Revenge? - Sex Stories

Revenge?

... stepping towards the counter. 'What is going on here?' he thought, 'Wait. I don't want to know. I have to get back to work. Keep it together.'

Setting the delivery bag on the stool in front of him, he became aware of the squishy sounds coming from the sofa, not synchronized with the porn on screen. As he reached for the velcro flap securing the pizzas inside, he realized he had placed the bag at the same level as the man's haphazardly hidden erection, and fumbled to get the pizzas out. Looking up at the robe-clad man's face, he offered a smile that revealed confusion.

"Let me get you a tip for your trouble," the man offered courteously. Straightening, the delivery guy glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the screen, the backs of two heads visible from this angle, each still occupied with their entertainment, then looked back at the robe-clad man and shook his head in protest, his gaze dropping lower with every shake of his head. "Yo you guys hungry?" the man called over to the others, to which they murmured some form of no.

Catching his own gaze fall upon the half hidden cock once again, he tried to maintain eye contact while the man acknowledged and smiled knowingly. The man bit his lip and his eyes beckoned the delivery guy to the floor by the stool then reestablished eye contact. 'Fuck it, here it goes,' the delivery guy thought to himself. With that, kneeling, he was moving a hand up the inside of a draped thigh towards the veiled cock which tented the ...

... robe's silk towards his left shoulder.

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"Yo where's that pizza at?" Jeremy asked from his seat on the couch.

"Where's the birthday girl? I need some attention," added Mike with an air of defeat.

Without hearing a response, both stood up and turned towards the kitchen, catching sight of someone on their knees slobbering on the side of Drew's dick while his head was thrown back. On the counter beside them lay the pizza in question, the bag still seated and looking deflated on the stool nearby. Mike and Jeremy shared a wordless agreement and walked to join them in the kitchen.

Stepping quietly, Jeremy headed straight for the pizza on the counter; Mike, towards Drew and his unknown guest. Taking a slice, Jeremy unceremoniously swiped the delivery bag off the stool and set himself on it, spreading his legs towards the entertainment, his cock bobbing as he took a bite of his slice. Simultaneous with that noisy entrance, Mike stood about an arm's length to Drew's right, scoping out the situation.

Hearing the newcomers, the person on their knees stopped slurping. In momentary shock, he looked around at the three men, assessing the situation. 'Three hard cocks, all swinging heavy. Three fit men. Hanging out?' his anxiety was through the roof, 'I'm definitely losing this job...' The three men all shared an awkward laugh, easing his own heart rate.

Mike noticed the pizza delivery uniform the person had on and finally put the pieces together, "That ain't Trish" he ...