Cooling Off with the UPS Guy Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
Thanks to all the guys out there who have written in response to my stories. Even if I haven't had the chance to respond, I appreciate it. Don't worry: I plan on continuing on with Team Reward and wrapping up Parents Weekend, but until I get back in the groove and find the time, I'm posting a few shorter, get-off-quick stories.
This story was originally supposed to be part of SAE Action, and I may have posted it somewhere on the net, but I got tired of that story, so I'm adding on to this part and rewriting it. Enjoy, and let me know if you shoot a load to it. Comments to billdrake@hotmail.com.
WARNING: The following is for adults only. Contains graphic depictions of men having sex with men. Do not read if this bothers you. The characters do not practice safe sex, but this is fiction. In the real world, take care or yourself and play safe.
Cooling Off with the UPS Guy
I pulled out my hardened dick, which was completely coated in white, hot jism. The head made a popping sound as it cleared free of the tight sphincter that still held onto it hungrily. I looked down at the fine form of my fraternity brother Russell. Big, humpy guy with muscles in all the right places, blonde hair, green eyes, and a nice, round fuckable butt.
That butt was still moving, still grinding into the bed sheets below. Man, was Russ worked up and horny this morning. I knew I couldn't leave my buddy to get his nut on his own like this. Besides, that perfect ass of his kept me hard and horny. Reaching down with my right hand, I pushed my cock down until it was perpendicular to my thick brown pubes. I knew I didn't have to be gentle. Guiding my missile to its target I pressed in with one hard, swift thrust.
"Unngh!" Russell groaned even louder. "That's it Bill, fill me up again. Oh, shit, I was hoping you wouldn't stop."
For the next five minutes, I pounded his butt into the mattress so hard I'd thought the bed would break. Russ, the stud, kept up with each thrust and was getting off from the friction of his cock against the sheets. My balls were beginning to draw up, ready to spray my buddy's insides with a second round of ball batter, when I noticed Russ's arm move down toward his crotch.
"Don't think about it, fucker," I warned. I knew he needed to get off bad, but I wanted to make his orgasm even better. With my large cock still lodged deep in his guts, I pulled up his beefy frame so that he was leaning forward rather than lying down. His hands were now on the bed, unable to take care of his own dick, and I put my hands firmly on his wrists to make sure they stayed there.
Then I started to pile drive my cock without mercy. "I want you to come from the inside, buddy. Do you feel my dick in you? You feel it rubbing you real good? Well, I'm gonna keep on rubbing you stud til your big dick shoots its wad, hear that?"
"Ah, Jesus, that feels sweet. Oh, fuck me, yeah, just like that."
I pounded harder. That ass felt exquisite wrapped tight around my cock. I started to feel the ass ring clamp then open then clamp again, in a quick successive rhythm.
"Shit, I'm gonna blow!" Russ yelled. My head was next to his and I watched as rope after hot rope of my stud friend's sperm blasted across the bed and coated both our arms.
"That's it, buddy" I cooed into his ear, "Let it all loose." But I was talking to myself as much as to him, cause a split second after I felt my own waves of fuck pleasure spread over my body and out my spasming dick. Right into that warm wet ass. It was my second load of the day and damned if it wasn't as big a gusher as the first. As my thrusts slowed down I could feel and hear the squishiness of Russ's cum-drenched ass being rubbed raw by my cock.
Just then the alarm clock rang for the second time. Russell snapped out of his post-fuck daze and looked up at the time. "Shit!" he said. "I'm gonna be late for class." He wiggled his hot bod out from the weight of mine and got up off the bed. He didn't bother with showering, I guess he was going to class still wet from my sperm and both our sweat. Quickly, he pulled up a pair of shorts and searched my drawer for a clean T-shirt. Russ has a bigger build than I do, so my shirt stretched tight across his chest and barely came down to cover his blonde-furred abs completely. Damn, he was sexy, I almost had the notion to wrestle him to the ground and screw him again.
