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Redneck Delivery Guy
Well, all I can tell you is thank God; my SUV is not as large as I thought. I've been restoring my patio and pool area over the past six months and decided to finally break down and buy some new patio furniture. I had already picked everything out, but was being cheap and kept on putting off buying it. So finally last week, I sat down at the old computer and went online to order some of it. The local "Lowes" didn't have all the pieces that I wanted, but south Tampa did. I went ahead and placed an order; deciding to save some money, registering to have everything picked up. Deciding Friday was a good day; I arrived at the store only to find that one of the boxes was way too wide for my SUV. I then went to customer service and arranged to have everything delivered over the weekend.
Well, on Sunday morning the phone call that came wasn't to let me know that they were on their way, but to tell me that one of the guys had a refrigerator slip and hit his back. They weren't going to make it until the next day. Since I couldn't miss work; we decided that they would leave everything in a designated spot that was out of sight and semi-secured.
Next day, I decided to go ahead and call in a "work at home" day, but had not let the dispatcher of the delivery know.
There I sat writing some of these "musings" that I love to share with my friends (old and new); when I hear *&$%$# and some words that I couldn't understand.
I jumped up and ran to the patio door. There stooped (rubbing his lower back) over is the cowboy/redneck of many a wet dream. Here comes the expected cliche description; tall, a little over 6', crewcut, goatee and mustache, skin-tight straight legged jeans, skin-tight dark blue t-shirt, "pointy-toe" cowboy boots and the largest belt buckle that I ever saw outside a rodeo. Later I was to find out pale ice-blue eyes as well.
I slowly opened the door, asking is everything okay. He looked up slowly, smiling and says, sorry for cursing, didn't know that there was anyone home. That's okay I tell him; I decided last minute to work from home today, so that I could be here for the delivery. What happened, I ask.
Well, I'm sure you heard about the refrigerator incident yesterday. That was me. It didn't do much more than slide off the dolly and bump into me; so I thought. Guess I must have strained my back more than I thought though.
Listen why don't you come inside and sit down for awhile, I asked. No, don't worry about me, it's no problem. Listen, huh? sorry what's your name? Mine is Paul, I tell him. He says sorry, mine's Padgett. Listen Padgett, quit being a pain and come in and sit down. Let me call my dispatcher if you don't mind and tell him that I'll be delayed he says.
Padgett called and told them that he was slowed up again and would be a while due to the incident at my house. They called back in about 2 minutes and excused him from the rest of the day. I was the last delivery on his truck at this time.
After the call I said, good, sorry if it affects your pay, but you need a break. He said no, I'm salaried, so no worry. Good, I tell him. How about a beer since you are off the rest of the day. Great, I could use it.
We sat out by the pool and enjoyed an hour long conversation about growing up in the south, family and various other things. I really liked him; plus he was hot. I could tell though from my "gaydar" that he was straight.
We sat through many a story to each other. Then after that one hour; he asked to use the bathroom. I said sure. After about 3 minutes he yells out for help. I come running in to find out what's wrong.
Padgett is standing with his back to the door, pants unzipped, out to the wind, yelling, my back again, damn it.
He barely zips it away before I help him walk back to my living room. There I tell him okay, here's my returned favor.
I lay him down on the floor on his stomach. I go get my tens (electrical stimulus unit) and place it on his back. While it's running, I lift his shirt and start rubbing his back. I tell him that the tens unit and my back rub need to be lower. He raises up to unbuckle his belt and jeans. Then he slides them down some.
While the tens unit is still going; I keep on massaging. As I am now basically rubbing butt cheeks; I feel no shame definitely. I say quietly, Padgett, you need to turn over a minute. Why, he asks.
I need to relax all of you is all I tell him. He turns slowly. I notice a nice well packaged bulge in the crotch. I unbutton his shirt and I take it off. Then I finish undoing his jeans and slowly slide them down his thighs. The jockeys he has on are too hot.
I rub his stomach. I then rub his waist; then his upper thighs. Slowly with no resistance I work my hands in to the waistband of his jockeys. I work them down. He lifts up and with no complaints, slides the shorts down past his knees.
I do the stomach again; then the upper thighs; back again to the crotch area. I gently, with my fingertips brush his balls, his nut sack, and his "doodah bag." He is hard in an instant; still no complaint or resistance.
I start jacking him. He moans gently. I brush all over him with one hand while one hand is slowly jacking him. He moans again.
Sorry everyone, it's the 21st century, and I didn't live this long by not playing safe. Jacking is one thing, beyond that with a stranger, no rubbers, is a no no.
He arches ever so lightly, while I'm fondling his nuts. I continue to jack him. He arches some more. I quickly take in a new view of the entire "cowboy"; hot, lean, built and apparently horny. Boots are still on.
After a few minutes more; I hear him lightly groaning, oh my God, oh my God. Then I feel him tense up in my hand. Then I hear him quietly say, I'm cumming. Then in one fell swoop; tense, tightening, "thar she blows." Cum everywhere.
I gently milk and squeeze him dry. Then I get up to go the bathroom for a washcloth to clean up.
After some time to recuperate; Padgett says, thank you. I've never done that before, but my back has never felt better. Maybe I should recommend it to my Chiropractor.