PIZZA TASTING
The pizza delivery man stood at the door, holding the warm box, when the customer opened it. The guy was fucking huge — shirtless, sweaty, and ripped like a goddamn fitness model. His skin glistened under the porch light.
“Pizza for Mike?” the delivery guy muttered, trying not to stare at those thick pecs and abs.
“Yeah, that’s me,” the frat boy grinned, a little drunk. “Come inside for a sec, man. I’ll get the cash.”
The delivery man — married, straight, two kids — stepped in hesitantly. The guy was clearly buzzed, eyes roaming over the delivery man’s body like he was on the menu.
“Been watching you deliver around here,” the frat boy said, stepping closer. “You always look so tense. Married, right?”
“Yeah… I am,” the delivery guy answered, voice tight. He tried to hand over the pizza and leave, but the big guy grabbed his wrist.
“Relax, bro. Just one taste. Nobody has to know.”
Before he could back away, the frat boy dropped to his knees, yanked the delivery man’s pants down, and swallowed his cock in one hot, wet motion. The delivery guy groaned loud, hands gripping the guy’s hair.
“Fuck… stop… I can’t—” he gasped, but his cock was already rock hard in that warm mouth. The frat boy sucked him sloppy and aggressive, gagging himself, spit running down his chin onto his own muscular chest.
The delivery man’s resistance crumbled fast. The sensations were too much — that tight throat, the wet sucking sounds, the strong hands gripping his ass.
“Get up,” the delivery guy growled, voice shaking.
The frat boy stood up with a cocky smirk, pulled his own shorts down, and bent over the couch. His ass was thick and perfect. “C’mon, man. Fuck me. You know you want it.”
The delivery man spat on his hand, rubbed it on his cock, and pushed in raw. He groaned as the tight heat swallowed him. He started thrusting harder, hands gripping those wide shoulders, slamming into the muscular frat boy.
“Fuck yeah… pound my ass,” the frat boy moaned, pushing back.
The delivery man lost control completely. He fucked him like an animal, balls slapping loud, sweat flying. The frat boy turned his head and they kissed deep and messy, tongues fighting while the delivery man kept railing him.
After a few brutal minutes, the delivery man buried himself deep and came hard, flooding the frat boy’s guts with thick ropes of cum. The big guy jerked himself off at the same time, shooting all over the couch.
Panting and shaking, the delivery man pulled out, cum dripping from the frat boy’s hole.
“Shit… I’m married,” he whispered, still dazed.
The frat boy just grinned, slapping his own ass. “You’ll be back tomorrow, won’t you?”
The delivery man didn’t answer. But they both already knew the truth.
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