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I did receive the pizza guy, I was full naked with a semi... he just ignored me and left like nothing had happened
I used to deliver pizza and had men and women show up to the door in all manner of attire. The most revealing was a guy wearing just cheap light weight boxers whose dick was just hanging through the fly. I actually said something like "you're hanging out right now" and his response was "I know", LOL.
 

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One evening, my boyfriend decided to just order a pizza for dinner. While waiting for delivery, we are on the couch in the living room in the back of the house. The pizza boy shows up, but doesn't go the front door and ring the bell like always. Instead, he walks up the driveway, which is blocked with 3 vehicles, climbs up on the back deck, and knocks on the glass sliding door next to the couch. He had a perfect view of the BJ, I'm not sure how long he was there before he knocked, or how he knew to go back there. Sometimes I wonder if my BF gave special delivery instructions.
 

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In the first part of December, there were several days of heavy rain, and I found water damage to some of the interior walls where the roof had leaked. The insurance company referred me to a roofing repair company and a plaster/painting contractor in a week. Had the roof fixed in a day, but the contractor was unable to meet and begin until a week later. Turns out it's a small family operation, with father and son running the business. After going over the repair estimate, they showed up the week before Christmas. After the first day, the father informed me that he had another bigger job, and needed to try and finish before year's end. The son, Asher, would be able to continue working alone, but only half days (afternoons), after helping his dad on the other job first. While not pleased with the potential for an extended job period, I was okay with just having Asher there. He 's 25, with a very athletic built (turns out he wrestled in college and plays rugby), and demonstrated work ethics and ability to do a good job. His work uniform was essentially thin white tees stretched over his upper body, and well-worn white painter jeans that sported tears. Certainly very easy on the eyes.

After the second afternoon, I suggested to Asher that he could dress more comfortably, since the house was humid, especially in the afternoon. He was appreciative of the suggestion, and worked bare-chested after that, and I would see flashes of butt crack that confirmed his commando status. Then one day as I was working out in my garage, I heard a loud crash and some cursing from the living room. I got there to find Asher picking up the ladder, with the back of his jeans ripped from his waist to inner thigh, exposing his ass and balls from this angle. He quickly explained that the wide blade putty knife he usually sticks in his back pocket got caught on the ladder as he as moving stuff around. He laughed that these were his favorite pair of work pants that were probably ready for the rag pile, but thought they would last through this job. Since he was trying to hold the gapping hole with his hands, I offered to try and duct tape the tear as a "stopgap" measure, or that I could offer to let his use a pair of my jeans. He went with the duct tape, with some hilarious results, but said he was about done for the day.

It was then that I realized he was trying to avoid looking at me, as I was wearing only a pair of white compression shorts that had soaked through with sweat from my workout, so essentially transparent. I told him I usually workout in my makeshift gym with the garage closed, using free weights and a bowflex machine. I'd like to think he was curious about the setup more than my lack of attire, so I showed him the garage "gym". He related that he used to work out regularly, but the work schedule often interfered. As I was now his last job of the day, I told him he was welcomed to use the equipment anytime after he was done working. I suggested even now, if he wanted to just try some workout routine, he could, since he was done for the day. He hesitated and said he really wasn't dressed right now for exercising, especially with the torn duct-taped jeans. So I reached into a basket, and tossed his a pair of sweat cutoff that my nephew left the last time. Asher gave it a second, then turn around and stripped off his jeans and pulled on the cutoffs. [No comments from the peanut gallery about the view I got.]

For the next half hour, he tried the weights on different routines, and seemed quite comfortable with our interaction, especially when I had to spot him closely on the bench press for what I thought was too heavy a load. I could feel his heavy breath as I stood right over his head, waiting to catch the bar from him. By the end, he was covered in a layer of sweat like me, and begged off further efforts. After gulping a quart of water, he was ready to leave, although I offered to let his shower first. He said he appreciated the workout, and would consider bringing his changes for workout and showering the next time. Told him to keep the cutoffs until later. He's been off since then, for the Christmas holidays, and we'll see what happens when he returns to finish the job next week.
 

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Because of Covid, I've been out of work so I recently started working for a food delivery service. Like two weeks ago I was delivering to a customer. It was in an apartment building. He came down to meet me and was wearing really thin shorts with definitely no underwear. His dick was HUGE. I couldn't stop staring. Unfortunately nothing came of it.

I've had a couple other guys answer the door not wearing a shirt. Hopefully something happens soon. I have the option to pause orders on the app, or just end my shift early. So when it does happen , I'll be ready.
 

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Never happened to me, but I must tell that when I call for delivery I always try to stare at the bulge hoping he will realize it but trying to be discreet to see if the guy gets interested, but never happened.
 

