The Pizza guy And I-230209

Wednesday, February 25th, 2009 at 5:38 pm

The Pizza guy And I

My girlfriend of three years and I had eventually parted ways. I needed the time to think whether I really liked her. In the meantime I was living alone in a rented apartment in the city where I was studying for law. My routine was college in the morning, then a spot of tennis with the buddies and then back to the apartment for 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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One day, according to routine, I came home from playing tennis and ordered pizza. Then I got ready for my shower. I had my T-shirt off and was just lounging around when the bell 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!

Something drew my gaze at his crotch. I could see the difference there. I wanted to ask him to come 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.

The sex began then. Duke – his name – did not go back to his pizza parlor that night. He lost his job, but no problem. He and I got much more. He still comes around a lot to try out those white shorts!

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