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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
GeTTiNG ReaDY FoR CoLLeGe 03 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Finally, Rico made it back to the pizzeria. The owner, his very own brother, had been on the lookout for him. When the silver BWM pulled up to the curb, Gianni made for the door, to hold it open.
"Don't be too hard on the kid Gianni. Remember, you were eighteen once!"
"I'll try to keep that in mind," Gianni replied to Andres, his partner and business and the bedroom. And as soon as Rico walked in the door with his red pizza satchel, he was reprimanded, "Um, a Mister Pezzolo called about an hour ago, wondering where his two pizzas were?"
"Pezzolo!" Rico called out as he swept past his bro.
As Gianni faced the door to close it manually, on account of the jamb was busted, Rico looked straight into his brother's partners face. It seemed like Andres was always on his side', even when the chips were down, regarding getting in deep shit with Gianni. Andres mouthed the words, You're in deep shit again!' But right after he gave Rico a smile, one which signaled `not deep enough'.
In other words, Rico was about to be `lectured', "Now how are we ever supposed to establish a reputable business in this town Rico, if time and again you are late on deliveries?"
I haven't been late for like three months!" He stood up for himself. And he just had to remind Gianni, "And that was only because you didn't fill up the tank?"
Tit for tat, Gianni stood there, drumming his fingers on the little maitre'd station.
Rico knew it, Gianni thinking of his response as `nobody's perfect'. Throwing a thumb in Andres' direction, he makes light of the situation, "So did you send Andres out with the pizzas?"
"I volunteered," Andres replied.
"Heeeey!" Rico gave him the hi-5, "Thanks for covering for me bro," bro-in-law!
Still, Gianni wanted to make a point, but he knew he was losing the battle fast. Since their folks weren't around anymore, Gianni has doubled as mother and father, Andres helping out. "I can't understand how you messed up a simple order Rico. You've delivered to 148 Walnut before?"
"148? Oh man. I thought it was 146?" 146 was where Ferran and Tony lived and if he was up to confessing the real truth, he would have had to divulge the `real' reason he delivered the two pizzas next door, to the house where he happened to catch a glimpse of the guy through the window, all decked out in his nothingness, only to discover it was the brother of one of the guys he's seen around at school.
"I give up!" Gianni replies, throwing his hands up in the air.
Leaving Andres and Rico in the main part of the restaurant, Giannis knew he would get the `real truth' later!
"So? What really happened?"
Instead of starting from the beginning, Rico asks, "Hey Andres, have you ever heard about a bunch of guys doing a `cumshot' contest?"
"Cumshot contest?" Andres said it like it was the first time hearing of it.
"Yeah. Guys line up, stroke themselves up until they shoot their load and whoever shoots their load the farthest is the winner?"
His smile gave him away!
"When man?" Rico immediately had the thirst for knowledge.
Taking up two tall glasses, Andres dispenses some Cherry Dr. Pepper from a machine. He sits at one of the little square tables, Rico following his lead.
"Thanks," Rico replies to the soda `on the house'.
"You first," Andres says.
Rico knew Andres could be this cunning. He had once told Rico he often asked the other person to relate their story first so he could prepare his in his mind. So he began rattling off facts and since this was his second brother' he was talking to, the brother he could talk to about anything', starting from the very beginning, "Really I had all intentions of delivering the two pizzas to Mr. Pezzolo, but," and he told it like a shrink would, "being an eighteen year old, with more testosterone flowing than a guy knows what to do with..."
"Want to spare me the dramatics, Rico? Like I've heard it all before?"
It was a mutual laugh, Rico having passed the line off on Andres or his brother dozens of times.
"Right. Well I pulled into 146 by mistake actually, but it was really after what I saw in the window."
"Mr. Pezzolo's window?" Andres assumed.
"Um, no." Then diverting his thoughts temporarily, "Nothing against Pezzolo. He's not a bad looking older dude." Then recalled, "Works out." Opinioned, "Has a nice bod..."
"But 146?" Andres pressed for detail.
"Don't tell Gianni this... he'll think I'm some kind of stalker or something..."
"My lips are sealed," Andres replied, doing gesture of zipping up his lips. Same time his hand under the table was crossing its fingers, just to cover himself in case Gianni's pressing under the sheets coerced him into giving detail.
"Cool. Well as I scout out the house next door to Mr. Pezzolo's house, I happened to see this dude pass by a window. He like has no clothes on." Andres smiles when Rico says dramatically, "And this guy is' like' `built'!"
"In the muscular sense," Andres says, not meaning it like a gym-god.
"Uhhh, yeah. He like had a sort of sixpack, but..."
