UPS DELIVERY by J.W. Martins-Bazinet
This is a true story that happened a few years ago. I was 22, out for about 3 years and always up (literally) for a hot sexual adventure. I was going north on Interstate 95 in Connecticut, about 4 miles past the New York State Line in afternoon rush hour traffic. This particular stretch of highway at that hour can be described as the world's largest parking lot, with traffic bumper to bumper and moving like molasses up hill on a cold winter day.
It was early September, I wasn't in a rush, the temperature was around 75, the sun was shining, I had the top of my convertible down catching a few rays. The only drag was the exhausts from trucks and buses, but I was managing to avoid being stuck behind one of them. With traffic moving so slowly there was little need for full alertness or total concentration. I felt, as usual, a vague sense of being horny and I began daydreaming about how I'd solve the problem once I finally reached Fairfield where I lived. There were a few cruising spots nearby my apartment and I was plotting which particular one I'd hit that evening. My mind wandered to my last such adventure and the hot college student I'd brought back to my apartment. It didn't take long before I could feel the head of my dick pressing at the fly of my shorts demanding some attention. Of course being surrounded by other vehicles in an open car there wasn't much I could do other than to pat it and promise relief later.
I was traveling in the middle lane and it began to pick up speed while the lanes to my right and left remain in place. I managed to advance about 10 car lengths before we stopped again and the lane to my left began to move. As I glided to a stop I found myself parallel with the open door of a UPS delivery truck and glanced to my right to check out the driver. (I don't know who does the hiring for UPS, but generally speaking they have fine taste in men, at least from a physical perspective.) I wasn't disappointed; the guy was awesome. He looked to be about thirty. He was wearing the traditional UPS warm weather uniform of shorts with a short sleeves shirt. If the muscles in his arms and legs were any indication he had a great body and, a real turn-on for me, he was prematurely graying with streaks of silver scattered throughout his otherwise jet black hair. I was slightly disappointed to see the glint of gold from a wedding ring on his left hand. It was only after I'm made this preliminary assessment of his attributes that I noticed that he was very slowly and subtly massaging his crotch with his right hand. At first I thought I was just imagining it, but a few moments of staring convinced me that he was doing exactly what I thought.
Just then he looked to his left and saw that I was not only gawking at him, but that I knew what he was doing. My slut side took control. I grinned and winked at him. He chuckled, shook his head and then with a shrug and just a slight look of embarrassment removed his hand from his crotch and placed it on the steering wheel. As luck would have it his lane began to move forward and I assumed that my momentary flirtation with the straight UPS man was over.
About five minutes and a quarter of a mile later I was again next to my highway cowboy. I didn't even pretend not to be interested and openly looked over at him. He chuckled again and then did something that shocked even me. He pointed down to his crotch and mouthed the words, "d-o y-o-u w-a-n-t i-t?"
I didn't have to think about it, I mouthed back, "y-e-s."
"F-o-l-l-o-w m-e," he said and motioned forward with his head.
"O. K." I responded with a grin. He chuckled and then his lane began to move again. I wasn't about to lose this fantasy come true and without hesitation cut off the car behind him and moved into the right lane directly behind him.
At the next exit he turned on his right directional signal and I did the same. I followed him off the exits and for another half mile or so until he pulled into the all but deserted parking lot of a small office building. He pulled into a space and I pulled into the one right next to him. He looked over at me grinning while again shaking his head.
"Go around to the back I'll open the door," he said.
He slid from the right side of his seat and disappeared into the back of the truck. I got out of my car and just as I approached the rear door it began to roll up. There he stood, one hunk of man smiling shyly.
"Before we go any further," he said, "you understand that this has to be a one way thing, I'm not gay."
"That's fine by me." I said out loud, but thought to myself that I'd have been disappointed if it had been any other way.
"I haven't been sucked off by a guy since I was a junior in high school, but my wife just had a baby and I haven't had anything for the last six weeks and my right hand is getting awful tired." He laughed.
