Chapter 26
Pizza
Ordering pizza or takeout is not new because everyone in the world does it. In fact, did you know that over three billion pizzas are eaten per day around the world? Look it up if you are curious. But I am not talking about pizzas, I am talking about what comes with the pizza, like the extras that aren't advertised in any ad or advertisement. You won't even find it on the menu. Curious? I know I was when Tally called in the order and what actually arrived would be our little secret.
We were just sitting around the pool enjoying ourselves playing tag or a bit of pool basketball. When the doorbell rang, Tally and Bethany licked their lips, and so did Kenny and Zane. Tally said, "Dinner is here." Getting out of the pool and did not bother putting on a robe, just simply answered the door naked. I watched Bethany follow her in the same manner. At first, I thought the kid delivering the pizza was going to get a surprise when two beautiful naked women came to the door. I was curious to see his reaction. I got out of the pool with the rest of the boys and like them, we were all naked. Man, was he going to get a surprise I thought.
Tally opened the door as she leaned against it with Bethany on the other side. The boy smiled, carrying three large pizzas and two nondescript plastic bags. Tally took the pizzas and Bethany the plastic bags as she looks inside of them as the delivery boy looked like he was a hungry wolf looking at the two women. He was sporting an enormous tent in his pants. Tally said. "Hello Kyle, let's see three large pizzas with extra sauce, extra sauce, and cheese, and we wanted the pepperoni fresh not frozen."
He gave a smile to all of us. The fact we were all naked did not freak him out like I had thought it would. In fact, he stepped into the house and closed the door. Kenny and Zane gave Greg and me a silly grin. Kyle said. "Yes ma'am, the pepperoni is very fresh and as requested 'extra, sauce' and lots of cheese." Tally took her hand and undid his zipper, and stroked that very fresh pepperoni. Greg and I looked at each other not believing our eyes.
Kyle had dark brown hair and light blue eyes that made him unique because you could really see the blue in them. If I was to guess, he was seventeen or eighteen. With a body that girls would call eye candy because of how ripped, he was in the muscle department and tall dark, and handsome, being about six foot three. With a strong, chiseled face and body that could have been used as the statue of David by Michelangelo.
Bethany quickly introduced Kyle to Greg, and me and said. "Dinner is now served, boys." It was like a horror movie, but better. Kenny and Zane had him on the couch and barefoot in less than three seconds. While their mothers quickly removed his uniform shirt and his pants in less than a minute. Twenty seconds later he was standing in the middle of the living room naked before everyone noticed Greg and I were still standing and stunned and confused… on what the hell just happened. Seeing Kyle's penis inside Kenny's mouth, Zane tells him to save the sauce for him.
The sea of eyes looked at us as we gasped. Tally and Bethany giggled said. "Kyle has been our pizza delivery boy and our pool boy for years, as well as a member of the Garden Club." She reached into his discarded pants and found his wallet and his membership card. Letting us Greg and I see it; it was like a "no da" moment because he did not freak out seeing us all naked and let them literally rip his clothes off. He came forward as Zane and Kenny released him so he could come forward and shake our hands. Only to draw us into an embrace and kiss us very deeply. Told us it was not his first time when it came to being with a guy like us.
Greg moaned when he released him and licked his lips as his hands went straight to Kyle's very fresh and very large pepperoni and gave it several long strokes. It had to be at least nine or ten inches; it made Dads seem small in comparison as I watched Greg get on his knees and place Kyle's penis in his mouth to sample him while he stroked him with one hand. Yes, it was that big. I had never seen one that big before. Except on a porn tape or a playboy, thinking they had enlarged the man's penis on purpose. Now realizing how wrong I could have been after seeing Kyle's as the three boys take turns.
I wanted to groan inwardly. Realizing I had created a monster, and it was all my fault for taking an innocent boy like Greg and who was the bishop's son, and turned him into a sex demon. I am so going to hell, but at the moment I wanted to lick Kyle like an ice cream cone and make a meal out of him like they were doing. I mentioned I am not gay. More like on the edge of a knife wanting both male and female. I'd be right to say I wasn't selective about one sex or the other and I was happy being that way and I wasn't alone. I enjoyed kissing boys, even though I preferred girls more, but again I am not selective.
Kyle said he would like to shower first after the three boys have all had a snack. I stood there stunned because of what just happened and how big it was, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. The way the female wolves were circling around him after a shower was out of the question. Having their boys set the table while they bathed Kyle and satisfied their hunger.
