"Come inside"

You immediately froze when the words came out of your mouth. Why would you say that? Why do you want some stranger come in your home? A guy of all people. You watched in shock as the man walked in. He seemed confused, but not worried. You both stared at each other.

"Why am I in your house?" he asked, confused, "Did you make you do that?"

That question made your dick throb. Did you make him do it? What else could you make him do? You struggled internally as your brain and cock fought for power.

"Look man, just sign th-" he started.

"Suck my dick."

Your dick won out, demanding action. You covered your mouth in shock of your words. You quickly began babbling an apology before you were cut off by the delivery man's touch. He knelt to the floor and was making work of freeing your straining dick. You silently watched as it bounced out, flaring at the cool air. The delivery guy seemed concerned, but calmly placed your member in his mouth. You gasped, the rare feeling of a blowjob awashing you in pleasure. You closed your eyes, trying to enjoy the feeling. You tried to imagine Jane was the one on her knees, slobbering all over your dong. You tried to imagine that she was touching herself as she worshipped your dick, but you were interrupted from your thoughts.

You opened your eyes to see the delivery guy holding the clipboard, willing you to sign. His cheeks were stretched as he continued blowing your hard cock. You quickly scribbled the required signature, wanting to return to your fantasy. However, handing it back to him, seeing him begin to put full attention on your dick, halted your imagination. Instead of closing your eyes and picturing Jane, you grabbed hold of the delivery man's head. Seeing the masculine guy on his knees with a dick down his throat was hot. You began to fuck his mouth, holding his dirty, blond hair as leverage. He began **** on your manmeat, a sound that went straight to your balls.

"Oh fuck dude!" you groaned, beginning to skull fuck the man before you, "I'm gonna- gonna- oh yeah!"

You unloaded your pent up load down the delivery guy's throat. You held his face right down to your pubes, letting him smell your musk. Cum fired from your dick, painting his mouth in white cream. You moaned in pleasure as your rod pulsed after every shot. Finally, feeling the orgasm subside, you released the delivery man, grinning in satisfaction.

"Oh fuck." you chuckled, eyes closed.

"Yeah, whatever." the delivery guy muttered, wiping spittle from his chin.

You were startled by the masculine voice and opened your eyes to see the man leaving through the door. Immediately, the regret of what you'd just done flooded through. You invited a man inside, fucked his throat, and came watching him rather than thinking of your wife.

"Maybe I'm not 100% straight." you say to yourself, already feeling horny again.