The Fishbowl- Part 4/5

What is Sam about to make Ian do next?

Walking back into my place, I saw at once that my phone was ringing, and I knew who it was on the other end of the line. I also saw that I had two missed calls, and that I was probably fucked.

“Listen Sam, I can explain; I-”

“I do not need an explanation.”

My shoulders relaxed at the gentle sound of his voice.

“That’s good to hear.”

“Oh Ian, I think you misunderstood. I do not need an explanation, because there won’t be one. I told you to be by your phone the entire weekend, so you have a punishment awaiting you.”

My blood began to run cold, and I shivered as goosebumps pricked up on my arms. His voice was getting more forceful with every sentence.

“At 5:00, you will receive a package that requires a signature. You must open the door completely naked, and you will need to take a photo of you with them before accepting the package. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s more like it. I’ll be awaiting that photo.”

He hung up as I was answering him, and I knew that he wouldn’t call again.

About two hours later, I awoke to the sound of knocking, and I wiped drool from my mouth as I got off my pillow. I’d piddled around downstairs for a little bit after Sam hung up, but then I just decided to head upstairs for a nap that lasted way longer than I thought.

Barging out of the room, I headed down the stairs and opened the door. Both myself and the delivery driver both gasped at the same time for very different reasons.

He was definitely not expecting me to be butt-ass naked, and until I saw his face, I had actually forgotten for just a few seconds that I was naked. As for my gasp, I was just taken aback by how beautiful he was. He had deep brown skin that was glistening with sweat, and he was wearing the tightest button-up USPS shirt tucked into the shortest shorts. His eyes were locked on me, and he was licking his lips as he took in the view. I reacted by getting hard almost immediately.

“Looks like someone is very excited about getting their package.”

He was holding the small box in front of his crotch now, and his bulging biceps were flexed for me. He knew the effect that he had on everyone, and if I looked like him, I would be the most narcissistic man alive. In his case, he decided to head the suave route.

“I’m definitely excited about a package.”

This guy was lightyears out of my league, but he seemed to enjoy the banter and went along with it.

“Got a pen to sign for this? Or do you want me to step inside while you grab one?”

“I think that’s a great idea- grab a seat in the living room, and I’ll get a pen.”

When I came back from the office with one in hand, I saw him sitting on my couch, pulling open buttons on his shirt.

“Listen, we can cut the shit and get this done- I only have two more houses today, and I’m already ahead of schedule. You want this dick or not?”

Standing behind him, I saw that the entire neighborhood was about to watch me answer him, but I knew that I couldn’t pass this up. Swallowing the answer that my brain was trying to produce, I walked around the couch and knelt in front of him. Pulling open the button on his shorts, I had to yank them over his thighs, and his thick cock sprung into view. He had been freeballing this whole time, and he was pouring sweat and radiating musk that was intoxicating as I breathed him in.

I was in sensory overload, and I cautiously put my hands on his chest, but he let me. I traced arcs through his sweaty chest hair, fondling his pecs and making my way down his flat stomach. He had to live at the gym between shifts, and the results were breathtaking. Leaning down now, I knew that I couldn’t waste time.

Wrapping my mouth around him, I began to take him inside of me, relishing the girth that I could barely wrap my tongue around. His hands were in my hair, and he wasn’t shy about telling me how good this felt. Moaning with no restriction, I felt his thighs flex beneath my palms.

For what felt like hours, I gave him the best blowjob that I’d ever given another man, and he fed his load down my willing throat. I collapsed onto the floor as I watched him get dressed, and he was at the door before I remembered to grab my phone.

“Wait, I still haven’t signed yet!”

He tucked in his shirt as I signed, and then I stealthily took a video of him retreating back towards the door before panning down to my rock-hard cock that would soon need release.

“If you order a package again, call the post office and ask for Derrick. I’ll show you what else this cock can do next time.”

I waited until I saw his truck drive past my window before I began to open the small box with no return address. Inside, there was a note on top, and I pulled it out of its envelope.

Until tomorrow at 1:00, you won’t be able to touch your cock. I’ll send further instructions then, but I think you’ll get a hint of what your last challenge will entail once you unwrap this gift.

Perplexed, I pulled open the tissue paper to see a butt plug, a pair of sunglasses, a bottle of lube, and a bottle of sunscreen. Tomorrow was going to be interesting…