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"!