Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2012 17:30:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: s s <subanalslut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tipping the Delivery Guy

This story is a fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and older men.
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For those of you who don't know me, my name is Ben, and I just graduated
from college.  I enjoy looking back into the not-so-distant past to write
about my experiences growing up...

If you have read any of my other stories on here, you guys probably know by
now that once I had my first taste of cock growing up, I was hooked and
constantly looking for my next fix.  I'm a real cum-junkie, so I was always
(and still am) constantly on the hunt. But sometimes I met guys when and
where I wasn't expecting to.  It's all about being prepared to take
advantage if a situation, I guess.

I remember the spring of the year I was twelve.  The city was having a
fluke warm spell early in the year, cause I was still stuck in school.  It
was a school night, and I was stuck at home studying for a geometry test
the next day.  My parents were both at some cocktail party for my dad's
job, and had left me a note (and a twenty) telling me to order in for
dinner, as they probably wouldn't be home before ten that night.

I did try to study for a while, honestly.  But then I got bored and turned
on the computer for some chat, some porn, some webcam -- the usual.  I
started getting hungry around six, and called the Chinese takeout place a
couple of blocks away.  We didn't order from them a lot, but our address
was still on file.

They told me it would be about half an hour before they could deliver, so I
went back to my computer.  I swear it was hardly fifteen minutes before my
bell rang!  I stuffed my hard-on back into my shorts, and went to go answer
the door, not bothering to pull my tee-shirt back on.  I buzzed the
delivery in and grabbed the cash from the table by the door.

When he made it up to our apartment on the top floor, the delivery guy was
obviously feeling the warm weather.  He was wearing a white short sleeved
shirt with the top few buttons undone, and his muscular arms and throat had
a sheen of sweat on them.  He was Chinese, maybe in his late thirties, but
it was hard to tell.  There were some appealing smile lines around his
eyes, but aside from that his face was young.  His jet black hair was
mussed and spiky, and even though he was only about five foot seven, he
obviously worked out and the bulk of his muscles made him seem much bigger
than me.

He handed me the bag of food for the twenty dollar bill.  As he was digging
in the pocket of his jeans for change, I saw his eyes traveling around the
room behind me.  Then he focused on something behind me, and I turned
around to see that the screen saver on the computer hadn't come on, and the
porn I had been jerking off too was still on the screen.

It was a picture of a younger blonde guy being held down and fucked by a
couple of older guys -- I had been imagining him fucking me instead.  I
blushed and he laughed.

"Don't worry, I see that sort of thing all the time when I'm making
deliveries." he told me.  "I'm sorry I interrupted.". He had a bit of an
accent but it was still easy to understand him.

"I hope you guys don't talk about this back at the restaurant!" I joked.

"No, especially not if I get a good tip!" he said, still digging in his
pocket for change.  I noticed that the bulge in the crotch of his baggy
jeans seemed to be getting bigger.  I took the initiative and stepped
closer to him.

"Well, I don't know about how big a tip I can give you.  Do you need to
hurry back?" I asked.  "If you have a little time, maybe we can work
something out."

"I'm just helping out for tonight, my brother is the manager, but things
got so busy they asked me to do a few deliveries.  I think things will be
fine without me for a little while." he explained.

My mind was racing.  I wasn't totally sure when my parents would be getting
home, and I sure didn't want to get caught.  I was really curious about
Asian men, though.  He would be the first for me.  Since it was so warm
outside, though, I had an idea to ensure we wouldn't be interrupted.

"Just give me a second." I said.  I wrote on the bottom of my parent's
note:

'Gone to pick up takeout.  See you soon!'

I locked the door behind me, still only wearing my shorts, and led the
delivery man up the stairs to the roof of the building.

Our apartment building was the tallest on the block, and it was dark enough
that I was sure no one would be able to see us.

When the delivery guy figured out where we were headed, he laughed.  "Man,
you are crazy boy!  What's your name, crazy?"

"Ben.  Don't worry, no one ever uses the roof, especially this early in the
year."

"I'm Samson.  Call me Sam."

I led Sam around the structure that was built out of the roof to cover the
stairs.  There was a light at the top of the stairs that cast a dim glow
over the roof, but not enough that I was worried about being seen.  And
like I said, this was the tallest building in the block, no one was around
us to see.

Sam leaned against the wall and unbuttoned his shirt, and I knelt down on
the rooftop in front of him in my shorts.  His hard cock was bulging out
the front of his jeans, right in front of my face.  I liked my lips and
popped open the buttons of his fly.  He wasn't wearing any underwear, and
his dick sprang free as I pulled his jeans down to around his thighs.

His legs were muscular and covered with silky dark hair, which led into his
dense pubes, then trailed up his stomach in a treasure trail.  Speaking of
treasure, his cock looked perfect!  It was uncut, with a big head just
poking out of the foreskin, and a curved, veiny shaft.  It looked like it
was about seven inches long, so obviously not everything I had heard about
Asian guys was true.

He grabbed his dick around the base and waved it towards my face.  "Get to
work, crazy boy.  This is what you wanted!"

That was all he needed to say.  I couldn't wait to get my lips wrapped
around his cock!  I licked the tip, sliding the tip of my tongue up under
his foreskin.  I could taste his sweat, and the precum that had collected
there.  I heard him groan softly as I took the head between my lips and
moved my head down, sucking more of his dick into my mouth.

