Everyone in this story is 18+

I knew exactly what I was doing when I ordered pizza at 11 PM on a Friday night, answering the door in nothing but a towel that barely covered my ass. Call it a dumb idea, but I needed dick badly.

The delivery guy’s eyes went wide when he saw me, his gaze immediately dropping to where the terry cloth clung to my still-damp skin.

“Large pepperoni?” he managed, voice cracking slightly. He couldn’t have been more than nineteen, all nervous energy and hormones, with the kind of lean build that suggested he spent more time gaming than working out. His name tag read “Danny,” and the way he was trying not to stare at my body told me everything I needed to know about how his night was going to end.

“That’s me,” I said, making sure to lean against the doorframe in a way that showed off the curve of my hip. “Sorry about the towel. Just got out of the shower.”

Danny swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “No problem. That’ll be… uh…” He fumbled with his phone, clearly distracted by the way my towel was riding up.

“Fifteen fifty,” I supplied helpfully. “But I have a confession to make.”

His eyes snapped back to my face. “What’s that?”

I bit my lip, going for innocent but knowing I looked anything but. “I don’t have any cash for a tip. And I feel terrible about that, especially this late at night.”

“Oh, that’s… that’s okay,” Danny said quickly. “Really, don’t worry about it.”

“But I feel so bad,” I continued, letting my towel slip just a little lower. “Isn’t there some other way I could show my appreciation? I mean, you came all the way out here in the cold…”

I watched understanding dawn in Danny’s eyes, followed immediately by panic and arousal. He glanced around the hallway nervously. “I… what are you suggesting?”

Instead of answering, I stepped back and let the towel drop. Danny’s sharp intake of breath was exactly the reaction I was hoping for. I turned slowly, making sure he got a good look at my ass before facing him again.

“I’m suggesting,” I said, voice dropping to a purr, “that you come inside and let me take care of you properly. You look stressed, Danny. When’s the last time someone helped you relax?”

“I… I’m working,” he stammered, but his eyes were glued to my body, and his jeans were already showing the outline of his growing erection.

“Your shift ends eventually,” I pointed out, reaching for his hand. “And you look like you need this way more than I need pizza.”

That seemed to break whatever resistance he had left. Danny stepped inside, pizza box still clutched in his hands, and I closed the door behind him.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” he admitted, setting the pizza on my counter with shaking hands.

“I can tell,” I said, moving close enough that my naked body brushed against his uniform. “But don’t worry, baby. I know exactly what you need.”

I started unbuttoning his shirt, taking my time with each button while Danny stood frozen, barely breathing. When I pushed the fabric off his shoulders, revealing his pale, lean chest, I made an appreciative sound.

“Look at you,” I murmured, running my hands over his skin. “So young and eager. I bet you’ve been thinking about something like this for months, haven’t you?”

Danny nodded mutely, his cock now straining obviously against his pants.

“I bet you jerk off thinking about customers who answer the door naked,” I continued, working on his belt. “Wondering what it would feel like to get invited inside, to have someone take care of that hard cock.”

“Oh god,” Danny groaned as I freed him from his jeans. His cock was perfect - not huge, but thick enough and so hard it was practically purple. “This is really happening.”

“It’s really happening,” I confirmed, dropping to my knees and looking up at him. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

I took him into my mouth slowly, savoring the way he immediately started shaking. Danny’s hands flew to my hair, not to control but to hold on as I worked him with my tongue.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” he babbled. “Your mouth is so warm. I can’t believe… holy shit.”

I pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at his flushed face. “You taste so good, baby. All that young energy, all that pent-up need. How long has it been since someone sucked your cock?”

“Six months,” he gasped. “My ex-girlfriend, but she never… she didn’t really like doing it.”

“Her loss,” I said, taking him deep again. “I love sucking cock. Love feeling a man get desperate for me.”

