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Late Delivery

Pete, a slightly overweight, sandy-haired 34 year old office manager was hungry so he was trying a pizza place he had never heard of, but had a coupon for. He paced impatiently, after they were significantly late.

Pete answered the door, and the pizza guy was standing there with a stupid grin on his face, over an hour after he was supposed to be there. He was a younger guy with brown hair, decently built, but he was wearing a tee shirt and shorts that seemed way too small for him. Sweat soaked his shirt and shorts, it was disgusting.

“That’ll be fifteen dollars.” The delivery guy said, still with a shit-eating grin on his face. He stank of body odor too.

“Here’s a twenty, and I want my change, since I called for that pizza over 2 hours ago.” replied Pete, more than a little upset about having to wait this long, and the offensive smell and appearance of this delivery driver. He set the pizza aside and waited for his change.

The guy took the twenty and as he was reaching for change he said “Aw, man. Why do you have to be stingy like that?”

Now Pete was getting pissed. “I’m really hungry, and now I’m losing my appetite because you smell, if you have to know!” replied Pete as he reached for the 5 dollars change in the driver’s hand.

The guy dropped the money on the ground. “Oops.” He said in a sarcastic tone, his grin stretching wider across his pimpled face.

“Asshole!” said Pete as he bent down to retrieve the sweat soaked bill. Once his face was at crotch-level with the driver, he noticed the smell of the man’s junk through his shorts. Holy shit, the smell was overwhelming. He must have been sitting in his car all day, sweating. He also noticed just how large a bulge the man had. It looked like he was half hard, with his dick poking down his leg, just barely contained by the shorts. He wondered how big it would be hard. Wait, what the fuck? Why was he still kneeling down, staring at this guy’s crotch?

Pete watched the pizza guy walk to a camouflage jeep and drive away. He felt silly when he realized he had not moved since getting a whiff of the delivery guy’s sweaty junk. When he stood up, he felt his throbbing cock pressing against the inside of his pants. What was that about? He blushed, and quickly returned to his tv show, trying to simply dismiss the lingering thoughts about the man’s sweaty, bulging cock and balls a few inches from his face.

After some pizza and a couple of shows, he went up to bed. He undressed, and threw his money and keys onto his dresser. He pulled out the fiver the delivery guy gave him. He noticed the bill was still damp and reeking of the delivery guy. Without thinking, he brought it up to his nose and took a whiff. The man’s stink filled his nostrils. His hand went down to his hardening six inch cock. It should have been disgusting, but something about the smell was making him hornier than hell. He tried to think about pussy, about the girls he had fucked in the past, but those thoughts and images kept being replaced with the pizza guy’s sweaty cock, half hard in his little shorts. He held the bill over his nose, and slowly jacked himself until he exploded in an amazing orgasm.

After lying there for a moment, he cleaned himself off, and tried not to think about the fact that he had just jacked off thinking about a guy’s junk. He had never thought about men while masturbating before, but he realized that he wasn’t thinking about men, or even about the delivery guy. It was the cock that was barely covered by sweat soaked shorts that he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about...and the smell. Jesus fuck the smell. The smell still emanated from the bill, and continued to make it hard for him to think clearly. He walked over and threw it on the dresser, disgusted with the whole ordeal.

The next day when he was dressing for work, he picked up his money and without thinking smelled the fiver. He felt what could only be described as disappointment when the pizza guy’s stink could only be faintly detected on the bill. He shook his head and tried to dismiss those thoughts as he slipped his money into his pocket. He resisted the urge to grasp his hardening cock through his pants. No, he was straight, there would not be a repeat of the night before. Besides, he had to get to work.

Later that night at home, Pete decided he didn’t want to cook again. He pulled out his money to see which kind of food he could afford, and caught the tiniest whiff of the pizza guy’s stink on the bill. His cock hardened in his pants as his hands seemed to take over on their own, dialing the pizza place from the night before.

Over an hour later than the ETA for the pizza, the knock came at Pete’s door. Why the fuck did he call these guys again? They can’t seem to be on time! Pete was very angry as he pulled the door open. Standing there was the same grinning delivery guy from the night before, wearing a wife-beater shirt and little shorts that were way too small. His musk was so strong it felt like it hit Pete in the face. His cock stiffened in his pants as his eyes were drawn to the man’s bulging crotch, soaked with sweat. His anger melted as he lost his train of thought, his eyes drawn to the man’s cock almost poking out from the leg of the shorts.

