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by Astrobro

by Astrobro

After getting the dicking of a lifetime by Papa himself, you return to your job in food services.

You did it. You got Papa's thicc spicy wiener in your void like anal cavity. Fantastic.

You wonder what your relationship with Papa is going to be. Lovers? Friends with benefits? Occasional ass ticklers? You would be fine with either one of those to be honest. Well....as long as his wife and kids don't get in the way. You decided to do something about this little problem.

"Good job today, Delivery Guy." Papa breaks you away from your cognitive thinking. You're getting praised by Papa John! What an honor!

"Thanks sir. I have a question for you. May I...um..call you.. Papa?"

Papa smirks and locks eye contact with me. As he places his hand on top of my shoulder, he says

"Call me Papa anytime, Delivery Guy."

Blood rushes to your wiener. Heck yes. Now is not the time for swearing.

Our bonding moment was interrupted by the sound of Papa's cell phone.

"Ah, excuse me, Delivery Guy. It's my wife. I'll be right back." Papa John steps into his office.

Well, eat my ass. I can't believe this asshole just ruined our moment. Kill la Kill more like Kill la Boner. Death Note more like Death Wiener. My Hero Academia more like.....

Uh...

My Wiener Doesn't Appreciate Your Fucking Wife Calling Academia

Papa John's returns with a disappointed look on his face and sighs.

"I...uh..have to go. Beau has a soccer game at 5:30 and my wife doesn't want me to miss this one. I have to be the soccer dad this time around." He nervously laughs.

"Ah... I see...Well, goodnight Papa."

"Good night, Delivery Guy."

Papa walks out of the restaurant, looking thicc as always. You begin fantasizing how would Papa look as a soccer coach. Sweat dripping down from his toned but massive body. His muscles exposed to the world from his sweat drenched shirt. His pungent scent forming from his body in the blazing sun. Man, you really have a thing with sweat. Hecking fuck.

The ringing of the phone snaps you out of your fantasy. Oh, right....you're still at work...You answer the phone to the 15th caller requesting boneless pizza. You were hip with the memes of today so, being the fuck you were, made the pizza with bones.

The phone rings again.

"Look, ok. I get it's a good meme but I don't have time for this. Just let me do my job. We have a limited amount of B O N E S here and I can't keep doing this.."

"What? No! It's me Papa John."

"Oh....sorry. Why are you calling the restaurant? Is there an emergency Papa?"

"Not at all. Just Beau's team won so can you whip up a few boxes of pizza and deliver them here."

"Sir, you have to be specific. I can't just give out pizzas all willy-nilly."

"Please Delivery Guy. I need you badly."

Your wiener jumps up like an Olympic track hurdler but instead of gold, the winner gets ass. Though, he's only asking you to send some pizzas over.

"Ahh, sure haha yes yes ya ok."

"Thanks Delivery Guy. I knew I could always count on you. Maybe when you get over here, you'll receive a special reward. Just maybe~"

" G O T I T."

You hung up the phone and immediately began preparing the pizza. Just a dude making pizzas with a colossal boner. It's all good here.

You could only dream about the wondrous ass-fucking you're going to receive later.