted he had one more game, despite his wobbly sense of balance. He reached into a drawer and took out a pair of sex dice and a coin.

“Heads for the boy on your right, tails for the bro on your left,” Pine decided. “Otherwise let the dice do the talking.”

“I just wanna say,” Chef said cautiously. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen twenty-sided sex dice.”

“Then you’re in for a treat!” Pine tossed the dice and smiled at the results.

“Okay, I forget my own rules… but I think that’s sit on Chef’s face.”

“Definitely,” Buffy guessed, sipping some of his wine from the nearby table. Chef rolled his eyes and smiled as he laid on his back. The giggling Pine maneuvered himself around until he was planting his fat booty over Chef’s face. Chef couldn’t help but take two big handfuls of the meaty booty.

“Ooh! You okay back there?” Pine asked ditzily.

Chef gave one of his cheeks a light slap, getting it jiggling around his face before flashing him a thumbs up.

“Good. Cuz it’s kinda comfy up here.”

Pine wiggled his hips, grinding his butt over Chef’s face. Chef squeezed his cheeks and ran his tongue over Pine’s anus. It wasn’t as sweet as his cum, but it still got the redhead to quiver and moan.

“Okay, my turn,” Buffy chimed. Pineapple reluctantly climbed off Chef’s face as the dice were tossed again.

“Suck… nipple… and Pine. You sure you didn’t weight one side of that thing, dude?”

“It’s probably just a couple ounces? Why?” Pine asked innocently, stifling a fruity burp.

“Never mind. Sit still.”

Buffy braced his hands on Pine’s hips, taking one of his small, soft boy boobs into his mouth and grazing the nipple with his fang. Pine shivered and moaned as Buffy suckled quietly, parting his lips with a wet sound as his saliva ran down his chest.

Buffy softly cleared his throat as he slid the dice to Chef. He rolled them again and “Hump cock” came up, with the coin indicating Pine again.

“Rules are rules,” Chef shrugged, sliding up to Pine while adjusting his legs to rest on his. He lined them up, forced to compare the smallest dick in Pizza Thot to the largest as they gently rubbed together. Pine was plenty teased by the last few hours, making him moan and thrust so that his massive shaft bullied Chef’s around against its girth. Chef breathed a soft sigh and started to grind back against him, frotting with the hung boy until his precum was leaking down to lube up the both of them. The head of Pine’s cock started to rub against his belly as he leaned into their grinding action, grunting softly and steadily getting louder. Chef was enjoying himself enough to let it happen until Pine humped hard, pinning their dicks between their bellies. Pine gave a high, long moan as another streak of his thick cum shot up between them, leaving a sticky mess on both of their chests.

“Ah… ahhh…” Pine whimpered softly. “Oh that’s good… I’m a… phew...”

“You want to take a breather?” Chef offered, meeting Pineapple’s barely open eyes.

“That’d be… great,” Pine muttered. He planted a kiss on Chef’s cheek before his coworker eased him back onto one of the pillows. Pine ragdolled against the pillow, curling up and dozing softly. Everything on his collapsed limply except for his still-hard cock.

“Guess he knows how to party,” Buffy snickered as he downed the last of his wine. “You still good to go for a while?”

“After that? I can go a little more,” Chef chuckled. 

The two of them eyed the dice briefly before gently setting them aside. They leaned into each other and locked lips, softly making out while Pine slept peacefully nearby. They sighed into each other’s mouths as their tongues intertwined, tasting the mix of cum and rum on each other as Buffy leaned a little harder. Chef let himself drop back against the pillows, running his hands up Buffy’s slender legs and squeezing his ass. Buffy gave a low, lusty noise as he rolled his hips and rubbed his cock against Chef’s warm and gently leaking one.

They maintained their slow and heavy grinding when Buffy suddenly felt another body push up behind him. He almost wondered if it was one of the dogs before he heard Pineapple’s happy hum in his ear.

“I’m so… so happy to meet the pigeon people…” Pine mumbled gently.

“Hey, uh? Chef?” Buffy asked, breaking off their kiss.

“Yea?”

“What’s uh… eep!”

Buffy stiffened up as Pineapple hugged him tightly, mashing his raging erection between his ass cheeks.

“Oh yea. He does that,” Chef noted without the slightest alarm in his voice. “Pretty often, really. He just humps in his sleep. We started calling it ‘Pine napping’ in the group.”

“And he’s okay like that?”

“Your people are so fluffy, ambassador,” Pine mumbled as he started to stuff his cock into Buffy’s buns.

The thinner thot bit his lip in his fangs as his eyes went a little glassy to feel the large, warm intrusion. He couldn’t even find the words beyond a long, low gurgle.

“We’re not even sure he knows about it,” Chef admitted, rubbing his hands over Buffy’s chest. “We just let him tire himself out and he stops before long.”

Pine’s thrusting was pushing his hips forward, making his cock grind against Chef’s own erection. Despite the difference in their measurements, having one of the boys grinding on Buffy from either side was quickly winding him up.

Buffy gasped as Pineapple pushed himself in deeper. Buffy dug his fingernails into Chef’s shoulders to brace himself. His breathing came hot and heavy over the brunette boy’s face, but he turned Buffy’s face towards him and kissed him again. Buffy relaxed while thrusting his tongue into Chef’s mouth, lost in bliss as he was sandwiched between the two sexy young men.

Buffy shifted his weight to his knees, straddling Chef’s hips while angling himself better for Pine to penetrate him. Buffy and Chef’s cocks slid across each other, sharing precum as Pineapple suddenly pushed himself up to the hilt. His thick balls slapped beneath Buffy’s ass cheeks and knocked against his partner’s, getting an intense shiver from their sandwiched lover. Buffy’s mouth dropped open in absolute awe as his shaking drove all three of them into their shared orgasms.

Pineapple gushed another thick load up Buffy’s ass, warming his insides with the fresh mess of semen. His quivering shaft squirted as he ground over Chef’s lap, holding each other tightly as they squirted up between their bellies.

The three of them collapsed on top of each other, leaving Pineapple snoring on top of them. His cock finally softened enough that Buffy could squirm himself off of it, rolling the sleepy redhead back onto the pillows.

“Phew… hell of a party, huh?” Buffy sighed as he flopped onto his back. Cum still dribbled down his legs and body.

“Definitely. Pine throws some great parties,” Chef said with a calm smile. “You know, he’s always glad to have company over. If you were looking for a roommate, I’m sure he’d love you. Especially if you don’t mind sharing a bed…”

Buffy’s eyes went wide, rapidly shaking his head.

“No way! I can’t handle that every day of my life!”

Chef laughed as he laid back on the bed, emptying the last of his glass.

“I’m just kidding. But we’d be happy if you stopped by sometime.”

“I’m sure I’ll find the time.” Buffy yawned as he stretched out. “You guys are pretty alright. Usually I think Honey’s got some weird tastes in guys, but you’re a good dude, Chef.”

Chef just gave a small smile as they both trailed off, drifting off to sleep.