Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2016 20:51:15 +0000 (UTC) From: simon peter Subject: The Pizza Boy Pepperoni Sandwiched Dear Reader This story, like many of my other stories, has elements that are based on real personal experiences. However, the names and places are all fictitious. If you feel like sending me a comment, negative or positive, please do so: simon23232@yahoo.com I would love to read your comments and suggestions. Also, very importantly, please donate to keep nifty going. Thanks. Simon The Pizza Boy: Pepperoni Sandwiched By Simon Peter They are not just cousins. Dave and Paul are also very close friends. They have been to the same grade school all the way through high school. It is natural-and frequent-that they would sleep over at each other's house. They enjoy doing the same things: they both love soccer, both play the piano well, both crave junk food, both are the same age, now 19 and planning to join the same community college to major in graphic design. Physically, however, they are quite different. Dave is tall, around 195cm (6', 4"), quite slim at 62 kilograms (140lb), has dirty-blond hair which he keeps long, blue eyes, and light facial and body hair. His tall lanky figure does not give any indication of his sexual endowment. His dick is just over 14 cm long (5.5 inches) when fully erect. On the other hand, Paul is shorter at 175 cm (5' 7"), a bit stockier weighing 65 kilograms (145 lbs). His hair is black and he wears it short, marine style. He has black eyes and is moderately hairy. He sports a beard-not too thick, but one that makes him look at least three years older. He has chest hair, unlike Dave who is totally smooth. Most importantly, Paul always comments to Dave, he has a 22-centimeter (8.5 inches) long dick. This has always been a wonder to Dave, as well as a point of embarrassment. Paul would refer to his cock size any chance he gets, reminding Dave of his diminutive endowment! Yes, of course the two boys have compared dick sizes. They are practically brothers and they have been in situations where they have had the chance to see each other naked. They masturbated together often, but they have not gone further to the point of having any sexual contact with each other. Besides, they are both virgin. They discuss college and how they will have the opportunity to have lots of sex. In their little town, they have not had the chance to get laid: everyone knows everyone else and the girls keep their thighs tightly pressed. They have made out, of course, but the farthest they got were a few hand jobs. "Pete," Dave calls on his cell phone. "Come on over to my place tonight. We will watch the Holland- Germany game together. Bring some soda, ok?" "Ok, Dave," Pete agrees. "Do we need anything else?" "No, just the soda. Mom and Dad are visiting our grand folks this weekend. Dad left some money and we can order a pizza or something." Pete has been having weird thoughts lately. About Dave. Sure, he and Dave are very close. They like each other a lot. He loves spending time and doing things together with his cousin. But recently, he's been having strange feelings towards his cousin. Around a month ago, they were both at the gym, doing some wrestling exercises. They were both sweaty and heaving and panting. Suddenly Dave, who was lighter but quite wired, had Pete pinned to the mat, lying on top of him. Pete felt Dave's crotch press on his hip as Dave kept him pinned down. To his surprise, and shock, he developed an erection. When Dave got off of him, he gave in and rushed to the bathroom, hiding his erection as best as he could. He masturbated and when he cummed after just a few strokes, it was a huge load-the biggest he had ever had. What's more, it was the feeling of Dave's crotch on his hip that had done it. Pete is feeling disgusted with himself. He cannot understand why he should get excited, sexually, about Dave. He is definitely not a homo. He considers himself a stud and is looking forward to proving it with the co-eds in college. But what has happened in the gym cannot be ignored. Dave excites him. He is so baffled and confused that he has no idea how to deal with his feelings. He is attracted by Dave's naked smooth torso whenever they swim together. True, he has a much bigger dick. So why has Dave's pressed crotch excited him so much? As he gets the soda and walks the short distance to his cousin's house, Pete is fighting with his thoughts and feelings. He has noticed that those feelings are turning to desire and are becoming more intense. After the wrestling incident, he has often jerked off with Dave in his mind. Why can't he think about the couple of chicks who have masturbated him to ejaculation? Why is it that Dave's image is always taking over his imagination as he strokes his monster cock and shoots his load? "Hey," Pete says as he walks into Dave's living room. The television is on and the game is scheduled to start in about ten minutes. "Hey," Dave smiles, gets off the couch and takes the six-pack soda over to the fridge. "We have chips and we can order pizza." "Sounds good, buddy." Now what about