"I don't have long to talk my owner will soon be back. Oh, I know I look like a man, a rather good looking man if I do say so myself, but I'm not. At least not anymore. Sorry, it's just been so long since I talked to anybody. I'm rambling. Shoot it's after 3pm, he'll be back by 3:30, GULP."
The naked hairy chested 25 year old man stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist babbling. You were tempted to run away, but you're curious to hear his story too, so you wait on the door step listening. You can make your other deliveries a bit later.
"Listen, I was a student teacher over at Bridge Port High, PE--physical education, and Coach Williams put me in charge of jockstrap check-and demerits. Well, this punk kid a senior named Kevin didn't exactly think he had to follow the rules cause he was a senior, and I started to read him the riot act about why he had to wear a jockstrap, and why if he persisted in his disobedience I could withhold his diploma and make him spend another year in high school."
"He looked a me thoughtfully for a moment, and said, "You're right Coach Allen, I should wear a jock, and since I don't want a demerit today, you're going to help me out," then he reached up and grabbed my right ear. I started to swing at him, but I suddenly felt-uh, flimsy insubstantial. My clothing dropped away, and the kid was holding me in his hands. He rummaged through my clothing and found a black marking pen. He wrote his name across my forehead. See, " the man raised the hair covering his forehead to reveal a tatoo on his forehead, it reads: PROPERTY OF K. O'TOOLE.
He continues, "Then the kid shucked off his athletic shorts which he'd been wearing commando-style, and pulled me up his legs and over his semihard cock. As soon as I was in place, the bastard had an erection." The big man blushes and trembles at his confession to you a total stranger.
He pauses with a grim face and reveals his darkest secret, "That was two years ago..."