Date: Sun, 28 May 2000 12:27:57 -0500
From: Anthony <nekked@gay.com>
Subject: 'UPS' in AdultYouth

This is my first posting of an original story that actually happened 
to me so many years ago. I've written or started quite an extensive 
collection of original stories but haven't had the courage to post 
them for display.

Comments/Suggestions are welcomed from all and if the response is 
positive, I may finish and post several more.

Nekked@gay.com

I was 16 then, and at that moment, life couldn't have been any better. My 
parents were away on for a few days. They had decided that I was old enough 
to stay by myself and had sent my sister to our Grandparent's house so I 
wouldn't have to be responsible for her. I had to house to myself. I was in 
heaven. It was summer and I didn't have a care in the world except one thing. 
I was horny, more than I'd ever been before.

I'd discovered the joy of being naked many years earlier and was taking 
advantage of the situation. For some reason that day, beating off wasn't 
doing it for me. I wanted, no needed, something else. Cock. Someone else's. 
At that time there was only one cock I could get my hands on, one of my 
neighborhood buddies. Grabbing the phone I called him up, but was really let 
down when he couldn't get out of helping his father work on the yard. We made 
plans for later that evening. He was as excited as I that I had the house all 
to myself with no interruptions. We were always forced to meet in the woods 
whenever we got together and finally having a bed sounded wonderful.

I love taking chances, getting a thrill from the prospect of being caught-in-
the-act. Back then I loved walking by open windows, keeping the patio door 
curtain wide open, even keeping the front door open while I moved around the 
house. Just the thought that someone might be watching made my cock hard as 
nails. I've been fortunate, not actually having been caught, except that one 
morning.

I had been moving from room to room catching my reflection in things, 
watching my nakedness closely in anything I could see, stroking my cock just 
enough to keep my fever at it's highest pitch. I walked from the kitchen 
through the living room and down the hall to the bathroom admiring my 
stroking hand on my big cock all the way. I had been watching myself in the 
big mirror for only a few seconds when I heard the doorbell ring. Quickly I 
ran down the hall and peeked carefully around the corner. Standing at the 
door, with a box in his hands was a man, dressed in the brown uniform that 
signified UPS.

My heart began to pound within my chest and for a few seconds I didn't know 
what to do. I thought about running and getting dressed, but that would take 
too long, smiling slyly I quickly grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapped it 
around my waist, took a deep breath, and walked to the door. I tried my best 
not to ogle him while I opened the screen, but couldn't help but notice the 
thick red hair on his arms and legs. I'd always liked looking at hairy men, 
and my cock, having a mind of it's own, was liking what I was looking at too, 
tenting my towel obscenely and making it impossible for me to hide it. 
Very professionally he said he had a delivery for my father and when I said I 
was the only one home, he replied that all he needed was a signature.

In my haste to cover myself, I hadn't secured the towel well enough and when 
I reached out and picked up the clipboard from atop the box, the towel 
dropped to my feet, exposing my body to the world. Quickly I grabbed it and 
covered myself, mumbled an apology, to which he replied that it happens 
sometimes and not to worry about it. My head was reeling from the situation, 
my cock was throbbing from excitement, I was standing there, one hand holding 
a towel over my cock, and the other holding the clipboard. I became confused. 
What was I to do? How could I sign the thing? I'd have to either drop the 
towel or hook it back around my waist.

Noticing my hesitation he said, "Just sign it. Don't worry about the towel, 
you don't have anything I don't."

Surprised by his comment I looked up at his beaming smile and had a wonderful 
thought, "Wow! I can actually show myself off to a perfect stranger without 
any consequences to pay!" Needless to say, I not only dropped my covering, I 
tossed it across the room!

He smiled even wider and offered to set the heavy box on the coffee table. I 
moved aside, and he stepped into the living room. As he walked by I couldn't 
help but notice how his body flattered his ugly uniform, filling it out quite 
nicely. I envied the size of him. How his body tapered from his shoulders to 
a narrowed waist then flaring again over his hips and bubble butt. His thick, 
hairy legs filled out his shorts beautifully. I was amazed mostly by the size 
of his hands.

