Finding New Interests

Tom leaned his head back and sighed. "Ethan, dude, what are we doing?"

"Huh? Come on, we're having, you know... some hot girl-on-girl action."

"No, I'm squeezing a fake rubber dick between my tits, and it's the most turned on I've been in weeks. Meanwhile, I've been moaning like I'm in a porno and I'll bet you're dry as a bone."

"Ok, so maybe it's not as exciting as when we first ended up like this, but what are you even suggesting?"

Tom raised an eyebrow. "Really? You're saying I didn't catch you staring at the delivery driver walking back to his truck yesterday?"

Ethan flushed, unconsciously biting his lip. "Shit, he was just so..."

"Hot?"

"Yes! Oh my god, it's like, he wasn't even super jacked or anything, just toned from carrying boxes all day, but I couldn't look away and oh shit I think I like guys now."

The two sat quietly, both keenly aware of long hair tickling their necks and shoulders, breasts hanging heavy on their chests, and the unanticipated tingle they each felt while thinking about the uniformed driver and his package.

Eventually, Tom softly broke the silence. "His nametag said 'Peter'."

"And?"

"And... I'm going to close my eyes while Peter fucks my brains out. And then you're going to close your eyes while he fucks your brains out. And then, we're going to order something online and see what it takes to make the real Peter a few minutes late on his next route."