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Package to Deliver
Nate stepped out of the shower and dried himself. He wrapped his big, blue towel around his waist and caught a glimpse of himself in his bathroom mirror. The thin towel draped over his crotch, highlighting what hid below. His arms looked like they were getting some good muscle now; he flexed a bit.
Then he heard it again, a knocking noise. He thought it was the pipes while he was in the shower. Oh shit, somebody was at the door. He didn't have to run far; the apartment was really just one big room with an almost-kitchen in one corner and a couch with a bed pulled out, and the one other room, the bathroom.
Through the door, he shouted, "Uh.... hello? Who is it?"
"Package for you, sir!" was the reply.
He looked through the peep-hole and saw that it was a delivery guy. He just placed the order yesterday, so he didn't expect it to come so quickly.
Nate was only in a towel, and he could hear his loud neighbors in the hall. "Um... can you just leave it there?"
The deliver guy yelled, "I need a signature, man!"
Nate unlatched and opened the door, letting in the noise of a conversation down the hall and his across-the-hall neighbors coming in with groceries and jingling keys.
He peeked his head around the door, hiding his body. His bare shoulder and arm and chest each appeared around the door, reaching to try to take the clumsy little stylus on a string and scanner. His neighbors looked in. The delivery guy looked back at what Nate was looking at.
"Uh.... come in, come in," Nate fumbled, and in stepped the delivery guy.
With a slam from the breeze, the door shut and snatched the towel off, dropping it to the floor.
Nate covered himself awkwardly, turned to tug at the towel that was pinched in the door, and realized he was pointing his bare ass at the delivery guy. He turned around, covered his butt with one hand while trying to yank his towel free, not wanting to open the door. He was crouched and naked and jiggling.
"Sorry! Sorry? I..." he stumbled.
"Bro, it's cool, just leave it. Don't worry. Just leave it, man..." said the calm, carefree delivery guy.
Nate shook his head, sighed, rolled his eyes, and stood up. He looked at the ceiling, blocked the view with his hands, and looked at the delivery guy with an exasperated grimace.
The delivery guy slowly said, "it's no big deal man, really. It's just me, you got nothin' to be embarrassed about there, and I'm actually a nudist myself. It's all good, bro. Just relax."
Nate stepped forward, noticed how his dick wiggled as he walked, and signed for his delivery. He took the box and set it on his table.
He said, "Sorry to hold you up like this."
The delivery guy answered, "I'm in no rush, man. I parked and locked up, did like four or five drops in the building, and I just have these couple envelopes, and then I'll take lunch."
They stood in silence, nodding, not talking about the elephant in the room. Nate was still catching his breath and taking it in.
Nate asked, "I guess you've never had this happen before, huh?" The delivery guy laughed and shook his head.
"Nah, not really... but it's no big deal man. Oh, one time I did walk in on this dude watching porn."
That raised Nate's eyebrows. He paused for a second, "really?"
"Yeah, it was wild. Little house, I walk up and the door's open. Guy's got fans blowing; hot day like this. I knock on the screen door, but he doesn't turn around. I realize he's got headphones in, and I can see his computer screen. He's watching this porno, and I can kind of see it, too."
"Wow, uh... what did you do?"
"I couldn't just walk in and tap him on the shoulder. Well, I could've, but I'm not allowed to. I knocked louder and yelled more, and he turns around. It was like no big deal to him, though. He left it playing and came over to the door, no shirt and tenting out his shorts."
"You just got his signature and left?" still-naked Nate asked.
"No way man, I asked what he was watching and he showed me. I think maybe he wanted to get caught jerkin'."
As the delivery guy is telling this story, he's wiping his face with his forearm and lifting his shirt in the back, feeling the small of his back.
He said, "Hey, you got a paper towel, man? I'm sweatin' here."
Nate said sure and ripped off some. When he turned around, the deliver guy had gone from top-buttons-undone to shirt-off. He took the paper towel and wiped around his back and neck and underarms. His uniform shorts sagged and revealed the waistband of his boxers.
Nate pointed to the garbage, and the deliver guy wadded the paper towels into a ball and shot in.
Thinking how to be polite when you're naked and taking up a delivery guy's time, Nate asked, "do you want some water... ?"
"Nah man, I'm good. Hey, but... uh.... what would you think about me hopping in the shower quick, just to rinse off? That be okay?"
Nate was a little surprised, but didn't really care, if he thought about it for a second. Sure, that'd be okay, nice to help him cool off before he heads out again.
"Oh, sure. Yeah, go for it."
"You sure man? It's cool? Cool, thanks bro," the delivery guy said, kicking off his shoes and shucking his shorts and underwear down. He stood up straight again, revealing his full naked form and mirroring Nate's.