I heard him say that he was looking forward to spending the night, but needed to be at work by nine to open the store. Tally said. "Not a problem. Greg and Eric needed to be at Stringham's at nine sharp as well." The door closed, having Bethany reminded me to call my grandmother before it got too late.
I looked at the clock, and it was almost eight now. I gave Greg a silly grin, and he said. "Your Grandma is going to go nuclear when you tell her what you are having for dinner."
I picked up the phone and dialed as the boys set the table. Zane dug into the bag and pulled out two half gallons of pizza sauce, and four bottles of chocolate sauce, and five cans of whipped cream. While Kyle rolled out a large rubber mat on the pool deck. It did not take a genius to know that not only was Kyle's dinner but dessert as well. Greg set the pizzas on the table and helped Zane with the plates and placed two six-packs of soda on the table, as well as filled the glasses with ice cubes from the freezer.
Grandma picked up the phone on the third ring; I waited for her to say hello then said. "Hi, Grandma, it's me, your very bad grandson."
She said. "Quiet, girls, it's your brother. Go into the living room and watch TV and get ready for bed, and don't give me any lip, or I will give you a licken." She said. "That is an understatement if I ever heard of one boy. Please tell me you are not having sex while you are talking to me."
I gave Greg a silly grin and said. "No, Grandma, we stopped to have dinner."
I knew I had her because she always asked what I was having to eat. She hates it when I have cold cereal or just a piece of fruit or a couple of pop tarts for breakfast because my mother is not the greatest cook in the world.
Grandma knows sometimes when she gets lazy, we sometimes have breakfast for dinner, or always Mac and Cheese or Spaghetti, in which the meat is always burnt and very greasy, or every once in a while she does pork chops or steak that is more like shoe leather when chewed, always filling the house up with smoke. Sometimes she fixes me and her liver and onions for a special treat when it's just us at home. No one else in my family likes it but me and her. Because she is a terrible cook, I usually did most of the cooking, mostly so I wouldn't spend all night on the toilet.
Greg whispered. "Tell her," listening in on my conversation.
I said. "Actually, Grandma, we were having pizza,"
Greg rolled his eyes and said. "Mrs. S he's having the pizza guy for dinner." I counted to ten on my fingers, waiting for the nuclear meltdown.
She said. "Is that Greg I hear? And he said you are having the pizza guy for dinner?"
Greg started the countdown from ten the second I said yes. "Yes, that was Greg and yes it seems we are having the pizza guy for dinner." We both waited for it to click into place before she connected the dots.
She did not scream; she laughed. Telling me and Greg to have fun, more fun than she is having with my sisters, and telling us how hard it is to get them into a bathtub, said. "Aaron and you never had that problem. The mere idea of Susan and Becky in the same tub freaks them out. Telling me they are not gay like you and Greg are. It doesn't matter how many times I tell them you prefer girls over guys, but I like a little variety every once in a while. They still say you're both gay."
She sighed, spinning into a story about her and my grandfather. When a big jar of honey fell on him and covered him from his head all the way down his bare chest and some of his toes. Now there was an image I could see clearly as I looked at Greg. I knew he tasted divine in chocolate, whipped cream, and honey, even better since he, like me stayed perfectly groomed. It also said that my grandfather went shirtless a lot, and barefoot. Unlike my father, who considers it an immoral sin, if we boy or any boy or grown man decided to.
I could hear her smacking her lips over the phone, she said. "He tasted divine and until she got his chest hairs in her mouth."
I gagged and said. "You could have shaved him, Grandma and reapplied it."
She laughed and said. "I did not think about it at the time." She sighed. "All these years and I never thought of shaving your grandfather until I noticed Greg and you did not have a single hair on you or his Dad. Now I just think about it and sorry I never dare try it. Thanks for calling me son and I'll leave you two boys to your unique taste."
Susan said. "Yew, gross, you wanted to lick Grandpa because he was covered in honey. Yew, my Dad would never in a million years let my mother do that. Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit."
Grandma laughed. "Don't knock it until you have tried it, dear," Grandma asked. "Are you really going to cover the delivery boy in pizza sauce?" She said it for Susan and Becky's benefit.
And I said. "That and have him for dessert."
Grandma repeated it to my sisters, hearing them both say. "Gross" and "That's got to be illegal. Now we can add kidnapping and torture to their crimes."
Grandma said. "I think the pizza boy is more than looking forward to it girls, I have a feeling they ordered him special."
Susan said. "It was still disgusting and so very wrong in so many ways."
I told Grandma that Greg and I needed to go because our dinner was getting "cold." She said she loved us both. And Greg and I said we loved her too.