I worked him until he was whimpering, then stood up and pressed my body against his. “But what I really want,” I whispered in his ear, “is to feel that beautiful cock inside me. I want you to breed my ass, Danny. Fill me up until I’m leaking your cum.”

Danny’s eyes rolled back. “Jesus Christ. You can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not?” I turned around, bending over my couch and looking back at him over my shoulder. “It’s what we both want. Look at this ass, baby. Look how much it needs your cock.”

I reached back to spread myself open for him, putting on a show. “I’m so fucking tight, Danny. Going to squeeze your cock so good. You want that, don’t you? Want to claim this hole?”

“I want it so bad,” Danny admitted, moving behind me. “But I don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t want one,” I said firmly. “I want to feel every inch of you. Want your cum dripping out of me for days.” I lubed my ass up before he got here. So the glistening of my hole made my offer even more appealing as I swayed my ass in front of him.

That seemed to shatter his last bit of control. Danny lined up and pushed inside me in one desperate thrust, both of us crying out at the sensation. He was thicker than I’d expected, stretching me perfectly.

“So tight,” he groaned, gripping my hips. “Holy fuck, you feel incredible.”

“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, pushing back against him. “Use my hole. Take what you need.”

Danny started moving, awkward at first but quickly finding his rhythm. I coached him through it, telling him exactly what I wanted.

“Harder,” I demanded. “I can take it. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Like this?” Danny asked, his confidence growing as he pounded into me.

“God yes, just like that. You’re such a good fuck, Danny. Your cock was made for my ass.”

I could feel him getting close, his thrusts becoming erratic. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

“Do it,” I commanded. “Breed me. Fill my hole with your load.”

Danny slammed into me one final time and came with a shout, pumping me full of hot cum. I could feel every pulse, every spurt, and it pushed me over the edge too. I came untouched, my ass milking every drop from his cock.

As we both caught our breath, Danny stayed buried inside me, his hands still gripping my hips like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“That was…” he started, then trailed off.

“Amazing,” I finished for him. “And you know what? I order pizza a lot. Usually around the same time on Friday nights.”

Danny’s cock twitched inside me. “Really?”

“Really. And I always tip generously for good service.”

He was already getting hard again. At nineteen, his recovery time was impressive, and I intended to take full advantage.

“What time do you get off work?” I asked.

“Another hour,” Danny said, already starting to move inside me again.

“Perfect. That gives us plenty of time for round two. Maybe three.” I grinned back at him. “Hope you’re not too tired for overtime.”

The way Danny’s hips snapped forward told me he wasn’t tired at all. In fact, I had a feeling I’d just found my new regular delivery guy. (REPOST)

So I had a friend we'll call John. John was always openly gay in high school and hung out with popular girls. We'd say "hi" sometimes, but we were never close, but we never had any problems. We'd sometimes go to the same parties, and I was his girlfriend's best friend. Anyway, a few years later, I found out Ben had become a porn star for some gay website, and of course I watched them. He had a huge cock, maybe 9 inches, he was very handsome, had very pale skin, and spiky blond hair.

But X years passed, and somehow we ended up talking about nothing out of the ordinary, just checking in on each other. He said he was in a relationship and lived about 10 minutes away. He started flirting a little, you know, in a way that could be considered harmless, and if you accept it, it turns into something else. I accepted it, lol, and we flirted a little, thinking about sex. I told him I wasn't coming out, and I was a little nervous. He told me not to worry, I'd just come over sometime and the three of us could relax, do nothing. That sounded perfect to me – no expectations of doing anything, just catching up with an old friend, and if I wanted to do something, of course I would.

