More than just a tip
Hey there, motto here again with another story. This time a pizza boy finds he has one last delivery to a new customer. Going out of his way the pizza boy takes the customer their food and gets more than just a tip in return. I was allowed to use lovkuma's art for an icon. So I would like to thank him for inspiring the story with his love for Pete. You can find him on FA as lovkuma and on tumblr as lovmykuma.
This story involves M/m, dom/sub play, mentions incest, oral and anal sex, watersports, drinking, and pit licking. If any of these things rubs you the wrong way feel free to skip the story. Otherwise enjoy yourself and skip to the paragraph starting with "Showing his teeth in a big hungry smile..." if you want to get into the meat of the sexy fun.
Grabbing my delivery bag from the back seat I locked the truck and took the back door into Ed's Pizzeria and arcade. The normal sounds of kids playing and parents chattering at nearby tables were gone with the store closed for the night. It was all replaced by the wonderful silence that came when all the customer's left.
Passing his office as I walked to the employee locker room Mr. River shouted for my attention. "He Ken, come here." He called. Hunching my shoulder I pulled the insulated delivery bag to my chest before stomping up to his office I peeked inside. Mr. River, the son of the original Ed who opened the place, was a pretty good guy. The croc wasn't a friend, but he didn't cheat me on my checks and didn't needle me about every little thing. So, I considered him one of the top bosses I've had.
Looking up from inventory sheets Mr. River gave me a big smile. "Hey kid, I got a favor to ask you." he said and pulled a receipt from off his desk to wave it about. "Some high roller just ordered a few pizzas that just came out the oven. He lives outside of the delivery area, but not too far from you." He went on, causing me to groan at the implication. Rolling right over my protests he continued "I know kid, but he is willing to pay triple and already paid with a card. Plus" putting down the receipt he reached under his desk and pulled out the metal lock box he kept money in. With a quick flourish he presented me two crisp ten-dollar bills. "He already put a tip in for twenty bucks so... You think you can do it."
My hesitation all but evaporated at the sight of the bills between his two fingers. "Do I get to stay on the clock?" I pushed.
"No, but you get to keep the tips under the table." He said and pointed the money towards me. Under the table meant it wouldn't go on my check and I wouldn't need to pay taxes on it. So, it was as good as I could hope for. I agreed before walking over to snatch the bills and pocket them. "Good, pizzas are in the kitchen. Bring the bag back on your next shift." He finished before shooing me off to get back to his paperwork.
Being the only house on its street with the lights on made the house I was looking for easy to spot as I turned into the cul-de-sac. Pulling up alongside the cars parked in the two-lane driveway and I grabbed the pizzas from the back seat before slipping out of my car. Having taken it over the delivery van. By the time I was stepping on the house's porch the door was opening, and a fat cat greeted me on the other side of the screen door. "I got to sign?" he asked before taking a long drink from a can of beer. Wearing only an open robe and tattered boxers the cat was a prime example of a bachelor that long since stopped caring about his looks when at home
Grabbing the receipt from inside the bag I read off his order "Yep, for two pepperonis and a supreme pizza. Is that right ummm Pete?" Using customers name usually got you on their good side and with how much Pete was willing to spend I wanted to be on his good side. Maybe I'd be able to get another tip out of all this.
Narrowing his eyes Pete leaned forward to look me in the face "You can call me sir, kid." Being a bear old enough to stop getting carded at bars I wasn't a kid anymore. I just let the comment lay as he went on. By the smell of his breath he was a more than a few beers deep. "Come on in kid, I'll sign, and you can have a beer with me or whatever." Without waiting for me to answer he pushed open the screen door and held it there.
As a rule, I don't go inside customer's houses or accept drinks from them. Most of my customers aren't handsome older men offering me a beer when I was starting a two-day weekend. So I made an exception. Using my shoulder to prop open the door I stepping. Shutting the door behind me with my foot I followed Pete inside.