I didn't much care what his reasons were, or what rationalization he was making to himself. If he was willing to share his cock with me I was ready to give him the blowjob of his life.
"Fine by me," I said. "I'll take care of you."
"Good. Get in and let me shut the door."
I climbed in and he pulled the door down. Then like the straight guy I was happy he was he just leaned against the wall and waited for me to do the honors. I obliged by dropping to my knees in front of him and then reaching up to undo his belt, button and fly. Then with no further preliminaries I hooked my fingers into the waist of both his shorts and boxers and hauled them down to the floor. I was greeted by a sight that would gladden the heart of any dedicated cock sucker. There right in front of my face was one of the prettiest pieces of man meat I'd ever come into contact with. It was cut and still only semi-hard but growing. It promised to be only about 6 1/2 inches, but it was one of those really thick numbers that manage to fully fill your mouth without chocking you in the process.
I took hold of it before he changed his mind, raised it up and went straight for his meaty balls. I gave them a good working over while I stroked his cock to full mast. Once he was rock solid hard and moaning I slid my tongue from his balls and slowly up the shaft to his full helmet shaped head laving it with my tongue, collecting the crystal clear sap that was by this time gushing forth. He slid down the wall a little, his legs buckling and he pushed forward trying to gain entrance to the warm wetness of my mouth. I gave him no resistance and swallowed him whole. That was it, I held back no more and proceeded to display all my techniques.
I moved up and down his shaft, deep-throating him with each downward plunge. I moved my tongue back and forth on the sensitive underside of his cock as my lips tightly caressed ever inch of its torrid flesh. Then I brought my fisted hand into play so that at no time was any of his manhood not receiving skin on skin pleasure while still swallowing him whole with each downward movement. By this time his moans had reached a fevered pitch and his legs were trembling. I knew I had him close. Just before he was ready to explode I backed off a little and using only my lips brought him back from the brink.
"Oh my God, don't stop, please don't stop now. I was almost there." He was whimpering.
I mumbled around my mouthful, indicating that I had no intention of stopping. I dragged out the slow torturous pleasure for another 2 minutes during which time I was sucking down rivers of pre-cum. Then taking mercy on him I began the full, final assault. I sucked him with abandon, the world disappeared and it was just me and my mouth with this stud and his hard needy cock.
"Oh my God, I've never felt anything like this," he was nearly shouting. "Please don't stop this time. Almost. . .almost. . ." he gasped air, "almost there. Please, Oh, Oh, Here It Cums. ARRRRGH. OH. . .OH. . ."
He sagged forward, grabbed me by the back of the head and began to pump into me as his swelling cock gushed one, two, three, four, five huge blasts of hot, thick male nectar into my hungry mouth. I had to swallow as fast as he was gushing in order not to loose a drop. I held him in my mouth nursing on him, but with care so as not to make him overly sensitive and withdraw. When I was certain he'd finished I wrapped my lips as tightly as I could around his thickness and pulled back, being rewarded with one final tasty glob of his offering.
I moved back as he slumped completely to the floor. It took him a full two minutes before he was able to compose himself. He looked at me and grinned.
"That was undoubtedly the best head I've ever had. It's fucking better than I'd ever imagined it could be. Shit man, where did you ever learn to do that?"
I was of course very pleased. "It's like anything else, practice makes perfect. Remember only a man can really know how to please another man orally and only a gay man does it with the enthusiasm necessary to do it right."
"I guess,' he said. "Do you live around here?'
I told him where I lived and it turned out that we only lived about five miles from each other. He asked if I'd be interested in doing him again, "until my wife gets back into the swing of things."
Of course I agreed to his wishes. Over the next four weeks he visited my apartment two or three times a week. The best part was that even after his wife got back into the swing he still paid me an occasional visit about twice a month. "After all," he rationalized "if a guy can get a little great head on the side, who is it going to hurt?"
Who indeed? When I finally moved away from Fairfield and into New York not getting regular UPS deliveries was one of my biggest regrets.