A few days later, I lit a cigarette and felt more relaxed, so I asked if he wanted me to come over, to which he immediately replied, "Of course I'll come over, but text me when you're on the street, because I'm walking." "Smoke a joint," so I did, as a decent man who follows the rules would tell me. When he left, we'd sometimes chat about nothing, but he kept glancing back, looking out his window (so much so that I thought he didn't want anyone to see him). He told me his neighbors didn't like the smell and were constantly complaining, so maybe we could go for a walk because he knew a certain place. Fast forward five minutes and I'm literally a stone's throw from his house, on a small patch of land covered in trees and bushes, with a pond next to it, when he starts rubbing my pants. I don't remember the conversation, but I ended up doubled over, holding onto a tree while his huge cock fucked me. He came so quickly, I think because I was so tense (I still haven't been with many people, and honestly, I still am, haha), but he was still radiating nervous energy. I asked if his boyfriend was okay with this, and he brushed me off, talking about something else, then told me to wait until he ejaculated. He ran down my leg and went home, so it's no wonder two guys left at once and told me to text him.

This guy was definitely cheating on me.

Everyone in this story is 18+

I knew exactly what I was doing when I ordered pizza at 11 PM on a Friday night, answering the door in nothing but a towel that barely covered my ass. Call it a dumb idea, but I needed dick badly.

The delivery guy’s eyes went wide when he saw me, his gaze immediately dropping to where the terry cloth clung to my still-damp skin.

“Large pepperoni?” he managed, voice cracking slightly. He couldn’t have been more than nineteen, all nervous energy and hormones, with the kind of lean build that suggested he spent more time gaming than working out. His name tag read “Danny,” and the way he was trying not to stare at my body told me everything I needed to know about how his night was going to end.

“That’s me,” I said, making sure to lean against the doorframe in a way that showed off the curve of my hip. “Sorry about the towel. Just got out of the shower.”

Danny swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “No problem. That’ll be… uh…” He fumbled with his phone, clearly distracted by the way my towel was riding up.

“Fifteen fifty,” I supplied helpfully. “But I have a confession to make.”

His eyes snapped back to my face. “What’s that?”

I bit my lip, going for innocent but knowing I looked anything but. “I don’t have any cash for a tip. And I feel terrible about that, especially this late at night.”

“Oh, that’s… that’s okay,” Danny said quickly. “Really, don’t worry about it.”

“But I feel so bad,” I continued, letting my towel slip just a little lower. “Isn’t there some other way I could show my appreciation? I mean, you came all the way out here in the cold…”

I watched understanding dawn in Danny’s eyes, followed immediately by panic and arousal. He glanced around the hallway nervously. “I… what are you suggesting?”

Instead of answering, I stepped back and let the towel drop. Danny’s sharp intake of breath was exactly the reaction I was hoping for. I turned slowly, making sure he got a good look at my ass before facing him again.

“I’m suggesting,” I said, voice dropping to a purr, “that you come inside and let me take care of you properly. You look stressed, Danny. When’s the last time someone helped you relax?”

“I… I’m working,” he stammered, but his eyes were glued to my body, and his jeans were already showing the outline of his growing erection.

“Your shift ends eventually,” I pointed out, reaching for his hand. “And you look like you need this way more than I need pizza.”

That seemed to break whatever resistance he had left. Danny stepped inside, pizza box still clutched in his hands, and I closed the door behind him.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” he admitted, setting the pizza on my counter with shaking hands.

“I can tell,” I said, moving close enough that my naked body brushed against his uniform. “But don’t worry, baby. I know exactly what you need.”

I started unbuttoning his shirt, taking my time with each button while Danny stood frozen, barely breathing. When I pushed the fabric off his shoulders, revealing his pale, lean chest, I made an appreciative sound.

“Look at you,” I murmured, running my hands over his skin. “So young and eager. I bet you’ve been thinking about something like this for months, haven’t you?”

Danny nodded mutely, his cock now straining obviously against his pants.

“I bet you jerk off thinking about customers who answer the door naked,” I continued, working on his belt. “Wondering what it would feel like to get invited inside, to have someone take care of that hard cock.”

“Oh god,” Danny groaned as I freed him from his jeans. His cock was perfect - not huge, but thick enough and so hard it was practically purple. “This is really happening.”

