Delivering Pizza

By Joxn / Jon XXXX

Published on Feb 5, 2009

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It was almost quitting time for Charlie. Delivering pizzas had proven to be a pretty good part time job while he was in graduate school. Fortunately, the GI bill and a scholarship paid most of the tuition, with his Army savings and pretty good tips from pizza delivery making up the rest. He certainly wasn't close to living the good life that he planned to attain, but he was getting by. In fact, it was a lot better than the three years he spent in the Army though he didn't discount the skills he picked up in the computer room nor the appreciation for personal discipline.

So when the manager asked if he could make one more delivery before quitting, he said yes, noting that it wasn't too far from the university and his rooming house. He could make the delivery and then head home. He checked out with the manager, grabbed the four pizzas and jumped in his Jeep with the address tucked between his legs.

As he drove, he was thinking how good it would be to finish off this Saturday and a very hectic week. He was looking forward to a long hot shower and then collapsing into bed, probably ending up beating his meat and letting his imagination - and poppers - carry him away. Right now, he didn't have time for much more in his busy life. He had had his share of girls and even had a fianc‚ who decided to break off the engagement after he went overseas. He later found out she settled down with a local farm guy, saying she just couldn't take all the uncertainty in their relationship. It really hurt him, so much so that he hadn't had a real relationship with a female since. Right after receiving his "Dear John" letter, he started fucking the hell out of the nice looking little male admin clerk who came on to him after a heavy drinking binge at the NCO club. He never thought of himself as gay but sure found that tight little ass a welcome and uncomplicated relief to his sexual problems.

Now Charlie was a pretty good looking guy, standing in at about 6'1" inches, 180 lbs. The days of high school sports and continued physical conditioning in college and the Army helped him distribute the pounds in a pretty good arrangement of muscle. He had dark hair and was moderately hairy which somehow seemed to attract attention. While Charlie wasn't too happy about his social life right now, he knew that it was only a matter of when the right time would come. But now, the right time was studying his ass off to pull off grades in computer science that would get him a good job offer. He did admit that he seemed to have knack for understanding computers.

Charlie turned down the road and began to look for the address. It was an older house, almost isolated at the end of the short street with several cars parked out front. He slid the Jeep into a spot, grabbed the pizzas and started up the path. He heard some voices coming from the side of the house and thought maybe that's where a party was going on. He walked around the house and saw a dim light coming out of a side shed along with the voices. He eased forward and looked in the window.

There were about seven guys surrounding a well-build guy who was kneeling on all fours on sort of a table. The guy was naked except for his underwear and socks.and a blindfold. His wrists and ankles were tied to the table legs. "You're really going to get it tonight, pledge," said one of the giggly guys, as the others laughed hysterically. "The worst is yet to come," sang out a couple of the other guys as another guy tapped the muscle man's ass with a rolled up newspaper causing more noise that pain. Charlie sighed at such foolishness and crept back to the front yard. He rang the doorbell a couple of times and the door opened by a good- looking little guy in shorts and tank top. "Pizzas," said Charlie. "Oh, yeah. Come on in," said the little guy who only looked smaller beside Charlie. "You can put them in the kitchen back there."

Charlie began to take the pizzas out from the insulated bag. The little guy went to the kitchen door and hollered "Pizzas here." With that, the seven guys began streaming in. "We got any beer, Daryl?" hollered one of the guys who was starting to tear into a pizza box. "Yeah, in the fridge where it's always been," the little guy said as he counted out the money to pay Charlie. "Pledge time, you know," he said sort of boringly. He handed Charlie the money that included a pretty good tip. "Thanks," said Charlie as he picked up his bag. "Say, do you guys know if State is winning?" "Yeow! I completely forgot about the basketball game," yelled one of the guys. Everyone grabbed a couple of slices of pizza and a beer, and rushed to the living room to turn on the TV set. "Pledge can wait for a bit," laughed one of the guys. "Pledge week, huh?" laughed Charlie. "Who's your pledge?" "We got the prize this year," said one of the guys who was settling down on the floor in front of the TV. "We got Tyson the hot freshman running back to pledge." With that, the group locked in on the TV game and Charlie left.

But Charlie didn't leave.not right then. As he walked to his Jeep, he began to think of the hot stud in the shed. He stashed his bag under a bush and crept around the side of the house. Everything was quiet. He looked in the window of the shed again and saw only the hot muscle guy still on the table but relaxing down in an all-four crouch. The soft light bounced off his chiseled back leading to his dynamite ass that was still underwear covered. Charlie realized he had a raging hard on just looking at the sight through the window.

