Date: Sat, 29 Aug 1998 15:14:58 PDT
From: chevy texas <chevy_texas@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pizza Guys

Like special deliveries? This is a pizza fiction but the characters, while
they're nobody real, and the storyline may have occurred.

				Pizza Guys

I live in the inner city because I like its liveliness, the busy noise that
goes on twenty-four hours a day. Food's no problem; I cook when I want to
but there are dozens of other cooks with shopfronts all around me, ready to
deliver me a meal anytime of the day or night.

Of course, the icon of all of these delivered meals is the pizza joint. Day
or night, ranks of dented jalopies wait for their owners to race out with a
hot pie fresh from the oven. The delivery boys themselves are handpicked by
the owner, a big, merry Sicilian with crinkly eyes that linger on his
favorite customers and staff with a friendly animal amorousness that
everybody takes as a compliment.

He's got his staff in bright delivery outfits that really show off the
store's logo and colors, and *just happen* to show off any body they
decorate, too. Like most neighbors, I order the pizza knowing the "extra"
will be the arrival of a slightly sweaty, panting delivery jock with a
smile at my door in mere moments.

I'd only admired the boys from a distance until one night about 2 a.m.,
when I broke off the work I was doing at my home office to finally eat. Not
twenty minutes after I called, the doorbell rang. I opened it upon a tall,
slightly breathless young black man in a snug colorful tee-shirt and red
denim cutoff shorts that hugged his thighs to just above the knee. He stood
tall, about six-six and his thick socks and running shoes gave the whole
outfit the look of an athletic highschool cheerleader.

"Hey, sir, sorry if I'm late, m' car wouldn't start right away. I think
it's the battery," he sputtered out, his handsome chest heaving as he
caught his breath from the three-flight stairclimb he'd made, while handing
me my pizza box.  Putting it on the table, I turned to him saying "Hey, no
problem! C'mon in, I need to get your money."

When I came back, he still looked a little winded, so I offered him a
beer. "No, but I'll take a soda or water if ya got it, man, thanks!" His
eyes seemed locked on mine in a directness I never noticed in regular
service people. I got him a Coke and he guzzled it down right in front of
me without stopping, while I opened the steaming box. The aroma instantly
surrounded us.

"Hope you got everything you wanted on it," his voice purred behind me. I
turned at this, and he was right next to me, grinning in a secret way.
"It's OK," I answered, trying hard not to notice how close he was to me,
his big chest and smooth glistening skin slightly aromatic from his
exertions. Even the pizza took second place to this heady
fragrance. "Except" I stood frowning at the pizza.

He came alive immediately, "What? 'Except' what, sir?" he looked worried.
"Well," I continued bravely into my come-on line, "it's missing the Secret
Sauce I always order." I didn't know what he'd think, but he was pretty
quick and grinned knowingly.

"Ohoh yeah! The "secret sauce"! How could I forget that? You musta had
Greg as a delivery jock most times, yeah? He'd never forget all the
toppings!" I'd never noticed Greg but made a mental note to check him out
next time I went into the store. Obviously, Greg was an old hand and this
was a new guy.

I drew as close as I dared. He was already bent over the pizza, inspecting
it and at the same time making the cutoffs go right up his muscular ass
crack, the thigh muscles straining against the tight denim.  I let my hand
run over his sweaty brown bicep and he reached in front of himself, tugging
his fly open and pulling out a monstrous dark cocoa cock that quickly
swelled in his busy hands to about eleven inches.  Carefully, as I pulled
off his shorts and left him in the tee-shirt and running shoes, he stroked
his beautiful cock, first fast short strokes followed by long pulls
lubricated from the voluminous pre-cum his meaty head was milking out.

I took out my own nine-inch rammer and we switched hands, each fondling the
other's balls with one hand and stroking from ballsack to meat with the
other fingers.  I found myself breathing in unison with him and his eyes
never left mine.

"Man, that's good!" he interjected in the heavy-breathed silence. "Yeah,"
I replied, "your hand is really getting my cock good and ready!"

"Shit, that nothin'! My nut's gonna bust any minute if you keep squeezin my
butt that way, man!" He squirmed as I emphasized his wish by digging up his
sweaty asscrack with my fingers, snapping on his hard ass muscle under his
balls and gripping hard as I pulled that dark monster from stem to
meathole. We kissed deeply and his tongue probed all over my willing mouth
as I felt him stiffen, shudder and suddenly rip himself out of my embrace,
facing away from me and wedging my cock into his thick man's asscheeks.