He was much like her grandson as I was. She adopted him and my Rothwell brothers. In fact, she always said that. Any of my foster brothers were my brothers, and the same went for my foster sisters. Blood relation had nothing to do with it, too bad my father never saw it that way, to him. They were all immoral freaks. I hung up the phone and pulled Greg in for a kiss as everyone took a seat at the table.
It felt normal seeing everyone naked around the table. It felt like family as we all held hands and Greg said the prayer, blessing our food. Giving me a silly grin and saying. "May God bless us with a fine "snack" and lots of mind-blowing sex."
I only hoped God had a sense of humor. Something said he did, and I grinned at Kyle as I sat next to him and accidentally slid my plate off the table onto his lap. He leaned back in his chair, so I got a small sample as I cleaned up the pizza and the sauce that had fallen down his stomach and onto his crotch.
He wasn't quite hard yet as I took my time retrieving my pizza and the sauce. I couldn't believe how horny I was. He smiled at me as I had his penis in my mouth, taking a small sample before I got back up slowly with only an empty plate. No one said anything, as if it was normal and it was because he was our dinner and our dessert. I wasn't sure if you would call it a paid service like paying for a prostitute, but the benefits package of being in the Garden Club was getting better all the time. Having the girls each give us boys two horny pills with our vitamins and our other necessary pills.
Bethany gathered up our plates as Tally grabbed four large pastry brushes as Zane and Kenny led Kyle out to the rubber mat. Only to have Greg and I lay down in spider position instead of Kyle. Having him bring us each to a hard state orally before putting on an open condom. We were more than fine with it because we both enjoyed becoming part of the meal and; besides, we were their guests.
Tally opened one of the containers of pizza sauce and dipped the pastry brush inside, and started to apply it to Greg's chest first and only on one side. Kenny took the other pastry brush and started to apply the chocolate to the other side of Greg's chest, leaving a long strip of nothing but bare skin separating the two flavors. Zane and Tally did the same to me as they worked painting us both in pizza sauce and chocolate all the way down to our feet and toes and the souls of our feet.
Leaving nothing untouched except for our faces and hair. Having Tally remove my glasses and place them on the kitchen counter for safekeeping and having Kyle place pool pillows under our heads to make us more comfortable as well as keeping both Greg and me in a hard state. But not to go any further than to the brink before they painted our penises in chocolate.
Tally and Bethany applied the whip-cream on the chocolate side and took fresh-cut pepperoni and mozzarella cheese and sprinkled it on the pizza sauce side of our two bodies
The last of the touches went to our penises as we felt the melting chocolate and whip-cream melt between our legs. When we were completely covered to their satisfaction, it was like five hungry wolves devouring their meal. All of them shared us and worked around us as they licked us like an ice cream cone, constantly sharing our penises one at a time.
We moaned and giggled as they tortured us to ensure pleasure. Our only job was to lie there until we both fully climaxed as they took turns sharing our nectar until almost everything was licked off us. When that happened, we quickly jumped into the pool and cleaned off the rest of us as it became Zane and Kenny's turn to become our next meal.
Finally, it was the girls' turn after we all had some of Kyle, and when that happened, Zane and Kenny were told to take a quick shower and go to bed. The phone rang. Kenny answered it and said it was for his mother. I looked at the time and it was almost 10 p.m. I wondered who would call this late.
I heard Bethany yell. "You got to be kidding me. It's our day off. We have already worked twelve-hour shifts since Sunday night. Yes, I know it's an emergency, or wouldn't be asking. Fine will come in, but we want something in exchange. We want Saturday off and I mean the entire day and the night like we should have had today.
"I don't care if it is the busiest day of the week or the fact we had last Saturday off. We have two boys of our own and they come first not you. I know we can always quit and go to another hospital, but we can't afford to, and you know it, or you wouldn't be calling us. Trapping us into extra shifts because we need this job. Yes, I'll tell her." Bethany growled and slammed down the phone.
Tally stood, asking what time and how long. She did not need to ask who it was, and neither did her boys. Bethany said. "Two nurses quit and the other went into labor. There was a major accident on the freeway, and the ER was full. They want us within the hour."
Tally said. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She looked at the clock on the wall of the house, noting the time was 11 p.m. There was no way they could find someone to watch over us or their boys.
I cringed and said. "My mother could watch over us while they went to work, and my father isn't home right now, nor my sisters. It would only be Aaron and my mother."
Greg offered his house as well, but his mother would be leaving for work at 4 am and wouldn't be home until twelve noon or one o'clock and his Dad would be leaving around six for work. I did not even know Greg's Mom worked. I felt stupid for thinking she was just a stay-at-home Mom like most mothers.
