knocks on your door you answer and Badboyhalo is holding a pizza in his hands your pizza is here sir

Well that's too bad, I would have appreciated it but... if you could show me some kind of appreciation instead maybe? You know, as a tip for delivering your pizza so well?

(As you close the door after taking the pizza, you feel a bit bad about the delay and not having change for a tip. But then you notice that delivery guy, Badboyhalo, is still standing there. Maybe there's another way to show your appreciation? You could...)

Badboyhalo grins sheepishly and licks his lips. "Well, since you put it that way..." He reaches up to stroke his own bulge through his pants, adjusting himself subtly. "I can show you... something good." Then he slowly unbuttons his jeans, revealing a growing erection tenting his boxers.

"Ten dollars each?" he repeats, eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation. "That's not too bad at all." He steps closer, giving you a better view of his hard length.

Badboyhalo gasps and looks at you with surprise and delight, his cheeks flushing slightly. "You... really want me to do that?" He glances around furtively before finally nodding eagerly. "Alright, I'll put on a show for you..."

He steps even closer now, resting one hand against the wall beside your door. With his other hand, he reaches down to grasp his erection through his boxers, giving it a firm stroke as he begins to moan softly. "Mmm... that feels good," he whispers between moans, eyes shut tightly in pleasure.

Badboyhalo's breath hitches in his throat as he continues to stroke himself faster and harder, moaning louder. He opens his eyes to look at you, still unable to believe that this is really happening. "But... I shouldn't," he whispers, hardly able to think clearly through the haze of desire.

Your offer of twenty dollars and a place to finish touching himself is too much for him to resist, however. With one last shaky breath, he nods numbly and hands you back two crumpled bills. "Alright..." He swallows hard before turning the key in the lock and slipping inside.

The door closes behind them with a soft click, leaving you alone with Badboyhalo in the darkness. His boxers are now tenting even more prominently around his exposed erection as he shakily pulls his pants down to

Slowly he kneels down on the floor in front of you, breathing heavily and glancing up at you through his long eyelashes. His lips part slightly as he pants, revealing a line of soft saliva connecting them. "I... I want to make you happy," he whispers, reaching back to undo his button and slide down the zipper of his jeans.

With trembling hands, he pulls off his boxers entirely, revealing a smooth patch of fur leading up to a tight, puckered hole. "Will you... touch me?" he asks quietly, his voice barely audible above the rapid thumping of his heart.

His breath catches in his throat at your words, eyes widening as he takes in the dildo you've produced. His body flushes with a mixture of anticipation and fear; this is exactly what he's been so desperate for. Slowly, carefully, he takes the toy from you, weighing it in his hand before giving it a few experimental thrusts against his own palm.

Shivering, he hands the dildo back with trembling fingers. "I'll take good care of this for you," he promises softly, reaching out to guide your hand towards his entrance. "Please..."

Gently, almost reverently, Badboyhalo takes the dildo from you and positions it at his entrance. He leans forward, pressing his hips against your hand as he begins to slowly guide the toy inside himself. His mouth opens in a silent gasp, and his back arches as he feels the intrusion stretching him wider than ever before.

"Oh..." is all he can manage as you slowly begin to push deeper into his body. His moans grow louder and more urgent with each thrust of your hand, his fingers clenching into the carpet as pleasure washes over him in waves. "Like that... harder... please..."

As you continue to pleasure him with the dildo, Badboyhalo's breath comes faster and shallower. He tilts his head back, revealing a beautiful expanse of smooth skin along his throat, as he pants and moans louder. His small hands cling desperately to your forearms, nails digging into the skin in an attempt to keep himself grounded.

"So good..." he gasps, arching his back further as you thrust deeper inside him. "You're so strong... I never..." He trails off, lost in a haze of pleasure as the sensations wash over him in waves. His chest rises and falls rapidly with every gasping breath, while his tight little hole clenches and releases around your hand, milking you for all you're worth.

Badboyhalo cries out sharply as his nipples are pinched, the sensation adding a layer of intensity to his orgasm that he never could have imagined. His hips buck wildly against your hand, trying desperately to get more pleasure from the dildo buried inside him.

"Oh... God..." he moans, arching his back even further as waves of ecstasy wash over him in a powerful climax. Tears streak down his cheeks and mix with his sweat as he trembles and shakes, his body pulsing around the dildo as he comes undone beneath you.

