Revenge? - Sex Stories

Revenge?

... turned to face the three hosts. Each of them were happily eating the pizza he had delivered. He was mesmerized by how their impressive cocks swung and bobbed with their movements. Clearing his throat, he regained some composure and said, "As I've said, it's already been paid for-"

"How're you gonna get back to work without your shoes on?" Interrupted Jeremy. The others chuckled.

"Thanks for the generous tips," continued the pizza boy, "But I think I've already lost my job by now, so..." He trailed off as he began to unbutton his pants.

The three hosts exchanged a brief glance akin to 'Shall we?' and all gave their version of a shrug in agreement, noting how unwaveringly erect they all were. By the time their private wordless conversation was over, they turned to the enticing sight of a winking hole over bare feet. The delivery boy, now on his knees and elbows, swaying his hips left to right, didn't even look back at them when he added in his most sultry voice, "I'd like to get paid in full, please"

After the three men hooted in praise of the smooth inviting hole, Drew tapped Mike on the chest with the back of his left hand and signaled for all 3 of them to move back to the couch. Curious about their footsteps getting further, the delivery boy looked over his shoulder to find them out of sight.

His thoughts of panic started to infiltrate his calm once again. He looked down at his clothes and shoes and wondered at his vulnerable position. Turning towards the ...

... living room for another curious glance thinking, 'Should I get out of here?', he was relieved to spot his hosts on the sofa.

"Over here, slut." Beckoned one of them from their seat. The pizza delivery boy left his clothes where they were, piled on the floor by the counter, and walked to the living room. There, seated on an L-shaped sectional were the three men. Naked. Hard. Awaiting service.

The delivery boy sat on Jeremy's lap in the middle. Seated on Jeremy's left leg, the boy cradled Jeremy's balls in his left hand, the shaft resting across the full length of his forearm. Jeremy's cock twitched with the light squeeze. That's the last moment the pizza delivery boy remembers with clarity.

The rest was little snippets of moments. It was hard to retain too much of what was going on. This was sensory overload for the delivery boy. It was blissful.

It wasn't until after all three men had reached climax and kept going that the delivery boy realized they must have all taken some 'performance enhancer'. While he had energy and they were being respectful, he thought he'd play it out. Either he would wear out or the pills would, so what the hell, why not?

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"Unf. I don't think I've ever had such a good slut before. " Jeremy said in between breaths and strokes. His torso and balls causing a light smack every time he plunged into the boy's hole.

"No doubt. No doubt." Replied Mike, taking aim for the boy's mouth once again with his cock. The boy lay limp in a ...