"Thanks, Drake," Russ said, putting on a baseball cap to cover up his bed hair. "I really needed that fuck."
"Anytime, man," I replied as he left the room. I felt like I should be thanking him. I was lucky to have a stud like Russ to dick on a regular basis. I'm not a slouch and have a pretty muscular body, plus a dick that a lot of guys seem to go crazy for, but Russell James Harris is definitely the hottest fuck in the fraternity.
I got up to shower and damn if my dick would not go down. You'd think after giving up two big morning loads, it would be satisfied and usually it was. But today I felt real horny. As the hot water cascaded down my muscles, I kept thinking about Russ squirming his tight ass against my rod. My manmeat throbbed in my hand. I thought about whipping out a good volley of jism right there in the shower, but thought it'd be best to save it.
Got dressed and realized I had ten minutes to get across campus for an intermural basketball game. A couple of brothers and I were playing some our buddies from KA. My game was getting better, so I was eager to continue throughout the summer despite the heat. Besides, the KA guys, Kevin, Mitch and Rob, were some of the hottest guys I knew. Never would I pass on a chance for a shirtless game of three-on-three with the campus studs.
It was a hot summer day and by the end of the game I was drenched in sweat. I'd removed my shirt, but even my shorts were soaked through wet. And as I went 'commando' that morning, my semi-hard dick was visible for all to see. Getting back to the house, I immediately went to get a cold beer, gulped about half of it down and headed to the shower. So hot and humid oustide, not the best weather to play basketball in really, so I decided to cool down with a cold shower. It was starting to relax when I heard a buzz, the doorbell. I intended to ignore it, but it was persistent, so I turned the shower off, wrapped a towel around myself and darted to the front door. There aren't many brothers around the house during the summer, so I figured if I didn't answer no one would.
Still dripping, I opened the door and in front of my was the UPS guy. "Hello there, sorry to bother you. Have a few large packages. ... Let's see, Harrison, Carter and Brock. Can you sign for them?" I looked the guy over. 30 years old, my guess, about 5'10", brown hair/blue eyes, darkly tanned olive complexion and built like a brick shithouse. The man's torso was a bit hidden by the brown uniform, but the arms alone bulged to a massive size.
"Uh, sure," I said, "I'll sign and you can bring them on in." The delivery man went to his truck as I watched a perfect, muscular bubble butt encased in the brown uniform shorts. One by one brought the packages in. I helped him move them around, unsettling my towel a bit, but it stayed on fine.
"Man," he sweated, "do you have anything to drink?"
"You bet, wanna beer?"
"Hell, I shouldn't, but on a day like this, it's about all you can drink." He followed me to the kitchen and I offered him a cold one.
"Thanks a lot. My name's Jim, by the way." I shook hands.
"I'm Bill. Pleasure to meet you."
We chatted a little, about the weather, about the deserted campus, then Jim said to me, "You have quite a build there. You must have a good workout schedule." Coming from a guy with muscles of rippled steel, the statement seemed odd, but I was flattered nonetheless. It was the first time I was really conscious that I was standing here with a well-built, young-looking hunk while wearing nothing but a wet towel around my waist. It was also the first time I thought something might be going on between us.
"Hell, thanks, but I don't think it compares to a body like yours. Even with what your uniform hides, I bet you've got a flawless build."
I hoped I hadn't gone too far with that last one, but I must not have, because Jim just smiled and began unbuttoning his uniform shirt, revealing his huge pecs and tight abs more with each button. "I'll just show you," he said. He peeled off his shirt. His torso was flawless, like a Men's Health magazine cover, only slightly beefier and slightly less cut. His nipples were dark brown and the size of quarters and I could see the beads of sweat flowing down over the goosebumps that were forming in reaction to the air-conditioning inside.
I stared and all the while Jim was just standing there smirking at me. I'm getting the signals all right, I told myself, I knew I had to get into this stud's uniform and that he was expecting me to make the next move.