"If his hands are any indication of the size of his cock, it must me HUGE!" I 
thought. I scribbled my signature on the clipboard and handed it to him.

Glancing at it for a moment he said, "Well Anthony, you said you're alone 
now, how long?"

"A few days." I answered.

He smiled, set the clipboard down on the box, and turned standing directly in 
front of me. His well over 6 foot frame towered above me. I felt tiny in his 
presence.

He must have sensed how I felt because he squatted, bringing himself down to 
my level. "Can I ask you a personal question?" he asked. When I nodded he 
pointed to my cock, "Ever had another guy touch it?" Again I nodded. "Have 
you ever touched another guy's cock?"

"One." I answered.

He grinned from ear to ear, "I'd like to touch yours, would you like to touch 
mine?" When I nodded and smiled back he stood to his full height, and began 
unbuttoning his shirt.

I became even more excite. I envied his masculinity. His chest, broad and 
extremely well defined, was covered in a thick matting of red fur. I began 
stroking my aching cock while he undressed right in front of me. When he 
slipped his shorts off I realized he wasn't wearing any underwear. My eyes 
popped at the size of his semi-stiffened cock. I'd never seen one that big 
before. My own cock, rather large and somewhat monstrous attached to my 
smallish frame, had been the biggest I'd ever had the pleasure of viewing.

"For a little man, you've got one hell of a cock on you." He said.

"That's the biggest thing I've ever seen." I responded. I had wished for this 
moment the instant I had laid eyes on him, and now he was moving closer to 
me, stark naked! I couldn't believe my luck as he stepped up to me and pulled 
me close against him. I buried my head in the soft hair of his chest with his 
cock stabbing into my gut.

I began kissing the deep cleft between his pecs. "I don't believe this." He 
sighed. "I've seen a few people naked before during deliveries, even caught 
one couple fucking, but this has never happened to me before."

I don't think he'd expected me to be so aggressive. After the initial shock 
of our meeting, I wasn't about to let him leave before I got what I wanted.

I let my arms slip from around his waist and took his massive cock, now fully 
aroused, into my hands. There was more meat there than I really knew what to 
do with. My neighbor friend's cock wasn't nearly as big as even my own and I 
knew what I liked to do with it, now I just had a lot more to handle. I 
dropped to my knees, my hands running down the outsides of his hairy thighs, 
and took one of his bulbous balls into my mouth.

"Oh God." He moaned, "This is incredible!"

After I'd worked his balls till they both were shiny from my spit, I took his 
tremendous member into my hands and slipped my lips over his big knob. There 
was no way I could get all of his cock into my mouth, but I tried, taking 
every millimeter that I could get. He played with my hair and stroked my head 
while I sucked on his throbbing cock.

After a few minutes he asked if we could go into my room. I took him by the 
cock and lead him down the hall. I lay on my bed and he climbed on top of me. 
He began kissing me something I'd not experienced before. My head spun from 
the feel of his tongue running around inside my mouth and the softness of his 
lips against mine.

Turning himself around he presented me his drooling cock and took mine fully 
into his throat, the pleasure nearly overwhelming. He was an expert, taking 
me to the brink many times yet not throwing me over while we sucked each 
other hungrily. In my mind I envisioned what we must look like, this hulk and 
his thin friend, pleasing each other. I loved the feeling as his thick, vein-
covered cock stretched my jaw nearly to the breaking point.

I wanted to experience him fully, yet there was fear. Fear of the sheer size 
of him. My neighbor friend had fucked me a few times and I had loved it every 
time, yet he was no where near the mass of flesh I was currently sucking.

