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Three very strange deliveries creates more confusion for Josh
Cody and I were almost done working a closing shift when two calls came in back to back. "Looks like you win a double buddy...they are both going to Motel Sex," was his pronouncement followed by a good chuckle.
We referred to the Motel 6 in our delivery area as 'Motel Sex' because they ran late night special rates when their occupancy rate was down to attract the college kids wanting to get it on and wanting privacy. Most figured that the $20 deal they offered for the night was a bargain instead of having to cope with getting roommates to give them a couple hours of time alone with their date; much less the whole night. The motel rented at least a couple dozen extra rooms every weekend that way and everybody was happy. Unfortunately, orders coming in from there late, were also low tippers or total stiffs...to say nothing of having to look at nearly naked buff guys that only wanted to get rid of you as quick as they could and get back to their woman.
"Oh well...maybe this is my night to get lucky...maybe even a twofer," was what I tossed back at Cody with a wink. Twofer was typical delivery code for getting a great tip from both customers on a double run, but Cody and I had adapted it to meaning the ultimate goal of two customers we scored sack time with. It had happened to him once last year, and I was still waiting for my first to occur. My wild oats side still surfaced far too often. I needed a boyfriend!
He grinned wide and came back with "Right...keep thinking that some straight boy will just decide to ignore the chick with the huge rack already in his bed, to give you a blowjob as a tip."
I knew he was totally right about that. Ten minutes later as he was cutting and boxing the orders, he got a real serious look on his face and suggested "Or maybe it is your night to end up with a hot guy in each room all ready to play. Hope you ate your Wheaties this morning!" We both laughed as I bagged up the order and headed out the door knowing my odds for either a good tip or a decent quickie from either room was pretty damn slim.
Once in my car, I cranked up the tunes and lit a Winston to enjoy on the way over to the motel that was about eight minutes away. My mind wandered to what Cody had last said and my box twitched as I thought about getting hit on two times in a row with no time to recover. I normally didn't have a problem easily getting hard again right away, and a few times where I never even went soft...but wasn't too certain if I could do it with two different guys only a few minutes apart. Smiling at the thought of such a challenge, I gave myself a quick squeeze and then flicked the cigarette butt out the window as I pulled into the motel lot and headed for room 120 first.
Even though they had ordered last, first floor deliveries always took priority over having to walk up a flight of stairs...and the other delivery was for room 233 on the other side of the building and square in between both sets of stairs. 'Fuck 'em!' I said to myself and then muttered out loud, "If I have to climb stairs and walk that far; they get to wait a few minutes longer." I parked in front of 120, switched off the car, grabbed the top bag in the seat beside me, and sauntered up to the door. Hearing no noise and having noticed that not even the dull glow of a TV was showing underneath the heavy drapes covering the large window, I knocked lightly. An eyeball peeked between the curtain momentarily and I pasted a smile on my face for at least the twentieth time that night as I heard the double lock get turned and the door slowly opening to the dark room.
As my eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, I quickly noticed a nice looking bare chest and set of abs thanks to the reflected parking lot lights I held back a gasp as I glanced lower and realized the good looking torso was standing there nude. Just as a hand cupped my crotch, a lusty and somewhat familiar voice whispered, "Come on in pizza boy...I have a special tip for you." My body crossed the threshold; partially because it wanted to; and partially because the hand wrapped around my balls was pulling it inside. As the form dropped to its knees and began undoing my cut offs, I sat the pizza bag on the little round table next to the window and strained to see what had just yanked my shorts to my ankles.
I could just barely see my hard cock bob in the air once before the still unknown head took half my thick shaft into its mouth in one motion. My hands went directly to his hair and I pulled him tight and moaned. "Oh yeah buddy...swallow all of that tool," slipped from my lips as I rammed the head into his tonsils. I figured if you want me that bad, then I want your throat just as bad also. Strong hands grabbed my now bare ass, pulling me forward, and I felt very talented throat muscles clench the head of my dick as my balls slapped against a very smooth chin. I leaned against the door...holding my unknown benefactor's ears tight as he began a very deliberate and experienced mouthing of my hard on. His lips were tight over his teeth; his mouth moist; and had hands that were running all over me as he sucked me. Between his slurping up and down my cock, rubbing my balls, and tickling my exposed asshole, I wasn't going to last long. After a minute or two more of letting him treat me to the best blow job I had that week, I tried pulling him off, but he refused to loosen the grip his throat had on me. I resigned myself to the reality that he fully intended on doing me without letting me even touch the large hunk of manhood I had caught a shadowy glimpse of earlier. I warned him I was getting close, and relaxed against the door moaning. The impassioned lips locked even tighter on me as he silently begged for my full load with his head moving faster and faster on me.
"I'm tellin' ya dude...I am close! Pull off or take two days worth," was all that came from my lips before my balls started to rumble and a full load started up my throbbing, satiny shaft. That only got me pinned solidly to the door and I felt his lips bury themselves in my pubes as he impaled himself with my trembling flesh spear. My fingers were twisting in his hair and I quietly screamed as the first wad exploded down his hungry throat...followed by three more in rapid succession before he pulled back and took two more ropes across his face. I was still moaning in delight and my cock was dribbling a final ooze, as he quickly stood up and pasted his face to mine. As the tongue soaked with my juice was shoved between my lips, I felt the pressure of a hard cock against my stomach as we kissed in still full-blown lust. I was so turned on and wanting to return the favor...not giving a damn at all, at how late the other motel customer's order was getting. I worked my way between his legs and wrapped my hand around what had to be at least seven inches; but before I could drop to my knees, he pushed my hand away and spoke as he walked away from me.
"Not yet, Joshua. You need to come back when you get off and be able to spend the time to do me right for that one."
I was more shocked by his casual use of my formal name than I was the attention this mystery man had just given my now wilting tool. The snicker in the darkness now came from the bed and pushed my curiosity to the max. I fumbled for the wall switch and flipped it. The sudden explosion of light partially blinded me, but I finally focused to see Chris's fine high school swimmer's body stretched across the bed grinning at me.
