Delivering Pizza


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 f***efully.

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 asl**p," 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 b*****r 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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