Speedy delivery

Given his stiff posture and half-mortified expression, you surmise that the delivery man will likely not be any sort of expert performer when it comes to any other sex acts, so you decide to finish him off, and see if that perhaps loosens him up a little bit.

You increase the speed of your tongue movement and hand pumping, and within fifteen seconds, he cums into your mouth. He cums in three long streams, and while you are prepared for the first one, you are not for the subsequent two, gag, and begin to cough slightly, some cum splattering out back on to his cock and your chin.

As you expected, a satisfied grin spreads across his face, and his stance loosens up considerably. Before you have a change to say anything further to him, however, the walkie-talkie clipped to his belt squawks to life. "Jake, what the hell is going on up there? We've got a route to finish." The voice on the walkie talkie is tinny, but despite the medium-induced thinness, you can tell it is gruff and full.

Jake unclips the walkie talkie, and speaks into it. "Just finishing up," he says, and as he says it, you tuck his limpening cock back into his pants.

Once his thumb is off the talk key, you tell Jake that he can deliver you a package any time. Any time, that is, when you're the only one home. Jake grins, and walks down the sidewalk, around the corner of the garage, and back out to his truck, where apparently he has a partner waiting.

You wipe the stray flecks of cum off your chin and head back inside, to see what is in this mysterious birthday package.