I was near the height of pubescence and the hormones coursing through my 
veins quickly squashed my fear of the unknown. Pulling away from him, I went 
to my closet and retrieved a towel and my large, well-used jar of Vaseline. 
His smile was indescribable when he realized just what I had planned and he 
quickly rolled onto his back. Climbing between his legs I took his towering 
manhood into my hand and smeared it heavily with the grease. At the same time 
I began working some into the tightness of my asshole. He locked his hands 
behind his head and watched me stroke and jack his cock while I slipped one, 
then two, then three fingers into my ass, stretching and relaxing it in 
preparation of what was to come next.

It took all four of my fingers, embedded deep into my ass before I thought it 
might be enough to accommodate his immense rod. I asked him to sit up against 
the wall along side my bed, which he did without hesitation. He was so sweet, 
showing genuine concern as I straddled him and squatted against the tip of 
his cock.

He pulled me tightly against his chest and kissed me again, his long cock 
just inches from my twitching hole. Slowly I lowered myself against it, 
prying myself open with his knob. Surprisingly it slipped easily past my 
muscle. I must have wanted him more than I'd realized because the pain and 
pressure I'd anticipated just wasn't there, only the intense fullness of his 
penetration. Putting my palms against the tightness of his pectorals I 
pressed against him. In one long stroke, I lowered myself on him, not 
stopping till my ass was tightly gripping the base of his cock.

Both of us moaned in unison feeling the heat of each other's flesh. We held 
very still, wallowing in the intensity of our connection. I was the first to 
move and began to raise and lower my body on him. His cock was too long and I 
quickly began to tire, my legs trembling beneath me. Sensing my troubles, he 
promptly wrapped his massive arms around me and rolled me onto my back. He 
was unbelievably slow and gentle as he rocked his body against me, pushing 
his cock deep inside and pulling it back until just the head was left. I felt 
incredibly hollow on each of his long out strokes, longing for his return 
plunge.

The fever of my passion began to skyrocket. I began to get more and more 
vocal, moaning, using every foul word in the English language, and begging, 
no pleading with him to fuck me harder, faster. Needless to say, he was more 
than willing to give me what I wanted. Soon he was pistoning in and out of me 
faster than a well-tuned V8 and slamming against my lithe body so hard I 
wondered if my poor bed would hold up. I could feel the slap of his low-
hanging nuts against the cheeks and crack of my ass with every lunge.

The day had grown hot and we didn't have air conditioning. We were both 
sweating gallons. I think I was covered by more of his sweat, as it rained 
down on me, than my own.

He began to cry out. "Its cumming little buddy." He shouted, "You ready for 
me?"

"Fuck yes!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Really I wasn't ready for this to end, it was feeling so good he could have 
gone on forever and I wouldn't have complained. I was in absolute ecstasy not 
knowing it was about to get even better. The combination of his battering ram 
in my ass and his hairy chest scraping against my cock had me stoned out of 
my mind. He groaned, deep and animalistic. Tears began to well in my eyes. 
His cock ballooned deep within my soul. As if we were one I felt his 
impending orgasm as it swept over his body.

His face turned beet red and every muscle on him tightened. He vice-gripped 
my ankles as his manhood detonated inside me. His juices blasted my guts, hot 
and powerful. Every volley was causing his body to convulse and tremble. My 
fingertips dug deeply into the backs of my thighs as the incredible tingle 
spread from deep within my balls. Huge gobs of my cum vaulted through the 
air, splattering my face, neck and chest. My asshole clenched and gripped his 
twitching bone, milking his cock of its last drops with my own orgasm. He 
collapsed atop me, and together, in a tangle of arms and legs, we gasped for 
air. He kissed me long and deep as his spent cock slipped from my body.

As he dressed he told me over and over again that he'd never had a fuck like 
me, boosting my confidence and self-esteem by leaps and bounds. He kissed me 
again telling me he'd be back again, before he hurriedly headed out the door, 
worried he'd be in trouble for taking so long on one delivery. While he drove 
away, I realized that I hadn't even learned his name.

I never saw him again, but I have him to thank for bringing me years of 
pleasure. On his cock I learned the joys of mansex, how much I love being a 
bottom, and the freedom of never wearing underwear.