Delivering Loads - Part 1
I'm delivering for UPS. It's a tough round with a tougher boss.
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Delivering Loads - Part 1
My days with The Beast were over.
It started harmlessly, a double entendre here and there, then a look, he'd lick his lips slightly. Then he'd squeeze past me, his body rubbing over mine, his arms aloft, face to face, never breaking his gaze. All innocence.
He was trying to out me. I knew he knew. My eyes must've lingered too long on his package, or his broad chest, or his raspberry sized nips pushing through his shirt or his deep arse crack emphasised by his muscular arse, or on his treasure trail as he often lifts his shirt to rub his cute belly when he's thinking about something.
It might have been my eyes scanning from his dirty blond hair, down to his blonde 2 day growth to his tufts of hair poking out from the top of his shirt, or tracing his body down to his shirt buttons and fly, dodging across to the outline of his pipe, a microsecond laser scan, like a barcode reader.
He gave me the worst routes, the most parcels over widest distribution in the poorest neighbourhood in town.
Terry revelled in his nickname The Beast', he'd encourage it by saying at morning staff meetings and who am I?, we'd shout you're The Beast' and he'd push out his crotch grabbing his nuts. And shout yeah, you'd better believe it and now get out and deliver for me and for the company'.
One morning as we ran to the vans my drivers door was locked, the other vans sped off leaving me looking in my pockets and coat for my keys. I heard a jingle and looked at Terry holding the keys in front of him. His wedding band glistened. He pulled his waistband out and dropped them into his pants.
`You know what to do to get them don't you, in fact you want it don't you? No need to ask you, I've known that you get hard when you see me. Well, your round has started, the sooner you get to it the sooner you can drop your first load, right after I've dropped mine'.
I fell to my knees, his crotch pushed into my face, I could feel his hard cock on my nose, smell his musk, he ground his dick in my face.
I took the zip and lowered it, he breathed in tightly allowing me to unbutton his brown UPS pants and allow them to fall, fuck he's commando.
I took hold of his shaft, it felt great, hard, hot and hairy. I pumped it, watching the skin push over the rim to half way up the acorn and then pulling back tight, he moaned quietly. I knew what to do, I drooled my spit on his crown, a bead of his precum magnified his piss slit. I dipped his cock into my mouth and tasted his essence, sucking and wanking him off. In just a few strokes, grazing his head against the roof of my mouth to the glutinous rear he shuddered and pushed in hard gagging me as he dropped his load, I coughed as he spewed his cum, mixing with my saliva with his cum.
`2 out of fucking 10',
he said as he pulled up and zipped it away. He tossed my keys at me, I caught them.
`You'd better get better boy or you're on the dole'.
I ran to the van and worked my butt off that day. Getting back, I punched my card and he called me in his office. He stood up, his back to the door and pointed to his crotch. I assumed the position and undid his zipper and unhooked the beast out of his trousers, inhaled his musk and he pushed fully into my mouth, I quickly backed off and managed to snap my lips around the shaft, just below his glans ring and licked around under the rim with my tongue breathing in at the same time. His pheromone loaded air and taste made my cock spew pre-cum.
He moaned grabbing my scalp and I had him, he was mine, I was in charge for that brief moment of bliss as I made him spurt, I did that. My reward for a hard days work was to swallow his cum, feel it in my throat like cough syrup, edging down a little more with each well timed gulp until his cock just twitched and his sensitivity made him retract from my throat and zip up.
He lifted his knee to my jaw, I felt the crunch and he hurled me back,
`Fucking whore' he whispered as I fell backwards, scrambled up and ran out of the depot.
Next day, just before leaving I had a flat tire, same routine, I sucked him off as I put air in the tire, he came as the bell rang just when the pressure reached 38.
`4 out of 10' he wailed at me as I sped off in the van.
That night I checked out and he tripped me as I was leaving, I sprawled out on the depot floor. He hauled me up by my belt and pulled my UPS pants down, my shirt tails covered my arse a little, the cool air wafting around my balls, I heard his belt buckle undo and him grab a bunch of spit and then a pain as he entered me, rough enough but not too rough as he held my head back, pulling at my hair. He didn't last long until he shot in my guts.
He pushed me down by back of my neck, releasing him from my chute and he buckled up. I scrambled up and left.
The next morning he gives the troops his corny `I'm the beast' pep talk and announces that he's coming out on a round today for quality assurance and pointing to the guys he says the lucky guy is.... His finger pointed at me. The other guys sighed in relief and sped off.
Terry grinned at me as he picked up a wad of blankets used to pack out the van and threw them at me. I put them in the back.
He says for me to bend over, I hear a tear and feel a coldness on my arse, he's folding his pen knife away.
`For easy access',
he laughs.
I feel the slit in my pants.
He sits in the drivers seat
`You driving?' I say
`No I'm fucking',
He pats his thighs for me to clamber on his knees.