"Jesus your muscles look so hard. Can I feel?"
"Go for it." I reached my hand out and began to rub the thick mound of his pec. His nipple began to stiffen under the persuasion of my palm. I felt Jim's hand come up to my chest and begin rubbing up along to my neck.
"You don't have that bad of a bod yourself, stud." He pulled me to a kiss in which we took what felt like an eternity to explore each others mouths. Somehow, my towel was down by my feet and Jim's strong, callused hand was stroking my hard on.
"Do you like to fuck?" Jim asked, moving his mouth along the side of my face to my ear, then down my neck.
"Hell yeah. You up for it?" Jim pulled back and dropped his pants. His boner was nothing to sneeze at, long and hard, but I was soon given view of his ass as he bent over the kitchen table.
"I don't need lube," he said, "Just rim me out a bit before sticking it in." I proceeded to give Jim's firm ass a royal rimming, alternating tonguework and finger fucking to loosen him up good. With each probe of my tongue, the hunk grunted and called out my name, telling me to eat his ass out right. I pushed a finger in, feeling the elastic assring constrict and then give way to accommodate the persistent invader. I ground my digit in and out of his tight hole as he moaned. Next came a second finger. More moaning. When I had three fingers working up his hole and he was crying out for more, I knew it was time to fuck him for real. Maybe it was the heat outside, but this fellow was hotter than hell. I could feel the heat and sweat radiate from his back as I plowed him and could feel the warmth of his ass clenching along my cock. I didn't really spare him much, just kept thrusting. I was getting off doing this butch guy up the ass, having him squirm to take my meat in and calling out my name.
I reached around and found his exposed poker, waiting for a good jack. I began to pump on him at the same rate I was fucking him. After a minute or so of this, I felt burning hot prickjuice spurt all over my hand. Part of me wanted to taste this hunk, but the other part of me decided to feed him his own cum while I fucked his muscleboy ass. The sight of him lapping up his jism off the fingers I force fed into his mouth got my rocks off quicker than anything. I was hosing a good load into the man's quivering ass. We stood there for a minute. Jim draped over the table, his load spent on the floor. Me draped over Jim's back, my load and my dick still way up his ass as we caught our breath again.
Jim looked up and said to me, "Man, you horny fuck, you're cock's still hard as a rock." He was right. My dick was still hard as ever and showed no signs of dying down. Impulsively and almost instinctively I ground my erect cock gently into his wet, well-fucked gut.
"What do you say we have another round?"
"Hell Jim, I think you're my kind of man." We rearranged ourselves. I sat down on a chair and Jim sat himself down on my dick. This time I could see his beautiful face and built torso as he rode me, not to mention his also stiff dick bounding up and down. This fuck was much smoother because my cum gave plenty of lubrication for my piston lunging in and out of him.
"Yeah, you like getting fucked by fratboy's dick, don't you stud? Do you ride all the frat guys like this?" Jim was getting even more turned on.
"Yeah," he said, "there's usually a horny guy around with a big dick and a load to get off."
"Fuck, this ass is fine. I could breed this butt all day long."
"Go for it, soldier, show me how a big-dicked college boy like you breeds a real stud's ass."
By now, Jim's rough riding had drained me of any ounce of juice I had. The view of this delivery man's face, contorted in bliss, as my cock painted his asswalls with fresh semen was priceless.
He still hadn't come, so as he stood up, I leaned over and took all of his cock down my throat. I sucked at his prick voraciously and hefted his nuts until I could feel that a load was coming on. I pulled back enough to catch the cum in the front of my mouth. A few more spurts and Jim was finished. I stood up and gave Jim a deep kiss, sharing his cum in our mouths as our tongues fucked each other.
Jim finally had to get back to work, so he said, "Say, I'm pretty regular on this route. What do you say we fuck on my lunchtime?"
"Can't think of anything better, Jim" I said and gave him a good bye kiss.