With one last step of peeling off those little socks that don't go up your ankle, the deliver guy nudged his pile of clothes with his foot and pointed questioningly to the open bathroom door.
He jogged in and looked at the shower knob. Nate rushed up behind him, almost bumped into him from behind, and pulled out the shower knob, twisting it to get the right temperature.
"It's just like this," he said, then crossed his arms.
The delivery guy tapped Nate on the chest, stepped into the water, didn't bother pulling the curtain closed, and said, "thanks man. This is great. Ooh, that feels nice. Don't bother getting dressed on my account, man. Naked party, right?" and with that quick few sentences and a dip of his head under the stream, the shower was over. He turned off the water and stepped out onto the bath mat, dripping.
Nate handed him a towel and stepped back out to the living room / bedroom / kitchen / foyer area.
"Bro, thanks so much. That feels so much better!" the deliver guy said, drying himself off quickly.
In the middle of all this quick, naked excitement, something was nagging at Nate's mind. He wasn't sure how to handle it. He spoke up.
"Hey, uh... you said when you walked in on that guy, uh, that he, that you, uh, watched porn with him?"
The delivery guy said, "Yeah, it was a good one, really nice."
Nate again didn't know what to say. He stammered, "you... like... watched it together?"
"Yeah man, we jerked one out together. You never done that with a buddy?"
Nate was surprised, really surprised. He thought maybe he had missed something. Were his guy friends jerking off in the same room, watching porn together and jerking off? Is that something guys really do?
As he was thinking about it, he realized that his new naked party guest was describing the porn in detail, the cast and the plot and some key moments.
The details were starting to give rise to some noticeable excitement. Both men glanced down at the shifting, stiffening members below.
The delivery guy gave his a tug and held it casually, "there it goes, man, and not too bad yourself there bro."
Nate found himself really liking getting complimented on his body. He hadn't really thought about how he stacked up, but here he was comparing.
The delivery guy went right ahead and asked, "I got time man, you want to rub one out? Got anything good to watch?"
It certainly wasn't part of his plans for the day, but here he was. Nate pulled up a website he liked and scrolled around. They talked about the titles available, pointed and commented. They laughed, and their knees bumped against each other as they crowded around Nate's desk.
They settled on a video and brought it up, letting it play even with the boring stuff at the beginning. They were both already hard. They got fully boned. They even showed off for each other, holding their hardons out on display.
"You never done this with a guy before?" asked the delivery guy."No, it's fun," answered Nate.
"Bro, I used to do this like every damn day. It's that time, let's whip 'em out."
As it progressed, they got harder and closer. They pumped and squeezed. They were both lefties, stroking their long dicks with their left hands, almost in unison.
Nate found himself touching his nipples, like he usually does when he jerks off, and then wondering if that was weird. Then the delivery guy leaned his head down and spit a little on the tip of his dick and rubbed it in and started tickling around his butt. Nate figured, whatever, just relax.
"Bro, you want me to help you out?" asked the deliver guy, reaching his hand over. "What?"
"You want me to do you a little? Feels good man. No?"
"I never... uh...."
"It's cool bro, here. That feel good man?" Nate was surprised how it felt to have another guy's hand on his dick, feeling around. His grip was good, and his hand felt kind of rough but also soft in a way. It was like a pretty damn good handjob.
Nate wondered if he should do the same. "You want me to... ?"
"If you want. You don't have to. Give it a try. It's not as big as yours but it's alright."
Nate reached down with his left hand to the hard dick on his left side and wrapped his fingers around it. He pulled it forward and back. It felt like jerking off but felt kind of different 'cause it wasn't his.
"Yeah man, that's good. How's this feel."
Nate just nodded that he liked it as a finger ran from his oozing tip down under. Nate loved to slide his precum around, and he figured his new friend must too.
After a few minutes, the delivery guy's wrist was a little tired. He let go of Nate's dick and reached across their laps with his left hand. He grabbed again and tugged a bit more skillfully.
"Feel okay man?" Nate answered, "yeah, that feels really really good."
"I want to finish myself, though. I'm gettin' close." They released each other and went back to side-by-side jerking themselves.
Having control again instead of letting the other guy drive felt new and hotter, and they were both getting ready.
Nate watched as the delivery guy held his right hand up to the tip of his dick and caught a handful of jizz that spurted and slid out. Nate bounced on his dick and aimed back to his chest as a few bursts shot up.
With grunted, gritted moans, they finished and started to relax, sigh, breathe out, notice the sweat on their foreheads or trickling down from their armpits.
Nate said, "I don't even know your name, man."
The delivery guy said, "I'm Dave" and held out his hand, and Nate grabbed it and shook his hand, squishing Dave's cum between their palms and fingers with a surprised laugh.