Tally asked if I was sure she wouldn't mind, I said. "No harm in asking. If worse comes to worse Greg and I could stay here with Kyle until we had to go to work. Then in the morning, we could find someone to take over until you got off work."
I picked up the phone and dialed my mother's house. I could picture her running through the house scared out of her wits, thinking about all the worst things that could be happening to me. Tally and Bethany quickly got ready for work as my mother answered the phone. I could hear her breathing hard when her shaking voice said, "Hello."
I said Mom it's me Eric, I―"
She blurted. "Please, God! Please tell me you are not hurt!"
I said. "No, I am fine, sorry to call so late, but I needed a favor, actually the two girls we are with need a favor."
She took a deep breath and sighed with relief as I told her what had happened. I hated to see Kyle get dressed, but he was only staying long enough to take me, Greg, and my two new friends to my mother's house.
After I explained the situation, my mother, without hesitation, said she would be more than happy to watch over their boys. I hung up the phone and relayed the message as Greg and I stuffed our clothes into my backpack and only dressed in our waist robes. Zane and Kenny did likewise and put some clothes inside a pillowcase. We were all decent enough for a quick trip to my mother's house. I had given my word that my mother wouldn't let any harm to come to them even before we arrived.
My mother was waiting with the porch light on as we all pulled up to the house. I introduced Kyle and the two boys Kenny and Zane. Mom quickly opened the door for us all. Tally told her they were very grateful to my mother for filling in at this hour and on brief notice. Mom passed it off as nothing said she was more than glad to do it.
Once again, she vowed that no harm would come to them. They believed her because she had kept her word about Aaron and me for over two years. Not once has she laid a hand on us during that time. They both kissed their boys and told them to be good and if there was any sign of trouble, do not hesitate to go to my safe houses. They both agreed as we watched them pull out of the driveway.
Kyle looked at my mother and gave her a once over, deciding if he would take the offer to spend the night or go home, I told him, my mother, he was free game when it comes to sex and was open to the idea of our lifestyle. I was ok with him spending the night and I was more than ok with him having sex with my mother. I was just concerned about my father coming home or if Aaron walked in and found my mother having sex with someone that wasn't his father.
Mom made the decision for him, being both very horny. She pulled him to her and kissed him, whispered in his ear and he nodded yes and said. "I love a woman who knows what she wants and has a little meat to her bones." While we boys watched as my mother undid his pants, seeing them fall around his bare ankles, like us, he was barefoot and wasn't wearing a shirt.
She took her hand and stroked his very hard and very large penis. Telling him she had been wanting to have sex with a guy who could scratch her itch unlike her husband Jim. The fact she was a married woman simply did not factor in anymore, and personally, I couldn't blame her for knowing who and what my father was. No woman deserved a man or husband like that. I don't care what the LDS church says or thinks about spouses trading spouses when they are both consenting adults. Or the fact that their husbands or abusive husbands consider them and their children property to be treated how they like. My mother wasn't having an affair. She was just having sex, two totally different things, if you ask me. Mostly I think my mother has a right to be loved not beaten or treated like trash.
We watched her pull him over to the couch, having him kick his pants away as he made his way over to the couch, lifting my mother's nightgown over her head and tossing it onto the floor, finding she was wearing nothing underneath it. She straddled him and slid his penis all the way in and gasped and moaned as she rode him hard. She had forgotten that we were even there until I asked her if Aaron was home. She looked at me, then looked at my friends and back at Kyle underneath her.
She quickly said. "You're right son, maybe it would be best if Kyle and I went to my bedroom." I knew she hated to get off him, but she promised me no sex where my sisters or Aaron could see … or hear her, as well as my father. She gave him a few more thrusts than slid off him, hating the idea, knowing if my brother wasn't home, she could have had sex all night with all of us.
She gave us all a silly grin, having Kyle quickly gather his clothes and send Greg out to move his car in front of the neighbor's house. As well as bringing in the rest of Kyle's clothes, now that he was spending the night, and she was not taking a no for an answer. Even more so once she saw and felt his hard rock body and very large penis.
Personally, I couldn't blame my mother for not turning down such an offer once she got a good look at Kyle. The decision was made, and it was final as she took him to her bedroom and closed the door, and locked it. I did it more so for me so I wouldn't have sex with my mother when there was a far better choice available. Unfortunately, my mother did not see it that way, because she still wanted to have sex with all of us after Kyle had more than satisfied her. She still wanted us and my two new best friends.