"Hey, the party can start! Your pizzas are here," says a short Latin guy in a delivery shirt holding three
cardboard boxes.
"Party of One," Jake jokes, "You got my dinner?"
The little guy licks his lips as he looks at the shirtless obese young man standing in the doorway.
He asks, "You going to eat those all by yourself? All at once?"
"Yup, and if I'm still hungry, I may order more," Jake says handing the pizza guy two $20 bills.
"You're my last delivery before my evening break," the pizza guy says, "Mind if I watch you eat?"
Jake grins. He recognizes the symptoms. When he was a muscled stud, there were little guys who lusted after
his body. They'd pay him to let him lick his pecs, or sniff his crotch. He might be a different sort of
bigger, but he was still attracting little guys. To feed his current appetite maybe having a few guys buying
his meals wouldn't be a bad thing.
"What's your name, lil man?" Jake asked.
"I'm Sal," he answered.
"C'mon in," Jake said as he sat down and opened the first pizza. He took a slice in eat hand, and devoured
them both in 20 seconds. Within a minute and half, he had finished one pizza and started on the second. Sal
was sitting there on the edge of the kitchen counter watching Jake eat. Jake couldn't help but notice the
little guy's boner tenting his pants.
"Ya, got any tip money ya wanna spend on me?" Jake asked between bites.
"You'll let me touch you, sir? How much?"