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Stories posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 

Joshua Miles - 14. Chocolate

Since Anthea had been widowed and her son was away studying, Lorna assumed she was lonely and tried as much as possible to keep her friend busy.

“My friends and I, we get together every Saturday just us girls, no husbands or partners, so it’s our opportunity to swap stories from the week and generally have a good gossip. Sometimes there might be a theme, like a make-up party” said Lorna during a phone conversation with Anthea. “I don’t suppose you would like to join us”

“Sounds excellent, can I bring something?”

“No need we all take turns preparing the food”

“Sounds great, I’ll be there”

“Oh, and there’ll be someone you know attending also”.

“One of your friends, I might have met before?”

“No, it will be Joshua that I recommended to help you around the house. By the way I forgot to ask how that worked out”

“He is an absolute treasure, you couldn’t have recommended anyone better”

“Great with lawns is he?”

“Yes, that and he has other talents”

“Do I want to know?”

“Perhaps not for now; but as long as he’s going to be there I’ll bring something special to contribute towards the catering”

“No need to, but if you really want to that will be welcome”

“Great see you on Saturday. Oh and one more thing” added Anthea “Can we save Joshua for my dessert serving”

“I suppose so…” Lorna replied with a little disappointment in her voice.

***

At the gathering, Joshua, wearing just a short black apron, walked around serving the savoury part of the meal. At the conclusion Anthea said “Joshua and I have a surprise for you ladies”

That was Joshua’s cue to lie face down on the table and remove his jock strap, exposing the bare butt all had been waiting for.

Anthea came from the kitchen with a bowl of strawberries and a pot of melted chocolate. She spread the berries over Joshua’s body, then drizzled over melted chocolate.

“I hope that’s not too hot” suggested Lorna.

“No it’s fine” Joshua volunteered.

When the chocolate had set, Anthea invited the party to indulge.

 

After the money was collected and placed aside for Joshua, one of the group took a knife and as she started to scrape up the remaining chocolate, Margaret said “Christine, I don’t think that’s appropriate to use a knife on that beautiful bottom”

“Oh it’s ok, as long as you are careful” said Anthea “Actually he quite enjoys the feeling of a blade on his skin”

“Really!” exclaimed Lorna “How do you know?”

“I’ll show you later, but first let’s get Joshua cleaned up”

“Yes, of course”

Lorna went to the kitchen to warm refresher towels in the microwave.

When she returned with the towels she was surprised to see her friends taking turns to lick Joshua’s butt clean of chocolate.

“Ladies please, show some decorum. These towels are for wiping that beautiful bottom”

They all took their time wiping Joshua clean, even the parts that had not been spread with chocolate.

“Very well done” said Lorna “You can go and dress now Joshua”

“But Anthea was going to show your friends her knife trick? I’d certainly like to feel that cold steel on my skin again”

Eyebrows were raised and Anthea felt eight sets of eyes staring at her.

“Um...ok then” she replied hesitantly, then asked Lorna “Can we have a word in the kitchen?”

They returned, Anthea with a large carving knife and Lorna with a bowl of strawberries.

“This looks intriguing” said Christine.

“I think you’ll enjoy this” Anthea replied, as she offered the women strawberries, then took one herself, placed it in Joshua’s butt crack and indicated for the others to do the same. She lifted the knife then slowly placed it above the strawberries, resting the blade on the first berry.

One of her friends gasped and said “I need to sit”

“It’s all ok” said Anthea as she pressed the knife through the first strawberry, then the next and each succeeding strawberry as she followed the curve of Joshua’s butt. As she cut through the last strawberry, the woman who had previously sat down, said “I can’t watch anymore”

Everyone looked at her ashen face very briefly, then back to Joshua, to see Anthea continue the downward pressure, pulling backwards a little, till the knife touched the table, then pulled it out between Joshua’s legs.

“Oh my god!” exclaimed Margaret “I’ve never seen anything like that before. Are you sure everything is intact”

Anthea and Joshua laughed. Then everyone else relaxed and Joshua said “Are you going to eat the strawberries ladies, so I can get up?”

“Oh of course” said Anthea “Ladies, help yourself”

As Joshua rolled over and sat up on the table, the women noticed the tenting of his apron, and as he jumped down, the bounce. They all remained silent but some felt... just a little moist.

“Thank you Joshua” said Lorna “As well as your basket of gratitude you will also find the agreed payment on your clothes, in the guest room.

As he strode off they watched his butt flexing with each step and applauded.

<>

“Lorna, you really have to get him back on a regular basis. I think it’s my turn to cater next week” said Margaret. “But I need a theme, any ideas ladies?”

“Maybe he could serve us donuts from his dick. Seems like it’s big enough to hold enough for us all”

“No, that would not be appropriate; he’s not even eighteen. I don’t think we should ask him to do that yet”

“Fair enough. So are we thinking of using his body, especially that cute arse to serve food?”

“It seemed to go off well this time, so get thinking girls”

“What about a sushi party?” suggested Anthea

“Yeah, we could spread the items all over his lovely smooth body, and....”

