Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2007 13:42:19 -0500
From: KC
Subject: One Good Pizza

This story is fictional.


I walked swiftly out of the house, slamming the door behind me. How could
he make me do this? It was stupid! My footsteps slapped against the
pavement angrily as I walked to an unknown destination. I just wanted to
get away from the house, away from him.

So I guess I should tell you about myself? Well, my name is Chris
Mariott. I'm 16 years old, about 6'4 and about average weight. I'm in
grade 11, I play baseball and hockey. I'm not amazing at the sports I
play, but they kept me in shape. I'm not the smartest either, but I am by
no means stupid. I'm not the most popular, but I have a large group of
friends. So overall, I guess you could call me average. Except for one
thing...which you will hear about later.

Anyway, I bet you're wondering why I was so angry. My dad just told me to
get a job! Now, I know what your thinking: "Chris is overeacting!" And
I would agree with you completely if it weren't for a past incident.
Okay, so I already had a job before. I was working at Macdonalds (I know,
how stereotypical). Everything was going great. I learned everything
quickly, I got paid every two weeks, and my fellow employees were so
nice! So nice, actually. The manager, Katie, was usually working when I
was so we knew each other. Well, one day my dad was picking me up from
work and Katie talked to him for a few minutes. That night, my dad left
to 'go for a drive' that night. He got back late and my mom was already
in bed. I had gone back to Macdonalds with some friends while my dad was
gone. I knew Katie was working and I wanted to book some days off. I got
there, and Sandra (fellow employee) told me Katie had left...with my dad!
So, of course, my dad slept with her, but when he got home he told me how
bad he felt and said he would break it off with her. I was relieved. But,
as a result, Katie fired me, blaming me for my dad's actions! So now,
hopefully you understand why it is so infuriating when he tells me to get
a job, I had one, if only he hadn't fucked and dumped the manager!

Well, I walked around town for a bit, stopped for a coffee before I
headed home. Sure, I'm still angry at my dad, but I have to go home
eventually. I slipped in the house quietly, I'm sure my dad would throw a
shit fit if I woke him. It was about eleven o'clock and he had to get up
early for some big meeting at his office. My mom wouldn't even be home
yet...she works as a night security guard at the bank. Always sounds odd
when I tell people what my parent's do, and I usually end by saying "my
mom is the one that wears the real balls in our family."

I soundlessly walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Theres a jar
of green olives, a burnt meatloaf...and pizza. I grabbed the pizza box
and put it on the counter while I went to get a plate. I popped the lid
of the box and grabbed a few slices and put them on the plate. As I was
closing the lid and about to put the box back in the fridge, something
caught my eye. On the top of the box, next to an abstract design of a
pizza, was the word 'NOW HIRING' in giant, black letters. 'Godfathers'.
Maybe I'll apply there, I thought to myself. I put the box in the fridge
and closed the door. I popped the plate of pizza in the microwave and
turned it on. I grabbed a root beer from the fridge as my pizza reheated.
I heard the annoying beeping, saying the microwave was done. I pulled my
pizza out and took my unhealthy meal over to the computer.

The computer was still on, I just had to log on to my account. I quickly
typed in my password. My desktop screen blinked on to the screen followed
by Internet window I had left open when I had logged off. It was a gay
porn site. Thats right, I'm gay, so what? Okay, so there was a 'so what'.
No one else knew. My family wouldn't accept it so I'm still in the
closet. But I'm curious. I mean, I've searched the net for months and
have been to countless sites with guys sucking dick, licking assholes,
and cumming on the guys face! It got me so hard! I had to be careful not
to get any viruses on my computer though. I closed the site with a sigh.
I wasn't in the mood for a jack off. I opened 'My Documents' and scrolled
through the past essays and stories I had saved on the computer until I
found a document labeled 'Resume'. I opened it and read it over once. It
was up to date so I printed off five copies. My printed was a little
older so it would take a while. In the time it finished printing the
third copy, I had finished my pizza and root beer. I got up, put my plate
in the sink, recycled my pop bottle and washed my hands. I went back to
the printer and scooped up the sheets of paper.

I carried them to my room and placed them on my desk. I stripped off my
shirt and pants, so I was just wearing my boxers. I flicked the light off
and climbed into bed. I rolled on to my back, stretched and fell asleep.

The next day, I awoke as light streamed through the window, hitting my
closed eyes. I rolled over to look at my clock. Eleven in the morning. My
dad would be gone and my mom would be sleeping. I felt my morning
erection straining against the fabric. I thought about jacking off, but
decided against it. I could do that tonight. I got up and showered
quickly. I threw some clean clothes on and grabbed the resumes. I walked
downstairs and headed toward the front door. I slipped my shoes on and
slipped out. I walked around down and applied at a few places, but none
really seemed interested. I had one resume left so I walked over to
Godfather's Pizza. I entered the warm restaurant and business was
booming. There was quite a line in front of me and pizzas were being
brough out of kitchen like crazy! I patiently waited until I got to the
head of the line.

"Hi, I heard you were hiring?" I asked the greasy man behind the
counter.

He looked me over once and said, "You're hired, in the back now!"

Needless to say, I was taken aback.

"I-wha-now?" I studdered.

"Yes, now, we need all the help we can get," he said.

I walked around to a door that led to the kitchen. I entered. There were
two guys preparing pizzas as fast as they could.

"Yeah, ummm, I guess I work here now," I said lamely.