“That’ll be 15 dollars.” the pizza guy’s words were hard to follow. Pete could barely think, as he stared at the man’s barely shrouded cock. He nodded numbly as he set the pizza aside. He pulled out the 15 dollars, a ten and the fiver from the night before.

“What? No tip again?”

“Uh...” Pete stammered. Why was he mad again? He reached into his pocket and realized he didn’t have any more cash. “I’m sorry, I don’t have anything else.”

“That’s okay,” The man grinned wider.

Pete was having trouble focusing on anything. The pizza guy’s smell was overpowering, and he couldn’t take his eyes off the man’s sweaty crotch. “It is?” He was confused.

“Yea, I know something else you can do for me.” “Something that will make us both happy.” He stepped closer to Pete, who reflexively backed away into his house. The man came in and closed the door behind him. The guy’s stink became almost suffocating.

“I...I don’t know what you mean.” Pete couldn’t summon the will to simply tell the guy to leave. The smell was getting in his head somehow. This wasn’t right. Why couldn’t he stand up to him? He could only muster a weak “I..I’m straight.”

The pizza guy laughed harder. “Really? Look me in the eye and tell me you are straight. I say you want to suck my dick, faggot.”

Pete couldn’t seem to tear his eyes from the man’s bulge. Any denial died in his mouth, he just blushed in shame. He opened his mouth and could taste the musk in the air, and his mouth watered.

“I know you want to. Your faggot prick is hard as a rock just thinking about it.” He reached out and grabbed the bulge in Pete’s pants. He gasped at the touch and his knees went weak. He leaned against the pizza guy and moaned involuntarily.

“Yea, just look at you. You’re leaking.” the pizza guy laughed as he freed Pete’s cock from it’s cotton prison. Pete just moaned, his head swimming. He felt the firm hand jack his cock a few times, then he was led by his cock into the living room and sat down on the couch. The pizza guy’s sweaty crotch was right in his face. The man’s masculine musk filled his senses, filled his mind. He saw his hands reach up and pull down the tiny shorts. A huge uncut cock sprang into view. The smell of sweaty balls and urine coming from the cock was pungent. It should have been disgusting, but he leaned until his nose was buried in the sweaty hairy crotch. He breathed in a few times, the sheer masculinity of the stink was somehow the most erotic thing he had experienced.

The beautiful cock in front of his finally stiffened all the way to ten inches long. Pete watched in fascination as the foreskin rolled back and revealed a swollen purple head. A bead of precum welled up in his piss slit.

“Open your mouth.” came the stern command. His mouth slacked open, and accepted it’s large invader. He could taste sweat, cum, and urine, but it was wonderful. His hand went down to his own leaking cock and began to jack himself as he bobbed his head on the wonderful penis.

“There you go. I knew we could work something out.” came the soothing voice in his ear. The cock started thrusting harder and faster into his mouth, and he jerked his cock faster. After a minute or two, the pizza guy shouted. “Oh yea, here it comes, faggot.”

Pete was practically oblivious, frantically jerking off by now, but could not quite push himself over the edge. He felt strong hands on his grab his head, and the cock thrusted to the back of his throat. He felt the tip swell, pull back a little and then blast jet after jet of cum into his waiting mouth. He pulled his cock out of Pete’s mouth and jerked the last few blasts all over his face. Its taste was like honey on his tongue. He swallowed it all greedily.

“oooh” moaned Pete. He spasmed, his hand almost a blur on his cock. He was fully in the throes of the most amazing orgasm, as his own cock erupted and sprayed cum all over his crotch and belly.

Now that he had orgasmed, he was immediately disgusted with himself. He watched as the pizza guy went over to the pizza and grabbed a slice. “You don’t mind, right? I worked up a pretty good appetite there, and I already fed you.” He grinned as he chewed. Pete couldn’t summon the will to stop him. He wasn’t hungry now anyway. He was basically in a daze, the wonderful cum having much the same effect on him as the musk did, making it hard to even form a coherent thought. He could only feel a combination of disgust at himself for what just happened, but also feel disgust at how much he had enjoyed it.

Pete woke up some hours later. He must have passed out. He stood up, and realized he was still covered in cum. He wiped the cum off his face with his shirt and threw it aside on the couch. He was hungry again. He had a slice of pizza, but it just didn’t taste very good, and seemed to do nothing to help his hunger.

“No. No. No.” he mumbled to himself, as he walked back to the couch and grabbed the shirt. He licked the cum from the shirt until all of the pizza guy’s cum was in his belly. He couldn’t seem to stop, and ate all of his own cum that was still on his belly and crotch. It wasn’t nearly as good, but it didn’t seem to matter.

