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When my father and mother divorced, my mother had to find a job of some kind to make ends meet. I was too young at the age of nine to work for a living, so when she took a job working during the day at an Italian restaurant, starting at eleven o'clock in the morning and going until eight o'clock at night (sometimes longer), the problem was what to do about me during that time. I swore I could stay in the apartment by myself, but Mom wouldn't hear of it, and neither would Mr. Abococino, the owner of the place, so with his permission, I would come to his restaurant after school and could sit in one of his booths and use the time to work on my homework or play on my Gameboy or such until Mom finished with her shift. The nice thing about this deal was that I got my dinners free in the form of a pizza and free refills of soda while I was sitting in the booth. It wasn't all that bad, the other kids from school would come by and we would visit and talk a while they drank sodas after school or ate a slice of pizza (Mr. Abococino sold pizza by the slice for the lunch crowd and kept it up for the after-school crowd). He was a nice guy and none of us was inclined to give him a problem.
But after the guys left, it was pretty quiet for me, and I took to people-watching, you saw a lot about the people who drop in for a meal before a movie for a pizza or picking up a pizza and so on. The tables have these long white cloths on them and the atmosphere after sundown is posh enough to let a budget-conscious man give his date a nice night out. Mr. Abococino had quietly romantic Italian violin music playing and while pizza might not seem romantic, you can eat it with a knife and fork if you want to.
One man had me watching him carefully, seated at the table next to mine, facing me. I was watching him waiting for someone, presumably his girlfriend, to arrive, with a small black box in his hand, looking at its contents, obviously an engagement ring. He was a handsome man in his mid-twenties, with pale blond hair, blue eyes, a clean, honest, earnest face, wearing what looked like a rented tuxedo, probably bound for an opera performance about three blocks away, nervous as he could be.
He had been in the place before with his date, and his normal garb was the simple plain clothing of a blue-collar worker, and more than once he had come in soiled with the work he had done that day, weary and picking up a pizza for his evening meal. He cleaned up for his dates with the woman he was waiting for, and her I wasn't as impressed by, he spent a lot of his time and money on her, but she seemed to me to want more than just a good man who worked hard for her lifetime lover, and certainly a man who could take her to better places than Abococino's Pizza.
I kept one eye on a table not far away, a man who had arrived not long before, he wore a fine Italian suit and had his nose firmly raised in the air. He had one eye on the blond-haired guy, and his gaze was that of condescending amusement. I didn't like it, not one bit. I sensed drama in the air.
It arrived in the form of the blond guy's girlfriend who was dressed up like dynamite, her hair done up professionally, a dress that was absolutely gorgeous. She walked in and loudly said, "Darling!" She must have been wearing flats instead of high heels for she dashed toward the blond guy, and he stood up awkwardly, rather caught off-guard by this rather over-the-top entrance she was making but pleased, too. After all, she looked beautiful beyond words and everyone was staring at her. His girl, his beautiful girl.
He was standing and had his arms up but she veered off at the last moment and went into the arms of the Italian-suit guy and they kissed dramatically. The pizza place was about two-thirds full and the crowd all got an eye-full of what had happened. The blond guy had been publicly dumped by his girlfriend, right at the point when he was going to propose to her. Cold, man, real cold!
The blond guy was dumb-struck, and just stood there with his mouth open as the Italian suit guy whisked her away and they walked out of the restaurant together, leaving him alone, dressed up in his suit, an engagement ring in his pocket, not knowing what to do.
Mr. Abococino did serve wine at his restaurant and brought him out a decanter "on the house" and persuaded him to sit down again, and the man did, his face contorted and wanting to cry. I felt so bad for the guy and wished there were something I could do for him. He was drinking the wine and feeling so bad. He worked so hard and probably had spent his last dime on that ring.
Men do so much for women trying for what? Just to get them to go to bed with them and let them have sex, right? That's all it is really about, when you get right down to it. Everything else can be gotten just as easily anywhere else. You can hire someone to come in and clean your house and do your dishes and clothes for less than a wife costs you, you can buy food at places like this pizza place for less than you can get a woman to cook your meals, you can even, if you want a son that bad, hire a woman to have a boy child for you and not have to go through all the crap you go through with the dates and the gifts and the hassle and for what, she dumps you after all that trouble for some other guy, leaving you with your dick waving in the wind.
I bet that guy had planned to get his nuts drained tonight, spending that much money. He was going to have a bad case of blue balls from all this, on top of all his troubles. Well...not if I could do something about it.
I looked around and nobody else was looking any more. The blond guy was still sitting where he was, kind of slouched back in his chair, his bottom half under the table. From time to time, he reached down and fondled himself. Yeah, he had figured on some hot sex out of this. And why not, if he was going to marry her? The old hand isn't much compensation after you've spent a few hundred or even thousand on a small rock on a ring only to strike out.
