Sex With The Pizza guy-230209
The Pizza guy And I
I was quite depressed when my girlfriend left me after three hot years. I thought I would just be myself and get some perspective. I changed my house and started studying law in a new house. I attended college in the morning. I was fond of tennis in the evening and then would head home and order pizza.
That is where it all began. At our local Andy’s we have young guys delivering pizzas over a single call. They come dressed in red shirts and tight black trousers that hug at their crotches. I did not know it why then but my eyes always gazed at those crotches. One of them in particular, a curly haired blond guy, really had my attention.
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It was one of those days. I was back from my tennis and gave a call at Andy’s. It was a hot day. I removed my jersey and was just in white tennis shorts when the doorbell rang.
I was just in my shorts then. For some reason, I felt a twinge of excitement of opening the door just as I was and to show the pizza guy my body. I still love my body – it has all the muscles in the right places. So I went in just those white shorts and answered the bell. My excitement knew no bounds when I saw the wavy haired pizza guy standing out here! He saw me in whatever ! little I was wearing and just kept on staring!
And that was when I knew. I looked at his crotch. Something was swelling there. I asked him in.
"You look nice in those shorts," he said. How wonderful that compliment seemed coming from him! I thought for just a few moments and then told him. "There’s another pair of the same. Why don’t you come in and see how you look in them?" I could smell his excitement! He came right in and I gave him a pair of white tennis shorts, similar to what I was wearing.
He removed his shirt and trouser right there in front of me and put those shorts on. His bulge was very evident now and we both knew what we wanted. We stood in front of a full-length mirror looking at ourselves in our white shorts and our bulges began to grow. Not able to control myself further, I grabbed his crotch and squeezed it. He smiled and did the same to me.
It was a wonderful night. The guy, Jeremy, left in the morning. He had to quit his pizza job the next day but he does drop in often and asks for the white shorts.
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