==This is not recruitment for UPS or other men who deliver and wear shorts. If you would like the job, you have to apply like the men in this story. Incidentally, 18 and over is the requirement to read this story.....sorry baby.
I am 22 years old. My name is Gary Watson. I just graduated Columbia University with a degree in Personnel Management. I am partially gay. What I mean is that I can fuck girls, but my dreams are about guys who deliver in brown shorts, especially those with sunburned legs, with a nice show of reddish brown hair. Oh, my, just writing this makes me pant and my cock press against the inside of my fly.
I have run across my guys in Malls with their little truck piled with packages, making stops at different stores. Oh the cute intent looks on their manly faces as they figure out the correct address location.
These strong guys all have innocent faces. I bet they are good in bed because they can get enthusiastic. I hope their girl friends suck cock and like to be eaten because I know my boys like to do it. Look at their full lips and red tongues that they pass over their pure white teeth when they are in a perplexed mood.
Lately they have changed the short lengths. They used to be really short and show the full brown upper legs. Now they seem to have adopted longer shorts, 9" inseam I think. What a disappointment, but still you can see the strong calves above their charmingly droopy brown socks and those knees. The plate sometimes has hairs on it. That is too much to bear. But all have these wide knees, not bony ones.
I might have spent my life admiring them from a distance (except sometimes I sneakily walked behind them and captured their sweaty smell drifting behind them. Yum. But an exciting future presented itself. There was job opening for assistant personnel manager for a new delivery service and I applied. I noted that they were almost violation of copy write laws as their log was quite similar to the big guy's. Their trucks were similar as well as the uniforms of the delivers, except they maintain use of the short shorts.
I got the job on a six-month trial. I was to interview prospective hires. Oh shit, must I? I was given a small room and a list of names to interview. I was told that they have a company policy, no fatties, and no shorties, referring to height, not what you are thinking in your dirty minds.
First name on the list was a Walter Neeling. I poked my head out of the door and looked around. Shit, there were five guys waiting and they all half rose. "Walter Neeling," I called depressing my voice. After all I was only twenty-two and a mere dewy boy with eyes that were too big and too innocent. Couple that with my too small rosebud mouth and you know why I had to speak like the CNN guy.
Walter came in, his baseball cap in his hand, his application indicated he was thirty-five. Walter was the kind of guy who is sitting next to you in an Irish policeman's bar and talks only to the bartender. "Why do you want to work for us, Walt," I said delineating who was the superior.
"Well son," he said, returning the balance. "It's a steady job, it's outdoors, and you can keep in shape hefting those boxes, and you meet some interesting people." He winked at that last phrase and included me in to "interesting" that he really meant weird. He already lost the job, but I might as well go on with the routine.
"Walt, slip on these shorts. We want to see how you will look to the public. I take you for a 42 waist?"
"Do you have a changing room?"
"Not necessary, just us guys, go behind that chair."
Actually the big guy slipped off his olive Desert Storm type pants right out in the room exposing his saggy old washed out briefs. But they were clean. He slipped on the company pants and stood in front of me. His legs were a forest of hair, black hair at that. You could hardly see his knees. The combination of that and his prejudiced answer knocked him out of the ball field. But I couldn't help tormenting him. "Your legs and strong I guess for the leg work you have to do. It's hard to determine that with all your hairiness. I don't suppose you have ever thinned it out?"
"Are you kidding? If I did that I'd be trimming me pubic hair next." He said that as if it was the most insane thing in the world, not knowing that I actually shave mine, well at least Donny the gay barber does it for me and sucks me off when he is finished.
I shook his sweaty hand, wiped it on my pants as I said, "We'll call you if we require a second interview."
He shuffled out and I again did my magic trick of poking my heard out. "Reed Mallory," I was going to add ":Common Down! Like the price is right but I restrained myself. A willowy blond stood up, smoothed out his chinos and strode toward the door that I held open. He glanced at the sign on my desk.
"Hey Gary, how they hanging?" He had the insane idea that since our ages were about the same, that we could be pals. I nipped that in the bud, although I hated to put a frown on his cute face.
"Since we just met, call me Mr. Watson and I'll answer to that."
"Oh, sorry." He was so sorry he uncrossed his long legs and sat with his hands on his knees as if in place to start a relay.
"Reed, are you good in math?"
"Naw, but I passed that little test you give."
"Can you lift heavy packages."?
"Year-ah, and I can leap tall buildings with a single....oops, sorry."
This was a fun guy. Probably a little gay, maybe 33-1/3%.
"Reed, I'm not permitted to ask you this question, but are you..."
"Am I gay? Gay enough to do anything, anything, to get this job."
He licked his lips suggestively. Now I wouldn't mind meeting him after the interviews to tell him that he got the job and what will he do to thank me, but I wasn't going to make this a casting couch deal. He did jump when I said, "Take off you pants boi."
"Ooooh, you are so butch."
"......And put on these company shorts. You're a 30?"
"Twenty nine, babe."
He pulled them up to emphasize he packed crotch. Legs excellent, slightly hairy with blond fuzz. His knees left a little to be desired, a little too bony, but the whole effect was coltish and appealing.
"Okay, you can get dressed, you'll likely hear from us. We need three men so your chances are good."
"Thanks, now I don't have to get dressed right away. I could hang out here and give opinions on the others."
I swatted his ass. "Out!"