I slid down and crept the short distance to blond guy's table and lifted the table cloth stealthily, got underneath. Mr. Abococino's tables are proper four-leg tables, not those little one-leg stools you so often see, these you could stand on if you had to. Blond guy's legs were spread out pretty wide, he was getting pretty drunk on the wine, Mr. Abococino made his own brew, I think. Men had gotten drunk at his place more than once, that decanter was intended for a table of four, not one man. Maybe Mr. Abococino intended to let the blond guy get drunk, help him get over it.
I got up in between his legs and was just able to sit back on my legs under the table and crouching over the man's lower legs there. I felt his crotch, yep, there was definitely a hard cock inside it, I could feel the thick prod, the guy must be wearing boxers for there wasn't any resistance to my handling of the plump organ. He didn't seem to react, maybe he was falling asleep in his chair.
I pursued my advantage, and reached up to unzip him. Above that was a clasp instead of a snap or even a belt, so it was easy to undo. I undid it and to my delight, I found he had opted to go commando, what I found was some blond pubic hairs as pale as the ones on top of his head (I had wondered a little about that) and his cock sprang out so fast it slapped me in the face.
Wow, this guy was hung! I had facing me/poking me in the eye a dong that was nearly ten inches long, uncut and dripping with precome, it smeared my eyelid with the gooey liquid and I moved my head over to get away from it and the gray goo formed a silver strand that linked us together, cockhead to eyeball. I reached up and scraped it away as best I could and then gripped that pecker and lowered it down to let me feed it into my mouth.
I hadn't ever done this before though I had wanted to, and had read up on it and watched a lot of videos on it online on my iPhone while wearing my earbuds, I knew to use plenty of saliva on a cock to let it slide down your throat to get some depth when sucking a cock, so I got some depth on my first attempt, having worked up plenty of saliva beforehand, and I settled for the four inches or so I had managed and began to bob my head back and forth, milking out the rather tasty precome that the blond guy had so much of, it turned out.
As I did, I found a hand suddenly land on my head and a voice hissing out just above me, "What the hell are you doing down there?"
It was the blond guy, wondering who was sucking his cock. "I saw your girl dump you, dude!" I said in lieu of answering his question with the obvious answer. "I figured you could use a bit of comfort." I resumed my oral assault on his cock.
"And this was your answer?" He asked me.
"Mm-hmm," I didn't even let go for that reply.
"Hmmm!" he said and his head rose back up. He didn't say anything after that and he didn't stop me and I had free rein to continue to slurp away. I guess he agreed I had a good answer!
He remained slumped down for me, so I had a good hold on his pecker, and I was bobbing away when I heard Mr. Abococino say nearby, "You have finished your wine, Mr. Berfusconi?"
"Yes, thank you, it was a very good wine. I am feeling much better right now." My friend's voice was a bit strained.
"You seem a bit overcome right now, do you wish me to call you a cab to take you home?"
"Not just now, thank you very much. Can you bring me a medium pepperoni pizza, with a box, so I can take any leftovers home with me? Make it fresh for me, please."
"All my pizzas are made fresh upon order," Mr. Abococino was offended.
"I didn't mean to say they weren't, I'm sorry," Mr. Berfusconi said, his voice almost a groan. "I am feeling a bit tipsy, I am hoping the food will sober me up."
"But of course, I understand. Thank you." Mr. Abococino left.
"Uh-huh, uh, huhhhhhhhhh!" Mr.Berfusconi grunted softly to me. "God, he almost caught us. I'm loving your loving, kid, but this is not quite the place for this."
"Mm-mm-mmh!" I grunted out, letting him turn that into whatever he wanted.
"But it is so fucking hot, too!" he groaned. "Ahhhh, damn, this is just what I really needed! Ohhhhh, mannnnnnn! Suck me faster, I'm loving this. Wish that Gloria could see this, that fucking cunt! She didn't have to dump me in public like she did! Damn! Why does a woman do that to a man, anyway?"
"Mm-mm-mmh!" I grunted again.
"Ohhhhh, uhhhhh, mmmmm, ahhhhhh, uhhhhhh!" Mr. Berfusconi moaned. "I'm getting close, kid, about to blow! Can I come in your mouth, or do you want me to warn you so you can pull away?"
"Mm-mm-mmh!"
"Okay, kid, you asked for it," he said and I wondered which way he had taken it. Well, I was about to find out!
He was soft-voiced but passionate as he vented his final moans. "Ah-huh! Ah-huh! Ah-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh-huh-huh, huhuhuhuhuhuhuh, ahahahahahahahah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, hah-hah, ah-hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I guess I asked for it with that last set of grunts, because he grabbed my head and held me fast as he blew his wad into my mouth and throat, and it was a big load! Seven huge wads of hot creamy jizz jetted into my throat and I swallowed as best I could, not daring to gag because if I did I would choke to death, and somehow got them all down, and only tasted the last couple of them, finding out that I had missed the best part of them, for they were hot, creamy, sweet and salty and thick as the cream you get out of the best delicatessen creations, I felt vaguely cheated by what he had done.
