Pizza Delivery

Day four came, and of course I tried to order another helping of sausage and meatball sub. Dave actually answered the phone and said “Hey Rich” then said “why don’t you come down here around 8:30 or so, we close at 9 but it’s usually pretty deserted after 8, I’m usually just cleaning up and getting ready for the morning crew, and I can make you that special desert I told you about”. I said “sounds great, I’ll be by about 8:30 then”.

When I arrived, I saw the place was kind of small with only 3 small tables in front, looking back over the counter, I could see the kitchen is huge, I saw Dave with a mop, he said, they indeed were slow, so he sent the cook home. He was just finishing up and would be out with dinner for 2 in a few, it wasn’t quite ready yet. He brought me a couple of beers and some cheese and crackers. He soon emerged with a beautiful chicken breast and pasta dish, salad and bread. He turned off the open sign, locked the front door and he drew the drapes closed on the front window. We sat and talked as we ate that delicious dinner, I asked if he prepared it or his cook, he said he was insulted now, it was all him. After all he was going to be running this place one day. I apologized as we were finishing up he offered me more and I said no I’d better save room for this desert you told me about. He said boy you’re in for a treat.

I helped him clearing the table, took it into the kitchen, while he took a round angel food cake out of the walk-in fridge. I stood next to him as he began to prepare it, he took it from the cake pan, it was round with the big hole in the center, he put it on a plate, took a container of strawberries out and got a old fashioned aluminum whip cream can with a Co2 cartridge, filled it with heavy cream, added sugar and a touch of vanilla, screwed the top on tight attached the Co2 cartridge to the side, handed it to me as he took the cake and berries and said “follow me” we went upstairs where we put everything on the table and he asked me if I knew what the hole in the center of the angel food cake was for, I answered “no, what”? He pulled down his sweats and placed it on his dick and spun it, suddenly he seemed to be regressing to his high school humor, with some disappointment on my part, I giggled in amusement but, he sensed my mood and his joke so he went back to preparing desert. He cut a piece and covered it with the freshly made home made whipped cream, covered it with spoonfuls of strawberries gave me a plate and we sat on the couch eating away, he asked if I liked it, I answered yes it was good but not a good as Ralph’s special sauce. After all it was just cake, whip cream and strawberries. He reached back to the table and got the whipped cream dispenser and strawberries and said hum there’s an awful lot of this left, it would be a shame to waste it. Off came his sweats again as he sprayed his dick and balls with the whipped cream and strawberries. I replied “Now there’s a desert!” So I cleaned him off, as I licked and tongued off his soft bushy bush hair then worked my way to the wrinkled scrotum sack, being certain to get every last fold cleaned of the sweet cream, I went up and down each side of his extra hardened cock shaft, making sure to work around the head extra long, to his moans of satisfying ecstasy. Until the only remaining cream left sat atop the head like a Santa cap, where I slowly ever so slowly inched my tongue through the sweet and creamy fluff until I could distinctly taste the different salty ooze of either pre cum or a low leak of cum, as Dave was obviously trying to keep from exploding. I then let him reciprocate by stripping down myself and he filled my dick with the white sweet cream, and proceeded with the most pleasurable sucking clean, and then we repeated.

Next he sat me on the couch and lifted my legs and filled my crack with that cream. He then went to town cleaning it out with his tongue spreading my cheeks, and refilling the crack, only this time, easing the tip slightly into my hole, letting a very small but feel able stream into my hole, I could tell he was careful not to let too much in. “Oh god” I exclaimed, the cream lubricated me too well as he darted his tongue into my hole, he then lathered some cream on his cock and asked me if he could, and I said “absolutely but you’d better be fast because I was about to cum just thinking about it”, especially after just getting a whip cream blow job. He fucked me royally adding squirts of whipped cream as lube as we went, he suddenly released his load deep inside me with a last plunging push, that seemed to go further in than the length of his dick, and the sporadic cum squirts released as he fell exhausted into my stomach. He was slow to move as I felt my rectum slowly trying to return to normal, he moved back down to my ass cleaning the remaining cream from my ass, as well as the now leaking salty cum he recently left behind that my ass was beginning to release, mixing tastily into the cream. We switched places and I tried to replicate every move he preformed on me, with the same results, we both rested satisfied, this time I spent the night with him. The next morning I dropped him at school and proceeded to my office.

The next night we had dinner in my room again, I told him I’d be headed back home tomorrow, and told him I was going to miss him and these dinner meetings. He said we should Skype each other till you come back again, we exchanged numbers and I agreed, and we decided Thursday nights would be a regular weekly Skype date. Now I just had to figure out how to make excuses to get back to this small back woods town in Kansas sometime soon.

I returned home, reported back to the home office, dropped some hints that I’d like to head back to follow up on some issues, they agreed in principle and said we’ll play it by ear.

I anxiously awaited our first Thursday night, I rushed home and prepared and woofed down a quick supper. Logged in dialed into Our Skype account and waited for Dave to join, promptly at 9 he joined. We joked and laughed and then he teased me with a sexy strip show, that I reciprocated him with. This went on for a few weeks, then one night he began his session down in the kitchen, wearing only an apron, Christ it was hot. His naked ass, dancing with a mop, or cooking at the stove, one day he was using the spray at the sink and the laptop actually fell in. We did mutual jerk offs, asshole fingering, and food sex, but nothing could ever replace the real thing. Boy did I miss that ass, come to think of it that dick too.

Finally after 4 months I got the call to return to the Kansas branch, I immediately called dave and told him, he sounded so excited, to be able to reconnect again. I contacted the Kansas branch manager Bob, and told him I’d be out next week, he replied that he hoped everything is ok and he’s seen no one from home office in 3 years and now it’s twice in the same year. I assured him it’s nothing, and I really like your area over any other branches that I’ve had to visit.

I recorded several of our Skypes, and used them whenever I needed to relieve myself, I told him, and he said oddly, he also did the same. We were both overly anxious to meet up again, and neither of us could wait.

Stay tuned for part 3 where I get to meet up with Dave once more.