Now we all know that often hormones overpower all logic, and this was one of those times. Charlie eased through the open door. At the sound of his footsteps, the muscle guy raised his head and tensed a bit. Charlie said nothing but walked around the hot piece of beef on the table, getting hornier with each step he took. He came up to the guy's ear and whispered, "Are you ready? The worst is here!" The blindfolded guy remained tense and didn't move a muscle. "This is the secret part that only you and I know about," Charlie continued whispering. "You can never mention this part or talk about it or you will automatically be thrown out of the fraternity. That's the oath we all take. You understand?" The muscle guy whispered back "Yeah."

Charlie looked over at the workbench and ripped off a piece of duct tape from the roll laying there. He slapped it over the muscle guy's mouth, listening to the one muffled complaint. Charlie walked to the back of that great looking ass and slowly pulled down his underwear revealing a beautiful ass at the end of a muscular, triangular back. The way the guy was positioned now, Charlie could see the tight little rosebud of his hole in the dim light. He stroked his hand across each cheek and then between those beautiful cheeks to caress back and forth over the guy's hole on down to his hanging balls. The guy tensed again, but made no sound. Charlie reached under the guy, feeling a rock hard cock as well.

Charlie glanced around and saw the open can of motor oil. He dipped his finger in and stroked over the hole again, this time lingering a bit longer. The guy remained tense but no sound. Charlie slipped his oil-covered finger into the hole a short way. He heard no sound, only the quickened breathing of the muscle guy. Charlie began to caress that tight hole, easing his finger in further. Finally he slipped in two fingers, this time causing the muscle guy to arch his back in surprise. "Quiet. Don't' make a sound at anything that happens," Charlie whispered forcefully.

As two fingers were probing the muscle guy's hole, Charlie unzipped his jeans and let his own rock hard cock spring free. His cock was right at seven and a half inches, thick and uncut. The little admin guy used to moan loudly when Charlie hit bottom in his sweet little ass. With his free hand, he covered his cock with more motor oil and looked down at that glistening pulsating piece of meat, just poised at the virgin hole. Charlie could still hear the guys inside the house yelling as one of the teams scored.

Charlie eased his fingers out and put his throbbing cock up to the loosened hole. He pushed gently and to his surprise, his cock began to slide right in. The guy arched his back again with a little moan. "Quiet. You won't get hurt," Charlie whispered. "Relax and take it like the big fucking football player you are." The guy's back went down and he tensed up, almost as to say he could take anything because he was a "big fucking football player."

Charlie played around for a few seconds and then began to ease in a little further with each stroke. He put his hands on the muscle guy's hips and began to stroke his cock in and out of that super hot hole. Charlie thought he had never had anything that tight nor that hot. The guy was starting to moan as Charlie started to really fuck him, hitting the magic spot that generates desire. Charlie actually felt the guy trying to push his ass back to meet his thrust.

Charlie was getting into some serious fucking when he heard someone shout, "Daryl, go check on the pledge." Before he could react, the door opened and there stood the little guy who had paid for the pizzas, his eyes wide as saucers at the scene before him. Charlie put his finger over his lips to indicate quiet and motioned him in. Still staring, the little guy began to grab his own cock and walked over to Charlie. "Go tell them he's alright and come back," Charlie whispered. The little guy nodded and backed out of the door. Charlie knew he had a few seconds to run out the door if the guys started coming out. "The pledge is doing just fine. I think he's asleep," Charlie heard the little guy say. And then he was standing back in the doorway watching Charlie fuck the muscle guy.

Charlie stroked long and deep into the muscle guy's ass for a couple of minutes, letting the little guy record the scene with wide eyes. Then Charlie motioned him over closer. "Take out your cock," he said and the little guy followed the directions without any protest. Charlie reached for more motor oil and quickly covered the little guy's cock. He was sort of surprised as it was only a little bit smaller than his own and was rock hard. "When I come out, you go in," Charlie whispered in the little guy's ear, pulling him around to get into position.

Charlie pulled his cock out of the hot hole, slipped his hand on the little guy's ass and pushed him forward, guiding his cock right into the tight, hot ass. The little guy gasped but didn't miss a beat, starting his own fast, deep fucking. The muscle guy's back arched again and Charlie pushed him down, whispering, "Quiet!" letting the word apply to both of them.

Charlie kept his hand on the little guy's ass and suddenly found his oily finger caressing his little hole. Charlie positioned himself behind the little guy and when he came out on a backstroke, Charlie pushed his cockhead inside his hole. The little guy rammed his cock in the muscle guy's ass and Charlie followed. Then the little guy pulled back for another stroke and ended up fucking himself on Charlie's big cock. This went on for a minute or so until Charlie had the full length of his own hard cock rammed up the little guy's tight ass.

