Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 02:08:23 -0500 From: Sidney Gittler Subject: Ark Vacation: Pizza Boy The following is a work of fiction. Peckertown, AR does not exist nor has the great state of Arkansas changed their age of consent laws. This story contains consensual sex between a man and a boy. If this isn't to your liking, is illegal in your neck of the woods or will get your ass whupped if your found reading it please move on. Otherwise both of us would like to hear from you. Sid G Arkansas Vacation: "Pizza Boy" (c)2001 Written by: Dave (DAG1064@aol.com) Edited by Sid G (sidg@compuserve.com) It's late, almost closing and I'm sitting here in Marvin's Pizza Palace sipping beer. Outside of decent pizza its claim to fame is that it has absolutely no class. I had been watching the boy behind the counter since I'd arrived. He's beautiful. Long red hair in back, sides and front cut short. He's got two diamond studs in his right ear. He is very tanned, so he must spend lots of time outdoors. He's been watching me too. Keeps giving me the come on signal. Baby, I'd be screwing him on the counter in a heartbeat, he's turning me on so bad. Yelling interrupts my thoughts. "You get this place cleaned up! Lock everything when you leave!" the man shouts at the boy. I see sadness in his eyes as the man sweeps past him and out the back door. That's no way to treat someone. The boy goes and locks the doors. He comes around the tables to collect the last of the dishes and sees me there. I reach for his hand and take it into mine. He mumbles something and then before I know it, he's wrapped himself around me. I hold him for a bit, stroking his back gently. I break the contact and slide out of the booth I'm in and sit on a bench seat. I lift him on my lap and hold him close to me. He rests his head in the crook of my neck and I feel his tears there. I let him cry for a bit and then wipe the tears off his face. "Let me help you," I said. He smiles at me, and I know I made the right move. I follow him to the kitchen and start helping him. He stops a moment later and pulls his green tank off. His body is a sight to behold. He turns to see me staring. "Like what you see?" he cooed. I couldn't speak. He is beautiful. No tan lines on his torso. There is a gold hoop through his right nipple. It stands out against the tanned skin. I look down to his skintight black bike shorts, and see what appears to be a growing bulge. "You can see that one later," he smiles. "By the way, my name's Wayne." I manage to breathe. "I'm Dan." I turn and tackle the dangerous equipment, like the meat slicer, he shouldn't be handling. I hear him hum a popular song, and I reach into my jeans for money. "Here. Put something on the jukebox. Load it up. I like listening to music while I work," I tell Wayne. He gleefully runs to the jukebox in the corner. Seconds later Aerosmith is wailing and I'm singing with them. Wayne rolls on the floor laughing at my imitation of the Steve Tyler. Before we knew it time has gone by and the kitchen is done. Wayne picks up a container of pizza sauce and heads for the walk-in refrigerator. Suddenly he slips on the floor and falls on his butt. The pizza sauce can drops to the floor and breaks open, sauce lands everywhere. Wayne is upset. However, it gives me the opening that I wanted. "No biggie," I said, smiling. He looks at me strange. I run into the dining room area and come back with my bag. I take sheets of saran wrap and cover one of the larger tables in the kitchen. I lift Wayne onto it and pull his skintight bike shorts off. His cock springs to attention and I drool at the sight of it. Wayne is very well endowed for twelve or so. It must be at least eight inches. "Eight and a half," Wayne grins. I laugh, and set to work. I take what's left of the sauce in the can and pour it into a pot and start to cook it. I quickly mop the floor clean, and then turn my attention to Wayne. I tie his wrists and ankles to each corner of the table. I check the sauce on the stove, and the temperature is just right. Not too hot to burn his skin. I bring it to the table and ladle it out over his quivering body. Wayne gasps as the warm sauce hits his skin. He looks at me funny. "New flavor, boy pizza," I laugh. He laughs, and it sounds like the sweetest music I'd ever heard. I strip myself and stand before him. Wayne nods his approval and I bend over him to start feasting on his pizza sauce covered body. He closes his eyes and begins to moan softly as I lick and suck at his neck. I am getting turned on myself. I hear his breathing and the noises he makes. It is an incredible turn on, and I fight the urge to give in and fuck him on the table. Soon enough for that. I slowly work down his body and enjoy the taste of boy skin mixed with sauce. He moans and moves his body on the table, squirming