Knock, knock
"Hello?" I called, feeling a bit nervous. "Pizza delivery!"
Butterflies tumbled in my stomach as the itchy and ill-fitting shirt the pizza shop had made me wear clung to my skin. It was my first night on the job and I wanted to make a good impression.
Hi, my name's Troy and I'm a straight athletic student just trying to make ends meet here in this expensive college town. I've got dirty blond hair with long bangs that fall over my green eyes, an eager attitude, and, if I'm being honest, a pretty killer physique. I've always been into sports and tried out for several different teams on campus----wrestling, swimming, soccer, even football. It seemed like I had a good chance getting on at least one of them. The coaches had followed me with their eyes during each of my tryouts, always rubbing their sweaty palms against their crotches and saying something about how they had definitely a position I could fill. I never really got the joke, but I appreciated how friendly every one had been to me so far.
The problem is that, between school and practice, my schedule would start to fill up and I needed to figure out how to pay rent. My roommate----Dan, this totally nice guy who is very comfortable with me walking around nude all the time (in fact, he almost seems to encourage it)----suggested that I check out the pizza place down the street. He mentioned that the owner there was a "friend of Dorothy" and winked at me.
Despite not exactly being sure who this Dorothy woman was, I walked into the place and offered my services. The owner turned out to be this super jacked Greek guy with a bunch of burly hair on his chest peeking up over the top of his kitchen apron. Just from looking at him, I could tell he was an athlete and that we were going to get along great. It was certainly a bit weird that he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath his apron but I just figured it was really hot back there in the kitchen.
"Actually," the owner said, grinning from ear to ear, "I've got a big order tonight that I think you'd be perfect to help with."
He seemed to be really into this plan, nodding his head slowly as he swept his long-lashed eyes up and down my chiseled frame. I couldn't help but notice that he was kinda sporting a semi there behind his tight-fitting apron and that he kept putting his hand on the bulge and squeezing it. Must have been embarrassing for him getting a hard-on like that right there in front of a straight guy like me, especially since I could really see just how big his schlong was as it pressed up agains the fabric. I know my own dick tends to have a mind of its own, popping up unexpectedly in the most unnecessary situations. This guy must have been trying (unsuccessfully) to hide his erection and push it into a more secure place with his fingers. I did him the courtesy of pretending like I hadn't noticed anything.
A leaning tower of pizza boxes now rose from my hands as I shifted uncomfortably at the house I'd been sent to. The pants the pizza shop had given me were a couple sizes too small, basically clinging to my ass and lifting up my butt cheeks so that they looked especially round and pert. The delivery boy shirt, with the pizza place's triangular logo, was painted onto my body, exposing my arms and pecs in a way that must have looked funny. To add to all that, it was a late summer night and I was starting to sweat just from standing there.
Finally, the door opened a crack and a dude's face inched outward. He was probably in his mid-40s, sporting a scruffy beards and steely gray eyes. He smiled a huge smile when he saw the pile of pizza boxes I was hefting.
"Oh, you must be our order!" he said. "Come on in."
Now, I hadn't been expecting to go inside this person's house when I went out on this job, but the pizza store owner told me to do whatever the customers wanted to make them happy. That way, I was sure to get a big tip, and I definitely wanted a big tip. So I did what I thought was right and followed this stranger into his home.
It was pretty dark inside. Kinda smoky too. It sounded like there might be a party going on, with some low thumping electronic music that rumbled in my breast bone. As my eyes adjusted, I could start to make out guys in various places, mainly shirtless, sitting and standing around, a few of them dancing. There were also some funny kind of decorations on the walls, glowing images showing men dressed like police officers or sailors, riding motorcycles, all in these kind of lewd positions. A tickle crept into that part of my body just below my belly, a kind of weird feeling I'd never felt before. From somewhere in the darkness, I heard grunting and moaning.
"You got here just in time." The guy who opened the door took the pizza boxes from me. "We can't have a touch party without some snacks to keep people's spirits up."
He was wearing a pretty strange get-up, practically naked except some leather straps that ran across his exposed chest and abs, with a thong that barely covered his crotch. He was the type of dude who worked out a lot, his every muscle cut to the max. I wanted to ask him about his routine but he just kind of vanished, leaving me there alone, waiting for payment for the delivery.