Much of his house was empty, as if he had only moved in, except there was no boxes around. I saw pictures of a smiling family as I was led towards the kitchen. Even so the house showed signs of Pete living alone. The TV in the living room we passed was playing old reruns of shows that had been made when I was a kid, beer cans filled the trashcans, and heaps of clothing laid on the ground.
When we got to the kitchen Pete went straight for the fridge and pulled out a six-pack of beer. Other than beer and a few condiments there was nothing inside of the fridge. He was indeed a bachelor.
Taking a seat at the kitchen table Pete gave me a good look at all of him. Angled away from the table he leaned back in his seat with a wide stance that spread his thick thighs and exposed the impressive bulge that his package made in his boxers. His cock head, half aroused, poked out of the front flap of his underwear as he lounged back.
Fantasies blossomed in my head as he scowled at me. I didn't notice his lips moving until he sat up. "Are you dumb or something, come on kid I am hungry." He complained with the inflection that said this wasn't the first time he had tried getting my attention. Trying not to draw attention I was looking at his cock as it slipped farther out of his boxer I placed the pizzas to the table and slipped them out the bag.
As I pulled a pen from my pocket to get his signature on the receipt he took a slice of pizza from the box. Putting down his beer he ate with one hand and signed with the other. When he was done I pocketed the receipt and thought about leaving. I really should have, but my libido and greed hoping for something more told me not to.
I decided to stop beating around the bush. Taking a seat, I grabbed a beer from the six-pack. He gave me an annoyed look and opened his mouth to say something as he reached for another slice. I stopped him by saying "You know your cock is slipping out."
His brows furrowed, and he searched for something to say. Deciding on something he grasped the front of his boxers "Well, if you're looking I guess you want it kid." He teased. He was beginning to slur his words just a bit.
Pete was right of course. Not only did he look to blessed in the places I liked he was everything I wanted since I was horny teenager. I had indulged myself more than a few times at the occasional visit to a gay bar. Though there was something taboo about doing it with a customer I had just delivered pizza to. Drinking the beer for a little more courage I leaned forward and nodded. "Yeah, how about it Pete? Ever fuck a pizza boy before?" I asked as my stomach warmed with the beer.
Showing his teeth in a big hungry smile Pete leaned back in his seat and began working his underwear down. "No, but I'd fuck you stupid boy." He promised, it probably sounded better in his head. Pete was fumbling with the elastic of his boxers. Deciding to help I got down off my seat. "That's it." He groaned pushing his hips forward more. Raising his beer Pete poured the last of his drink down over his cock. Drenching his groin with it. The thick shaft jumped when the cold liquid hit it and made it grew fully hard. His fat pink head poked out from the foreskin. It glistened with beer as it drooled a long dribble of pre.
Before I could lean in to get a taste of his cock Pete grasped it behind the base and smacked it on my muzzle. Nothing too hard, but he left a trail of pre and beer where he smacked. "That's it bear boy. You want my cock huh?" He taunted and laid a hand on the back of my head. When I only opened my mouth in answer he pushed his cock in. A low curse slipped from his lips as I pressed deeper.
As I gripped his thighs he knitted his fingers in my short hair. While it hadn't been that long since I had a good fuck, I wanted this as bad as him. Maybe worse. Slipping his cock past my lips I used my tongue to tease over the underside of his cock. The thick member pulsed in my mouth and Pete's fingers tightened in my hair as I let his fat head pushed down my throat.
For a moment I didn't go down any further as I just gripped his thick thighs tighter. Focusing hard I let my throat adjust to his size, so I wouldn't choke on it before I pushed down further. Pushing my nose as deep as I could into his groin I stayed put for a while and just looked up at him. With him leaning back in his seat I was able to see past his belly to his face.