He put his hands in my hair, pushing my head down further, until his big
cockhead was pressing against the back of my throat.  The curve of his dick
put me at the perfect angle, and with the next push I felt him sliding down
into my throat.  The width of his cockhead made me gag a little bit as it
slid into my throat, but he held my head down until I had gotten used to
having it pushed into my throat.

When he pulled my head back enough to let me get some air, I gagged a
little bit more.  I could feel strands of saliva trailing from his cock to
my lips as I caught my breath.

"You are a real expert, huh Ben?" he joked.  I nodded and wrapped my lips
around his cock again.  This time he didn't even hesitate, just pulled my
head down until he was fucking my throat.  His big cockhead was making my
eyes tear up a little bit each time it slid down my throat, making me gag.

He obviously didn't mind, though, cause he kept forcing it down my throat.
I really didn't mind, either!  I mean, my dick was tenting out the front of
my shorts, and I'm sure there was a nice wet spot too because of all the
precum I was leaking.

I could feel his balls smacking against my chin, smearing my face with the
spit that was drooling from my lips.  He was groaning softly, still
controlling the position of my head with his hands in my hair.  He would
pull my head back every so often so that I could catch my breath, usually
when I felt like I was seconds away from passing out from lack of air.  His
cock felt like it kept getting harder and harder.  The head felt bigger,
and the curve of the shaft was even more pronounced.

I was a little relieved when he released his grip on my head and pulled out
if my mouth.  My throat was feeling raw from the abuse his cock had been
giving it, and I couldn't wait to feel what it would do to my ass!

I stood up in front of him and slid my shorts down so that I could step out
of them.  Still wearing his jeans just partially pulled down, he put his
arms around my waist, picked me up and carried me over to the wall where
the stairs came up to the roof.  His muscular arms carried my light frame
like I was practically weightless!

He leaned me against the wall, and I could feel the cool painted cement
pressing against my chest and face.  He worked one hand free, and I heard
him spit.  Then his slicked up fingers were pressing up between my legs,
probing my tight (but eager) asshole.  I bit my lip to keep from moaning
too loudly.

"You have a nice tight ass!" he whispered in my ear.  "Are you ready for me
to fuck it?"

"I can't wait!" I told him.

He kept me pinned against the wall as he guided the swollen head of his
cock up between the cheeks of my ass.  I could feel it pressing against my
asshole, trying to force it's way in.  Not that there was any alternative,
I was held in place against the wall, and gravity was on his side.

"You Americans are the best when you are young and tight." he told me, his
lips pressed against my ear.

I bit my lips again as he pushed down hard on my hips and thrust upward,
wedging his cock into me.  I threw my head back against his shoulder, cause
I was seeing stars!  I could feel my ass clenching and gripping his cock as
the weight of my body slid me down it, slowly impaling me until I could
feel his pubes pressing up against my butt.

Then he wrapped his arms around me again, one holding me around my waist
and one across my chest with his hand covering my mouth.

"Shhhh little boy, I know it feels good." he whispered in my ear, slipping
a couple of fingers into my mouth to muffle my groaning.  Now that he had a
good grip on me, he started fucking me in earnest.  His strong arms moved
my whole body up and down on his cock, like I was a puppet or something.  I
could feel my toes curling, but my feet never even touched the roof.

The wicked curve of his cock was hitting spots inside of me that felt like
they had never been hit before, and the girth of his cockhead was really
giving my hole a stretch.  Even though the night air was cooling down, we
were both coated with a film of sweat.  The length if his dick felt like it
was a piston made out of hot steel as he pounded my ass.

He twisted my head around and licked the side of my face.  I felt like a
doll in his strong grip -- he could twist my body around any way he wanted
to, he was in total control.  I could feel the muscled in his whole body
tensing, and his breathing was getting louder and louder in my ear.

His cock got even harder, it that's possible.  It felt like it was making a
right turn inside of me, the shaft was so rigidly curved.  He tightened his
grip on me and slammed my body down, grinding his hips against my ass.  I
could feel his dick jerking and pulsing as he started to spew his load.  He
held me in position as he emptied his balls into me, licking the back of my
neck as he pressed me up against the wall.

When he finally lifted me off of his cock, it felt the curved shape was
going to turn me inside out.  He lowered me to the rooftop and I
immediately dropped to my knees in front of him.  His softening cock was
coated in slimy cum from my ass.  He looked a little surprised when I took
it into my mouth to suck the cum off of it, but he didn't complain, he just
called me a 'crazy boy' again.  I cleaned his cock with my mouth while he
ran his hands through my hair.  I could feel my battered ass leaking drops
of his cum down my leg and onto the roof.

Before long, he was all buttoned up again, and I was heading downstairs to
my apartment with my bag of takeout.

The skin on my chest was sore from being rubbed against the concrete wall
of the stairwell, and my ass was feeling empty and craving another cock in
it, but that's the way I always felt after getting fucked.  Luckily, I had
time to take a shower before my parents got home, and a blasted my load all
over the bathtub with four of my own fingers shoved up my asshole, thinking
about ordering Chinese again some time soon.  I hope Sam was as satisfied
with his tip as I was!