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In the first part of December, there were several days of heavy rain, and I found water damage to some of the interior walls where the roof had leaked. The insurance company referred me to a roofing repair company and a plaster/painting contractor in a week. Had the roof fixed in a day, but the contractor was unable to meet and begin until a week later. Turns out it's a small family operation, with father and son running the business. After going over the repair estimate, they showed up the week before Christmas. After the first day, the father informed me that he had another bigger job, and needed to try and finish before year's end. The son, Asher, would be able to continue working alone, but only half days (afternoons), after helping his dad on the other job first. While not pleased with the potential for an extended job period, I was okay with just having Asher there. He 's 25, with a very athletic built (turns out he wrestled in college and plays rugby), and demonstrated work ethics and ability to do a good job. His work uniform was essentially thin white tees stretched over his upper body, and well-worn white painter jeans that sported tears. Certainly very easy on the eyes.

After the second afternoon, I suggested to Asher that he could dress more comfortably, since the house was humid, especially in the afternoon. He was appreciative of the suggestion, and worked bare-chested after that, and I would see flashes of butt crack that confirmed his commando status. Then one day as I was working out in my garage, I heard a loud crash and some cursing from the living room. I got there to find Asher picking up the ladder, with the back of his jeans ripped from his waist to inner thigh, exposing his ass and balls from this angle. He quickly explained that the wide blade putty knife he usually sticks in his back pocket got caught on the ladder as he as moving stuff around. He laughed that these were his favorite pair of work pants that were probably ready for the rag pile, but thought they would last through this job. Since he was trying to hold the gapping hole with his hands, I offered to try and duct tape the tear as a "stopgap" measure, or that I could offer to let his use a pair of my jeans. He went with the duct tape, with some hilarious results, but said he was about done for the day.

It was then that I realized he was trying to avoid looking at me, as I was wearing only a pair of white compression shorts that had soaked through with sweat from my workout, so essentially transparent. I told him I usually workout in my makeshift gym with the garage closed, using free weights and a bowflex machine. I'd like to think he was curious about the setup more than my lack of attire, so I showed him the garage "gym". He related that he used to work out regularly, but the work schedule often interfered. As I was now his last job of the day, I told him he was welcomed to use the equipment anytime after he was done working. I suggested even now, if he wanted to just try some workout routine, he could, since he was done for the day. He hesitated and said he really wasn't dressed right now for exercising, especially with the torn duct-taped jeans. So I reached into a basket, and tossed his a pair of sweat cutoff that my nephew left the last time. Asher gave it a second, then turn around and stripped off his jeans and pulled on the cutoffs. [No comments from the peanut gallery about the view I got.]

For the next half hour, he tried the weights on different routines, and seemed quite comfortable with our interaction, especially when I had to spot him closely on the bench press for what I thought was too heavy a load. I could feel his heavy breath as I stood right over his head, waiting to catch the bar from him. By the end, he was covered in a layer of sweat like me, and begged off further efforts. After gulping a quart of water, he was ready to leave, although I offered to let his shower first. He said he appreciated the workout, and would consider bringing his changes for workout and showering the next time. Told him to keep the cutoffs until later. He's been off since then, for the Christmas holidays, and we'll see what happens when he returns to finish the job next week.
Did he show up? :p
 

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Did he show up? :p
He did, along with his dad, who had completed the other job. So the two worked for the next two days, completing all the interior repair and painting work. Asher kept things on a professional level, exchanging only a few remarks with the dad nearby. I didn't notice till after they were gone, that Asher had left the cutoff sweats on a chair. Tucked inside was a brief note saying: "Been working out in these the past week, and returning to you in that condition. Figured you would appreciate the residue scent." And I do.
 

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Bumped into Asher at Lowe's recently, and he's looking as buff as ever. Said he was working as a subcontractor for a construction company, now that his dad retired from his own business. Coincidentally, I was in the process of having my deck covered and partially walled to provide some privacy with my newly acquired hot tub. Asked if he was interested in a side job building out the deck project. He said he was free on weekends, and could probably handle the work over a few weekends, if I wasn't in a rush. We agreed to meet once I got the plans approved by the association and city.

Two weeks later I had the necessary approvals and called Asher for a meeting to discuss costs and scheduling. He said he's pop over after work, and I was surprised when he showed up that afternoon. I had just finished my workout in my garage gym, and only had on my soaked white compression shorts when I answered the door. Had him come in and told him I needed a quick shower first. He said not to bother, as he was pretty gritty from having just left the job. Yeah, he was smelling pretty ripe in his tank top and faded jeans. We sat down at the table with some beers and went over the drawings for the deck enclosure, and several times he leaned into me while pointing to areas in the plan. By the time we had worked out the details, I was clearly sporting a hard on in my soaked shorts. He couldn't missed it when I walked him out the door, but he only smiled as I tried to cover it with my hand.