Looking down at me with eyes that wanted much more he gripped my hair in a tighter hold. "Going to fuck you hard boy, haven't had a bitch like you in a while." He growled. In response I only pushed forward, getting just a smidge more of his cock past my lips. "Fuck." he forced out as he cracked open another beer. Taking a long drink of the beer he laid it back down and grabbed my head with both hands.
My lungs were starting to scream at me pull up and Pete was happy to let me. Pulling his hips back at the same time he let me up. I got one deep breath before Pete forced me back down. Keeping me pressed down to his groin Pete ground his hips up against my face, rocking himself back and forth. When he got enough of that he pulled my head back so I was looking at him before pulling his hips back. Sitting down meant he only could pull his hips so far back before he slammed them back forward. The seat underneath him rocked and scooted as he humped my face.
Wanting more Pete sat up out of his seat and towered over me. Pulling one hand off my head he reached for his beer again and let me do some of the work too as he drank. His big nuts smacked against my chin as we picked up the pace. "You got a good mouth, if your ass is any good I think we'll get to know each other a lot more." He promised.
Smiling around his cock I let out a low groan at the challenge. Grabbing hold of his ass I pulled him forward. Sinking every last inch of his thick cock down my throat I kept him as deep as I could manage. Tightening my throat around his cock and sucking with everything I had. Pulling back slowly I twisted my tongue around as much of his cock as I could before swallowing it back down quickly.
Breathing heavily Pete took his hand off my head to balance himself on the table I pulled all the way back and grasped his cock by the base. Tapping his cock a few times on my tongue I looked up into his face as he panted. "My ass is better sir!" I groan with a sarcastic lift of my voice before slipping back down the length.
Slick from playing with his cock I used my hands to massage and pull at his big balls while I pumped my head up and down his cock. "Damn right, call me sir boy." Pete groaned when he had the presence of mind to do so. He sounded like he was straight out of a porno flick and I loved it. His enthusiasm got me moving faster and twisting my head as I bobbed up and down.
Long before either of use wanted it Pete was grabbing my head again as his cock pulsed. Holding me down in his lap again he quickly slapped at my hands to get them off his balls as he reached his climax. Legs stiffening as he rose up on his toe tips Pete doubled over and grunted as he started to cum. The sounds and half mutters that passed Pete's lips as he finished down my gullet got me aching to get out of my pants.
When he was finished I let his cock grow soft in my mouth. "You'll have to wait a few minutes if you want another round boy." he promised scratching at the shadow of a beard he was cultivating. I sucked a little more before pulling off his member.
"I can handle that, how about we move to the bedroom or couch?" I asked standing up to my feet. Grunting as my legs protested the fact I had been on them so long, it's why I prefer being on my back.
"I got a den downstairs, pick up the pizzas and follow me down." He offered and didn't wait for me to accept before heading for the door at the back of the kitchen.
Waiting for him to start down the stairs I rubbed my sore jaw as I crouched down to grab his discarded underwear. "Got a fucking monster in your pants man." I grumbled to myself as I shoved the underwear as deep as I could in my pocket before going to the fridge for another six-pack. Placing it and the remaining beers of the other six-pack on the pizzas I headed downstairs.
Stepping into the basement I took a left through the open door and found myself in a room in that guy hoped their man cave would look like. A comfy sectional couch took up a whole corner of the room with an end table on either side. Not too far away a full bar and stools was set up. Instead of a TV a large projector shot video right onto the wall. It. was. Paradise.
Having taken off his robe Pete was sprawled out on the couch, arms along the back as he watched the same reruns that had been showing upstairs. "Mind if I get a little more comfortable?" I asked placing the pizza on the end table closest to the door.
Giving a shrug he nodded towards the pizza. "Sure, kid toss me a beer. Any chance you know how to mix a drink?" He wondered as I tossed him a beer.
"Depends, if it's more than three ingredients Nah." I admitted as I stepped out of my pants and shirt.
With a wolf whistle Pete cracked open his beer. "Didn't strike you for the type to get fancy panties boy." He said before he guzzled down his drink.