Without looking up one guy threw me a over mit and said, "Take the pizza
out of the second oven and bring it to the couple in the corner of the
restaurant."

I did as I was told. The couple thanked me and I walked back to the
kitchen. My whole afternoon went this way. Delivering pizzas throughout
the restaurant. After a while, the flow of customers thinned to none. One
of the guys in the back left, as did the guy at the cash register. I
didn't know if I should leave.

"I usually clean up now, but I was thinking I could teach you how to
make a pizza so you'll be ready for tomorrow," said the one guy left.

It was the first time he had spoken to me at a normal pace. He turned
around and I realized that I knew him! Not as a friend really, but
everyone knew him. Jason Harson. He was on my hockey team so we knew each
other quite well. He smiled as he realized it was me who he had been
ordering around all day.

"Yeah, that'd be great," I replied.

Okay, heres the thing you need to know about Jason. He is hot! Smoking
hot! He's about my height, muscled body, even has some hair on his chest.
He had a nice cock (advantage of showering after hockey!), but his best
feature was his ass. A bubble butt, perfectly shaped, two tight globes of
teen boy flesh. Jason had been Chris' jack off fantasy many times.

Anyway, back to reality. So, Jason showed me how to make the pizza. I
watched intently as he rolled the dough and chopped the olives. How he
spread the sauce and sprinkled the cheese. How long it was suppose to be
in the oven.

"Do you want to try now?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'd love to make a pizza on that fine ass of yours," I said.

What?! Did I say that or think that?! I looked up. Jason's eyebrows were
slightly raised and there was a grin on his face. What do I do? Run, lie,
laugh, pull his pants down and grab the dough?

"Alright, sure," he said.

I watched in amazement as he pulled off his shirt, followed by his socks,
and then pants. He was wearing a pair of white briefs, that left nothing
to the imagination. He stuck his thumbs in the waistband of them and
started to pull them down. By this point, my dick was rock hard, but I
tried to hide it with my hands. After Jason had gotten out of his undies,
he layed on his stomach on the metal counter in the middle of the room.
This counter was used to put the cooling pizzas on, so it didn't have
anything on it. I just stood there, staring at Jason's magnifcient butt.

"Buddy?" Jason said.

"Ummm...yeah," I said.

I rolled out the dough, just like Jason had shown me, until it was semi
flat. I picked the dough up and placed it on top of Jason's buns. I
pressed the dough down. Holy shit, this is hot, I thought to myself. Then
I went to the container that had the tomato sauce. I took the spoon and
started spreading it on the dough until all of it was covered in sauce.
Next, I sprinkled the cheese over the sauce. I was still hard and real
horny. I never thought something like this would turn me on.

"So Jason, what toppings do you want on your ass?" I asked with a
smirk.

"Uhh, lets see. Mushrooms, green olives, bacon, and lots and lots of
sausage," he replied.

We already had precut mushrooms and bacon so I spread it around his ass
pizza first. I cut the green olives quite poorly, but I didn't care. I
looked for the sausage, but couldn't find it. He hadn't shown me where
they were.

"Man, wheres the sausage?" I asked.

"In the fridge in front of me," he said. I walked over to the fridge,
but stopped short as Jason grabbed my dick through my jeans and said,
"But I'd like this sausage even more. And not on my ass...up it."

I swear to God, I nearly came in that moment. My hands fumbled with my
belt. I finally got it undone and let my jeans slide to the floor. I
pulled my shirt off and walked around behind the metal counter. Jason and
raised himself up on hands and knees and just under the crust of the
pizza, I could see his fuckhole. I slipped out of my boxers and hopped up
on the end of the metal counter. I was on my knees, back straight, and my
dick lined up perfectly with his asshole at this height. I took one
finger, took some sauce off the pizza and roughly pushed it into his
hole. He gasped at the intrusion, but was soon purring with pleasure as I
prepared him. I took my other hand and took somemore tomato sauce and
started lubing my cock. See, remember when I said at the start that there
was one thing that wasn't average about me? Well, it's my cock, it's a
little over average size. Eleven inches.

After a few minutes of preparing us, I stopped.

"Ready buddy?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, give me your horse cock!" he said.

And did I ever. I gave one, two, three thrusts and I was completely
sheathed inside of him. He cried out, told me to pull it out, but I
didn't. I told him he would be okay and I let my hand wander under his
body and grip his dick. I started a slow jerk of his cock and after a few
minutes, he had calmed down. I slowly pulled my dick back and rammed it
back in, getting another cry from Jason. I kept at this pace for a good
ten minutes before his cries turned to moans, then I really started
cutting loose. I rammed my cock in and out faster and faster. My balls
were slapping his and I was jacking his cock at an amazing speed. We were
both groaning and grunting and in minutes Jason said:

"Fuck! Awee, man, I'm about to fucking cum!"

He was right. I felt his muscles tighten and body shiver. His balls
pulled up into his body and globs of boy juice spurted from his dick. His
ass tightened so much on my dick, I couldn't take it.

"Oh, baby, ready for my fucking load! I'm about to breed you Jason!" I
screamed.

My cum flooded his bowels. I saw stars as my orgasm took over and I had
to grip tightly on to Jason's hips on to fall off the counter. I started
coming down from my orgasm, I was still panting and I pulled my cock out
of his ass. Jason stuck a finger around him, took a sample of the pizza
mixed with the cum dripping out of his ass and said:

"You make one good pizza!"


*Okay, I'm not sure if that story was any good. I normally don't do
stories like that.