"I get the picture. Continue?"
And as Rico spilled the story of how the feeling, the urge, became too overwhelming for his teen libido, he had to find an in' and the in' became Mr. Pezzolo's order!
"Aren't you leaving out some details?" Andres provoked.
"Oh yeah, so as soon as I get to the door it's like this dude, Tony, didn't even set the record straight, that I was delivering to 146, instead of 148, whether the pizza was for him or not, but...."
And Andres learns a few more tidbits, like this Tony-dude had seen Rico delivering pizza next door before, of how when he was out mowing the lawn one afternoon, bare-chested, Tony had snagged Rico checking him out. And being Tony was older, twenty-one in comparison, he was wiser and knew where the score lie.
"So let me get this straight... this Tony character already knew you were gay, immediately jumped at the opportunity to invite you in and got you involved in this cumshooting contest with his younger brother, who happened to be a guy you had seen at school but never really talked with and you go on to have this cumshooting contest and win?"
Rico was silent a second before questioning, "I didn't say I `won' Andres."
Being a sharp guy, Andres left little room for error. To the `T' he would put enough gel in his hair every morning which would coif-it-up into a hot style, just enough to accent his handsome looks, leave two buttons open at the top of his shirt in case a would-be looker decided upon checking out the mass of hair on his chest, collar-collar and very rarely slipped up in his wording. Except for right now. He tried flubbing his way through, "Well... uh.. I... um..."
And when Andres did fuck up, Rico was always right on it, to draw it out for all it was worth. His mind jumped way ahead of his pleasure session at Tony's house and he rendered, "Wait a minute! Didn't you say `you' delivered Mr. Pezzolo's pizza, Andres?"
Okay, so Andres erred, but where Rico was taking this he realizes he's going to have to come clean. "That's right," he waited in case he misjudged the situation.
Knowing Mr. Pezzolo, a lonely guy in his mid-forties, always wound up distracting a person from their real order of business, Rico asks, "So, what did Mr. Pezzolo do to keep you from delivering and making a clean getaway?"
He knew he had to fess up, but it wasn't anything `bad', so Andres faked a toothy grin, setting the stage for, "Did you know Mr. Pezzolo is converting his upstairs attic into living quarters?"
"For who?" Rico asks. "The dude lives alone?"
"Who knows. You and me both know Pezzolo is a whacko! Why does he build a playground in his backyard when he doesn't have any children?"
"Okay, so forget the whacko stuff and get to the point, bro?"
A slight smirk on his face, Andres shows the look of having to fess up. "Believe me, I tried my damnedest to get the loot out of him and book, but..."
"Yeah," Rico draws on his own experience, "I think Pezzolo has it all planned out. It's like you're getting paid to hear him rattle on just so he has somebody to talk to. It's not only about the pizza. In fact I betcha the only thing he has in his freezer is pizza."
And drawing on his own life, Andres says, "Yeah, well, we can't all be lucky enough to have a good man by our side!"
Thinking he might have talked his way out of further explanation, Andres was wrong, Rico asking, "Like three guys lined up side by side for a cumshooting contest?"
By now Andres knew he was found out, knew Rico knew Pezzolo's house, one of the boxes next to the next box and so on down Walnut Rd. and being up in the attic, it was as good as being a forest ranger at a lookout post. "Okay, so I saw you shoot your load, but I wasn't positive you were the long distance winner. I mean I don't read lips!"
It was good enough for Rico and he wallowed in the knowledge he was able to expose Andres' hidden spying upon.
In conclusion Andres asks, "And Tony's little brother. You and he were doing stuff behind Tony's back, huh?"
"Ferran is not out to Tony. In fact he's not out period!" He's said it before, but it's been awhile since he's commended his brother, "In fact if it weren't for Gianni I probably would not be out either."
"Um, don't I get some credit here where credit is due?"
"Sure," Rico recalls, "you mean like when you and I were alone and you wanted to show me how to jerk off, but Gianni beat you to it and told us every gay man is born with his cock in his hand?"
"I was only `joking' Rico and you know that! Besides it's not like I didn't mention it to Gianni. And, little bro," Andres' nick for Rico, "for your information it was the other way around. Gianni offered to show you how to jerk off and I'm the one who..."
"Yeah right. Okay, so I got it backwards." Beating a dead horse, Rico skips over to, "So when, where and what are the details for your `cumshoot'?"
It required another fill up on the Dr. Pepper and just as Andres was about to unfold the details the place began to get busy. "Later bro!'
At least it gave Rico something to jolt his teen balls, knowing Andres participated in cumshooting contests often at the cooking school he attended.
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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