At 10/25/09 10:49 PM, Punkboyben wrote:
The best pizza i've ever had was in some small place in Italy, in Sorrento. The name escapes me.
The name escapes you? But, how? After all those many years meeting almost daily in that little pizza place, how could you forgot? Or have you forgotten about all the times we held hands and told each other about how we were both madly in love? How could you forget those cold, winter nights we spent huddled in that pizza place, with you arms around me and combing your fingers through my hair, feeding me pizza.
Do you remember how we met? You were working in the pizza place, and I, a young boy, walked in and asked for a pizza. I had never had a pizza before, and all of the boys at school were talking all about it. I remember experiencing what an erection was for the first time, when I saw your wide body, the moustache, and the salt and pepper hair. I knew from the grease stains on your shirt that you were a real guido. You said you were from Long Island, and that you traveled to Italy to study the arts, but you wound up running a pizza place.
I was so excited when you asked me to see you after you closed shop. I snuck out of my mom and dad's room and hurried off to the pizza place. It was so cool learning about pizza cutters, pizza dough, tomato sauce, and my sexuality. When your large, mature cock entered my ass, I never felt more a live. The pain hurt so good, and I asked for more. When I downed your hot load all over my face, I came myself almost instantly.
The next few years, I grew up attached to your dick. One day, it was my 14th birthday, you told me that I had grown up, and that I was too old for you. I understood, perhaps it's a thing of maturity, learning to part ways with a loved one. I had reached such an age.
But now I'm 20, you haven't called in 6 years, I still have trouble walking, and you don't even remember the fucking pizza place?! Do you even remember me?!