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POSTMAN RINGS TWICE
We're in the middle of the COVID pandemic, and my office building is practically deserted so the property manager put an automatic lock on the front door and installed a bell for deliveries and visitors to ring for access. I'm frequently there by myself in the afternoon when the mailman shows up, and we usually share a little good natured banter as I let him in and he makes his rounds dropping the mail at the tenants' doors. I noticed he usually took a pee break while he was here.
Being a horny gay guy, that wasn't all I started to notice. He was older, probably in his 60s, and it was really hard to tell what sort of a physique he had because his uniforms were so baggy. His deep baritone voice was kind of sexy but my gaydar wasn't pinging. Plenty of straight men like a good blow job though so I decided to follow him in the restroom one day to see if there was any interaction.
He had pulled up to one of the urinals and his pants were down around his ankles exposing a pair of nicely muscled legs covered by some tight bike shorts. He must have pulled them down in front to get his dick out to piss but I tried to act nonchalant as I walked passed him and took my position at the adjoining urinal, separated from his by a partition.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Not much, just trying to keep afloat," I responded. "I mean I'm surviving but could use some excitement." I figured he could take that any way he wanted, and sure enough, he bit.
"You mean something exciting like this?" he asked as he shook his dick to release the last drops of piss.
"Yeah, sure," I said, "let me see what you've got." Neither one of us was worried about someone walking in, there was no one else in the building and the bell hadn't rung since he showed up.
He backed up a bit and turned toward me, his hand wrapped around a substantial piece of daddy dick surrounded by a mass of unruly gray pubic hair. The bike shorts were stretched under his meaty balls, and a single drop of piss was hanging on the end of his foreskin.
I reached over with my finger and swabbed the piss and brought it to my lips. "Nice," I said, "can I taste some more?"
"Finish your business and we'll see," he said as he flushed the urinal and pulled his pants up but didn't fasten them.
I was getting hard and couldn't pee anymore, so I just flushed.
He held up his pants with one hand and pointed at the handicap stall and said, "Back there. More room."
He followed me back to the stall and closed the door behind us. I sat on the toilet facing him and he let his pants fall to the floor, and his dick and balls were still sticking out of the top of his shorts. "If anyone comes in, just keep quiet. No one will be able to see you," he said, as he stepped closer to me, his cock brushing across my lips.
I took his manhood into my mouth and began gently sucking on his foreskin covered head, then licking under it to get a healthy taste of man musk, sweat and dried urine. I pushed the foreskin back with my lips, and he grabbed my shoulders and pressed more of his cock in my mouth. His cock started to get hard as we settled into a gentle rhythm. I massaged his balls with one hand while loosening my pants with the other to free my own growing hard on. He moved his hands down to tease my nipples, and I put my hand up his shirt, feeling soft but not flabby belly covered in a light coat of hair, and up to a pair of well developed pecs and nipples that only needed a slight tweak to become erect.
"You like sucking that cock?" he whisphered.
All I could do is moan an umm hmm and continue slurping on his cock when the restroom door opened and someone came in to take a leak – I guess there was someone else in the building after all. We froze, his cock buried in my mouth while the intruder pissed and flushed and left.
"You want more cock?" he hissed.
Umm hmm.
"I mean you really want more of this cock?"
Umm hmm.
He lifted me up by my armpits, reached around and cupped my butt cheeks and spread them apart.
"Oh yeah, I think I get the idea," I said as he started working a finger in my crack. "Let `s go to my office. Got lube and rubbers, and it's more private."
"Sounds good," he said while smacking my ass. "Don't have a lot of time. You OK with a quick cummer?"
"Sure. I'm a one shot wonder with a short fuse myself," I said.
We both fastened our pants but anyone who saw us would see our boners tenting our pants, and quickly left the restroom and walked a few steps to my office. I made sure the door was locked and closed it behind me, and pointed to the backroom that was completely private. I grabbed my "trick kit" out of my desk and followed him.
While I was unzipping the trick kit and fumbling around for the lube and a rubber, he dropped his pants, pulled down his bike shorts and was stroking his now rock hard cock dripping with precum. He turned me around so my back was to him and yanked down my pants and boxer shorts.
"Spread `em," he ordered.
Now bent over, supporting myself on some cartons, my bare ass exposed, I heard him pop the lube lid and rip a condom wrapper open with this teeth. He spread some lube on my crack and pushed a finger up my hole all the way to the knuckle. I began mentally preparing myself for a not-so-gentle fuck as he twisted, pushed and pulled his finger to stretch my ass.
"Oh, yeah, this is going to be a nice ass fucking," he hissed as he pulled the condom down over his cock. He leaned into me, his cock rubbing against my hole, and began teasing it, a little pressure in, not quite all the way through the sphincter, then a little more on the next stroke, until he finally broke through my ass rings. Soon he hit bottom and I could feel his balls slap against my butt cheeks.
Breathing heavily against my neck, he then started pistoning for real. Long strokes almost all the way, and then buried back in my guts, hammering my P-spot with every stroke, driving me close to orgasm every time.
"You ready for this hot load?" he hissed in my ear.
"Yeah.. Daddy shoot ... that baby batter ... deep in my hole," I sputtered between strokes.
That was all it took for him to make one last thrust. I clenched my ass rings around his cock as it spasmed his spunk into my ass. He reached around and in one stroke of my cock, I shot a huge stream of cum across the shipping cartons.
"Whew! That was hot," he said as he wrapped in fingers around the condom and pulled it out of my ass with a kerplop.
I stood up, kind of wobbly, and pulled some wet wipes out of my bag for both of us to clean up.
"You can say the postal service delivers," he said with a laugh.
"I hope the postman will ring twice," I responded. "Again, and soon."