In the room around me, there were some mattresses. At first I thought they might be for people who got too drunk and passed out but soon I saw two of the dancing guys move over and start making out on them. They were both really built, rubbing each other's nipples and caressing their bodies as they went at it. It made that funny feeling inside me start to grow.
Just then, somebody ran past me carrying a drink. Without even noticing, they bumped right into me and spilled skuzzy beer all over my shirt. It was awful. I peeled the damn thing off, worried that the pizza store owner was going to get mad and make me pay for cleaning it. Looking around, I tried to find a place where maybe I could set the clothing to dry, but my head was starting to feel a bit woozy. I think the smoke in the place----which smelled like some very dank weed----was getting to me.
Just then another guy, this one with a big bushy mustache, sat down on the edge of a table as he looked at the two dudes on the mattress and pulled out his cock. It was crazy! It was the biggest dick I'd ever seen in my life, a total mastodong, thick and meaty as a kielbasa, uncut and dripping with what looked like precum. I have to say, I was mesmerized watching him jack that insane trouser snake, my eyes glued to the sight. He noticed my attention and turned to me with a wink.
Look, I'm not the brightest bulb in the basket but things were starting to dawn on me. I know enough to recognize that I had stumbled across some kind of secret gay sex party here in my college town. It was honestly kind of a thrill to know that there was this subculture here in our sleepy little section of the world, even though as a straight dude it wasn't something I'd be participating in. But these gay guys sure knew how to live it up and I thought about how awesome it would be if chicks would be down to be part of some big public orgy like this.
Not knowing that I was completely straight, the masturbator was still looking at me, kind of motioning me over with his head as he rubbed the enormous head of his dick over and over. With my mouth open in surprise, I started to shout over the music, trying to explain that I appreciated his offer but I wasn't that type of guy when I stepped forward and slipped.
Somehow, I went shooting across the room, sliding on who knows what and tumbling down right in front of the king-kong-donged dude. In fact, my face landed directly in his lap and, with almost perfect bullseye accuracy, that humongous hog slid straight into my straight jock throat.
Gulp! Oh man, this was embarrassing. Not only had I infiltrated a gay sex orgy as a half-dressed pizza delivery dude, but now all of a sudden I had another guy's massive cock lodged as far into my mouth as possible. The meaty meat stick stretched out my lips, seeming to grow larger and thicker in my throat. Now, obviously this gay dude didn't want a straight boy slobbering on his dong and I was totally shame-faced to be making such a spectacle of myself.
"Could you please shift a little so I can get up off your dick?" I tried to say.
"Mffph phew pzz shffffaliddle soahcan gffttyrdck?" is what actually came out of my throat.
But either the guy couldn't hear me over the music or he was feeling just as stuck as me, because all he could do was wiggle a little as his super long schlong packed in and out of my gullet. It seemed like his cock might actually be too big to pull easily out from my dong-stuffed face. As he bucked his hips, his colossal nut sack slapped a few times against my chin. Needles to say, I was mortified, as no doubt he was too.
Luckily, there were a bunch of other gay dudes around, some of who had no doubt been in situations much like this before. Though I didn't understand what exactly needed to happen, I trusted that I was in good hands for getting myself free from this position, which must have looked hilarious to anyone else. It was actually kind of a relief when I felt my pizza delivery boy pants being taken off (those things were too tight anyhow) and my own ridonkulous hard-on spring free and slap my abs. Trapped there on all fours, my nose buried in some other guy's pubic hair, I felt a steady drizzle of pre-jizz juice leaking out of my cockhead.
My exposed ass cheeks next received a new sensation. Totally corked in the front, I couldn't turn my head but it was the unmistakable feeling of somebody else's tongue slipping across my tight straight hole. Looking, I'm no expert in anatomy but I was willing to go along with these smart gays. They probably knew some secret body stuff that us straight dudes weren't in on. It made sense if it had something to do with assholes.
"Oh man, that's amazing," I heard someone nearby say. A small slap rushed across my butt cheeks. "Keep going, dude, you're doing great."
It was genuinely nice to have some affirmations from those around that everything was going to be fine. I'll admit that it wasn't too bad to feel this titanic tool sitting so deep in my mouth. The pressure was intense but in kind of a good way. As the hard-cocked owner rocked back and forth, I felt warmth spreading from the top side of my body downward. The tongue on my butt was sending similar sensations through my tight puck and out into the rest of my frame.