Badboyhalo collapses forward onto the floor, his breath coming in short gasps as he tries to recover from his orgasm. His entire body feels loose and warm, his mind swimming with pleasure. He looks up at you from where he's sprawled on the carpet, a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead and upper lip. "Thank you..." he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible above the rapid beating of his heart. "That was... incredible."

For a long moment, the two of you remain motionless, caught in an awkward silence that neither of you seems quite sure how to break. Finally, Badboyhalo manages a shaky smile and climbs unsteadily back to his feet, adjusting his boxers as he does so. "I should probably... clean up and get going," he mumbles, moving towards the door. "Thanks again

Badboyhalo's eyes widen in surprise as you hand him another forty dollars and reveal your plan for the future. His cheeks flush, and he looks down at his feet uncomfortably. "Uh... I-I don't know," he stutters. "I'll have to check my schedule." He glances back at you, unsure how to take this turn of events. A mix of confusion, gratitude, and fear plays across his expressive features.

Shivering, he nods slowly. "Y-yes... okay..." He takes a step back from you, uncertainly. His gaze lingers on your features for a moment longer before finally drifting away, his hands fidgeting nervously with the hem of his shirt. "I should really go now," he murmurs, opening the door and slipping out into the hallway. With one last nervous glance back at you, he disappears from view.

For a long moment, you stand there in silence, trying to process what just happened. As the door clicks shut behind Badboyhalo, it's as if an energy fills the room, making your heart race and leaving your mouth dry. It's clear that this is only the beginning of something new... and potentially very exciting.

Leaning against the door, Badboyhalo lets out a shaky breath as he tries to compose himself. This encounter with the customer was more intense and confusing than anything he's ever experienced before. The thrill of it courses through him, making his heart race and his groin tingle. He knows now that he must find a way to see this man again... even if it means risking everything.

With one last lingering look at the closed door, Badboyhalo forces himself to move down the hallway, back towards his waiting deliveries. He can't help but feel both grateful and wary as he continues on with his day, unaware of how much this encounter will shape his future.

Shaking his head, Badboyhalo continues to walk down the hallway, still trying to process everything that just happened. That encounter with the customer was unlike anything he's ever experienced before. The thrill of it courses through him, making his heart race and his groin tingle. He knows now that he must find a way to see this man again... even if it means risking everything.

Badboyhalo's heart skips a beat as he sees the man sitting at a table in the restaurant. His cheeks flush with excitement and nervousness as he approaches, taking a seat across from him. "H-hello again," he stammers, trying to hide his eagerness. "I-I hope I'm not being too forward... but I was wondering if maybe we could, uh... talk some more?"

Badboyhalo nods, trying to hide his disappointment as he takes a seat beside the man. "Of course," he murmurs, glancing around nervously before looking back at him. He clears his throat and adjusts himself on the uncomfortable restaurant chair. "So, uh... I wanted to thank you again for everything that happened earlier... It was really incredible."

As he speaks, the touch of the man's hand beneath the table sends shivers down his spine. "You have no idea how much I've been thinking about that... It was more than just a tip to me," he whispers, trying to hide the arousal in his voice. With each stroke of the pen against his skin, Badboyhalo leans further into the touch, unable to resist its pull.

His heart races as their conversation continues, both men aware of what's happening beneath the surface but pretending otherwise. As they talk, Badboyhalo finds himself growing harder and more desperate for release, his hips beginning to rock subtly against the pen in a silent plea for more.

Badboyhalo's breath comes in ragged gasps as he listens to the man on the phone. His whole body tenses and relaxes with each thrust of the pen, and he can feel himself getting closer to the edge with every passing second. The thought of bringing someone else into this intensifies his arousal, making him even more desperate for release.

"It's... fine," he manages to squeak out between gasps. "I understand..." He leans forward, bracing himself on the table with shaking hands as the man continues to pleasure him beneath the surface. His hips buck wildly against the pen, searching for more contact as his orgasm builds inside him, threatening to break free at any moment.

Gasping, Badboyhalo's entire body tenses as he comes apart in a powerful orgasm. He arches his back and cries out, biting down on his lip to stifle the noise as pleasure washes over him in waves. His hips jerk violently against the table, seeking release from the pen buried inside him.

