Date: Mon, 7 Oct 2013 19:25:44 -0500
From: Dan Ouellette <danieleric2@gmail.com>
Subject: Small Town - 02 - Pizza Delivery Guy 10-25-08

Pizza Delivery Guy



I was busy working at home when I happened to look up and my neighbor Sam
was pulling into his driveway.  I thought to myself, Sam must have got off
work early.  I went back to work typing away on my laptop at the kitchen
table.

I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts, when I happened to glance up
at the clock.  6:30pm...  Damn, I had been so engrossed in my work that I
didn't realize the time.  I was getting hungry and didn't want to find
something to cook.  I'll just order pizza.  So I log onto my computer and
place an order.  The confirmation popped up and told me I had a 25 minute
wait.  That's not bad, I thought...

I decided to check some email while I waited and noticed one of my "video
friends" had emailed me with a new video.  This friend had really nice
videos of hot men having sex and he always sent me his better ones to help
me get off...

As I was reading through the email, I noticed the name of the file:
pizza_delivery_boy.wma.  I thought that was ironic since I had just ordered
pizza, so I clicked on it.  It usually takes a few minutes to download, so
I got up and used the bathroom and then grabbed myself a soda from the
fridge.  As I was headed back to the kitchen table the doorbell rang.  So I
put my soda down and answered the door.  It was my pizza.

Standing in my doorway was one of the hottest young men one could imagine.
Another hottie in this small town, I thought!  I grabbed the pizza and
reached for my wallet.  That's when I realized I was in a pair of gray
sweet-shorts.  I asked the pizza guy to please put my pizza in the kitchen
and I would get my wallet from the bedroom.

When I returned to the kitchen with the money, the pizza guy was standing
at the kitchen table with the pizza in his hand and staring at my laptop.
I immediately realized what he was looking at and pushed the screen closed
while I apologized to him.  He looked at me, grabbed the money out of my
hand and ran out the door.  I thought that was strange, but whatever.

I sat down at the kitchen table, grabbed the pizza and my soda and started
to eat.  Then I realized I could be watching my new porno, so I pulled open
my laptop and took a bite of pizza.  I spit out the pizza when I glanced
over to the video.  There on the screen was the pizza guy that was just at
my house.  He was sitting in a chair getting a blowjob.  Well no wonder he
ran out of here in a hurry.

I started the video over again so I could see how the kid got to having his
dick sucked.  It was apparent that it was recorded from a hidden video and
the kid had no idea he was being filmed.

The video showed a guy walking across the living room and answering the
door.  When the door opened you could see it was the pizza delivery guy.
There was conversation, which I could not hear, and then the pizza guy
didn't look very happy.  He handed the guy the pizza and was turning around
to leave when he slowly turned back around and entered the house.  They guy
pointed to a chair in the living room and the kid went over and sat down.
The guy knelt down in front of the chair and started undoing the kid's belt
and zipper.  The guy hauled out the kid's dick and went down on him.  The
kid sat back and let the guy blow him.  It only took a few minutes and the
guy pulled off the kid's dick.  The kid shot all over the front of his
shirt.

They again had words as the kid stood up and pulled up his pants.  He was
wiping the cum off his shirt with a pillow from the sofa.  The man got up
and pulled out his wallet.  He handed the kid some money and the kid turned
and left.  The video ended there.

I emailed my friend and asked where he got the video.  Immediately I got a
reply and he said he got it from the guy who was in the video.  I replied
back and asked about the friend.  The reply back was the guy used to live
in Willcox, but moved to New York a few months ago.  I replied back with
thanks.

I sat there watching the video again and tried to figure out what they were
talking about before the blowjob and after.  My only conclusion was that
the guy said he didn't have money for a tip and offered a blowjob.  The kid
didn't want to at first, but decided what the hell.  After the blowjob was
done the kid was upset that he had sprayed all over his shirt and still had
to go back to work.  Then the guy was lying about having tip money and
pulled money out of his wallet and gave it to the kid.  Case closed.

I went back to reading my other emails and finishing my pizza.  When I got
done I went to the living room and switched on the TV.  I was half into the
program when the doorbell rang.  I got up and answered the door.  It was
the pizza guy.  I asked him if there was a problem and he said no, but
asked to come in.  I stepped back and motioned him into the living room.

I offered him a seat, and once he was sitting in the living room I could
tell there was something on the kid's mind, but he didn't seem to be able
to get it out.  I told him it was fine, and said if it was about the video,
I was not going to let others see it.  He sighed and looked more relaxed,
but still looked like he wanted to talk.  I told him he could talk to me
about anything and that I wouldn't repeat anything I heard tonight.

The kid started crying and told me the whole story.  He had broken up with
his girlfriend a couple of weeks before that night.  He was having a hard
time at work because he was always running late.  He needed money to fix
his car.  He ends up delivering to that guys house that night and he then
tells the kid he doesn't have enough money for the pizza, let alone his
tip.  The kid explains that the driver must pay the difference if anything
comes up short and he was already in trouble with his boss.  The guy then
offered to give him a blowjob to make up for not having the money.  At
first the kid says no, but he was a horny young man, and a blowjob just
might take his mind off the break-up and relieve some tension at the same
time.  So the kid agrees to it, but tells the man not to make a mess
because he had to go back to work.  The man agrees and they do the deed.

