Get dressed and ask the delivery stud to take you home now.
From Create Your Own Story
You've had enough, even though you're rock hard and the room smells like sex and sweat, it's getting to be too much in here.
It takes you a little while to get your clothes picked up, and to clean yourself up a bit in the sink a little, but when you're ready to get dressed - between sneaking glances at the other men fucking around in the bathroom - you notice the Italian delivery stud has followed suit.
"Come on, I'm done," the hairy Italian says, and grins at you. He finds his pants, stepping into them and tossing his shirt over his shoulder. You slowly tug on your clothes, pulling your pants over your hard dick. You really want to blow your wad, but you guess it wasn't in the cards here. You wince at the sensation of your hard cock in your jeans, and your face is still a bit sticky. You follow him out of the bathrooms, and he slaps a hand on your shoulder.
"Wish I could have fucked my seed in you," he says. "But maybe another night, eh?"
You blush. Your dick throbs in your jeans.
Once you get into the delivery truck, the Italian throws his shirt into the back, not bothering to put it on, and you can't help but admire his wide hairy chest, damp with sweat.
"Damn, pig," he says, grinning at you. "You might just be my new favorite toy. Tell me where you live, and I'll drive you home. And maybe I'll drop by every now and then and bring you back here for more good times."
You blush even redder, but tell him where you live. He drives you home - you grip the leather strap and stand, feeling your dick throb - and when he stops in front of your home, he surprises you by grabbing you around the waist and tugging you against him. You fall into his lap more or less, and he presses your face into his hairy chest, which is still wet with sweat. You can't help yourself, you lick it.
"You didn't get off yet," he growls, and you moan piteously.
He laughs, and tugs your face to his arm-pit, which you lick furiously, loving the taste and smell of him. His free hand reaches down the back of your jeans and his rough finger penetrates your hole, making you squirm on his lap. He finger fucks you rough, and you feel your load finally release in your jeans while you press your face into his arm-pit.
He removes his hand, and you stand up, shaken, a wet spot forming in the front of your jeans.
"G'night, boy," he says, and you climb out of the delivery van.
"See you later," he says, and drives off.
Best birthday ever.
(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