`I love my job' he laughs and unzips and fishes out The Beast and grolls up a bunch of phlegm and coats his turgid 9" as I climb in.
I fall back onto him, the pain sears through me as I slowly open up for him and nestle down, my cheeks brushing his pubes and the cold metal zipper scratches my tender pink cheeks.
I start her up and he pushes the seat back so I reach the pedals and the UPS truck lurches kangaroo like out of the depot. He moans, holding me tight, squeezing my nipples and rubbing my abs as I drive along the bumpy road. I stop at the lights and lift off him a little. My feet on the deck.
`Good boy' he says as he rabbit fucks me quickly,
The lights change, I sit down crushing his eggs,
`Fuck' he groans as I speed off, every pothole exciting him more.
The first drop is easy, I pull off him, locate the parcel, scan it, deliver it to a cute guy still in his PJ's. I lift up the roller shutter at the back to check off the parcels. Terry is naked. He beckons me in I close the shutter from inside and he's stripping me. His hands are all over me, silent, kissing my body as I pull off my pants, he's at my arse, briefly licking me out, his hands on my cock, gripping, then down my thighs, pulling at my nuts, slapping my arse, pinching my nips, then he kisses me tenderly.
I melt into his body, my slight wiry frame seems boy like against his muscular, broad body. In the dim light his golden chest hair glistens with sweat, his big hands grip me to his body. `The Beast' is trapped between us, fierce hot against my abs, a chill on my wet hole as the cold morning air wafts over my cheeks, one warm with his big paw, the other cold. I clench, it's time.
`Fuck me, please' I whisper. He releases his hands and I lie down on the blankets and swing my legs high.
He grins, leering at me as he grabs my ankles and aligns them on his shoulders, shuffles up on his knees, dragging me to him and leaning over he pushes in. No rabbit motion now, just a slow advance that seems to go on for ever, my ring feeling every turgid vein as his thick shaft pierces my tender pucker. Finally he's fully in, I look at his arms rising either side of me, above me his chest, the bony valley where his pecs try to meet, the hairs pointing up to his face. He wiggles his shaft in me,
`Oh yeah',
he whispers and slowly pulls out, my ring is on fire as the skin turns and he grazes his way back out, then in, he exhales as his glans rubs against the walls of my chute as his hairy, prickly shaft motors its way to maximum impact, he finds my prostate, pressing on the bud, I shudder,
He stops,
`you like that don't you?',
He says and pulls out a little, adjusts and pushes in harder somehow, over the bud again. I moan, he focusses on this movement now, rocking his dick on my prostate, he's looking at me, his eyes glistening, wet, as he humps me in short movements, my tracker device pings.
I'm late for next delivery. He ignores it and dropping his head he kisses me as his arse rocks me to oblivion. I trace a hand up his strong back, from his arse crack up his valley back to his nape, my other hand feeling his arse rise and fall as I groan in delight, my ring pain dissipates with the pleasure, a billion nerve endings firing as he fucks me, building up now, swapping the pleasure from me to him.
He's up on his arms now, his face looking forwards over me, I'm just a fuck piece now, a vessel for his release. He's building up faster, harder longer strokes. My cock is like a worm, soft, wet, sticky, my balls jangling, his nuts slapping on me as he mechanically pounds me, he lifts his body off me, just his dick in me, I feel colder, then he falls down on me, his full weight on me, so warm, so close as he moans out a guttural, deep bass groan and fills me with his load. He pulses and pulses.
The device pings, he lifts up,
We get dressed, his cum exiting my arse, dribbling down my thigh.
He sits in the drivers seat, his cock soft and squishy against my cummy hole, leaking onto him as I drive to the next house. I'm embarrassed now and quickly deliver the box, my arse must be wet? He's in the passenger seat, marking me on his tablet.
`You're 15 mins behind, get a fucking move on or you're sacked'.
I rush to the next 10 deliveries, not caring about the mess at my rear, I want to keep my job.
`You're still 8 minutes behind schedule',
I make up time and am exhausted as we pull in.
`Good run but I've taken points for your sloppy uniform and I've deducted your wages for a new set of pants.'.
`Thanks Boss' I say and cycle home, my arse on fire, my cock in a semi.
Next day after the shift the lads are hanging around, unusually, The Beast comes out grinning,
`Good shift today lads, you've all contributed to my bonus, as a reward you can all try my new toy'.
He grabs my shoulders and starts to strip, the guys roar and they're dropping their pants, cocks aloft.
`Who's first?',
`You are boss' they shout
`Right answer', he says.
He pushes my head down, my hands on my knees and he plunges in. The lads roar and line up, slowly wanking. Boss makes a great play of enjoying my arse, slapping me, calling me a slut whore who lives for his dick. His no2, Marty, walks over and sticks his cock in my mouth as boss fucks me, I oblige, I like Marty, he gently lets me suck him,
`Dirtier than my wife',
he turns and grins at the lads, then pulls out and the lads form a line at each end.
`I ain't going in there, no way!',says Don pointing to my arse and he joins the front line.
