The doorbell rings. "Pizza's here. Keep quiet," Dylan says. He rubs Jeff's ear lobe, putting him in Silent Mode.
Jeff looks through the mirror, as the front door is behind him. Is Dylan going to answer the door naked?
No, Dylan puts on his shirt, not even putting on underwear. Then he covers Jeff's head with his sweatpants, blinding him. Jeff hears the door open, and Dylan exchanges money with the pizza guy. Jeff recognizes the voice of his friend Aiden, who'd just started delivering pizzas a month ago. Jeff prays he really is hidden from sight.
"Is that your underwear on the floor?" Aiden asks.
"Huh?" Dylan says. "Oh, yeah, my old pair. Parents are gone, you know, I'll do laundry later, anyway, bye!" Dylan slams the door.
Dylan takes the pants off Jeff's header after setting down the pizza box. "Ah, I was afraid I might have wiped up the cum," Dylan says, examining Jeff's face. "Looks like you still got a little on you." Dylan rubs Jeff's earlobe to turn off Silent Mode.
"That pizza smells amazing!" Jeff can't believe how good it smells, like a box of pizza delivered from heaven.
"Yeah, it does," Dylan says. He doesn't even get a plate, he grabs a piece out of the box and starts wolfing it down.
Jeff waits for Dylan to feed him, seeing himself drooling in the mirror.
After Dylan finishes his second slice, Jeff asks, "Uh, Dylan, don't forget about me."
"I didn't," says Dylan, "You aren't getting any." Dylan takes another bite.
"Why not?"
"You would have ordered cheese like my mom wanted," says Dylan. "So you can have all the cheese pizza I ordered."
"You didn't order any!"
"Duh," Dylan says, rolling his eyes. Dylan turns Silent Mode back on, and Jeff watches in a jealous rage as Dylan stuffs himself.
When Dylan's done eating, he feels so full he just wants to chill out. He turns on the TV to watch Gravity Falls. Jeff has nothing to do but stare at himself in the mirror and watch Dylan's cum dry on his cheek, or look at the naked 12 year old rubbing his little balls with his greasy fingers.
Jeff gets an awful idea: what if he licked the grease from Dylan's balls? It would probably be the only taste of that delicious pizza he could get. He dismisses it immediately...but there's literally nothing else to do except fixate on the idea. The pizza smells so fucking good! He can see the shiny grease on Dylan's balls.
No, no, no...oh, but it'd be so good!
"Dylan," Jeff tries to say, but nothing comes out thanks to Silent Mode. Jeff mouths the word 'Dylan' very widely, trying to get Dylan's attention.
Dylan finally notices on his fourth attempt. Dylan rolls his eyes yet again and turns Silent Mode off.
"What?" Dylan asks.
Jeff has thought carefully about how to make this seem like Dylan's idea. "You're getting your tiny testicles all greasy. Your mom is going to kill you when she sees the stains it'll leave."
"Oh yeah," Dylan says. "Ugh, I don't want to move...too full..." Dylan's eyes light up. He grabs Jeff's head in his greasy fingers and shoves it into his crotch.
Dylan rubs Jeff's right ear to turn on Feed Mode, not that he really needed too, Jeff would have gladly licked them. Jeff puts on a disgusted face for show, but the greasy balls taste so good, even though he can smell Dylan's unwashed junk and taste the sweat. The grease of the gods!
Jeff cleans them completely, and looks up to see Dylan grinning down at him.
"What?" Jeff asks, from between Dylan's legs.
"You tricked me didn't you? You loved that, you probably wanted to ligma."
"What?" Jeff asks, confused.
"Ligma nuts! Wow, if only the kids from school could see you now."
Jeff feels like he'll die from embarrassment. No use denying it, he knows he's a bad liar.
"Here, lick these clean too," Dylan says, putting his hands in front of Jeff's face, and Jeff greedily licks every inch of Dylan's hands clean. It tastes so good!
When the high of getting a taste of the pizza wanes, Jeff is left feeling like a complete idiot. How could his sense of smell and taste be that overpowering? This must be what dogs feel like.
"You keep calling me stinky," Dylan says. "Might as well clean me up while I watch my show."
Jeff barely has time to object as Dylan puts his head into his armpit. Jeff is assaulted by the smell and taste of unwashed, undeodorized boy armpit.
Over the next ten minutes, Dylan gets Jeff to lick his pits clean, his bellybutton clean, and his feet and toes clean.
Jeff is dreading what he fears will come next, Dylan's dick. That's a level of wrong he does not want to participate in.
Dylan's next move is a lot worse than that.
Dylan wedges Jeff in between two couch cushions, leaving Jeff face up, and before Jeff can get his bearings, Dylan sits on his face. Jeff now has his nose pressed into Dylan's taint, with Dylan's balls on Jeff's eyes, and his mouth lined up with the boy's tightly closed little pucker.
Jeff's mouth opens involuntarily, and his tongue shoots out, and he's licking up and down over it, cleaning up butt sweat, and a slimy taste that Jeff can't help but focus on because it's so overwhelming.
"Woah!" Dylan says, and then starts giggling uncontrollably. "That feels so good! Jeff, you're licking my butthole right now!"
Jeff barely registers it, he's consumed by the taste, and when he finally stops tasting anything to clean up, he pushes his tongue inside. His tongue, working automatically, has to try a few times to finally shove it's way into Dylan's virgin hole, boldly going where only Dylan's finger has explored before.
If feels warm and silky to Jeff's tongue, and the taste is somehow not as bad as the outside, but strong nonetheless. Jeff is tongue fucking a 12-year-old. He groans in misery while continuing to clean Dylan out as far as his tongue can reach.