Kissacawk County Pie Eating Contest

It was Joel’s favorite time of the year: when the Kissacawk County Fair came to Mount Two Timbers Fair Grounds. This year he had entered the pie-eating contest.

The day began by Joel being woken to a cock pressing against his hole. His boyfriend, Diego, had rolled him onto his side, wrapped his arm around his chest, breathed in the scent from his neck, and pushed inside. Joel felt the salt and pepper hair of Diego’s belly brush up and down against the small of his back while Diego squeezed hard at his pec and pumped faster.

Joel left the house that day with a total of three loads; the one Diego had just given him in addition to what Diego and some stranger from the bar had given him last night. They had tag teamed Joel without ever providing his name.

Diego told him he wasn’t allowed to cum until morning and he was nearly bursting to blow a five-day load. After Diego finished inside him, Joel rolled over to start stroking himself.

“Oh, babe, I think you’re running late. Doesn’t the pie eating contest start at 11?”

“Oh, fuck, I need to go, I’m going to be late. How did we sleep so late?” Joel remembered the part from last night when Diego and the stranger had double-penetrated him, “Oh yeah, we did a lot of cardio last night.”

He got dressed, did some mouth stretches in the mirror, collected his shoulder bag, and kissed Diego goodbye, “see you there?”

“Yes, I’ll be cheering you on! Sorry we didn’t get you off before you had to leave.”

“It’s okay, it will just be that much better when I get home later,” Joel smiled.

It was hard to contain his boner. He had chosen his favorite pair of gym shorts because they offered a little stretch, but they also rubbed at him just right as he walked. They were a little on the short shorts side of clothing, but he was cute in them, and it would be a hot day.

He was eager to meet the other contestants and get sitting at his assigned seat.

The mayor introduced himself to the contestants, “It’s time to read the rules of the contest. You will each receive three pies and once each pie is consumed you will ring a bell. Rule number one, hands must be behind backs at all times. I believe we have a Velcro scenario?”

The mayor’s assistant came running up and handed him a Velcro band which he held up for the contestants to see.

“Yes, you’ll be Velcro-ed behind your back. If you break your Velcro before finishing your pies, for any reason, you will be disqualified. Once you finish, break your Velcro and ring your bell.”

“Kinky,” Joel whispered to himself.

The mayor finished reading off the rules, “and finally, extra points will be awarded to the contestant that can correctly name the two base flavors of each pie.”

Joel was shown to his table. He sat, had his hands fitted with Velcro, and each was secured to the back of his chair.

There was a total of 7 contestants, and each had their own small folding table in a half circle pattern. The tables were on ground level and audience members were allowed to wander the inner circle. Each table was draped in various colored gingham tablecloths that went all the way to the ground. Joel’s tablecloth was the traditional red. He scooted himself so that the tablecloth draped into his lap.

On the table, directly in front of him, were three pies. Each was covered in a small cloth and labeled with numbers 1, 2, and 3.

“Contestants ready,” said the mayor into a megaphone.

Warm hands pressed into Joel’s inner thighs. The feeling startled him and he almost broke the Velcro connection on his hands. He looked around the audience for Diego, but he couldn’t see him. His cock began to twitch from the five-day load he carried in his sagging balls.

“Set…”

The hands gripped at his gym shorts and slid them down around his knees and ankles. He had not worn underwear. Was it Deigo? He tried to look around for his boyfriend, but he was nowhere in sight.

“…and… GO!”

The megaphone blasted like an airhorn.

Joel pulled at cloth number 1 with his teeth and tossed it to the side at the same time as a warm mouth wrapped itself around the tip of Joel’s meaty head. He gasped a little but tried to concentrate as he planted his face into the pie and began to scoop with his jaw.

“Apple cinnamon,” he thought to himself, “pie number one is apple cinnamon.”

The mouth around the head of his cock began to suck inward. Joel’s cock went from semi-hard to rock hard in an instant and it was difficult to focus on pies. Joel felt a bearded face push into groin, wiry hair pricking at his thighs, as his cock was driven into the mystery man’s throat.

Diego had a beard, did this feel like Diego’s beard? The man under the table, with Diego’s cock all the way down his throat, stuck out his tongue and licked at the base of Joel’s balls. A light rimming around the texture of his balls. It was enough to make him nearly choke on a piece of apple.

Joel finished the first pie and tore the second cloth away. The mouth on his cock began to move back and forth, caressing his head and shaft with a twisted motion of his tongue.

Joel let out a deep grunt. He was able to hide his moans with the pie his face plunged into.

“Cherry and… ughnf… rhubarb,” he told himself and chomped into crust.

The man under the table released Joel from his mouth and took both his bulging balls into his mouth. With one hand he began to stroke Joel’s cock in long smooth strokes while the other hand teased at his wet hole with two fingers.

It got harder and harder to keep his body still as he neared orgasm and then the stranger would pull back for a minute. Edging him perfectly.

Exactly like Diego would do. It had to be Diego. That’s why he didn’t see him in the audience.

Joel, wiggling in his seat, tossed the cloth from number three and took a massive bite, letting cream from the pie drip down his chin as he pushed his mouth forward, taking in as much pie as he could. He imagined he was downing a creamy load.

The man under the table took Joel in as much as he could as well, working his throat muscles up and down on Joel’s cock. His soft lips tightening and releasing with each stroke while his fingers gripped at his balls with just the right amount of tug.

Joel took the last bite of pie at the same time as his balls jerked and he came. He felt the rush of adrenaline with each bursting spurt of his massive load as his balls bounced involuntarily and he drained every bit of himself down the stranger’s throat. The groans he released were exaggerated versions of what he would have let out after eating three pies. No one in the audience knew the difference.

Joel let out one final animalistic howl and licked the bottom of the pie tin. He tore the Velcro from his hand and slapped the bell on the edge of his table.

“Our first contestant is finished,” said the mayor. Joel reached down and pulled his gym shorts up just in time for the mayor to arrive at his table. His cock, completely drained, flopped into place.

The mayor took him by the hand and stood him up, “alright son, these look fully consumed to me. Come on out and stand in front of your table and wait just a moment.”

The other contestants, one by one and if they hadn’t become disqualified, rang their bells. Diego came up to Joel and hugged him; Joel had to do a double take that it was Diego approaching from the crowd and not crawling out from under the tablecloth.

Diego licked some of the pie filling off Joel’s cheek, “great job babe. You really tore into those pies. You looked wild while you were eating. I’ve never seen you eat like that before.”

“Yeah, something strange happened,” Joel began to say, but Diego cut him off.

“Oh, hey, before I forget to tell you. My brother came to town for a surprise visit and when I told him you were in the pie eating contest he wanted to come watch. I don’t know where he got off to though. By my side one moment and gone the next.”

Joel smiled at Diego. The beards, the moves, it suddenly made a lot of sense, “I think I may know where he went off to. Don’t worry, he didn’t miss the show.”

The mayor’s assistant returned to Joel’s side, “Now, son, the real test! What was the flavor of the first pie?”

“Apple and cinnamon,” Joel leaned into the megaphone.

“He’s got the first pie correct, folks, what about the second?”

“Cherry and rhubarb.”

“He’s on a roll, everybody! What about pie number three?”

“That’s an easy one,” Joel said, “I think you tried to trick us, but if I’m not mistaken – it was something I plan on having again later tonight: double cream pie,” Joel wiped cream from his chin with his thumb and stuck it in his mouth.

“Correct! Give a hand to our Kissacawk County pie eating winner!”