Dave? Does he have the same feelings about Pete? Dave thinks of Pete as his idol, in many ways, especially the dick size. He can't understand why his own penis is so small. But actually, when he jerks off, it is not Pete that stands out in his imagination. It's Billy! Dave has accepted the fact that he is attracted to guys. He has done some internet research on homosexuality and he is well aware of his feelings. He keeps all this to himself, it goes without saying. Pete is his cousin, like a brother, but Billy is hot. He first met Billy at the pizza place where Billy works as a waiter. He was struck by Billy's muscular physique, his good looks, but mostly his bulge. Billy seemed to have a very pronounced bulge in his tight jeans, outlining his dick. Dave is almost certain that Billy either wears very loose boxers or no underwear at all. Dave wants Billy. The reason why he likes to order pizza from the place where Billy works is that he hopes that Billy will do the delivery. It has never happened so far. But Dave can hope. "How come you always order pizza?" Pete asks as they settle next to each other on the couch and Dave picks up the phone to place the order. "Don't you like pizza?" Dave asks as he dials. "I love pizza, man, but sometimes we can have something different." Dave places the order anyway, two large pizzas with extra cheese and pepperoni, but does not make any comment. Pete can feel the heat of Dave's body next to him. His desire for his cousin is growing stronger each day. Tonight he feels that he is about to explode. Dave is so close yet so far. What can he do about this weird fucked-up situation? He feels what he feels; nothing can be done about that. His dick is semi-erect already. He really wants to try to have something going with his cousin. Does he dare? Will he lose the best friend he has ever had if he tries something on him, let alone a cousin? It's Billy who delivers the pizza. The game has already started and the Germans seem to be pressing hard on the Dutch. A couple of times, the two boys jump with excitement as near-goal German kicks almost hit the Dutch goal net. Once Dave grabs Pete's thigh, holding his breath, his eyes glued to the screen, as the Germans maneuver the field toward the Dutch goal. Pete quivers at Dave's squeezing hand. He cock erects immediately, uncomfortably. But Dave is so involved with the game that he doesn't notice his cousin's different kind of excitement. "Oh, hi, Billy," Dave says as he answers the doorbell. What! Pete notices a different tone in Dave's voice. He knows his cousin so well that he is sure there is something different about his greeting the kid from the pizza place. Pizza, huh? He ponders. Pizza, indeed! Always pizza, and always from the same place where this Billy works. Even the way Dave holds the door open for Billy is sort of weird. Oh, boy! What is going on here? Pete has totally forgotten the soccer game and is watching the scene at the door. "Let me get you the money," Dave croaks at Billy. He fumbles with his wallet and hands Billy a 50-dollar bill. "Oh, man," Billy groans. "Don't you have anything smaller? This is my last delivery and I was planning on rushing home to catch what is left of the soccer game." "You into soccer?" Dave asks, too sweetly, Pete thinks. "Why don't you join us? We're watching the game here also. You know my cousin, Pete, don't you?" "Yea. Hi Pete," Billy waves from the door. "Ah, I guess I can do that, if you really don't mind, but I still cannot break the fifty dollars." Pete takes out his wallet and comes up with a twenty, which covers the pizzas with a two-dollar extra for a tip. "Here. This should do it." He hands the money over to Billy, who has entered and is already looking at the TV screen. He takes the bill absent-mindedly and shoves it into his back pocket. Dave is still at the door, staring at Billy. What the fuck! Dave is sweet on this guy, Pete thinks with growing anxiousness. He turns to look at Billy more closely. Ok, the kid looks hot. Pete notices Billy's bulge for the first time. Billy's dick is outlined in his tight jeans. Fuck me, he thinks. Billy is hot! Billy sits on the couch next to Pete as they watch the game. "I'm not much into soccer itself," he says as Dave is fetching the soda, "but the players are kinda hot," he adds matter-of-factly. "Yea," Pete responds not sure what to make of this comment. "You guys play soccer, too?" he inquires. Dave's answer comes immediately: "Oh, yea. And we sure think of ourselves as hot!" The three laugh. When Billy sees the cokes in Dave's hand, he frowns and says, "Come on, man. Don't tell me that you guys watch soccer games and eat pizza and drink fucking sissy sodas! Where's the beer?" "Oh," Dave answers. "My folks don't allow liquor in the house." "And are your folks home now?" Billy asks with a smirk on his cute face. "Well, no," Dave sounds apologetic. "Then let's go get some beer. It'll take me ten minutes max." He rises, and Pete watches with rising excitement the outlined dick inside Billy's jeans. "I'll go with you," Dave says. "Pete? You don't mind, do you?" Pete shakes his head. "But