Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 02:08:23 -0500
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Ark Vacation:  Pizza Boy

The following is a work of fiction.  Peckertown, AR does not exist nor has
the great state of Arkansas changed their age of consent laws.  This story
contains consensual sex between a man and a boy.  If this isn't to your
liking, is illegal in your neck of the woods or will get your ass whupped
if your found reading it please move on.  Otherwise both of us would like
to hear from you.  Sid G

Arkansas Vacation: "Pizza Boy" (c)2001
Written by:  Dave (DAG1064@aol.com)
Edited by Sid G (sidg@compuserve.com)

	It's late, almost closing and I'm sitting here in Marvin's Pizza
Palace sipping beer.  Outside of decent pizza its claim to fame is that it
has absolutely no class.  I had been watching the boy behind the counter
since I'd arrived.  He's beautiful.  Long red hair in back, sides and front
cut short.  He's got two diamond studs in his right ear.  He is very
tanned, so he must spend lots of time outdoors.  He's been watching me too.
Keeps giving me the come on signal.  Baby, I'd be screwing him on the
counter in a heartbeat, he's turning me on so bad.  Yelling interrupts my
thoughts.
	"You get this place cleaned up!  Lock everything when you leave!"
the man shouts at the boy.
	I see sadness in his eyes as the man sweeps past him and out the
back door.  That's no way to treat someone.  The boy goes and locks the
doors.  He comes around the tables to collect the last of the dishes and
sees me there.  I reach for his hand and take it into mine.  He mumbles
something and then before I know it, he's wrapped himself around me.  I
hold him for a bit, stroking his back gently.  I break the contact and
slide out of the booth I'm in and sit on a bench seat.  I lift him on my
lap and hold him close to me.  He rests his head in the crook of my neck
and I feel his tears there.  I let him cry for a bit and then wipe the
tears off his face.
	"Let me help you," I said.
	He smiles at me, and I know I made the right move.  I follow him to
the kitchen and start helping him.  He stops a moment later and pulls his
green tank off.  His body is a sight to behold.  He turns to see me
staring.
	"Like what you see?" he cooed.
	I couldn't speak.  He is beautiful.  No tan lines on his torso.
There is a gold hoop through his right nipple.  It stands out against the
tanned skin.  I look down to his skintight black bike shorts, and see what
appears to be a growing bulge.
	"You can see that one later," he smiles.  "By the way, my name's
Wayne."  I manage to breathe.  "I'm Dan."
	I turn and tackle the dangerous equipment, like the meat slicer, he
shouldn't be handling.  I hear him hum a popular song, and I reach into my
jeans for money.
	"Here.  Put something on the jukebox.  Load it up.  I like
listening to music while I work," I tell Wayne.
	He gleefully runs to the jukebox in the corner.  Seconds later
Aerosmith is wailing and I'm singing with them.  Wayne rolls on the floor
laughing at my imitation of the Steve Tyler.  Before we knew it time has
gone by and the kitchen is done.  Wayne picks up a container of pizza sauce
and heads for the walk-in refrigerator.  Suddenly he slips on the floor and
falls on his butt.  The pizza sauce can drops to the floor and breaks open,
sauce lands everywhere.  Wayne is upset.  However, it gives me the opening
that I wanted.
	"No biggie," I said, smiling.
	He looks at me strange.  I run into the dining room area and come
back with my bag.  I take sheets of saran wrap and cover one of the larger
tables in the kitchen.  I lift Wayne onto it and pull his skintight bike
shorts off.  His cock springs to attention and I drool at the sight of it.
Wayne is very well endowed for twelve or so.  It must be at least eight
inches.
	"Eight and a half," Wayne grins.
	I laugh, and set to work.  I take what's left of the sauce in the
can and pour it into a pot and start to cook it.  I quickly mop the floor
clean, and then turn my attention to Wayne.  I tie his wrists and ankles to
each corner of the table.  I check the sauce on the stove, and the
temperature is just right.  Not too hot to burn his skin.  I bring it to
the table and ladle it out over his quivering body.  Wayne gasps as the
warm sauce hits his skin.  He looks at me funny.
	"New flavor, boy pizza," I laugh.
	He laughs, and it sounds like the sweetest music I'd ever heard.  I
strip myself and stand before him.  Wayne nods his approval and I bend over
him to start feasting on his pizza sauce covered body.  He closes his eyes
and begins to moan softly as I lick and suck at his neck.  I am getting
turned on myself.  I hear his breathing and the noises he makes.  It is an
incredible turn on, and I fight the urge to give in and fuck him on the
table.  Soon enough for that.


