Hot Pizza Guy

I know this sounds like a cliché but this really is a true story about my very first time with a guy. I was 24 years old and my girlfriend Janice was out of town for a week with her family.

I got home from work a few days ago and was feeling rather horny. I went online to porn site just look at the pictures and that just made me even hornier. Typical bachelor, I decided to order a pizza from Dominos because I didn't feel like cooking or going out.

 When I opened the door for the pizza guy, I was taken back. Before me was one hot looking guy wearing his Dominos uniform and hat. He was early 20s, short, no more than 5-foot 7 but well-built body, toned like from weight lifting for strength, not bulk. And lean with thick dark hair over a perpetually tanned face. Dark almost black eyes, aquiline nose, thin lips that easily smiled when he asked me, “Are you Mr. Jones?”

I told him, “Put the pizza on the table while I go get my credit card.”

The entire time I was thinking how attractive this guy was. When I returned, he had a smile on his face as he handed the receipt to sign. As I grabbed the receipt, my hand touched his and it was smooth and warm. He had some peach fuzz on his skinny arms, but he had muscles too.

 As I was signing the receipt, I was reminded of some stories that I’d read online about people hooking up with their delivery guy. Next thing I know I asked him if he would be interested in making a quick $20. “What the hell am I doing?” I thought to myself. Did I just offer money for sex?

 “How?” he asked curiously.

Well since I’d gone this far and I was kind of horny, I decided to go with it. I told him, “If you come back after your shift and lets me suck you off, I’ll give you $20. As I was waiting for an answer, it occurred to that if he turned me down I’d have to move because I’d never be able to order pizza from this place again.

 “Nah,” was his answer he followed up by, "I'm cool."

I’m sure my face turned beet red. Then I gave him a 20% tip in hopes that he'd keep my secret.

 After he left, I went online to watch some videos and eat my pizza.

About 3 hours later, there was a knock at the door. When I opened it, I couldn’t believe it. There stood a pizza guy but not the same one as before. This one was a young black guy, also probably early 20's, thin, caramel skin, the shade where they say that there’s a little cream in the coffee, about 5-foot 7 wearing his Dominos uniform and hat. You could tell he had a short Afro and a decent body under those clothes. He asked, “Are you Mr. Jones,” and gave me this arrogant little smirk.

Sounding like a silly teenage girl, I asked, "Hi, what’s up?”

He replied, "Not much," as he walked into my apartment. When I closed the door and turned toward him, he asked, “Does the offer you made to the other guy apply to me?”

Even though I’d never sucked a cock before, I tell him, “Yea,” and offer him a drink while he walked over and sat down on my sofa. He was still in uniform, but work shirt was untucked and his hat was turned a little sideways.

I grab a Bud out of the fridge for him and offer it to him as I sit down next to him, totally nervous. My hand was actually shaking when I handed him the beer.

I asked, “What’s your name?”

He said, “Tyrone.”

Tyrone said that he was 22 and just started delivering pizza to help pay for college. He was here because the tip tonight had been lousy and he needed money for a new textbook.

My TV was on and he stares at the screen the whole time. There's a game on so for s few minutes, we are focused on the game. When it went to a commercial, we both snapped out of it and he turned to me and said, “$20 isn’t enough. I need $40 for the new textbook.”

 I reply, “Ok I can handle that,” as I sank to my knees, staring at the pizza guy’s crotch. I could see the bulge in the pants.

Tyrone put his beer on the coffee table, stood up, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and sat back down.

I took this as my cue to reach out and feel his cock through his boxers causing his body jerked as my hand touched his cock. Gad Zooks…it was warm and a little hard even through the material of his boxers.

Tyrone lifted up his shirt and exposed with a smooth toned stomach with scattered curly black hair. Next he reached into his boxers and pulled out his uncut cock and then pulled back the foreskin exposing a purple head. I’d never seen another man’s cock before this close up. It was over 7-inches long. I guess this sounds crazy but I noticed that his cock and balls were a little darker than the rest of his skin. 

I took hold of his cock and felt him quiver as I slowly stroked it. The taboo aspect of being able to touch and play with another man's cock was thrilling. Suddenly I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth.

As corny as this sounds, in my head I said to myself, ’this is it…where the rubber hits the road…its fish or cut bait,’ so I leaned over and licked the head. I kept licking and worked my tongue into the pee slit.

The experience was different. The texture, the taste, and that smell. It wasn’t a bad smell, but a musky smell. Tyrone had been working and sweating.

He moaned, “Oh yes,” as I slowly sucked the head into my mouth. I continued to suck the head as he jerked and moaned. I let more cock into my mouth as I went down until the head bumped the back of my throat.

Tyrone slowly put his right hand on the back of my head and slowly guided my head up and down his shaft. I didn’t feel his cock grow in my mouth, but realized that it must have when it took me longer to go back down. "Yea...mmm," he said.

After about five minutes, I stop sucking long enough to pull his pants and boxers on down his legs. He laid back on the couch, with his back half on the back and half on the seat cushion and with his ass practically hanging off.

God what a sexy sight to see his pants and boxers down around his ankles, his thin dark legs bare. I rubbed his almost smooth almond balls that had retreated into his body and then went back down on his cock, deep throating it. I backed off some and settled into a bobbing up and down sucking motion.

I loved sucking Tyrone’s hard cock and the feel of it throbbing in my mouth. I have no idea how long I sucked his cock. I just know that I loved rubbing my tongue over his piss hole and feeling his foreskin slide down as I went down on his dick. His moans and groans, and feeling his heat and his stomach slowly rising just turned me on so much.

 I was on such a sexual high that when Tyrone whispered, “I'm going to cum," I either didn’t care or didn’t know that he was warning me. I was never sure which. I just knew that I wanted to taste his dick for as long as I could.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, I’m going to cum," he warned again and again I didn’t care.

The faster I went and more he warned me, now speaking louder he barked, "I’m gonna cum..." and then I felt his cockhead swell. His hand on the back of my pushing down, he groaned, "Ooohhhh my godd, I'm Cumming…I'm Cumming in your faggot mouth,” and waves of fresh hot cum flooded my mouth. The more he spasmed and spurted the more I wanted it.

 When it was over, I was embarrassed. What the hell had I just done? What was his reaction going to be?

"That was awesome. Thanks dude,” he said.

Damn, I couldn’t believe it, he thanked me.

 I handed him a towel and he cleaned his dick. Then stood up and pulled up his pants, zipped them up and then buckled his belt.

Man he looked so hot with his thin body in his Domino’s uniform, having just cummed. He had a ‘glow’ about him.

 "Where's my money?" he asked snapping me out of my dream.

Retrieving my wallet I got him the money, even threw in an extra $5. While I was fetching my wallet, Tyrone took a piss. Ironically, he closed the bathroom door while pissing. Not sure why. After all I’d not only already seen it I’d had it in my mouth.

 I gave him the money and he quickly responded, “Thanks got to go,” and headed for the door. But before he closed it behind him, he turned and smiled when I said, “Call me when you need another textbook.”

The end…



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