Despite the excellent rimming, which was starting to penetrate deeper and deeper into my chute, the dong on my front wasn't coming loose. The gay dudes around me must have realized that because they decided to up the ante and try a different tactic. With a grunt, a cock was placed against my super-slick hole and began ever so gently to slide inside.
WOAH! This was definitely not what I had expected getting into this pizza delivery job but, then again, there was something about it all that made sense. Maybe being plugged from behind would help unlock whatever mechanism in my jaw was needed to get me off this jumbo-size hog. As the dick in my ass slid farther inside, I opened myself up to whatever was going to be necessary, even if it wasn't what I considered usual.
A drizzle of spit ran down my ass-crack as the guy thrusting inside me bottomed out. DANG! He must have had a pretty big dick himself since I could feel the ring of my ass getting stretched. Despite the complete gayness of what was occurring, I had to admit, it felt pretty good (even for a straight guy like me) to get plowed in the butt. There was something really soothing about getting filled up in the rear by a hard cock, to be totally subdued by another guy. I could see why these gay dudes liked it and it made me realize that it would probably help me get unstuck.
There were shouts and hollers all around me.
"Fuck! Look at him take it!"
"He's so fucking hot!"
"My turn next!"
Along with a bunch of other stuff I couldn't really hear since now I was surrendering myself to the deep donging that was happening to me from either side. The owner of the huge cock in my ass started trying to help me dislodge the oversize wang in my mouth, pounding me over and over in what must have been an effort to shake me loose. The whopping dick in my throat still wasn't coming unstuck but it was starting to tickle my tonsils as it went in and out of my face. Balls were slapping me from both ends and occasionally somebody ran their tongue over my hard nipples or placed a wet mouth of my dripping dick to catch some of my precum.
A huge explosion of spooge fired off into my ass as I felt the guy who had been fucking me shudder and shoot his wad. No sooner had he pulled out, though, than another colossal cock slid right into my straight virgin hole. This one felt even bigger than the previous one, its owner going nuts as he donged me silly. Within a few short minutes, he had jizzed as well, firing another dollop of man cream deep inside my crack.
It went on like that for a pretty long time, as dick after dick got slid inside me. Lost in a haze of amazing fucking, it took me a while to understand what these gay dudes were trying to tell me by running a train on me.
"You dummy!" I realized. "It's all about the nut."
By sending load after load into my tight jock ass, they were trying to show me that slick and slippery cum was the thing I was missing. If I could get the owner of giant schlong in my throat to bust, then he'd be able to slip out much easier.
Wasting no time, I threw myself full force into sucking cock, moving back and forth on that insanely thick meat in an effort to get it to fire a sticky glob of protein. It was actually pretty easy to move in rhythm with the various dudes banging the living daylights out of me. My work must have started to pay off. I could hear the guy stoppering my mouth start to breath heavily and he was soon thrusting into my throat with even more force.
"Jesus!" somebody said. "He's really getting into it!"
Pushing myself to my limits, I slipped that enormous morsel as far down my craw as I could and was rewarded. With a twitch and a groan, the cock in my throat grew just a tiny bit larger and seized up. Moaning like an animal, its owner started nutting down my gullet with a torrent of splooge. His ballac whapped me a few more times on each cheek as he fired salty spray into my straight jock boy mouth.
"UNGHHHH!" he called, doubling over with pleasure.
And just like that, I was free! The slippery slowly deflating dong slid away from my face. Smiling down at me, the mustache-sporting guy gave me another delighted wink. "That was incredible man."
As soon as I stood, a mouth went straight for my aching cock. Without even realizing how close I was to the edge, I came in one of the most explosive orgasms of my life. My brain lit up like a Christmas tree as my own nut disappeared down a gay dude's throat. Even though I'm straight, I'll admit that it was one of the best blowjobs of my life.
The party was still going on in full force all around us. Guys were now all over the mattresses, fucking and sucking and doing everything they could to one another. Something must have really turned them on. Maybe, I thought to myself, the pizza delivery had helped in some small way.
Wiping myself down, I found the house owner. He grinned at me from ear to ear and said he loved my performance. Handing me a huge wad of cash, he told me he'd definitely be using my services again. I beamed! Even though it had been embarrassing there for a moment, I felt like I had done well. The owner of the pizza store was going to be so happy when I told him what happened.
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