Dave," Billy says as Dave follows him to the door. "I am using the delivery bike." "I can sit behind you, can't I?" Billy considers this and finally nods his head. "I guess. But it's going to be tight." Pete notices the look of satisfaction and excitement on Dave's face. "We'll be back before halftime," Dave says as they walk out of the door. The two boys get on the bike. Yes, it is tight, not made for passengers. Dave is shaking with excitement as he feels the heat from the hunk he has been fancying, just millimeters away from him. He positions himself behind Billy carefully. He already has an erection. Billy starts the bike and they move off. Instinctively, Dave places his hands on both sides of Billy's hips for support. "You gonna have to do better than," Billy shouts over the sound of the machine. He pulls Dave's arms around his waist. "I wouldn't want you to fall off." Dave feels the body of the guy he has been lusting for since forever. He tries to keep from pressing on Billy's back because of his erection. But now with his arms around the guy, his crotch is at the guy's butt. He can't help it. He closes his eyes and presses more, almost actually grinding. He imagines Billy grinding back. Does he feel the hardness poking the top of his butt? Can he notice the tightness of the arms wrapping around his waist? To Dave's utter shock, Billy's releases one handlebar and moves one of Dave's hand down from his waist to his crotch. Fuck, oh, fuck! Billy's is hard. Dave grabs and presses on the decidedly erected package. He almost faints. But they are already there at the all-night store. Billy jumps of the bike. "Be back in a few. Beer's on me. But there are other things you will have to take care of, Davey," Billy says, groping his crotch. Dave knew he was going to faint! Fifteen minutes later, Dave and Billy walk into the house carrying two six-packs of beer. Billy tosses one can to Pete and opens another for himself. Dave takes the rest and puts them in the fridge, walking back with a beer for himself. Dave plops in the middle of the couch between Pete and Billy. It's somewhat tight and their thighs touch. They sit back, gulping down beer and chewing on pizza as they watch the game. The pizza is gone, and the boys are on their third beer. It's halftime break. Billy stretches with his sexy bulge outlined more noticeably. "Thanks guys for asking me to stay. This is nice." He places one hand on Dave's thigh and squeezes it to show his appreciation. Perhaps also to carry on with what transpired during the bike ride? "I have to say," Dave comments, "the German players are definitely hot boys. I bet they are hung, too." Pete feels he must respond to that. "What has soccer have to do with dick sizes?" he asks. "The way I figure it," Dave explains, "what with all the exercising and the kicking and the running, their dicks must be getting a lot of stretching." Neither Pete nor Billy is convinced with this explanation, but Billy's bulge has grown bigger, his dick elongating down his thigh. Dave is blushing red. He knows that his dick is not that impressive, but Pete's must be. An idea strikes Billy: "Maybe you are right," he says to Dave. "But you need to get your theory proven before you can state it as true." Pete realizes that Billy is drawing Dave out. Has something happened during the beer run? Were there any advances between Billy and Dave? Billy adds, "Since you guys are soccer players, are you ready to help me out with finding the proof to Dave's theory?" Dave stands up and pulls down his jeans and underwear. His dick is ridiculously small. "My theory doesn't hold water." He might as well get it over with. He knows that his cock size is nowhere near impressive, but if anything were to develop with Billy, Billy should know what to expect. Billy hesitates, but only for one short moment before he pulls down his jeans. Pete's earlier impression that Billy is free-balling proves true. Billy's semi-erect penis looks nice, but not as impressive as Pete has thought it would be. "You can't tell dick size when the penis is soft," Billy says, stroking his cock slowly. He reaches and grabs Dave's limp cock and strokes it in sync with his. Dave erects. The two boys stand cock to cock, and to Pete's surprise, Billy's cock is way bigger than Dave's now that both are hard. "Well, well," Billy says. "I'm not a soccer player, Dave. But I'm sure you appreciate what I've got." They both look at Pete, who is still sitting on the couch, watching. He can't believe this is happening. His own cousin, Dave, is standing there so hot and desirable with his erection standing out, and the other guy, very hot and sexy as well stroking his dick right next to him, bodies almost touching. What the fuck, he finally decides and stands up facing the other two boys. He undoes his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers. His monster cock pops out, bigger than the other two even when semi-erect. Dave is smiling since he has seen Pete's huge cock before, but Billy's eyes widen with amazement. "Fuck," Billy exclaims. "Is that a horse dick?" "It's not even erect," Dave