“It’s really happening,” I confirmed, dropping to my knees and looking up at him. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

I took him into my mouth slowly, savoring the way he immediately started shaking. Danny’s hands flew to my hair, not to control but to hold on as I worked him with my tongue.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” he babbled. “Your mouth is so warm. I can’t believe… holy shit.”

I pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at his flushed face. “You taste so good, baby. All that young energy, all that pent-up need. How long has it been since someone sucked your cock?”

“Six months,” he gasped. “My ex-girlfriend, but she never… she didn’t really like doing it.”

“Her loss,” I said, taking him deep again. “I love sucking cock. Love feeling a man get desperate for me.”

I worked him until he was whimpering, then stood up and pressed my body against his. “But what I really want,” I whispered in his ear, “is to feel that beautiful cock inside me. I want you to breed my ass, Danny. Fill me up until I’m leaking your cum.”

Danny’s eyes rolled back. “Jesus Christ. You can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not?” I turned around, bending over my couch and looking back at him over my shoulder. “It’s what we both want. Look at this ass, baby. Look how much it needs your cock.”

I reached back to spread myself open for him, putting on a show. “I’m so fucking tight, Danny. Going to squeeze your cock so good. You want that, don’t you? Want to claim this hole?”

“I want it so bad,” Danny admitted, moving behind me. “But I don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t want one,” I said firmly. “I want to feel every inch of you. Want your cum dripping out of me for days.” I lubed my ass up before he got here. So the glistening of my hole made my offer even more appealing as I swayed my ass in front of him.

That seemed to shatter his last bit of control. Danny lined up and pushed inside me in one desperate thrust, both of us crying out at the sensation. He was thicker than I’d expected, stretching me perfectly.

“So tight,” he groaned, gripping my hips. “Holy fuck, you feel incredible.”

“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, pushing back against him. “Use my hole. Take what you need.”

Danny started moving, awkward at first but quickly finding his rhythm. I coached him through it, telling him exactly what I wanted.

“Harder,” I demanded. “I can take it. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Like this?” Danny asked, his confidence growing as he pounded into me.

“God yes, just like that. You’re such a good fuck, Danny. Your cock was made for my ass.”

I could feel him getting close, his thrusts becoming erratic. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

“Do it,” I commanded. “Breed me. Fill my hole with your load.”

Danny slammed into me one final time and came with a shout, pumping me full of hot cum. I could feel every pulse, every spurt, and it pushed me over the edge too. I came untouched, my ass milking every drop from his cock.

As we both caught our breath, Danny stayed buried inside me, his hands still gripping my hips like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“That was…” he started, then trailed off.

“Amazing,” I finished for him. “And you know what? I order pizza a lot. Usually around the same time on Friday nights.”

Danny’s cock twitched inside me. “Really?”

“Really. And I always tip generously for good service.”

He was already getting hard again. At nineteen, his recovery time was impressive, and I intended to take full advantage.

“What time do you get off work?” I asked.

“Another hour,” Danny said, already starting to move inside me again.

“Perfect. That gives us plenty of time for round two. Maybe three.” I grinned back at him. “Hope you’re not too tired for overtime.”

The way Danny’s hips snapped forward told me he wasn’t tired at all. In fact, I had a feeling I’d just found my new regular delivery guy. (REPOST)

Everyone in this story is 18+

I knew exactly what I was doing when I ordered pizza at 11 PM on a Friday night, answering the door in nothing but a towel that barely covered my ass. Call it a dumb idea, but I needed dick badly.

The delivery guy’s eyes went wide when he saw me, his gaze immediately dropping to where the terry cloth clung to my still-damp skin.

“Large pepperoni?” he managed, voice cracking slightly. He couldn’t have been more than nineteen, all nervous energy and hormones, with the kind of lean build that suggested he spent more time gaming than working out. His name tag read “Danny,” and the way he was trying not to stare at my body told me everything I needed to know about how his night was going to end.

