A Chance Visit: Chapter 2

A few weeks went by. I thought occasionally about the friendly delivery guy, but I hadn't seen him around.

One late afternoon, I'd arranged a hook-up with a local Grindr guy. I'd met him a few times and it was good fun. He was around 25 years old, the same age as me. He would come around and we'd make out, sometimes I'd suck him, sometimes he'd suck me, sometimes we'd fuck. All quite unremarkable but pretty hot.

This time, he was in a hurry and just wanted to unload. I let him in my building and he came up to my flat. Literally as he closed the door, his belt was already undone and I could see his cock throbbing in his trousers. He kissed me while unzipping to show his black briefs. His cock was around 7in erect, a nice head with a low hanging balls. It does the job nicely.

I got straight to my knees and blew his cock in my flat's opening passage. Just then the buzzer rang. I ignored it.

As I unleashed his cock from his pants, he was already hard. I got straight to work. I loved giving head. There was something about seeing a hard cock pointing right at me, knowing that I was giving instant pleasure to the man looking down at me, knowing that I was driving him crazy as my tongue caressed his balls, knowing that his cock would throb as it hit the back of my throat, knowing that I was directly responsible for him feeling relaxed that night.

Knowing he was in a hurry, I was quickly thrusting back and forth as he fucked my mouth. His moans intensified as his leaked precum down my throat. Soon after, he shot a warm load straight down, holding the back of my head so I could take every last drop.

He withdrew his cock, playfully tossed his hands through my brown hair and zipped himself back up.

"Thanks mate, that was hot. See you again soon". He kissed my cheek, and left my flat. He must have been all of 5 minutes. I love encounters like that. Not earth shatteringly brilliant, but really hot and not doing any harm to anybody.

Later that evening I went out to meet a mate. Checking my postbox as I left, there was a "sorry we missed you" card from an Amazon delivery from when I'd been buzzed earlier. At the end of the card was a handwritten note:

"Sorry I missed you mate! I could have used another quick pitstop haha."

Fuck. Off I went to meet my mates, with thoughts of what might have been.

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