Delivery Guy

If I'm at home and you come knocking at my door, I'll be naked. Not to shock or stimulate, it's just my normal state-of-being in my own home. Once I get home from work, the clothes come off and I'm naked until it's time to leave again. But this isn't about me answering the door, this is about me being the delivery guy.

I'd moved to NYC from the Midwest after I finished college. I got a job in a Liquor and Wine Shop on Third Avenue. My job was making the deliveries by foot in the neighborhood. A young couple had been in the store buying a couple cases of mixed bottles of wine. A little bit of everything. He was very friendly and outgoing. She was rather standoffish. He asked if I could delivery his two cases tomorrow morning? No problem. The next morning, with my handcart and two cases of wine, I took the elevator up to their apartment. He answered the door. He was wearing a pale blue cotton bathrobe. A little on the short side. I took the two cases off the cart and thought I'd be on my way, but he asked if I had his order correct? Could I show him all the bottles I delivered to make sure? Okay. I got down on my knees and opened the first box and started taking each bottle out to show him. I looked up at him with the first one and his bathrobe had come open. There was his dick in front of my face. Not quite hard... but well on it's way. What could I say, other than... that's a nice dick, sir. He asked me how much I liked it? I was just about ready when down the hall I heard his wife call out, 'Is that the wine delivery, honey?' He quickly closed up his robe and I was on my way.

It was utterly surprising how many times as a delivery guy I had offers and guys answered the door naked. Believe it or not... I expected it. That's how frequent.

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