When the man pulls of and cum flies all over the kid's shirt, the kid gets
mad and starts to yell at the man.  The man then pulls out enough money to
pay for all of the pizza and an extra twenty dollars for the tip.  The man
was a damn liar.  The kid gets mad and walks out threatening to call the
police.

The kid finishes telling me the story and says that he never called the
police because he was embarrassed that he let the guy blow him.  He had
been able to put it out of his mind until he saw the video on my laptop
earlier this evening.

He said he wanted to come over and explain the situation to me because he
didn't want me thinking he was a faggot.  He already has a new girlfriend
and the sex is great.  I told him I didn't think he was gay and I had
already come to the same conclusion of what had happened.  I told him not
to worry about it.  I would not share the story or the video with anyone.

The kid looked relieved and thanked me over and over.  I told him to feel
free to come talk to me anytime he had a problem.  The kid thanked me
again, shook my hand and headed for the door.  When he got there I
mentioned that I didn't even know his name and he said it was Phil.  He
thanked me again and left.  As he was walking down to his car, I called out
and told him the other guy had moved to New York, so he didn't have to
worry about it.  Phil said oh, he had driven by his house a few times and
it looked empty.  He wondered what happened to him.

I said good night, turned and closed the door.  As I sat in front of the
TV, I wondered what Phil meant about driving past his house a few times and
wondering what happened to him.  I guess he was just a nice kid.

It was a couple of weeks later.  I was working on my laptop in the kitchen
again.  I see Sam, my neighbor, pull into his driveway again and realized
it was late and I was getting hungry.  I got up and started rummaging
through my fridge, when the doorbell rang.  I went to see who it was and
when I opened the door, Phil was standing there with a pizza.  I must have
had a puzzled look on my face because Phil said no you didn't order a
pizza, I had to go pick up my paycheck and thought it would be nice to buy
you a pizza to say thanks.  I invited him in and offered him to stay and
help me eat it.  He agreed and we headed for the kitchen.

When we got into the kitchen, Phil looked over at my lap top.  There was a
bunch or windows open with work stuff displayed.  He looked a little
disappointed, but turned and grabbed a slice of pizza.  We stood there
talking about the weather, sports, the heat, and a few other things while
we ate.

Then, out of the blue, Phil asks if I still had the video of him.  I said
that I did and I will never show anyone.  He commented that he appreciated
that.  He then asked if he could get a copy of it on CD.  I said sure, I
could burn him a copy if he really wanted one.  He said yes please.  I sat
down at my computer and opened the file that had all of my gay porno in it.
There were quite a few files.  Phil was looking over my shoulder and asked
if all of those files were porn.  I said most of them.  He just said wow,
he had no idea there would be so many gay porn videos out there.  I told
him that wasn't all the porn out there and that there were probably
millions more and I would need about 1000 computers to hold them all.  He
just said wow again.

I had a high-end video player that scans and improves the quality of my
videos, so I told Phil that I could improve the quality of his video if he
would like.  He said sure.  I told him I would have to run the video in
order to do that and he said ok.  So I opened up the program and imported
the file.

As I was running the video it would pause on areas that needed
improvements.  When I started the video it ran until the guy pulled Phil's
dick out of his pants.  Sitting there on my computer screen was a clear
picture of Phil's dick and as the program did its magic Phil's dick became
clearer and clearer on the screen.

There I was again wearing my gray sweat-shorts and no underwear.  With his
dick displayed across my screen, I began getting excited.  It was even
worse with his hand resting on the back of my chair and lightly touching me
shoulder.

The video then starts playing again and I felt a small bit of relief.  The
video plays and stops a few more times and each time it stops it seems to
be during one more of the most erotic parts of the video.  Then is starts
up again and it is running very quickly through the blowjob part.  I try
not to stare at the video so that my hard-on would go down.  But it was no
good.  I couldn't tear my eyes away.

Just as I am thinking the video needs to finish, it comes to the part where
the guy pulls his mouth off Phil's dick.  As he does that the video slows
down to barely a crawl and Phil starts to shoot his load.  Frame by frame
Phil's cum is flying out of his dick and landing on his shirt.  Frame by
frame I am getting harder and harder.  Just as the largest gob of cum flies
out of Phil's dick I let go of mine.  I could not hold it any longer.  I
moan as the first shot flies out of the tip of my dick right into my gray
shorts.

There was nothing I could do to hide it.  The front of my shorts started
getting darker as the cum continued to shoot out.  By the time I stopped
shooting my load, the video finished and asked for a new file name.  I
couldn't compose myself enough to type, so Phil leaned over me and typed in
the file name: phil's_first_gay_blowjob.wma...

I swear he whispered "cool" into my ear as he leaned over.  After typing
the file name and hitting "ok", Phil straightened back up, but his hand was
now resting on my shoulder.  I still couldn't move when he leaned back over
and asked me if I was interested in helping him make his second gay blowjob
movie.  All I could say was sure.  He led me up off the chair and started
down the hall towards the bedroom.  He wanted to know where I kept the
video camera.  Top shelf of the armoire was what I told him.