UPS ... What Happened Next by decal decal02@hotmail.com
Author's note: This is a continuation of a story titled "UPS", which was written by another author and has been on the Net a number of years now. As in a television cliff-hanger, the author of "UPS" left us wondering if ... . So, here's the last few lines of that earlier story:
"Look at the mess you made!", he scolded me. He lifted his waistband and looked.
"Jesus. And just how am I going to explain this to my wife?" As he spoke, he scooped up some of the spunk pooling in his pubic hair with two fingers and rubbed my face with it.
"That's what you wanted, isn't it?" I nodded and, cat-like, washed off my face with hand and tongue.
"Now get me a towel and washcloth so I can clean this shit up."
I stood to do as he asked. He followed me back to the bathroom, his UPS-brown trousers pulled up but open. Closing the door behind him, I left him to his toilet.
When he came out, he looked pretty normal. Even acting as if everything were perfectly normal, he said, "Well, we'll see you at the office, huh?"
"OK, Nick. Thanks."
"Yeah, well...." And out he went.
This is how it always ends. But I keep hoping that maybe someday he won't stop me when I try to pull his underwear down.
And now ... "UPS ... What Happened Next."
After that his wife's choir practice night became a regular thing for us. After we got stoned he made me coax him out of his uniform. But his underpants stayed on, except when he pushed them down to his knees to give me a good look at his equipment from a safe distance. After pulling them back up, he moved up in front of me. I always tried to pull them down, and he always scolded me. It was part of our ritual. One evening, I also took a chance, and as he pulled off his pants, I stripped down to my Jockeys. He eyed me with a questioning look and then said something about my being comfortable, too.
"Just don't get no ideas," he growled. I shook my head. "That's good," he said.
After that on occasion I did catch him watching me play with myself through my briefs. I even took to lying back on the floor and jerking myself off while he recovered from his orgasm and before he ordered me to get him a towel. I closed my eyes so that he could watch without me seeing. It excited me to think that he might be getting off on me playing with myself. At first I masturbated through my shorts and drenched them with my juices, but then I let the head of my cock escape my briefs so that my cum shot out all over my stomach. I got more and more excited as I pushed the limits with him.
A few weeks later, as I was rubbing my face against his pole, I managed to work the head of his cock out past the leg opening. It wasn't too difficult since his underpants that night were well worn and the elastic had given out. He was so engrossed in the porn magazine that he didn't notice. Of course, I couldn't resist and started licking and sucking on the now exposed tip of his meat.
When he finally caught on, he said, "Hey, cut that out!" But he did nothing to stop me. He even softly moaned as I played with his piss slit with my tongue. I was thinking about making a move to pull the rest of his dick out when he yelled:
"What the fuck are you doing!". He roughly pushed my head away from his crotch and got his dick back under cover.
At first I was startled, then fearful that he would get up and leave. I looked up anxiously, and he grinned as he tousled my hair.
"I know you can't help yourself, but remember, it's not yours," he said as he pulled my face back between his legs. He held me firmly against his hard-on and proceeded to hump my face until he flooded his briefs with his cum. Then he collapsed back onto the couch as I took care of myself. This time I peeked through half-closed eyes and discovered to my intense excitement that he was staring at my crotch as I worked over my cock. This time when I brought him a towel, I also handed him a new pair of Fruit of the Loom's. As I hoped, he let me keep his cum-soaked pair.
It was about this time, regardless of the fuss he made about my touching his dick, that I began to suspect that he really wanted me to suck his cock. I was sure I was right when the very next week, after he stripped off his uniform, he apologized for his underpants.
"The wife didn't get to the laundry," he said. "They're pretty worn out, aren't they?"
His briefs were torn away from the waist band in a couple of places. This time when he pushed them down to his knees so I could see his dick, he stepped closer to me than he usually did. Close enough so that I could have reached out and touched him. But I controlled myself. When he pulled up his briefs, the cotton tore away so more from the waist band. The head of his cock was partially exposed now. But Nick did nothing to reposition his erection. He simply settled back onto the couch and grabbed a magazine. He spread his legs wide and I moved between them. I dropped my face into his crotch and began rubbing against his hard-on. At first I avoided his exposed cockhead. But as I rubbed more and more of it began to emerge. I glanced up. He was looking down but quickly looked back at the porn. I was sure this was it, that he wanted me to take his cock into my mouth. So I slowly wrapped my lips around his exposed cockhead. I waited for him to push me away. But in! stea d I heard him moan. So I started to suck on him.
"You fuckin' cocksucker ... you just had to have your way, didn't you," he whispered hoarsely.
I had him. I pulled at his torn briefs. Another rip and his whole cock was free. I took it deeply down my throat.
"Oh, God, I can't believe it ... I can't believe it," he cried out.
He grabbed my head and began to fiercely face fuck me. He battered my mouth mercilessly. With a loud groan he erupted sending a flood of hot cum down my bruised throat. When he finally released me, I collapsed onto the floor struggling to catch my breath. But the surprises weren't over yet, for the next thing I knew, Nick was kneeling at my side and massaging my erection through my shorts. I lay there in shock and excitement as he started telling me how hard I was. He pushed my briefs down and jerked me until I was sending rockets of cum all over my chest and stomach.
"That's nice, little buddy, that's nice."
I couldn't believe my ears. And this time he brought me the towel.
The End