"I'm talking to both of you, actually."
From Create Your Own Story
The two men smile at each other, and then come closer to you. The Italian stands behind you, pressing himself against you, and there's no mistaking the hardness that presses against your ass through his brown polyester uniform. The gray haired delivery man stands just in front of you, and leans in.
"A lot of boys like you, they have delivery man fantasies," he says, and you grin at him. He reaches his hand forward, cupping your crotch for a brief moment in the dim bar. He squeezes your dick, noticing you're already mostly hard.
He nods. "I thought so. Our trucks are in the parking lot," he says.
"There are private rooms at the Midtown Spa, too," the Italian says into your ear.
You say...