His two-fisted boiling young man's load shot all over the pizza, the steam
and gamey smell immediately hitting my senses. That sent my own nut, nudged
deep into his slippery crevice, surging up my stiff hard dick and out of my
balls in great gobs which his hand seized as he aimed my spastic manhood
all over the pizza, right up over his own creamy load.

"Man! That felt good! I'm really hungry now," he ejaculated. So, we tore
into our pizza with all the toppings, savoring the Secret Sauce
especially. I was really addicted to that topping now.

				  *******

Once I learned the secret of the "sauce", I seemed to need a pizza every
other day, or should I say every other night. Tito, my regular delivery
jock, wasn't always there because he was a part-time student at City
College and needed to study. Still, he made sure (or was it the owner?) I
got my "sauce" and all the toppings I wanted even when he wasn't there.
Even so, I wasn't sure how he did it until one night the doorbell rang the
usual twenty minutes after my telephoned order.

I opened the door onto an absolutely beautiful wiry Asian with a shock of
spiky black hair, bronze-gold skin and a spectacular white, wide
smile. "Evening, sir! Your pizza!" he announced, grinning as if hiding a
joke. "Where's Tito?" I tried to hide my disappointment and the hardon I'd
brought to the door.

"Right here, boss!" came the laughing voice from around the doorjamb where
he'd been hiding. They both laughed, and the new boy's eyes quickly and
demurely took in my snug jeans and swollen dick that couldn't be moved
without going under my belt. They let themselves in as I excused myself to
adjust myself in the bathroom.

Man! Tito was out of uniform tonight, in a ribbed tee-shirt that kissed his
big smooth chocolate chest and shoulders all over and even showed off his
six-pack in the taut white cotton. His jeans were as baggy and casual as
his tee was tight and revealing, so the mystery was very arousing.  His
"trainee" was Chiang, a Thai boy of the neighborhood, about five-nine,
probably eighteen or so and still a high-schooler.

Once I'd gotten my dick wedged back into my jockeys, I came back into the
hall where it sprang right back outa my fly! The pizza lay open in its box,
steaming and aromatic as always. Chiang stood next to the low table with
the box, his denim shorts down around his ankles and shoes, his naked
golden thighs sinewy with muscle as he strained backward. His shirt was up
over his chest, as Tito, his big jeans now discarded, lay one hand flat on
Chiang's golden stomach as the other flew up and down Chiang's bronze
curved dick, pausing at the sticky head to smear all the precum along the
length of throbbing boymeat.

Chiang's eyes were closed and his arms over his head, tight around Tito's
neck as Tito licked and nuzzled the boy's ears and throat, pinching a brown
nipple every now and then to make him moan and squirm. I dropped to my
knees and began sucking the eager brown hairless cock and smooth golden
balls. Chiang's moans became deeper and more mature, his hands gripping my
head and his hips bucking as he fucked my mouth and tongue. I felt all over
his silky thighs and steely assmuscles, meeting Tito's wandering probing
fingers at the crack. As we massaged the young ass, tense hole and teenaged
cock, tongue and lips met balls and meathead. Then I could feel the
youngster lifted off the floor.

As I stood up, Tito began fiercely fucking the beautiful boy as I bent
over, licking his erect and tossing dick. My mouth and Tito's skillful cock
thrusts were too much for the boy and, as I pulled of his sweet young dick,
he gritted his teeth, grimacing in ecstasy as Tito fucked squirt after
squirt of Chiang's golden cum all over the waiting sausage-and-black-olive
pie. He kept pumping as the kid's juices continued to pour.

When Chiang was cleaned up, Tito and I took turns letting the beautiful
Asian teenager suck our loads up out of our white and chocolate cocks.
Blending our loads as Tito probed my ass until I couldn't hold back, we
used each others' hands to cover the rest of the pizza in a smooth honeyed
load of man and boycum.

Then Chiang, being the youngest, ate the lion's share of pizza and Tito
made a close second. I was too tired to eat that night.  Soon after that,
Tito decided to become a full-time student and use my spare room to save
money for college. Chiang, being in high school, kept his night job and
delivered many loads to both of us, I mean pizzas --pizzas!-- to both of us
until it was his turn to head for college.

By now the staff at the pizza joint has really changed since most have
grown up and gone off to school. Tito and I sometimes meet the owner after
hours, just to check his oven. I was right! He does hand-pick all his
delivery jocks. Tito, being a veteran, and I, being a favored customer,
like to help qualify the right guys for the job. After all, we owe the
other customers just as much opportunity to taste the "Secret Sauce"!