with the passion feelings that I've woken inside of him. I lick at his boy nipples, small and hard. "Uhh, uhh, uhh, oh man!" he cries out. I keep on licking and sucking the hard aroused boy nipples. I start to move on down his delightful boy body, enjoying the sweet taste of it. He is thrashing about, totally out of control. I stop and pet his chest, feeling the fine muscles there. "Easy Wayne," I whisper. He calms down a bit and I return to his body. I lick at his navel. It sticks out, nice and round. Just the way I like them. Wayne whimpers in passion, so I move on from the treat. I tease the sides of his cock as I pass it. He thrusts his hips in the air, trying to get his cock in my mouth. I move my tongue down alongside his left thigh, making him moan loud. I go down to his toes and take my time, licking the sauce from between the toes. He groans loudly. "Never had anybody do that," he pants. "Come to think of it, I never experienced this kind of thing before." "You've never played with your food?" I asked in mock seriousness. Wayne laughed out loud as I started in on the right foot, licking between the toes. He sighed and settled down to enjoy the pleasure. I worked up his leg to his crotch, and start teasing his cock head, still dripping pizza sauce. I slowly sink that young cock into my mouth. Wayne cried out and his body shivered as I started sucking his boyhood. I am loving this. Hot hard boy steak to nibble on. Do it right, and you'll get the creamy filling! I work my mouth up and down on his cock, enjoying the pleasure. Wayne is somewhere, he's muttering to himself. He shoves his pelvis up against my face a few times, and I know he's about to cum. So I go at it hot, hard, and fast. He suddenly arches his back, nearly knocking me off and screams loudly as he cums. His cock fires several shots into my mouth, and then a bunch of little dribbles as he sighs, having gotten his release. I move up to his head and we push his cum into each other's mouth as we French kiss. He smiles at me. "We ain't done yet, my pet!" I rhyme, reaching for my bag again. He watches as I run a wide leather strap across his tummy and secure it. I free his ankles and bring them up to his head, and then tie them to the table. I get the pan of sauce and start to lubricate his ass with it. I work pizza sauce covered fingers in and out of his willing hole. He moans, knowing what's coming next. He knows he's about to get a man's cock up his ass. Wayne whimpers, wanting me to do him. I will, when he's good and ready. I cover my cock in sauce, and climb up on the table. "Please, please, please, please!" he cries. "Make love to me!" And I did. My cock slid nice and easy into his open boy cunt. But once inside, I discover it's warm in there. I feel the passion rise within me and I start to fuck him. I close my eyes and let passion and lust takes over. I feel my cock moving in and out of this hot boy, and I know I'm gonna make him mine before long. Wayne helps by clamping his anal muscle down on my cock as it slides back into his ass. We both are covered in sweat from our exertions. I move closer, and in doing so, improve the angle for fucking. Must have done something right, because Wayne is going crazy now. I realize I'm hitting his prostate. I want to cum at the same time he does. So much more satisfying. I step up the pace, listening to his cries of pleasure. "Oh yes fuck me fuck me don't stop I need this I need you in me don't stop!" he screams, rocking his ass in time with my thrusts. He sure knows how to make a fuck enjoyable. "So close, Wayne. Let me know when you are. We can cum together," I say. He moans. "I'm there." And suddenly we both are cumming, his sperm in between us and mine deep into his pizza sauce lubricated ass. The feelings explode over us, and I grip the table tight to keep from falling off and out of him. Suddenly it's over, and we both relax panting like dogs. My cock slips out of Wayne's ass on it's own and I get off the table. I wipe myself off, and then untie Wayne. He's a mess, so I carry him to the sink and start to wash his body slowly and tenderly. He starts to cry. "Nobody's ever touched me like that, or bathed me like that in so long," he cries. "This man, who is he?" I asked. "He was somebody who picked me up one day and brought me here. I live at his house, but he makes me sleep in the doghouse and treats me mean. I hate him!" Wayne declared with anger in his voice. "Come with me," I say. "I'll make you happy always." Wayne nods agreement and dresses. I clean up the mess I made as he checks the doors and we go out the back door. He locks it for the last time. He drops the keys in the front door slot of the man's house and walks away. "Now I'm free," he says, getting into my car. I lean over him and kiss him. I can still taste the pizza sauce as we drive away. END