Charlie took over the action, holding the muscle guy's hips while fucking the little guy's ass that rammed the little guy's cock in the muscle guy's hole. The little guy gasped again and leaned back against Charlie as he was both fucking and getting fucked. "And I thought the pledge had a hot ass. This is incredible," thought Charlie as he fucked with enough energy to ram two holes. Suddenly he sensed the little guy beginning to tense up. Charlie quickly put his hand over the little guy's mouth as he rammed his cock deep into his tight hole, driving into that magic spot that starts nuclear explosions. And start it did. Charlie thought his cock would be cut in two by the tightness of the little guy's ass as he fired his load deep inside the muscle guy's ass. Charlie followed quickly, turning loose a pent up load of hot juice deep inside the little guy who held on to the muscle guy's hips.

After what seemed like forever but lasted far to short, it was over. The muscle guy was panting and dropped his head down to the table. The little guy sagged back against Charlie, gasping for breath. Charlie kissed him gently on the cheek as he held him close to him.

Then Charlie took charge again. Easing his cock out of the little guy and then letting him pull his cock out of the well-fucked hole of the muscle guy. Charlie grabbed some old rags and carefully wiped the muscle guy's ass off, including the puddle of cum the muscle guy had left on the table. Then he pulled up his underwear. He wiped off the little guy's cock and then his own cock, tossing the rags under the bench. After getting their pants back in place, Charlie quietly pulled the little guy back out of the shed. Outside, they stood there for a few seconds, looking at each other. Then Charlie smiled and disappeared into the shadows.

Epilogue

Charlie was finished for the day and was starving. He went to the Student Union and grabbed a hamburger, fries and coke, sitting down at one of the tables at the side. He opened one of his textbooks as a habit of always making the best use of his time. "Hello," he heard a voice say, and looked up to see the little guy standing before him. "Uh, hi," stammered Charlie, this time completely taken by surprise. "Can I sit down," the little guy asked? "Sure," said Charlie, who quickly moved all his books to the next chair. The little guy sat down, and for a few seconds, nothing was said. Finally, Charlie said, "Hey, I'm really sorry about what happened a while back. I don't know what came over me. I'm really sorry." "Don't' be sorry. It was the most incredible experience I've ever had," the little guy said. "I thought you might be a student here and hoped I might run into you sometime," he said. "By the way, my name is Daryl," and he held out his hand. Charlie shook his hand and smiled, "Charlie here. Glad to meet you Daryl."

About that time, a loud, boisterous group charged into the Student Union. In the center was the hot muscle guy. "What an asshole," Daryl said. "Yeah, but a good asshole," smiled Charlie. A pause and they both laughed at the joke. "What happened after I left," asked Charlie. "Nothing. The other guys finally came out, slapped his ass with the newspaper and made him eat a hotdog, saying it was a cock, then everyone went into the house," said Daryl. "You know, Tyson never did say anything or indicate anything out of the ordinary happened," he smiled. "I think he liked it. I know I did. Wait till he becomes a frat brother and tries that with a pledge. He'll have the dean all over his pompous ass," laughed Daryl.

"Well, you had a shot at a great piece of ass," said Charlie, pushing some of his fries toward Daryl. "True. But you know, what I remember most was you fucking me," Daryl said matter of factly. ""That just sort of happened. Sorry," said Charlie, watching Daryl nibble on a couple of the potato strips. "No, don't be sorry. That was the greatest part. You were incredible. I haven't thought about anything else since then, hoping one of these days I'd run into you and we'd do it again," said Daryl softly, staring down at the container of fries.

There was a long pause. And then Charlie said, "Are you serious? You were ten times better than that brainless muscle head. When you leaned against me, I just wanted to keep holding you." Now there was an even longer pause between the two guys who seemed intently staring at the fried potatoes.

Finally, Charlie said, "You know, Daryl. I've finished classes for today. Would you like to stop over at my rooming house? Not too great but it's not far away." Daryl looked up and smiled, "Nice idea. But I've got a better one. Why don't you come to my place? I live in the penthouse of the Anderson Building and it gets sort of lonely there." "Huh?" said Charlie, with a French fry in mid air. "Yeah. My dad's president of the Computer Research Associates and thought it would be easier on his tax write-off to lease the penthouse for me," he grinned. "Let's go and see if we can turn this into something good. My Porsche is right outside," he said.

And it turned into a long-lasting personal relationship and a great business setup.

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