With a snort I pulled at the waistband of my thong. The thin fabric was stretched by my half hard cock "It feels good and doesn't take up much space in the drawers." I told him as I hooked a finger to the bar "If you ask nicely I'll let you fuck me while I wear them. Now what you want to drink."
"Get me a whiskey with only a little ice and boy don't keep teasing me. I'll wear your ass out if you aren't careful." He promised. His voice pitched low in a husky growl as I walked over to the bar. I might have put a little more shake in my walk and bent over a little farther than needed to mix his drink.
Mixing myself a rum and coke I walked back over to Pete and offered him his drink. Taking it gingerly he sank back in his seat as his cock stirred. As he began to sip I asked, "Ever had your pits cleaned sir?" I said, dropping a bit of the snark. Not pausing to stop his sip he lifted his arms behind his head and I slipped in the seat beside him.
Older and sure of himself Pete pressed all the right buttons. He made me want to explore every inch of his body. Reaching past Pete, I put down my drink before I pushed my face into his pit. His arm closed over my head, leaving his hand on my ass. He gave it idle squeezes as I licked over his pit.
The scent of sweat and musk wasn't overpowering but was enough to make me want more. Combining with the beer and sexual thrill I was getting the scent left me light-headed. Getting so much into cleaning his pits I began grind myself against him.
"That's it boy, keep licking you're doing a good job." Pete told me as he twirled his fingers in my thong before pulling away and letting it snap back. The fabric snapping back caused me to jump and whine. "Oh, don't complain, you love it." He teased before grabbing my ass hard and giving it another spank. When that got me squirming in my seat he laughed.
By the time he let me up I was panting and leaking through my thong. Panting I watched as he moved my rum and coke from one had to the other. "Come on kid you got another one before you get your prize." Drunk on the machismo and bravado that dripped from him I didn't even bring up the drink as I crawled across his lap to get to his other pit. Earning another swat on the ass for my efforts.
As I went about working on his other pit Pete brought one of the ice cubes that had been in his drink to my right nipple. Just as before he closed his arm around my head to keep me from squirming away as he held the ice to one nipple until it was hard and moved to the other. Much like the ice I melted under Pete's torture. I even stopped licking and just moaned until he pulled the ice away. The ice clinked back in his glass and with his hand now free he set about continuing with the torture by pulling on my nipples. "Go on get back to cleaning boy, you're not quite done yet." He urged me on as gave my hard nipples a soft yank before rolling the nub between his thumb and forefinger.
It was hard to focus as he alternated between one nipple and the other. When I stopped licking he either slap my ass again while pulling on my nipples or put ice on them again to get them hard.
Just as I was sure I'd pass out from all the teasing Pete let me up and gave me the cockiest grin he could manage. Panting I just closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder. "No resting yet kid, still got a few loads to pump in your guts." a cruel laugh coloring his words. Grabbing my hips Pete shifted me into his lap and hooked his thumb into my underwear. "I hope you don't mind being sore in the morning." He said as he pulled at my cheeks with one hand and positioned his cock at my hole.
I couldn't think of anything more important than getting fucked and pressed back into his lap. Earning a grunt from Pete as his slick cockhead hot dogged my ass. Grabbing my hips in a death grip he ground himself up between my cheeks a few times before pulling me up and getting his cock right where he wanted him.
Discomfort verging on pain at got me sitting straight up as Pete started pushing himself in. Looking Pete in the face I watched as he held his grin while I sank down on his shaft. "Come on boy, open up for me. You can take it." He promised me as his head stretched my ring. A moment later my mouth opened in a whimpering moan as he broke the seal and sank in his fat head in my ass. It was far from my first time, but with no prep all I could do was grin and bear it.
So, I did and let him push me down on his cock. "That's it." He assured me as he slipped more of his too big cock inside of me. Spreading my legs to ease some of the discomfort I whined more until I sat in his lap. Showing mercy Pete held me in his lap before leaning in and latching onto my chest.