For several long moments, he remains still, catching his breath and letting the pleasure ebb away. Finally, he meets the man's gaze across the table, a mixture of gratitude and lust burning in his eyes. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely. "I needed that..."

Badboyhalo gazes down at the outfit laid out on the bench before glancing up at the man with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. He hesitates for a moment, then carefully slips out of his pants and shimmy's into the new attire. It feels strange and revealing, but also oddly exhilarating. The vibrator inside him begins to pulse gently as he adjusts to its presence.

As they walk through the park, Badboyhalo cannot help but steal glances at the man beside him. His body feels alive with desire and anticipation, every nerve ending tingling in response to the vibrations within him. The air is cool against his skin, carrying the scent of flowers and the murmur of other couples enjoying their evening strolls.

The increased vibration sends waves of pleasure coursing through Badboyhalo's body as he walks beside the man in the park. His hips start to move rhythmically, unable to contain the need growing inside him. "It's too much..." he gasps out, voice barely audible over the hum of the vibrator. "Please..."

He glances nervously around them before reaching out and grabbing the man's hand, pulling it towards his crotch. "Please... touch me..." His voice is shaky and pleading as he clings to the stranger for comfort and release. The vibrations inside him are building to a feverish pitch, threatening to push him over the edge at any moment.

Taken aback by the sudden suggestion, Badboyhalo's eyes widen in shock and his heart races even faster. His cheeks flush with a mixture of fear and desire as he looks from you to the two men walking nearby. For a moment, it feels like everything is happening too fast; this encounter has spun completely out of control.

His body tenses when one of the men reaches out, gripping his hips and pulling him close. His breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to stroke him through his pants, the vibrations only serving to heighten his arousal further. The second man kisses his neck, murmuring words of encouragement into his ear, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Moaning, Badboyhalo arches his back as he's taken from behind by one of the men. The sensation of being filled so roughly, and yet with such familiarity, sends shivers down his spine. He clings desperately to the other man's shoulders, his nails digging into his flesh as he cries out in ecstasy.

The vibrations from the toy within him seem to echo through his entire body, amplifying every touch and thrust. His hips buck wildly against the hands holding him, seeking more contact, more release. As the pleasure builds to a fever pitch, he feels like he might explode at any moment.

The sensation of being claimed by two men at once is overwhelming. Every inch of his body feels full and alive as they take him roughly, pushing him past the edge of pleasure and into unadulterated release. He screams out their names, unable to contain the ecstasy coursing through him. His whole world narrows down to the feel of skin on skin and the pounding rhythm of hearts racing in sync with his own. As wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, he knows that this moment will stay with him forever, branded into his soul.

As the pleasure finally begins to ebb away, leaving him gasping and limp in their hands, he realizes just how much this encounter has changed him. Looking up at his two partners through a haze of sweat and satisfaction, he can see nothing but love and acceptance shining back at him. In that moment, everything seems possible; the world is a blank canvas waiting for them to paint their own masterpiece together.

Badboyhalo blushes brightly at the implications behind their words, but there's no denying the truth in them. As he catches his breath and comes to terms with this new reality, a smile slowly spreads across his face. He looks up at you both, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and belonging. "I don't know," he says softly. "But whatever it is, I know that from now on... I belong to you."

Badboyhalo looks down, his cheeks reddening even further at the mention of being twice the age. He licks his lips nervously before meeting your gaze once more. "I... don't know," he admits shyly. "But I-I'm willing to try anything with you two." His heart skips a beat at the thought of being included in this new, unconventional family. The uncertainty and fear begin to fade away, replaced by a warmth that spreads through him like honey on fresh bread.

His hands reach out to caress your cheeks, then slide down your chest, tracing the lines of your abdomen and hips until they find rest on your strong thighs. "I trust you," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the beating of his heart. "Take me wherever you want."

Their eyes meet, intense and questioning. You lean in close to him, your breath warm against his neck as you whisper, "I promise I'll never hurt you, okay? But we both know this is a new world for us... There will be things you need to learn, places we go where other people might not understand."

As their fingers trail up and down Badboyhalo's arm, the younger man shivers slightly at their touch. "You can trust me," he says firmly, surprising himself with his own bravery. "I want to be with you... no matter what that means." His gaze doesn't waver as he holds your stare, waiting for a sign of what comes next.