As agreed, he started the following Saturday morning, proceeding to check the material that I had purchased that week. He came over in a cut off tee shirt and baggy cut off sweat shorts, with a heavy leather tool belt. I couldn't help but notice that the belt pulled down his sweats, and from the exposed crack, knew he was commando. By mid-morning he lost the tee shirt, and I found myself very distracted as I assisted him on some of the smaller tasks. For the roof, he had to use the ladder, and I got to hold the footing to prevent it from shifting. At times I had to actually grab his bare thighs as he twisted around and leaned out from the ladder. I apologized for the few times my hand went up under the sweats, but he just laughed it off. So glad I had on a heavy pair of cutoff jeans, because by the end of the day, my crotch was leaking and soaking the area. As we cleaned up, I asked him to join me in some beers, and that's when I learned he was a new daddy of a two month old son. He said he had to hurry home to help his girlfriend with childcare, and we left it at that.

On Sunday he showed up in a tank top and a shredded pair of jeans that exposed tears right around his crotch and big splits below the back pockets, commando again. We managed to get quite a bit done, with the roof overhead and the side walls up by the end of the day. We talked quite a bit, and felt pretty close to one another, so I was not surprised when he gave me a barechested hug as he left. Pretty sure he felt my semi in my shorts, when our hips made contact. Looking forward to next weekend, at least for more eyecandy!
 

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Asher came over early Saturday in his cut off tee and gray sweat shorts again. As soon as he started doing the overhead trim work, his tool belt dragged the front of his shorts down, stopped only when the buckle rested on the base of his cock. That profusion from exposed black pubic bush every time he raised his arms overhead meant that I needed to leave that distraction. Told him that I was going for a run and later head into town for errands. He reminded me that as part of the contract, he was having a buddy come later to do the roofing section.

When I came back from my run, I went around the back and saw the roofer working. Asher introduced Randy, who had a strong Aussie accent. He was well-built, only wearing a pair of stubbies rugby shorts and work boots, and sporting a dark tan. When he turned around to greet me from the roof, I could clearly see a chubby, uncut cock popping out. Asher just smirked and yelled something to him, at which point Randy grabbed his shorts leg to let everything pop out, while grinning at me. By now, my hardon was tenting my nylon running shorts, and I quickly excused myself to take care of business. After my trip back from town, Asher and his buddy had already left, after finishing the roof and priming for the final painting.

Sunday morning Asher arrived in a skimpy pair of baby blue running shorts, carrying his spray paint equipment bag. After setting up the machinery, he pulled on a splatted orange coveralls, with the sleeves and half the leg material cut off. It was definitely at least a size too small, and the snug fit prevented him from being able to zip the front up. Within two hours, he had the job done and began cleaning up. I went inside to get his check and some drinks, and by the time I returned, he had stripped off his coveralls and running shorts, Just caught him tucking his cock down his board shorts and zipping up. After loading his stuff in his truck, he turned and offered a hug for the big bonus I included in the check. Figured this was my last chance, so I met his hug with my hand going down his crotch and taking a good grip of what was definitely more than a semi hard piece. He smiled and grabbed my ass, with fingers running into my crack. As we released, he said that "I'm sure you remember me after this."

When I went to view the finished job, I noticed a brown bag on one of the chairs. Inside I found the baby blue shorts, soaked with sweat. Yeah, Asher knew how to get to me. Damn, what a cockteaser!
 
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This is an amazing experience, I would have liked to experience a similar one. :)

I accidentally found myself almost naked in front of a delivery guy: my boyfriend left forgetting the keys. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and since the door cannot be opened from the outside without the keys, I thought it was he who wanted to retrieve them. I was in my very tight boxer, and in reality it was the deliveryman of an order that I made few days ago. I'm not very shy, but the delivery man was much more embarrassed.


Otherwise, I remember a terribly sexy handyman who came to do some work in my student studio of which I am a tenant, two or three years ago. A tall (about 6 ft 3) and muscular man, about 35-40 years old, tanned skin, bearded and a very nice hair bun. He was wearing one of these henley shirts, with an open button-down collar that showed his hairiness, and a bit damaged dark blue sweatpants with paint stains. He was a bit upright in the 15 square meters studio. I haven't seen much of him, except for his hairy chest which he loved to stroke under his shirt, like a pet (or it was itching!).

A very nice guy, the daddy we would all like to have. :innocent:
 
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I'm a plumber so I do alot of house calls, I've had a couple guys open the door in just their boxer shorts, obviously I had to go in to look at the job, nothing else to report. I once called at a house and there was a father and 2 sons and they invited me to get in the pool with them, which I declined awkwardly as I said I didnt have a costume, they said we will lend you one, and you can even use our shower after (a bit weird). As for me I'm often at home in just lounge shorts or pants so no issue opening the door like that.