comments, proud of his hung cousin. Billy moves closer and tentatively wraps his hands around Pete's dick. Pete starts to harden, and his penis keeps getting bigger as Billy strokes it. "Man, fuck, this dong is double the size of our dicks. Fuck, it's huge." "See what soccer does to dicks, Billy?" Pete jokes, smug with his huge cock now fully erect and standing vertically majestic as Billy lets go of it and gazes at it with wide eyes. Dave is thinking: Billy seems mesmerized by Pete's cock. That's definitely what he has been hoping, is it? He wants Billy for himself. "Soccer dicks need to be sucked when they get hard, Billy," Pete adds, his cock throbbing. Without any words, Billy bends over and takes Pete's cock between his lips. Dave is stroking his erection and watching with astonishment at the development of events. He reaches out for Billy's fuzzy butt and rubs his hand all over the cheeks. Billy is trying his best to swallow as much of Pete's cock shaft as he can, but all he can take is just a few centimeters below the cock ridge. Pete has arched his back and is trying to push more cock into Billy's mouth, his hands on his hips. Billy gags and pulls off, standing up and panting, with spit slobbered around his lips. "Oh, man, this is huge." Dave immediately takes advantage of the moment and grabs Billy's hard dick. Billy turns around to him and kisses him as he also grabs Dave's cock. They stroke each other, standing up, kissing. Pete moves behind his cousin and rubs his cock on Dave's butt. Pete really wants Dave, not the pizza boy, as hot as Billy is. Dave is moaning loudly, his mouth totally covered by Billy's lips. The scene continues for a while. The boys realize that they don't care about the soccer game, which has just started after halftime, anymore. All they want is each other's body. Lips are glued, tongues entwined, cocks grinding on butts, hands squeezing nipples, stroking erections. The three boys are not holding back. It's a tangle of naked, young, horny body parts. They break apart after a while. "Wow," says Billy. "You're a couple of horny fuckers, man." Pete is still behind Dave. This is the moment he has waited so long for. Dave may be sweet on Billy, but Pete is not going to pass the opportunity of doing his cousin. Billy moves forward and embraces Dave as Pete slips his cock inside Dave's crack, sandwiching him. Applying spit into Dave's hot hole and his own cock, Pete pushes in. Dave cries out and moves away pushing Pete back. "What the fuck are you doing, Pete?" he cries. Billy covers Dave's mouth with his, shutting him up, reaches over, and grabs Pete's cock, pulling it back onto Dave's ass. Dave is totally taken by Billy's kissing that he stops his resistance to Pete. Pete pushes. Dave tries to move away because of the sudden pain, but Billy is holding him tight, kissing his mouth and grinding his hard dick on Dave's crotch. Pete holds Dave's hips tight and enters him. Dave is whimpering with the pain but held so tightly by Billy that he can't move except to push back on Pete. Pete's cock slides into his cousin with difficulty, but he soon starts fucking him. It only takes seven or eight thrusts for Pete to empty his nuts inside the whimpering Dave. He squirts deep and strong. He feels like his own life form is spilling out of his throbbing cock into his hot cousin. Finally, spent, he pulls out. Dave manages to break away from Billy and slumps on the couch shaking uncntrollably. "Fuck, Pete, you hurt me. Oh, my god, my ass is split and burning. Fuck, you dumped your load inside me." As Dave is protesting, Billy gets on his knees, raises Dave's butt, and rims his ass, now leaking Pete's cum out. He tastes the cum and tongues Dave's sore ass more. Raising himself, holding onto Dave's ankles, lifting them up and placing them on his shoulders, Billy enters Dave's already lubricated hole. Dave whines and moans, but now with pleasure as his hole sucks Billy's cock deep into him. Pete is ready to go again. He straddles Dave's face and feeds him his cock. Billy pounds hard and explodes as Pete is ready to unload again down his cousin's throat. When Billy pulls his dripping cock out of Dave's ass, he bends over and takes Dave's small but hard cock in his mouth and starts to suck him. Dave and Pete shoot at the same time. Billy swallows semen. Dave swallows semen. Pete squirts and squirts and squirts. The three boys are lying side by side on the carpet, exhausted, panting, naked, with limp, glistening dicks. "Some soccer game, this was, boys," Billy laughs, slapping Dave's thigh. "You're a hot fuck, Dave." "Billy," Dave mumbles. "You are the hot fuck, baby. And Pete, you little fucker, next time you want to bury that monster of yours inside me, you better use tons of lube. I won't be able to walk straight for weeks." "You'll walk, all right," Pete says, "and I'll fuck you and suck you over and over." "Hey," Billy protests. "What about me? Huh?" Both Dave and Pete climb on Billy and cover him with kissing and grinding. "You'll be inside our sandwich," Pete tells him, starting to get hard again. "Just deliver the pizza, and we'll do the rest."