The others where not worth telling about, one smelled from cigars and the other BO. There was one applicant left, a Chip Bloom. I had noticed him sitting in a dark corner, now it was his turn. He rose at my beckoning finger. Ah, this was a boy to behold. He had that marine recruitment poster boy look. You know, square determined boyish face, close-cropped red/blonde hair and sturdy body with deep chest, big shoulders and narrow waist. Once in my office he stood waiting to be asked to sit. Good move on his part. "Please sit down." I noted that in choosing the chair, he picked the one right close to the desk he was showing his lack of fear.
Looking over his resume I noted that he was twenty-three, although he had the look of an 18 year old high school graduate. Wow, he had been in the Marines. "How long were you in the Marines?"
"About a year."
"What happened? Any medical problems?"
"Nooooo, well to tell the truth, they say 'don't tell' well I told. Get it?"
"Oh I see, then you are gay?"
"Let me put it this way, and I hope this doesn't effect getting the job, I fuck four ways."
"Four ways?"
"Well I fuck guys, I get fucked by guys, I fuck girls and they fuck me."
"I don't get the last one."
"Strap on. You ever heard of that?"
"Uh, yes. How about oral sex?"
"Same thing, except for the last one no strap on, I got a nice long tongue."
He stuck it out. I immediately put my hand on my rising crotch to quiet the jumping there. He noted it and smiled. "You want me to get undressed Mr. Watson? I know that's the routine, that skinny, blond kid told me."
"Yeah. You a 30? Well 32 really since I am out of the service I've been drinking a few beers a day, but I'm still pretty tight. Look." He slid down he pants and his olive drab marine underwear and patted his perfect, muscular six-pack. There was a delicious faint trail of reddish hair leading from his outy to his luxuriant public hair.
I handed him the brown shorts. He held this a minute, "I think they will fit better if I go commando. Is that okay?"
"Sure," I croaked.
Down went his under shorts revealing a fat prick laying cozily on the indentation of his hanging balls. He hefted his balls and rearranged his dick and then, smiling at me put on the company shorts. "How they look?"
"Nice," I said also croaking and drawing out the word. I could see that he had the whole situation in hand, just like a Marine. And he smiled winningly at me with his strong, white teeth. "Mr. Watson!" he said in a commanding voice. "You are ordered to do three things on the double. One, lock the door, two tell switchboard to hold calls for an hour, and three get down and assume the position. I have a package for you Mr. Watson."
I rushed to do his orders, almost enjoying giving in to him. I got down on my knees to fulfill the third order. His prick was slightly lengthened, but technically soft. "Just say 'hah, hah' a few times and heat up my big guy."
I did it, and like magic his prick began to grow and open up like a those little Japanese umbrellas they put in drinks. It grew and grew and lifted out of the valley in rested on above his ball sac. As it rose, the sex scent of the Ex Marine's launching equipment wafted into my nose. It made me achingly hard. "Open your pretty mouth Mr. Watson, show me what you can do to make me agree to take the job."
The head of his dick was oozing nectar. I swiped my tongue over the piss slit and gathered it all. He made a slight 'humph' sound. Then I lifted the organ with my tongue and slipped my lips over the upper part, licking the head wildly and spiraling my tongue all around it. His hips moved up with impatience and his dick entered my steaming mouth a few more inches. I looked up at him from my position on my knees, his steely military eyes were narrow slits glinting through the lids. His mouth was open in a stupid slack way. I knew I had him. All smart Alec bravado had evaporated and his concentration was on his prick. I moved my mouth so that the big guy entered my throat and his luxuriant reddish pubic hair was against my nose. I swallowed a few times and he moaned loudly. "Oh yeah, that's the way. You got me more than half-way to a nice hard cum, but you got to earn it."
I kept him deep, I corkscrewed my tongue, I swallowed rapidly, and then with my right hand I lifted his heavy balls. One ball was on the way to one side of the lower part of the shaft and the other to the other side. They gradually migrated until they were about a quarter of the way, decorating each side of his shaft. I stroked those bulging balls, I licked them, I pulled on his thickening sac and moved it back and forth. Suddenly the wealth sensation I bestowed on him had their effect. His boyish mouth was drooling spit, his eyes were closed tightly and his facial expression was no long a handsome guy, but a mask of almost unendurable passion to cum. I took my mouth away for a moment, "Cum you bastard. Why don't you cum."
"I need a little pain, like in boot camp."
"Okay, I can do it."
I put my mouth back on his cock and bottomed it, but with my right hand drawn back I released it to a sharp smack on his manly cheek. His eyes flew open and they began tearing. "Too hard boy?'
He kind of blubbered a bit. "Yes, but I deserve. Do it again."
I knew that this second slap would make him cum. I slurped hard on it and then slapped his other cheek. His body began humping my face. I tasted the first sweet spray of cum, then a second. His body was leaping and his cock was delivering. It was a monumental moment. My cock began to spew into my dress pants but I didn't care. I loved his cries of helpless passion. A boy who always seems to be in charge is often the most helpless boy when he is in the throes.
He sagged back on the chair. "Hell Gary, you are A number one in cock sucking. You earned the Good Conduct Medal. I am drained and weak." Then he grinned, "It might take me a full five minutes before we can do it again. But let me ask."
"Yes you got the job. It's late now. How about having a hamburger with me and then coming up to my place for some company instruction?"
"Yeah, we can try out two of my fuck talents, getting and giving."
End
I don't recommend mixing professional duties with sex, but this is allowed in a Nifty story...right?