	I slowly work down his body and enjoy the taste of boy skin mixed
with sauce.  He moans and moves his body on the table, squirming with the
passion feelings that I've woken inside of him.  I lick at his boy nipples,
small and hard.
	"Uhh, uhh, uhh, oh man!" he cries out.
	I keep on licking and sucking the hard aroused boy nipples.  I
start to move on down his delightful boy body, enjoying the sweet taste of
it.  He is thrashing about, totally out of control.  I stop and pet his
chest, feeling the fine muscles there.
	"Easy Wayne," I whisper.
	He calms down a bit and I return to his body.  I lick at his navel.
It sticks out, nice and round.  Just the way I like them. Wayne whimpers in
passion, so I move on from the treat.  I tease the sides of his cock as I
pass it.  He thrusts his hips in the air, trying to get his cock in my
mouth.  I move my tongue down alongside his left thigh, making him moan
loud.  I go down to his toes and take my time, licking the sauce from
between the toes.  He groans loudly.
	"Never had anybody do that," he pants.  "Come to think of it, I
never experienced this kind of thing before."
	"You've never played with your food?" I asked in mock seriousness.
	Wayne laughed out loud as I started in on the right foot, licking
between the toes.  He sighed and settled down to enjoy the pleasure.  I
worked up his leg to his crotch, and start teasing his cock head, still
dripping pizza sauce.  I slowly sink that young cock into my mouth.  Wayne
cried out and his body shivered as I started sucking his boyhood.  I am
loving this.  Hot hard boy steak to nibble on.  Do it right, and you'll get
the creamy filling!  I work my mouth up and down on his cock, enjoying the
pleasure.
	Wayne is somewhere, he's muttering to himself.  He shoves his
pelvis up against my face a few times, and I know he's about to cum.  So I
go at it hot, hard, and fast.  He suddenly arches his back, nearly knocking
me off and screams loudly as he cums.  His cock fires several shots into my
mouth, and then a bunch of little dribbles as he sighs, having gotten his
release.  I move up to his head and we push his cum into each other's mouth
as we French kiss.  He smiles at me.


	"We ain't done yet, my pet!" I rhyme, reaching for my bag again.
	He watches as I run a wide leather strap across his tummy and
secure it.  I free his ankles and bring them up to his head, and then tie
them to the table.  I get the pan of sauce and start to lubricate his ass
with it.  I work pizza sauce covered fingers in and out of his willing
hole.  He moans, knowing what's coming next.  He knows he's about to get a
man's cock up his ass.  Wayne whimpers, wanting me to do him.  I will, when
he's good and ready.  I cover my cock in sauce, and climb up on the table.
	"Please, please, please, please!" he cries.  "Make love to me!"
	And I did.  My cock slid nice and easy into his open boy cunt.  But
once inside, I discover it's warm in there.  I feel the passion rise within
me and I start to fuck him.  I close my eyes and let passion and lust takes
over.  I feel my cock moving in and out of this hot boy, and I know I'm
gonna make him mine before long.  Wayne helps by clamping his anal muscle
down on my cock as it slides back into his ass.  We both are covered in
sweat from our exertions.  I move closer, and in doing so, improve the
angle for fucking.  Must have done something right, because Wayne is going
crazy now.  I realize I'm hitting his prostate.  I want to cum at the same
time he does.  So much more satisfying.  I step up the pace, listening to
his cries of pleasure.
	"Oh yes fuck me fuck me don't stop I need this I need you in me
don't stop!" he screams, rocking his ass in time with my thrusts.  He sure
knows how to make a fuck enjoyable.
	"So close, Wayne.  Let me know when you are.  We can cum together,"
I say.  He moans.  "I'm there."
	And suddenly we both are cumming, his sperm in between us and mine
deep into his pizza sauce lubricated ass.  The feelings explode over us,
and I grip the table tight to keep from falling off and out of him.
Suddenly it's over, and we both relax panting like dogs.  My cock slips out
of Wayne's ass on it's own and I get off the table.  I wipe myself off, and
then untie Wayne.  He's a mess, so I carry him to the sink and start to
wash his body slowly and tenderly.  He starts to cry.
	"Nobody's ever touched me like that, or bathed me like that in so
long," he cries.
	"This man, who is he?" I asked.
	"He was somebody who picked me up one day and brought me here.  I
live at his house, but he makes me sleep in the doghouse and treats me
mean.  I hate him!" Wayne declared with anger in his voice.
	"Come with me," I say.  "I'll make you happy always."
	Wayne nods agreement and dresses.  I clean up the mess I made as he
checks the doors and we go out the back door.  He locks it for the last
time.  He drops the keys in the front door slot of the man's house and
walks away.
	"Now I'm free," he says, getting into my car.
	I lean over him and kiss him.  I can still taste the pizza sauce as
we drive away.


END