This is my first time ever writing a story, and it's basically all true with name changes. There's at least one more part to it (I had no idea how easily these things can get so long). If there's any interest I may release the second part. This happened awhile ago, but this sub's got me thinking bout one of my old coworkers. Also, I'm sure it's a fetish but this doesn't actually have to do with me delivering pizzas.
Some background first:
I worked a pizza delivery job at the jersey shore every summer during college. It was kinda awesome. The pay was great and my grandparents had a second floor beach house there. So long as I kept their place nice and didn't mind being forced to sleep wherever I could find when family visited I could live there rent free. So, about half the time I was sleeping on a couch, waiting for aunts and uncles and cousins to go to sleep, and the other half I had the place completely to myself. One weekend the summer after my junior year I had the place to myself with the caveat that both of the neighbors (who have known my grandparents and me my whole life and one of whom complains about everything) were also in town, and a family with kids had rented the place underneath my grandparents'.
My best friend the whole time I delivered was Jack. Jack was a cook who'd worked at the pizza place since he was a kid. He was technically a "local" but his parents' place was a 45 minute drive away so he lived in a complex attached to the pizza place, with a couple foreign workers, a muslim pervert, and Tim, who'd worked there nearly as long as Jack and was a year ahead of me. It was a pretty shitty place, with no a/c and just a general smell of pizza and fish (a seafood restaurant was next door).
And because sex later: I was 21 about 6'2, thick long brown hair and was probably the fittest I've ever been that summer. Tim was a year ahead of me and a good 5 inches shorter than me, but he was fuckin ripped.
And Jack—well first of all Jack has the cutest and fucking sexiest grin I've ever seen. He's about a year younger than me with short blonde hair and a tongue ring. He was kinda lanky at 5'11, but he was just so cocky that you never really noticed. He had every waitress wrapped around his finger. The only reason he wasn't drowning in pussy is because he'd been banned from fucking any more waitresses (the last apparently didn't end well) and with the hours he worked he didn't have much time to date. We became super close very quickly, and it didn't take me long to learn that his cockiness was mostly an act. But I gotta admit whenever he turned his grin on me I'd kinda melt, and he knew it. It didn't help that it usually came right before he suggested another beer or shot or bong rip.
Jack was also the first coworker I came out to my second summer there, and honestly I was kinda worried about how a working class Jersey boy would take it. But it couldn't have gone better—he had no problem or hang ups about it and was super supportive. By the end of the summer he'd actually told me about having a threesome with Nick, one of his buddies I'd met, and told me straight up that he'd want to try messing around with me, but he'd never ask me to. I'd started dating a guy that semester (who I dated for two more years after this stuff happened) and he knew I'd never start anything, but he also knew there was no I would say no if he asked me with that grin.
Anyhoo, the Thursday before that weekend Jack asked me if I'd have my place to myself. Basically whenever Jack could chill with me he did—he worked six days a week and loved getting out of his hot, shitty cabin. We'd play smash brothers and mario kart, drink and smoke and relax, he'd often spend the night in an extra bed cause I wasn't begrudging him the a/c. That weekend he was having some friends from home (Nick who I'd met and he'd had threesome with and another kid Chris) over to go to a party at some chick's place, and he wanted to know if they could pregame at my place and I could join. He figured we'd go to the party at 11, and I said it was fine except we have to be quiet for the people underneath me and the noisy neighbors (I was pretty adamant about there being no reason for my grandparents to regret having me stay there), which he said was no problem.
So, 10:00 roles around when I hear my door thudding and open it to Jack holding a case of beer on his shoulder and a handle of fireball. Tim followed him, then Nick who's kinda an averagely attractive nerd personified, then a guy who was already stoned out of his mind and his gf (never caught their names, made out the whole time they were there), then Chris. Chris was a big guy—he was as tall as me but probably had 25 pounds on me and was built like a tank. He was also a big personality, giving me a bro hug (he reeked of axe) when Jack introduced us and was the first to call for shots.
We played drinking games and smoked and by 11 we were all pretty hammered. Nick knew the girl hosting the party, and he was texting her to find out the address. By 11:30 she got back to him that they couldn't host and asked if they could come to us. When I found out there were 6 chicks and three of their boyfriends I said no way—my place was already crowded with 6 people drinking in it, 15 would feel like a rager. I could tell they were all disappointed, especially Jack who didn't really have any other options for his friends. They couldn't party at the pizza shack apartment, and Tim quickly found out his latest fuck bud's parents were home and so they couldn't use her massive house. I told them they're all welcome to stay as long as they wanted but I wouldn't have another 9 people over. While Jack was trying to figure out with his friends what to do the random couple just kinda left (nick apologized for bringing him, apparently he'd had some h). By like 12:30 they decided to just chill and pass out at my place, at which point Tim left cause he had to work the next morning.
I could tell Jack and Nick were disappointed, but Chris was pissed. When he found out the girls couldn't host he started pacing and calling them lying bitches, and when I said they couldn't come over he got totally silent for the first time all night. When it was just me and the three of them I went to take a piss, and I heard Chris start to whisper/shout and only word I know I definitely heard was "faggot". I took bit of time to let him cool off and when I came out I suggested we role a joint and smoke some cigs. Jack and Nick were totally cool and acted like nothing happened, and Chris had definitely cooled off and was back to talking, but I started to notice him staring at me in quick bursts but he'd never look away just when I looked at him. After a bit we headed in and played some yahtzee, and as we played Chris kept staring at me longer and more openly—I could tell Jack and Nick were avoiding noticing and I didn't know how to react and got a little flustered. When we finished the game it was 1:30. I was really drunk and didn't know how to respond to Chris, so told the guys I needed to pass out and they should just find some beds or blankets whenever they're ready to.
When I stood up I was drunker than I realized, so I went to the bathroom looked at the toilet and booted—made me feel ten times better, but still pretty far gone (also I'm positive nobody knew—one of my proudest accomplishments is being the most subtle drunk vomiter possible). I brushed my teeth and went to my main bedroom with a bottle of seltzer water. I stripped down to my briefs, put a tiny trash can by the side of the bed and crawled under the covers feeling the spins. I could hear the guys talking and watching tv, then after a bit Chris said really loudly "I need to take a piss."
I could hear him walk right past the door to my room and then he must've left the bathroom door open cause I could hear how hard he was pissing from in bed. I felt like as soon as the sound stopped i heard the doorhandle to my room turn and the hallway light come bursting in. I turned over feeling half conscious when it closes again and its pitch black.
"You up, Danny?"
I usually go by Dan and introduced myself as Dan,but Jack always calls me Danny and his friends took to it right away. So when I heard Chris say it I got a little startled.
"Barely man, whats up?" I replied and reached for the light next to my bed. I flipped it on and Chris was standing right next to me by the bed, his soft thick dick hanging out of his cargo shorts with a drop of piss still on the tip. He was probably 4" soft but I could tell he was growing, and when I looked up at him he was staring at me like he had been all night.
"Taste it dude" he told me as loudly as when he was talking to the whole group.