I sucked on his prod to ferret out the last dregs of his jizz, and got a bit more that way and he was panting and again I heard Mr. Abococino above us asking, "Mr. Berfusconi, are you all right?"
"Ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah, yeah, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, yeah, yeah, I'm okay, just, just, I'm fine."
"You seem out of breath and are sweating."
"Yeah, I, I may be a bit overcome from the drink I had, will my pizza be much longer?"
"Only a few minutes. Please, rest, I will bring you some ice water and some bread."
"Thank you."
"Whew! Kid, this was great, but we can't keep meeting like this. Come on up here and introduce yourself, will you?"
I did, while he buckled and zipped himself back up and rose back up in his seat. He said his first name was Angelo and I told him my name was Gino Russo (I should have mentioned that I was Italian-American, huh?), and when I asked him why the blond hair, he said his parents were from Northern Italy. I said my mother was, as well, and that was her, the waitress over there. He asked where I lived and I told him and then the pizza arrived and he invited me to take a piece and we chatted away the next hour or so amiably.
The place got busy that night around eight o'clock and Mom had to work overtime and in the rush, Angelo and I slipped out to his car and he took off his jacket, sat back on the seat and I bent over from beside him and again unzipped his pants and pulled out that hefty cock. "Mmmmm!" I told him. "I could get really used to sucking on this pecker!"
"I could get really used to you sucking on it, too." he agreed with a grin.
I slid my lips over it and he sighed and rubbed my head gently. "You know, this was the way Gloria and I did it our first time. Her reaching over to play with my prick and then bending over, I was so glad to find a woman who knew what she wanted and just reached out and took it. A man needs someone who just takes what they want."
"Or a boy," I said briefly and dove back down.
"Yeah, or a boy," Angelo agreed.
The car was pretty soundproofed, the only noise I could hear was my mouth making liquid noises as I bobbed back and forth, sucking that luscious pecker for all I was worth. It was such a good, juicy dong. So thick and firm and rich and sweet tasting and this time, I was resolved to get every ounce of the hearty juice on my tongue so I could taste it, every morsel!
The lights of the pizza place were shining into the car, just giving me a golden glow to his face and upper body, he looked like an angel come down from the heavens, the beatific shine on his face as I sucked on him. Gloria was a fading memory to him, replaced by me, the joyful boy who loved to suck on his rod, and that was just the way I wanted it to be. I pictured endless days of him coming in to the pizza parlor to be serviced by me under the table, or out here in his car. Days and days of hot cock, endless loads of juicy jizz spraying into my mouth and feeding my endless appetite for male spooge. Maybe it was because my father had left me that I craved male company so much, but this man was all man and I could use him in my life right then, as much as he could use me. We needed each other.
Maybe he felt that, too, for he groaned and he reached over and I felt him fondling at my crotch and I understood and shifted so he could reach my crotch and I helped him unfasten my jeans and fish into them and find my dong and he began to pump on it as I sucked on him.
"Oh, crap a police car!" Angelo gasped and he ducked his head down, pushing me flatter into the car seat and lay on top of me. He probably wasn't that well hidden, but the police can't see that well at night despite their shining lights as they play into the vehicles if you hold still, and the lights passed on over. They were searching on the outsides of the cars, anyhow, for thieves, not the occupants.
Done, Angelo rose back up and said, "We should hurry up."
I nodded and sucked on him faster than before and he pumped on me with a speed I had never felt before. It was like his hand was a blur on my crotch, and I gasped and shuddered even as I tried to keep sucking him. I quivered in my joy and spewed my few small juices as I held his throbbing, pulsing pud in my mouth, and panted, and then resumed as best I could, still breathing hard.
He was up to the hot point even then, and I sucked only a little while and he gasped, "Oh, oh, oh, here it comes again, Gino!"
I was ready and this time all the six jets of warm spunk shot where I could taste them, swallowing that was a joy to do with Angelo panting and heaving and sighing and moaning, and he settled back and sighed and said, "Oh, man, I am so glad I found you, Gino, so glad, I have been so lonely lately."
"What about Gloria?" I asked him.
"Who?" Angelo grinned.
"Never mind." I smiled back.
We did the sex-in-the-car for a while, and Angelo sucked me as much as I sucked him in those times, but soon that ended. We were home on Mom's day off and I was watching TV when she answered the door. "Gino?" Mom called me.
"Yeah, Ma!"
"Come say hello to our new neighbor from apartment 204." That was just two doors down.
Mom was always meeting and making me meet the neighbors, so I lumbered over to the door to meet them. I stopped, stood stunned, looking at the figure in the doorway.
"Gino, this is Mr. Berfusconi, say hello to him," Mom prompted me.
"Call me Angelo," the man said, thrusting out his hand.
"Hello, Angelo," I said, dumbly shaking hands.
"Good to meet you, Gino, I hope we'll be good neighbors," the blond haired man said.
"I think we will," I agreed with a grin. "In fact, I'm positive."
THE END
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