The next evening after I got home from work, I rang Toby's phone to tell him I couldn't make our hike next weekend because of a mandatory work seminar of some sort. He expressed his disappointment. "Dang, boss, I was looking forward to another visit from the purple people pleaser."
"Gonna have to postpone that visit, scout." I tingled all over thinking of that last one. "Purple prick is on hiatus. But I'll tell you what. Why don't you come over to my place for pizza on Thursday after work? You can have your pie, and eat it, too," I paused. "But there's one special stipulation, hoss. You have to meet the delivery guy at the door to pay him completely nude. No hiding or shyness."
A long silence ensued. "But, bossman, er...but, uumm...er," Toby stammered, "er...my sack..."
"It's a yes or no answer, Toby," I said in my sternest dom voice. "Whadd'll it be?"
Another silence. I waited him out. "Yes," he whispered. "What? I couldn't hear that."
"Yes," he declared more clearly. "Good man! I'll see you Thursday around six."
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Toby rolled in driving his snazzy sportscar right on time. He came in and kissed me, looking like he was about to be ambushed. "You sure about this, Jace?' he asked hopefully, sure I had changed my mind.
"I'm sure. Strip," and he did, much to my delight. He seemed nervous, though, and his cock remained limp. Eyeing him lustily, I phoned in an order for a couple of pizzas with various toppings to be delivered to my door. I thought Toby's prick shriveled a bit more as I spoke, but he still looked amazing.
His sea-colored eyes pleaded with me to relent. I acted like I hadn't noticed and busied myself getting down glasses for iced tea and prepping the coffee to brew later. Waiting for that ding-dong doorbell.
Toby was, too, but not with the anticipation I was. "Sit," I told him, pushing him down on the couch. "Relax a little. You're stiffer than six broom handles, and I don't mean your manpleaser," I teased, fondling said manpleaser. No response.
I attempted to make small talk, but Toby remained stubbornly curt, unyielding in his anxiousness. After what seemed like an eternity, the inevitable ding-dong sent a bolt of panic through Toby. He looked at me with startled, unbelieving eyes. "Showtime," I announced unnecessarily. "You've got this, poet. You look beautiful," I encouraged, trying to boost his confidence.
I fished money from my wallet and tucked it into his clenched, sweaty fist. The doorbell chimed again. I slapped his asscheek to urge him on his way. He started, then bolted, evidently wanting to get it over with since he saw no escape.
"Remember, no hiding or shyness," I reminded him, calling after his retreating form. I saw him pause and take a deep breath, then he jerked the door open and stood there almost proudly, I thought.
The delivery guy started, "Got a couple pizzas for..." and he trailed off as he got a good look at his door greeter. He stepped back a little, stunned at the sight before him. "I...ulp...er...." Helplessly, his eyes moved to Toby's shaved crop circles and his abundant chest fur, dropping slowly to take in Toby's stubbled pubes and his stretched scrotum.
Toby still wore his ball weight, and the guy's eyebrows almost lifted off his head as he ogled Toby's hairy ball tufts that sprigged wildly. He lingered in his perusal of Toby's jaunty blue bow I had tied on last weekend.
They stood in a frozen tableau for several beats, the delivery guy blushing and stammering. "Er, look, I didn't mean to interrupt...ulp...but...pizzas...." He seemed incapable of coherent speech as he indicated the pizza boxes he still held.
"How much do we owe you?" Toby managed in a clear, calm voice. "Er...gulp...I..." Toby stepped forward and tucked the bills in the fellow's shirt pocket. The delivery guy shifted back, but Toby managed to wrest the pizzas from him before the guy dropped them. "Thanks, man." Toby said politely. "See you again soon!"
The delivery guy sputtered and ogled Toby one last time, then turned away and stumbled back to his vehicle. Toby closed the door then and came to me, red-faced, no, make that red-bodied with embarrassment, but he was holding in his laughter at the same time.
"Did you see him, boss?" Toby set the pizza boxes down on the table. "I actually saw him lick his lips when he saw these," Toby's finger circled his shaved nipples. "That was incredibly awesome!"
We giggled over the expressions that had crossed the guy's face, and Toby seemed proud he had given him both a shock and a thrill. I kissed him to let him know how proud I was of him. Then we plopped down at the table, Toby still nude, to enjoy our special-delivery pizza supper.
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As we ate, still laughing in spurts, Toby glanced up at the big picture behind the table. "Nice print," he nodded at it absently, reaching to take another slice of pizza. He had just taken a big bite, when, suddenly, he lurched to his feet, knocking the table and causing our tea glasses to teeter and slosh. The condiment caddy I kept on the table chattered its way to the edge of the table, but I managed to grab it before it fell and shattered.
"Ummph!" Toby tried to speak around a mouthful of cheese and pepperoni, pointing at the picture in confusion, surprise, and, maybe, dismay. "Wha...where...who...." He finally managed to swallow the offending lump, gulping, still pointing. "Who is that?"
