I was out doing my delivery route the other day, and it was a particularly hot day. I'd spent my lunch hour parked over at the University, watching a crew of young studs practicing soccer. They were all stripped down to their shorts, so I got a good look at dozens of sleekly muscled bodies in action. There were all types; slender, burly, hairy and smooth, all working hard, gleaming with sweat.
By the time I was finished with my lunch, I could've lined them up and gone down on all of them, but that wasn't going to happen, obviously. Instead, my beeper went off and I had to hot-foot it back to the warehouse for a delivery order that was due across town in an hour.
Well, I pride myself for being on time, so I damn near flew back to the warehouse and had my order loaded in record time. Then, I hit the traffic lights all right and managed to pull up into the driveway of the house I was looking for a good twenty minutes ahead of my scheduled time. My buddies don't call me "Fast Eddie" for nothing, you know.
I jumped down out of the driver's seat and whipped open the doors of my van. I got the boxes loaded on a dolly and was soon up on the porch. I rang the doorbell, ready to greet another satisfied customer, but nobody came to answer. I rang again; still nothing. That sort of pissed me off, this being a big fucking rush and all, so I started pounding on the door with my fist. All of a sudden the door flew open and this dude was looking me over like I was the last person he wanted to see.
"Delivery," I said, taking the guy in.
He had a towel wrapped around his narrow hips, like maybe I'd gotten him out of the shower, but that wasn't the case because his skin and hair wasn't wet. I was admiring his flat gut when I figured it out. There was the unmistakable outline of a major hard-on pulsing under the towel, leading me to believe I'd interrupted the dude in the middle of a J/O session.
"Come on in," he said gruffly, standing aside and holding the door open for me.
I rolled the dolly into the house, casually brushing the guy with my hip as I passed. Hell, I could feel the heat radiating off that big old bone, even through all that fabric. No doubt about it, it was still seriously hard. The smell that hung in the air around the guy also led me to believe that he'd been pretty far down the road to happiness when I stopped him. Hell, the dude reeked of sex!
"Where do you want it?" I asked, giving him a big smile. I'd already thrown a rod myself, just thinking about a tumble with the guy in the towel, so if he was interested, there was no doubt that I was of a similar mind.
I caught the man giving me the once-over as I turned to take the delivery into the rear of the house. He must've liked what he was seeing, because when his towel sort of 'accidentally' slipped off and his sword swung up front and center, he didn't even try to pick it up.
Believe it or not, when making deliveries to people's homes you run into lots of guys, and women for that matter, who try to pick you up for some quick action. They answer the door in underwear, let their towel or robe fall open, have porn playing, or have porn magazines lying about where you will definitely see them. Hell, I've even seen vibrators and dildos on display, ready for action, or already greased up and used. And those are just some examples. The stories you may have heard are true.
Some guys probably have, but most guys don't get involved. Not me, and this particular opportunity couldn't have come at a better time, what with me being so horny already. Never being a man to waste time or an opportunity, and knowing he was horny and it was obvious what he was hoping for, I knew I could be bold and not risk my job. So, I stopped that old dolly, walked right over to him, looked at his dick, then at his face and said, "You need me to handle that package for you, too?"
"Hell yeah," the big guy grinned. "Let's get it on and get it off."
"No problem," I replied. "Just one thing I need to get clear first, before we go any further."
"Sure, what's that?"
"If I am going to take care of your package, you have to agree to take care of mine too. This isn't going to be a one-sided delivery; I am super horny and need to deliver the contents of my personal package to you as well."
"No problem," the guy grinned. "That it?"
"Yeah, that's it."
"Ok, well there is one thing I need to get clear first, too," the guy said.
"Ok?" I replied questioningly.
"I was going to suck you off anyway, but since you want to make demands, after we suck each other off I want you to get your uniform back on right away, and then unpack all those boxes you just delivered and put it all away for me," he said.
"And why would I do that?" I laughed. "You just said you were going to suck me off anyway, and even if you won't now, although I'd prefer a mouth, I still got my hand to take care of myself while I suck yours."
"Yeah, but if you refuse, I could always be forced to report your sexual misconduct to your boss. And, since you are still here, hard inside those uniform pants and grinning at me, I don't think it's going to be a problem for you. You want to suck on my hard cock, you do what I've asked and I will suck yours too and no one ever finds out. Call it a package deal," he grinned.
"I'll take that deal," I grinned back and then climbed out of my clothes in about ten seconds, and he immediately grabbed me by the hard dick, pulled it against his and wrapped his fist around both so our dicks were crossed like big, hot, veiny swords. He gave our dicks a few strokes and then he let go, grabbed just mine and dragged me into a bedroom - not that I had to be pulled real hard, you understand. We both got on the bed, head-to-crotch.
There's nothing I like as much as sucking on a big, hard dick, and this anonymous customer filled that bill just right. He had a good seven to seven-and-a-half inches of tube, all hard and straight and thick; a real throat-plunger. I got right on it, lapping all up and down the shaft, side to side and top to bottom, getting him all slick and shiny. Then I opened wide and started to suck.
He was no slouch, either. He had me by the balls, tickling his tonsils with the snout of my pecker. He grunted and groaned and snorted and slurped, working over my prick like he didn't expect to get another one for the rest of his life. The dude had hot lips, a tight throat and a magic tongue, quickly getting me worked up into a sweat. My hips were pumping, plunging my hard cock in and out, fucking his face like crazy.
The dude was leaking heavily, slicking my tongue with his lube. His balls were rolled up on either side of his shaft, bumping me in the nose every time he thrust his hips forward. I felt myself ready to blow and grabbed his ass, trying to get the fucker's cock-load first. But no such luck. He tasted my jizz and then popped off himself. Both of us rolled around on the bed, grappling as we fed each other a bellyful of hot ball-juice.
"Shit, you sure do make a hell of a delivery! And, not only am I not going to tell your boss about this, I'm gonna give you a huge tip, too," the guy told me as I started to get dressed.
"Thanks," I said. "Does that mean I don't have to unload those boxes anymore?" I asked.
He laughed. "Nice try, buddy, but it was a package deal, remember? Doesn't matter how good of a cocksucker you are, a deal's still a deal. So if I were you, I'd get to unpacking those boxes before you get too much more behind on your route. Don't worry, it won't take long."
So, I followed him and unpacked the goods from inside the boxes, placing them in his home office wherever he directed me, as he stood and watched, naked.
After I was done, he slipped me a hundred dollar bill. I couldn't believe it!
I love my job!
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