Boss cums in me, pulls out dripping, his dick almost at his knees, swaying. Teds up next,
`Mmm sloppy seconds' he says as he glides in on Boss's spunk then judders his leg, tossing his head back,
`Fuck that's beautiful' as he grunts and shoots,
`I can't last these days, don't get much at home',
Barney says
`yeah, I know what you mean, oh fuck this one's still tight, even after The Beast',
I feel him glide in, he's straight for my prostate, I moan.
`I love a moaner, take this fag',
and he ploughs me till my eyeballs are popping, I'm drooling, I can't move my mouth, my focus is on my ring and the attack it's getting.
Josh is at my mouth, pushing in and out,
`You gonna suck me or what?',
`Oh yeah, sorry',
I mumble and get to it readjusting my focus to this beautiful young guys shaft, attached to his beautiful body, slight abs tensing, showing a slight six pack, me eyes trace the golden hairs from his bush to his belly button as he pumps my mouth, I'vecgot the measure of him, his cock it feels different somehow, more direct, the rims sturdier, more rubbery, he shoots,
`Fuck what's good',
He continues to shoot over my face, the guys laugh,
`Right on his eye!',
He pushes his cock in my face and shoots a volley tight up against my nose, some spurts up my nostrils and is dropping out.
At the other end Barney is going for it like a jack hammer, reaching a crescendo. Terry is videoing him on his phone.
`Fuck me!',
Barney shouts and he collapses on me, his legs juddering like a dog, bending at the knees as he loses himself up my arse. Frank pushes him away and sinks on in, i'm adjusting to his girth, as thick as Terry but not as long. He's gentle and strokes my back and lats, caressing my ribs.
Josh's cum is running down my face. Frank is so tender, laughing with the guys but lent over, arms under me, stroking my dick, getting me off. He whispers to my ear,
`tell me when you're close baby'.
I nod. He's rubbing my chest and nips, my cock is spewing precum, Frank licks it up and tastes it.
The men are gathered around. He's the last. Terry videos a close up of Franks thick cock entering my arse and cum squirting back out, the sound is of squelching.
Josh takes hold of my cock and plays with the foreskin, making it pop over the rim and pulling it down, repeating slowly.
`I'm close',
I say and they speed up. Josh wanking me now and Frank plugging me harder, faster. Frank pulls out and I turn, we face each other, cocks in hand, legs bent grimacing as we beat one out, spurting over each other.
The lads cheer and throw me my UPS shirt they've used as a cum rag, I toss it to Frank who cleans up his spunk on it and I dress. My shirt has white smears on the khaki, now a dark wet brown, soaked in cum.
They're off to the pub. I cycle back home and fall into bed and felt the 6 loads running down my onto my nuts as I lay on my stomach and fell asleep still wearing the stinky cummy shirt.
Next day I phone in sick. I look on the work site and DPD are looking for drivers, I apply on line, get a zoom interview that afternoon, it goes well, they must be so short of drivers their first question is,
`when can I start?',
`Is tomorrow OK?'
`Sure, look forward to seeing you 6:30 on the dot. Bring your photo ID and a utility bill. We'll have your uniform ready. You look a medium right?'
`Yeah 38 chest, 32 waist'
`I remember being that', laughs the new boss.
`Oh and we have a tradition of going to the pub over the road after your first day.',
`Great' I say and hang up.
I text The Beast. `Please accept this as my resignation as of today.',
He pinged back
`Yesterday actually, I'm not paying you to look for work, just wash your uniform and return it, on second thoughts just bin it',
I showered and had an early night, my ring was sore and my pocker mirror showed it was puffy from the pounding.
Up at 6 for my new job, I cycled in. Turns out DPD was the same as UPS, just a different coloured vans and uniform. A good day, but the same awful traffic slowing me down, relentless pressure.
I got the first round in and carried the tray back to the table as Dave was pushing another table together, I went back for the second tray, and put the drinks on the table or into grabbing hands. I felt like a bloody waiter.
My first day at work and an after work `welcome drink' they called it, how could I refuse? I looked for a seat and there wasn't any, I pulled over a spare chair from an adjacent table and shuffled in, ever the outsider.
I thought, well hoped, this would be the job, you know, a new start, new mates, new life.
Josh walked in and high fives with one of the new guys.
`Hey, look who's here', he walks across.
`Gone to the dark side, hope it wasn't anything I did?',
said Josh clutching his dick quickly, surreptitiously.
I smiled, he was fucking gorgeous and I recall his cut cock, mine leapt in my pants.
Nope, nothing you did, I said quietly, closely, feeling his body heat as I spoke into his ear, fuck even that's beautiful. in fact you can do that anytime' I said as his mate returned with a drink.
`So you know him Josh?' says Bobby
`Yeah Bobby, delivering loads is a small world' as his hand fell on my bum and cupped and squeezed my arse cheek in one hand, holding his pint with the other.
TBC
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