Sucking and nibbling on the nipple he spent so long playing with me. Making me squirm on his cock. Pete must have expected it as his grip became firmer and kept me from moving too much. Holding me in place Pete pulled himself back two inches before thrusting up into me. He did it repeatedly while moving between my nipples.
"Oh god." I pleaded to the world as I grabbed hold of his shoulders. In answer Pete pulled me up and forced me back down. My hole tightened around his cock and my legs began to kick as I was pushed into ecstasy. Having none of it Pete only grew more intense as I reached orgasm. He thrusted hard and bounced me higher on his lap.
My cock strained inside the cloth confines of my thong as it jumped and began to shoot. I didn't come nearly as much as Pete had, but with the cloth pressed so tight to my cock head I drenched it and began leaking through it. Most of it leaking on Pete's stomach as he fucked me.
In the time it took me to orgasm and come back down into my afterglow Pete had stop toying with my chest and held me up enough to allow him to thrust in and out of me. Each slam up into me left the couch creaking underneath Pete as his hips and balls smacked audibly against my ass.
Ducking my head, I let the soft moans and grunts escape me while Pete fucked me hard. His face scrunched up in concentration as his thrust became sporadic with his nearing orgasm. "Come on." He growled under his breath as neared his orgasm. My afterglow fading as I he kept up the rapid pace.
With a few last hard thrust Pete shifted his grip to my waist and pulled me down on his lap. Pete's cock jumped in me a few times before it unloaded inside of me. "Oh god kid." Pete groaned with a satisfied exhaustion coloring his words as he slumped in his seat. His hand lazily held me in his lap as his cum filled my guts. It wasn't long before I was squirming from the feeling of his load pushed my limits of what I could comfortably hold.
Giving one last pump of his hips Pete's load sputtered out and I slumped forward. Between a long work day, mind-blowing sex, and being filled up with more cum than I thought possible the last thing I wanted to do was move. Pete had a similar idea and wrapped an arm around me to keep me pinned to his chest. "Don't go leaking on my couch kid, I don't like getting them cleaned." He grouched. I gave him a grunt in response.
For a few minutes we just laid on the couch, sweaty bodies laying against one another while Pete drank and watched tv. True to his word though when his cock got soften enough that it couldn't plug me up anymore Pete stood us both up. "Looks like you are leaking a bit too much kid" He said and pulled my thong back up. It didn't do much to keep my ass from leaking, but Pete didn't seem to care.
"I got a shower, leave the den and hang a left. Go and get cleaned up. I'll join you in a bit." He ordered with a pinch to my rear before shooing me off with a stinging smack to the ass. With my thighs growing sticky I was more than happy to slip into a warm shower. Taking my thong off before pulling back the sliding door I slipped into the shower.
Pete wasn't far behind me and with a beer in hand he squeezed into the shower. We moved around a bit trying to find a comfortable position until he laid a hand on my shoulder. "Get on your knees boy, we'll both have a little fun and get clean." He said and when I wasn't quick enough he gave me a little helpful shove to my knees before closing the door.
Spent as I was I still had a bit of energy in me to have fun. I leaned in and grabbed those fat nuts. Even after pumping what had to be a few gallons of cum in my guts they didn't look to get any smaller. Which meant I could only fit one in my mouth. I had to switch between sucking a licking them one at a time. Pete didn't seem to mind though. I loved the feeling of his fat balls rolling across my tongue and the sounds Pete made above me. If they hadn't been enough his cock growing hard against and pressing against my face would have been proof enough he was enjoying it
"Come on kid, I still got a lot to give you." He promised before opening the door and throwing his empty beer can out. Closing it back quickly to keep the warm air in Pete reached down and grabbed me by the back of the neck as he slapped his cock against my face. Even though he couldn't see me past his belly, and I couldn't see him, he rubbed his cock across my face. Smearing pre on my cheeks and lips. "Tell me you want it boy." He growled and slapped my cheek with it.
