After my experience on the nature trail, something had changed in me. I no longer felt uncertain about my sexuality. Whilst I didn't consider myself gay, I knew that no conventional straight experience could ever excite me nearly as much as my last two encounters had. Though they had been relatively tame and no actual sex had been involved, I knew deep down that I needed to push myself further and see what I was capable of. Little did I know I would get my chance sooner than I thought.
At the time I was working as a delivery driver at local takeaway. It helped pay the bills and it was the only work I was able to fit around my university schedule. It was easy work and almost all of our regulars tipped well. All except one guy.
This particular customer was a guy named Paul. He lived in a very wealthy part of the neighbourhood in a giant modern house and never paid a cent over the cost of his food. He was your typical middle aged finance worker type. A bit over weight, greying hair and the kind of attitude that made it clear he thought everybody was beneath him.
Whenever I delivered to him he always insisted that I call his phone to announce my arrival so that he could buzz me though his security gate, making sure to drag out the phone call in some kind of weird power-play. Once I got up there he'd make some big fuss about the food being late (it never was), and use that as an excuse to not tip. To make things worse, he always requested me specifically as the driver, like he had some strange vendetta against me. None of the other drivers wanted to deal with him so that was fine by them.
On this particular night we were a few minutes from closing up the shop. It had been a long shift and I was ready to clock of and head home. I was just about ready to leave when the phone rang. My manager took the call and once he hung up told me that we had one last delivery. No surprise, it was Paul. I was a pretty annoyed at the lateness of the call and that my manager had accepted the delivery, but he told me that he'd prepaid with credit card so I wouldn't need to come back to the store to cash out, I could just take it on my way home. Seeing no way out I sat back while the kitchen staff put together his order.
Once it was ready I made my way out to the back parking lot preparing myself for the same standard ordeal that comes with delivering to him. That was when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Taking it out to look at the screen I saw a message displayed.
"How'd you like to make a tip for once?", the message read.
I was momentarily confused before realising that this message must have come from Paul. Of course he had my number, he made me call him from my phone every time that I delivered to him, but he had never messaged me before. I didn't think anything of it at that moment. Customers occasionally made the odd request for us to pick up something from the shops for them; milk, a packet of cigarettes or something of the like. It's something I was always happy to do as they usually tipped generously for the service. Bearing this in mind I typed out my reply.
"Sure, what do you need?", and hit send.
Climbing in my car, I started making my way towards his street knowing I'd pass a few shops as I got closer. Then the second text buzzed in my pocket. I parked my car to the side of the road, pulled my phone out and opened Paul's message.
"How much you earn will depend on what you're willing to do", it read.
I had no idea what to make of this. Why doesn't he just tell me what on earth he wants?
I wrote back my reply, "What do you mean? Do you need to pick something up?"
His next few messages came through quickly, one after the other. I could see the little icon showing he was typing so I just sat there and watched them flash across my screen.
"No", his first message read. "In fact I need you to drop something off."
Then came the message that made my heart stop in my chest. "When you arrive at my door, I want you standing there with the food, and NOTHING else."
He let that message hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "I want you butt naked on my door step like a good little delivery bitch. Then you will earn your tip. If you can't do that then don't bother coming. If you can, then get here now. The gate is unlocked."
And just like that, my heart was pounding again. I had never considered in a million years that this was what he had in mind. Images started racing through my head. Images of me walking up the long winding steps to his front door. Walking up naked.
It didn't take me long to make my decision. This is what I had been yearning for, this excitement, and it was in my grasp. I decided that I wouldn't reply. Maybe he would think that I was refusing his offer. He would soon find out how wrong he was.
Pulling out from the curb I accelerated towards his street. I a few short minutes I was parking my car opposite his front gate. True to his word, I could see that it was slightly ajar.
Paul's house, like every house on his side of the street, sat at the top of a steep slope. At street level there was a hight concrete wall, broken only by a single pedestrian gate set in the middle. Once through the gate you were faced with a long winding set of stairs that snaked their way up the slope towards his front door that sat on the left side of the house. The front face of the house was made up almost entirely of glass, giving anyone inside an unobstructed view over the tops of the houses across the street.
It was at the bottom of these stairs that I found myself. Closing the gate behind me I heard it softly latch, locking into place. I steadied my breathing and prepared myself for what I was about to do. I gently lowered the bag of food that I was carrying to the floor. Looking up at the winding staircase ahead of me I realised that as I walked up the first flight I would be above the level of the concrete wall for the remaining two flights. It was fairly well lit and this would give anyone who happened to glance up that way a clear and unobstructed view of me. The sensible thing would be to wait until I was at the top and around the corner before undressing. But I wasn't feeling sensible in that moment.
Not wanting to give myself the chance to second guess my decision, I quickly shed my clothes. In a few short seconds I was standing completely stark naked at the base of the stairs. Bundling up my clothes in a pile, I tossed them into the nearby bushes. I let the sensation wash over me for a minute. I could feel the cool night air dancing across my skin, raising goose bumps across my body. I ran my hands over my completely smooth crotch, feeling my little cock and balls bounce a little as I brushed them.
Deciding that I had waited long enough, I picked up the food bag and made my way up the stairs. Each step forward took me higher above the wall and into the line of sight of the street below. I wondered what someone would think if they passed by and looked up to see my pale naked body climbing the stairs.
As I climbed higher I started to wonder to myself how I should be standing when he opened the door. Should I be covering myself? Should I stand with my hands behind my back? Should I kneel? I felt a sudden twinge in my cock as I thought of the that last one.
Before long I found my self at the top of the steps and as always, slightly out of breath. Taking a moment to catch my breath, telling myself that it was already too late to back out, I reached out and knocked twice.
Holding my breath with anticipation I realised I could hear my own heart pounding in my chest. Any second now the door would swing open and this man would be faced with me standing there completely naked on his doorstep. With a sudden surge of adrenaline I heard the latch turning on the other side of the door before it slowly swung open, bathing me in light.
The look on Paul's face was initially one of surprise, but this was quickly wiped and replaced with a deep and lecherous leer.
"Well fuck me. I didn't think you'd actually do it", he sneered. He let that hang in the air for a second before continuing, "Well, better get you inside and take a proper look then."
Opening the door wider, he beckoned for me to enter. I stepped in slowly, feeling the cold marble against my bare feet. Instinctively looking around for somewhere to place the food I hear him say behind me, "Just put that down on the floor. Doesn't matter where."
I obediently complied, making sure to bend at the waist while I lowed the food bag, causing my little cock and balls to momentarily hang between my legs. Standing straight I turned to face him. I realised that my legs were trembling slightly with a mix of nerves and anticipation, and judging by the look on his face this amused him greatly. He was staring intently at my body, drinking in every inch. His eyes traced a path down from my face, along my chest, pausing briefly to smirk at my tiny hairless cock, before finishing at my bare feet.
"So", he said, slowly pacing across his floor staring at me, "You've decided to take me up on my offer. I had't expected to you to be so compliant. I've gotten tired of seeing you here every week fully dressed. It's nice to see you wearing something more appropriate for a little delivery bitch." He looked into my eyes long and hard before asking, "You are a bitch...aren't you?"