“....and scoop wasabi from that perfectly rounded arse”

“Oh, I’m salivating already and my mouth’s not all that’s watering”

“It’s settled then” said Margaret “A sushi party with Joshua as table centrepiece again. Anthea can you ask Joshua if he’s available”

“I will, but I’m pretty sure he will be, given how much he earned today. Can I make a further suggestion?”

“Of course” replied Lorna

“I would like to have a future luncheon at my place”

“How about it girls?” asked Lorna.

There was agreement all around.

<>

Lorna texted Joshua immediately. He stopped his bike when he received the text and replied, but said he would have to finish by five o’clock so he could take his parents out for dinner with his first pay.

Lorna smiled when she read the text and said to her friends “He’s such a lovely boy; and yes he will be available next Saturday”

<>

During the week Joshua bought an apron with a Japanese pattern. While in the clothing section of the catering supplies store, he noticed a wide variety of styles and colours of aprons and decided then, he would make an apron his trade mark. While he appreciated the attention his arse was receiving and was even proud of it, he didn’t feel ready to display his other manly attributes.

As he walked up the street with his new apron under his arm, he thought ‘they say in show biz, leave ’em wanting more’. That was what he would do, let the aprons give them a teaser but not show them the goods.

<>

The sushi party was a success and he was immediately booked for the following week.

 

 

***

As Joshua lie in bed waiting for sleep to fold its arms around him, he went over in his mind how much had happened to him in last month and how his life had changed so quickly.

He then sat bolt upright and said audibly “I think I’ve found my career path already”

***

Joshua was so in the habit of keeping his thought to himself that his first instinct was to roll over and muse on the thought. Then it occurred to him ‘I do have a friend I can share with’ so he picked up his phone to call Malcolm. The time on his phone, just after midnight stopped him from calling immediately, so he put the phone back on his bedside table. But he continued to toss and turn as the need to share was strong, so he picked up the phone again and selected Malcolm’s number. He was having second thought about calling so late, but when Malcolm’s picture came on the screen his heart pounded in a way he had not experienced before. This confused Joshua because he had been an independent unit for so long, the need for someone else was foreign. He had longed to be with Scott, but deep down he knew that would never be, this feeling was different. He allowed this heart to overrule his head, pressed the phone symbol and listened to the ringing tone. After a while he was about to cancel the call when the ringing tone stopped and he heard Malcolm’s voice. “Hey, sorry to be so slow answering, I was going to ignore the call this late, but when I saw it was your number I just had to answer”.

“I didn’t wake you did I?”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m glad to you did, but there isn’t something wrong is there?”

“No no no, I just wanted to talk to you. Is that ok?”

“It’s more than ok, it’s great. You’ve never called me at night before, I like it, like it lots”

“Are you in bed?”

“Yes, and I wish you were with me, but hearing your voice is almost as good. I don’t get to see you much on weekends, you’re always at those old women’s parties”

“Sorry about that, so you might not like what I rang to tell you”

“Don’t tell me, you’re booked for another one next week”

“No actually I’m not, I’ve got the weekend off”

“So what is it I might not like?”

“Well…that’s all been going so well and I’m making good money, so I thought…..”

“Yeah, go on”

“I reckon I could make a career out of it”

Malcolm laughed loudly and almost dropped his phone.

“What’s so funny?” asked Joshua indignantly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…well it’s just that…I mean…do you think you can make a career out of baring your butt for middle aged women?”

“It seems like a good idea”

“For a casual job maybe, but hardly a long lasting career choice”

“You think so?”

“I’m pretty sure so. Like what will you do when your butt sags or even before that what if you start growing hair on our butt?”

“Fuck! Could that happen?”

“You can never be sure”

“Maybe you’re right, but it does feel good to share with you and get some feedback. Thanks for that”

“My pleasure to be of help. Now, speaking of pleasure, tell me….

Copyright © 2024 Wombat Bill; All Rights Reserved.
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As Joshua rolled over and sat up on the table, the women noticed the tenting of his apron, and as he jumped down, the bounce. They all remained silent but some felt... just a little moist."

and 

“Yeah, we could spread the items all over his lovely smooth body, and....” 

“....and scoop wasabi from that perfectly rounded arse” 

“Oh, I’m salivating already and my mouth’s not all that’s watering”.

Lorna's group are certainly horny and prepared to pay to satisfy their desires. Moisture seems to be a common result from viewing and touching Joshua's pert bottom.

Speaking of Joshua, he is becoming more and more cheeky with each passing luncheon he "serves". His late night conversation with Malcolm was amusing, particularly Malcolm's comment:

“For a casual job maybe, but hardly a long lasting career choice” 

“You think so?” 

“I’m pretty sure so. Like what will you do when your butt sags or even before that what if you start growing hair on our butt?” 

If this eventuates, Joshua may have to invest in laser treatment or alternately find himself a beautician who will perform a manzilian on his back, crack and sac.

I think Alvin Purple Rides Again @Wombat Bill. I hope the ladies were using dark chocolate, preferably 95% cocoa, which has the lowest sugar content. I assume they are in their mid to late 50's or older, at which age they may be starting to show signs of impaired glucose tolerance.  

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