Starting from my mid-teens, I discovered I had a growing fascination with having sex with another man. Although I'd always considered myself straight, the thought of having a huge cock fucking me in the ass or spraying cum down my throat was at times inescapable. However I remained wary of actually acting on these fantasies. I was open to very few people about my bisexuality, and didn't really want to just do it with a stranger that I could meet through the internet. I often thought that I'd never really have the courage to go through with my fantasy - until one day the perfect opportunity presented itself.
I had just moved back home after graduating from college and was living with my parents. Living with them wasn't so bad, but I did enjoy when they went away every weekend to our lake cabin. The weekend of their anniversary they left as usual, but because my mom wasn't able to get off work early, they took both of our cars. Our house was in the middle of nowhere, and while I did have friends who could pick me up, no one was available that night. I was stuck at home with nothing to do, and more importantly, nothing to eat. I pulled out the phone book and ordered a pizza from the local delivery place. While I was waiting for the pizza, I pulled a beer from the fridge. Considering my empty stomach and the time it took for the pizza to arrive, the two beers I'd drank had me feeling a bit tipsy. When I heard the delivery car pull up I sauntered over to the door and opened it. Usually the delivery driver was a older woman on the plump side, not really my cup of tea. But the driver this time was a handsome black man, probably around 40 and quite muscular. He smiled at me and asked how my night was going.
"Oh pretty good," I replied. He glanced inside the house and noticed the two empty beer bottles sitting on the counter.
"And are you behaving yourself young man," he said with a chuckle, "or are being a bad boy?"
"Trying to behave myself, I guess."