“That’s me,” I said, making sure to lean against the doorframe in a way that showed off the curve of my hip. “Sorry about the towel. Just got out of the shower.”

Danny swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “No problem. That’ll be… uh…” He fumbled with his phone, clearly distracted by the way my towel was riding up.

“Fifteen fifty,” I supplied helpfully. “But I have a confession to make.”

His eyes snapped back to my face. “What’s that?”

I bit my lip, going for innocent but knowing I looked anything but. “I don’t have any cash for a tip. And I feel terrible about that, especially this late at night.”

“Oh, that’s… that’s okay,” Danny said quickly. “Really, don’t worry about it.”

“But I feel so bad,” I continued, letting my towel slip just a little lower. “Isn’t there some other way I could show my appreciation? I mean, you came all the way out here in the cold…”

I watched understanding dawn in Danny’s eyes, followed immediately by panic and arousal. He glanced around the hallway nervously. “I… what are you suggesting?”

Instead of answering, I stepped back and let the towel drop. Danny’s sharp intake of breath was exactly the reaction I was hoping for. I turned slowly, making sure he got a good look at my ass before facing him again.

“I’m suggesting,” I said, voice dropping to a purr, “that you come inside and let me take care of you properly. You look stressed, Danny. When’s the last time someone helped you relax?”

“I… I’m working,” he stammered, but his eyes were glued to my body, and his jeans were already showing the outline of his growing erection.

“Your shift ends eventually,” I pointed out, reaching for his hand. “And you look like you need this way more than I need pizza.”

That seemed to break whatever resistance he had left. Danny stepped inside, pizza box still clutched in his hands, and I closed the door behind him.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” he admitted, setting the pizza on my counter with shaking hands.

“I can tell,” I said, moving close enough that my naked body brushed against his uniform. “But don’t worry, baby. I know exactly what you need.”

I started unbuttoning his shirt, taking my time with each button while Danny stood frozen, barely breathing. When I pushed the fabric off his shoulders, revealing his pale, lean chest, I made an appreciative sound.

“Look at you,” I murmured, running my hands over his skin. “So young and eager. I bet you’ve been thinking about something like this for months, haven’t you?”

Danny nodded mutely, his cock now straining obviously against his pants.

“I bet you jerk off thinking about customers who answer the door naked,” I continued, working on his belt. “Wondering what it would feel like to get invited inside, to have someone take care of that hard cock.”

“Oh god,” Danny groaned as I freed him from his jeans. His cock was perfect - not huge, but thick enough and so hard it was practically purple. “This is really happening.”

“It’s really happening,” I confirmed, dropping to my knees and looking up at him. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

I took him into my mouth slowly, savoring the way he immediately started shaking. Danny’s hands flew to my hair, not to control but to hold on as I worked him with my tongue.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” he babbled. “Your mouth is so warm. I can’t believe… holy shit.”

I pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at his flushed face. “You taste so good, baby. All that young energy, all that pent-up need. How long has it been since someone sucked your cock?”

“Six months,” he gasped. “My ex-girlfriend, but she never… she didn’t really like doing it.”

“Her loss,” I said, taking him deep again. “I love sucking cock. Love feeling a man get desperate for me.”

I worked him until he was whimpering, then stood up and pressed my body against his. “But what I really want,” I whispered in his ear, “is to feel that beautiful cock inside me. I want you to breed my ass, Danny. Fill me up until I’m leaking your cum.”

Danny’s eyes rolled back. “Jesus Christ. You can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not?” I turned around, bending over my couch and looking back at him over my shoulder. “It’s what we both want. Look at this ass, baby. Look how much it needs your cock.”

I reached back to spread myself open for him, putting on a show. “I’m so fucking tight, Danny. Going to squeeze your cock so good. You want that, don’t you? Want to claim this hole?”

“I want it so bad,” Danny admitted, moving behind me. “But I don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t want one,” I said firmly. “I want to feel every inch of you. Want your cum dripping out of me for days.” I lubed my ass up before he got here. So the glistening of my hole made my offer even more appealing as I swayed my ass in front of him.