Letting out a low groan I grabbed hold of his thighs and moaned out. "Please, come on Pete. Stop teasing" I begged and got a smack from his cock for my efforts.
"Mhmm call me sir. No, call me daddy boy. You seem the type to want your dad's fat cock in his mouth. Just like my boy when he comes home from college." He groaned, and my cock jumped to full hardness at that. If you couldn't tell I was a bit of a pervert and that idea got me going. My own dad was built close to Pete and had fueled more than a few fantasies of mine as a teenager.
I just opened my mouth and begged while I rubbed his thighs. "Please Daddy, choke me on that fat cock and pump me full of cum again." I moaned. Okay, maybe more than a little perverted. Pete seemed to love it though and shoved his cock down my throat. Having only a little room to move in the shower he held firmly to my head as he pumped his hips.
"Fuck boy, I am sure your old man would love to hear that." Pete teased as his spit slick balls bounced of my chin. My face grew hot with embarrassment at that thought as I whined. "Yeah, I am sure he would." Pete went on as he gave me my wish of by choking me on his cock.
Just like in the kitchen Pete used my face like a fuck sleeve. Though this time I didn't have enough room to do much of anything. He had full control and abused it. He didn't stop as I choked and sputtered on his cock.
Hell, he started to enjoy it after a while. Holding me down in his lap he'd keep me there for a while until I squeezed his legs and started to squirm. Giving me a few seconds more to squirm on his cock he'd pull off. Leaving his cock and my face covered in a mixture of throat slime and pre. When he let up he'd only give me enough to time take one deep breath before forcing his cock back down my throat. Pushing me past what I could easily handle, and I loved it.
As he got closer to his orgasm he pulled less and less of his cock out until he was only bobbing my head up and down a few inches. I sucked down what little air I could before he held me down and came again. His cock blasted cum down my throat and damn near drowned me in it. Cum shot out from around his cock and through my nose as I screwed my eyes shut, trying to hang on. My lung screamed for air as I drank more of his load. Moving my hands to my belly I felt it swell with his seed until I was sure it'd burst.
When his third orgasm of the night ended Pete pulled all but the fat head of his cock out. "Got a little more for you kid." He told me before clamping a hand around my snout. I knew what was coming and whimpered before his cock spasmed again. Giving a taste of his second-hand beer Pete sighed and leaned down, placing his stomach right on my face. "Don't waste a drop kid." He said and squeezed my maw more as I drank his potent piss.
The taste was foul, and yet I drank it down while my cock stayed hard. Much like any other sexual experience it wasn't my first time being an older man's urinal. Luckily, I had enough control not to spit the piss back up like my first time. I wouldn't have called myself skilled though as the stream overpowered me and I dribbled out the sides of my cheeks. "Missed a few drops kid." Pete said and thrust down in my mouth. Choking me again on his cock he didn't give me choice but to drink his piss as he dumped it right down my gullet.
When he did pull me off his cock I was choking and sputtering. "That's for stealing my underwear kid." He said before pulling open the door and stepping out. "For tonight I think we're done. Though I want your number before you leave kid, hard to find a cumdump as enthusiastic as you."
Kneeling in the now cold shower stream I recomposed myself before standing up. Moving slowly as my belly sloshed with the combination of piss and cum I washed myself quickly.
Getting dry as I could with a towel hanging on the door I left the bathroom and found Pete in his man cave watching television again. Giving me a smile, he waved me over and we exchanged numbers. "I'll be calling you soon kid." He promised "my boy doesn't get back from college for a few months now." I could only give him a nod as I slipped back into my pants. My work shirt didn't even fit over my belly after the loads his pumped into me.
Having got more than just a tip I left Pete's home happy as a clam and headed back home. Where I collapsed into my bed and slept for a while.