His hunger finally satiated, he went to bed, and tried to forget all about the events of the night.

The next day at lunch, he tried to eat his sandwich, but he just didn’t like it. He was hungry, but nothing seemed to be appetizing. Nothing that is, until he had a gross thought. He tried to resist, he really did, but he found himself in the bathroom stall just the same. He pulled out his already leaking cock, his mind filled with images of sucking cock and eating cum. He rubbed his thumb over his leaking pee slit and brought a drop of pre-cum up to his waiting mouth. It was delicious. He jerked off frantically and was rewarded with a splatter of cum in his hand, which he greedily sucked down in a couple of seconds.

Once he was done, he again was horrified and disgusted with what he had just done. It was made worse when he thought about how the taste wasn’t nearly as good as the pizza guy’s, and he was still hungry.

That night, he got home and his belly ached with hunger. He couldn’t stop himself from dialing the same pizza place. When he heard the knock on his door, two hours late, he ran over to the door, and yanked it open as fast as he could.

“That’s fifteen dollars.” said some skinny blonde guy he had never seen before. He felt disappointment. His eyes were immediately drawn to the guy’s crotch, but he could only faintly make out the bulge of the guy’s cock. He pulled out his money and without thinking, he dropped the twenty on the ground. He kneeled down to pick it up, his face a few inches from this new guy’s crotch. He took a deep whiff, smelling the masculinity emanating from the man’s junk. He realized it wasn’t as good as the guy from the night before, but his cock jumped to attention just the same. He groaned and took another whiff.

“What the fuck are you doing?” the guy’s voice broke into Pete’s thoughts of licking cocks and drinking cum.

“uh..um...nothing” stammered Pete.

“You look like you are smelling my crotch, dude.” the guy pushed him back through the door and he landed on his ass in the house. “What are you some kind of sick faggot? You like smelling guy’s crotches?” demanded the skinny blonde guy.

“No way, man. I..I’m straight.” he finally was able to say.

“No way, I see the tent you are pitching. You were getting off smelling my crotch. Right faggot?”

Pete couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Well? Do you want to suck my dick, or what?” said the guy as he came in and stood over Pete, closing the door behind him. It was as if he said the magic words. Pete’s hands flew to undo his pants. He pulled out the guy’s impressive sized larger than average cock and jerked it to hardness.

“That’s right, faggot. You just wanted a belly full of cum, that’s all.” he laughed. Pete wrapped his lips around the tip of the man’s cock and rolled his tongue all around the head, savoring the taste of sweat and faint traces of cum and piss. He jerked the man’s powerful manhood as he sucked and bobbed his head on the end. His efforts were quickly rewarded with a blast of gooey cum in his mouth.

“Oh yea, take it all, boy.” he laughed as Pete hungrily swallowed every drop of cum that came out of the spasming cock. Pete moaned with the cock still in his mouth. His hips spasmed back and forth as a dark spot spread across the crotch of his pants. The guy laughed and said Pete could keep the money as he left.

By lunch the next day, he was again starving and this time he didn’t even try to eat his lunch. The small splatter of cum he was rewarded with after a quick jerk off session did not seem to put a dent in his hunger. He heard the bathroom door open. He watched under the stall as the feet went over to the urinal. He opened the door and approached the man, who was a janitor, slowly. He waited for the man to finish pissing. He could not believe what he was about to say.

“Excuse me. I was wondering. Um... could I suck your dick?” He asked, unable to look up into the janitor’s shocked face. His cheeks blushed with embarrassment.

The janitor was shocked for a moment, but smiled. “What’s that?”

“I said, can I suck your dick?” Pete said, not believing that he was really doing this.

“Ask me nicely.” The janitor grinned.

Pete groaned. “Please? I need it.”

“You need what?” came the smug reply.

“Please, can I suck your dick, I need it.” Pete was practically whining and begging.

“Oh, okay, since you need it.” laughed the janitor. Pete was on his knees before he knew it, and his lips were quickly around the man’s sweaty cock. He brought him to orgasm in what had to be record time. He greedily sucked down the cum.

“You’re welcome, sweety.” laughed the janitor as he put his cock away and left.

That night, Pete knew which pizza place he was calling, and he knew to ask for the guy in the camo jeep. When the jeep pulled up, he watched as the pizza guy and three other guys got out of the car. Pete was all the sudden happy, he didn’t think he would go hungry tonight. He didn’t even notice that none of them were carrying pizza.