Home Alone – A Hot Afternoon With A Delivery Guy
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1. All the participants in this story are 21+. (including the delivery guy) 2. Names sounding familiar are purely coincidental. 3. The story is a medium of expression. Absolutely no offense is meant, intentional or otherwise, to persons of any gender, nationality, caste, creed, religion, color, orientation. Hi all, I’m Rohan, a bottom gay man. I live in Bangalore and have quite an active sex life. These stories contributed to ISS are real experiences. The names and places alone have been changed to protect the identities of those involved. Physically, I look like an ordinary person, sporting grey hair, and a beard. Sexually though, I am bottom who loves to get fucked. I was expecting the mixer-grinder to be delivered today and had taken a day off from the office. Around 11 AM, I got a call from the delivery guy asking for directions. Once I guided him, he reached my doorstep in 5 minutes and rang the bell twice. “Sir, A**z** parcel, sir,” the parcel delivery guy said when I opened the door. “Oh, thank you so much,” I told him. The delivery man stepped inside and put the parcel down on the floor. As he did so, my eyes roamed over his sturdy, hard body. What a great body it was. My imagination was already running wild with the things he could do to me. “Can you give me some water, sir?” the delivery guy asked politely. “Sure,” I flashed him a smile and went to get him a bottle of water. “Thank you, sir, it is really hot today,” he said as he took the bottle from me. Not as hot as it is inside my apartment at this moment, I thought to myself. This guy was really hot, with light brown eyes, a pleasant smile, and a musky smell. “Nice house, sir,” the delivery man said. “Thanks,” I replied. ‘What’s your name?’ “Farooq, sir.” “Hi Farooq, I’m Rohan.” We shook hands and had a good look at each other. I thought I saw some hint of desire from Farooq too. “Are you married, sir?” Farooq asked me. “No, I replied. I live alone here.” “How do you manage alone, sir?” he asked while stepping a little too close and gave me the bottle back. “It’s difficult, Farooq. But I manage most things,” I said with a sigh. “Sometimes it gets lonely, but I manage.” I took a quick look at Farooq and saw him staring expectantly at me. Perhaps he was also thinking the same things and wanted to be seduced. I had known many guys like that before. They didn’t mind receiving a quick blowjob, but it had to look like it was the gay guy’s idea. “However, some things that I want to do,” I continued, “most guys don’t like or don’t allow it.” “I completely understand, sir,” Farooq said, a little boldly now. “I know that sometimes men need to just go down on their knees.’ Those words ignited something in me. He already had an erection tented in his jeans. I closed and locked the main door, and I walked over to Farooq and got down on my knees. I slowly unzipped and from inside Farooq’s jeans and underwear pulled out a fat, brown uncut cock. I looked up at Farooq and smiled. Then gently tugged Farooq’s foreskin back to reveal his plump cock head dripping with pre-cum. And, it was time to get to work. I opened wide and let the fat cock fall onto my tongue. “Mmmm, that was nice,” I thought. I gently ran my tongue around it until it grew to its full fat 6 inches. “Oh, yes, sir, suck it nicely,” Farooq moaned as he leaned against the wall. I tugged now at Farooq’s jeans button and pulled Farooq’s jeans and underwear down to his knees. My hands stroked up the furry, strong thighs and around to the equally hard ass. I brought my face so close up to Farooq’s thick bush of pubic hair. The man smelled like a dream, all hot and sweaty and musky. He reeked of sex, and I had to have it all. I sucked hard and drooled all over his cock, and some of the drool dripped down my beard. I could feel his hard cock pulsing inside my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and started ramming his cock down my throat, and I loved it. After a few minutes, Farooq slowly took his hardened cock out of my mouth and told me to turn around. I knew what was next and leaned on the sofa as he pushed my back and bent me down. I became naked for the delivery guy. Farooq then pulled my soft big ass cheeks apart and knelt down behind me. His tongue tip darted over the folds of my asshole and made me moan out loud. Farooq ate my ass, and I was just about going out of my mind with desire. I knew he was waiting for the best time to plunge his cock into my warm tight hole. He now spat on my hole and started fingering my ass. I was just thinking about how wonderful his callused fingers felt inside me. I was moaning with pleasure when suddenly this hard cock was pushed gently into my hole. Damn, it looked like Farooq was in a hurry! Tears came into my eyes. I concentrated on adjusting to this thick, fleshy cock that was starting to stab into my man-hole. Farooq was like an animal now. He was grunting, growling, and thrusting away into my asshole and calling me every dirty name under the sun. The initial pain soon passed, and I now have the most amazing feeling in my ass. It had been a few weeks since I was with such an enthusiastic fucker. Each stroke felt like it was enough to get Farooq’s cum gushing inside me. But on and on, he fucked me, hard, with the sweat pouring down his handsome face. My cock was hard again. Farooq reached for it now and started to stroke it, matching stroke for stroke with his maniac-like fucking. Both of us were drenched in sweat and close to exhaustion as we pleasured each other. My moans were loud and wet. ‘Oh, yes…yes…Sir, I am getting close!’ Farooq cried out. About time, I thought as I concentrated on my own orgasm. I could feel my balls tingling as I, too, was preparing to blow my load. Suddenly Farooq groaned out loud as he savagely thrust one last time into my asshole. His big brown balls erupted and blasted a thick jet of thick, hot cum up my ass and filled me up. The sound of Farooq’s release really got to me. It was so animalistic and passionate that it triggered my own orgasm. My cock exploded in his hands, spewing my hot cum all over the sofa, just as Farooq pulled his cock out of my ass. The delivery man seemed very embarrassed now as he asked to use the bathroom to clean up. I thanked him for the hot fuck when he came out and asked him if he would come this way again. “You get another parcel, sir, and I deliver,” Farooq told me. He gave me a quick wink and went on his way. I slowly dragged myself to the bed to lie down for some time, exhausted after the best blowjob and fuck. If you like the story, leave a comment below or send me an email appreciation at [email protected].