That seemed to shatter his last bit of control. Danny lined up and pushed inside me in one desperate thrust, both of us crying out at the sensation. He was thicker than I’d expected, stretching me perfectly.

“So tight,” he groaned, gripping my hips. “Holy fuck, you feel incredible.”

“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, pushing back against him. “Use my hole. Take what you need.”

Danny started moving, awkward at first but quickly finding his rhythm. I coached him through it, telling him exactly what I wanted.

“Harder,” I demanded. “I can take it. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Like this?” Danny asked, his confidence growing as he pounded into me.

“God yes, just like that. You’re such a good fuck, Danny. Your cock was made for my ass.”

I could feel him getting close, his thrusts becoming erratic. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

“Do it,” I commanded. “Breed me. Fill my hole with your load.”

Danny slammed into me one final time and came with a shout, pumping me full of hot cum. I could feel every pulse, every spurt, and it pushed me over the edge too. I came untouched, my ass milking every drop from his cock.

As we both caught our breath, Danny stayed buried inside me, his hands still gripping my hips like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“That was…” he started, then trailed off.

“Amazing,” I finished for him. “And you know what? I order pizza a lot. Usually around the same time on Friday nights.”

Danny’s cock twitched inside me. “Really?”

“Really. And I always tip generously for good service.”

He was already getting hard again. At nineteen, his recovery time was impressive, and I intended to take full advantage.

“What time do you get off work?” I asked.

“Another hour,” Danny said, already starting to move inside me again.

“Perfect. That gives us plenty of time for round two. Maybe three.” I grinned back at him. “Hope you’re not too tired for overtime.”

The way Danny’s hips snapped forward told me he wasn’t tired at all. In fact, I had a feeling I’d just found my new regular delivery guy.

So I had a friend we'll call John. John was always openly gay in high school and hung out with popular girls. We'd say "hi" sometimes, but we were never close, but we never had any problems. We'd sometimes go to the same parties, and I was his girlfriend's best friend. Anyway, a few years later, I found out Ben had become a porn star for some gay website, and of course I watched them. He had a huge cock, maybe 9 inches, he was very handsome, had very pale skin, and spiky blond hair.

But X years passed, and somehow we ended up talking about nothing out of the ordinary, just checking in on each other. He said he was in a relationship and lived about 10 minutes away. He started flirting a little, you know, in a way that could be considered harmless, and if you accept it, it turns into something else. I accepted it, lol, and we flirted a little, thinking about sex. I told him I wasn't coming out, and I was a little nervous. He told me not to worry, I'd just come over sometime and the three of us could relax, do nothing. That sounded perfect to me – no expectations of doing anything, just catching up with an old friend, and if I wanted to do something, of course I would.

A few days later, I lit a cigarette and felt more relaxed, so I asked if he wanted me to come over, to which he immediately replied, "Of course I'll come over, but text me when you're on the street, because I'm walking." "Smoke a joint," so I did, as a decent man who follows the rules would tell me. When he left, we'd sometimes chat about nothing, but he kept glancing back, looking out his window (so much so that I thought he didn't want anyone to see him). He told me his neighbors didn't like the smell and were constantly complaining, so maybe we could go for a walk because he knew a certain place. Fast forward five minutes and I'm literally a stone's throw from his house, on a small patch of land covered in trees and bushes, with a pond next to it, when he starts rubbing my pants. I don't remember the conversation, but I ended up doubled over, holding onto a tree while his huge cock fucked me. He came so quickly, I think because I was so tense (I still haven't been with many people, and honestly, I still am, haha), but he was still radiating nervous energy. I asked if his boyfriend was okay with this, and he brushed me off, talking about something else, then told me to wait until he ejaculated. He ran down my leg and went home, so it's no wonder two guys left at once and told me to text him.

This guy was definitely cheating on me.