Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2017 00:13:03 -0500
From: Dan Bailey <throwaway040592@gmail.com>
Subject: Faggot Delivery Boy Part 5

It was a fucking beautiful spring day (it was about 12:30) and I loved
feeling the ocean breeze. I grabbed one of the last cigs from a pack on the
table, and leaned on the railing, just loving the sun beating against my
skin as I inhaled past the cum that was falling to my lips. I heard a dog
whistle bout halfway down the block, and I saw Jack grinning at me, walking
up with a box of donuts and coffee.

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"Morning buddy!" Jack called up as he kept walking towards the house. He
had on sunglasses and a Phillies hat over a tight white band (I forget
which, they were basically 70% of his non-work shirts though) t-shirt and
blue basketball shorts. He looked fresh and well rested, and seeing him
just confidently smiling up at me made me absurdly excited. I forgot that
my face was covered in cum and just smiled back.

"Good morning sir," I replied as he stopped just below the porch balcony. I
really wasn't being kinky/sexual at all when I said "sir"--one of our
managers said "good morning sir" literally every morning when we got to
work and I'd gotten into the habit of greeting him, Jack and Tim in that
joco-serious fashion nearly every morning too. I don't think he made any
note of it but he had on a big pair of aviators so I couldn't see a lot of
his face.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Well enough, how bout you?"

"The sleep wasn't the problem, it was the waking up. You see the advil and
things I left out?"

"Yeah, thanks for that," I said sheepishly knowing he what things he was
mostly talking about.

"Good," he grinned, then he kept staring at me and set the coffee down on
the step to the front door of the apartment underneath mine and lifted his
glasses onto the brim of his hat and squinted up at me. I became minutely
aware of the cum that'd dried and cracked and the globs of cum that still
clung and dribbled on my face and hair. There was a family loading up a van
for the beach in one of the houses across from us, and a pack of shirtless
teens were riding past either to Wawa or the bay. I was nearly positive no
one but Jack was looking, but even then I felt exposed and I couldn't help
but feel like a of the couple boys riding past stared at me as they glanced
by. I blushed as Jack's friendly smile became a sly smirk. He put his
glasses back on and picked up the coffee.

"How long you been up?" his tone hadn't changed at all but he was facing
square at the house and I could see his dick starting to tent the leg of
his thin mesh shorts.


"Bout a half hour," I said flustered, and, embarrassed at the thought of
neighbor's seeing Jack's boner and then coming out to see me covered in
jizz, asked "are the people downstairs?"

"Nah, I saw them head to the beach like an hour ago. They asked us to be a
bit quieter."

Shit. I froze, terrified that they'd heard me getting fucked like a bitch
and were insulted or disgusted or furious, and I probably looked that
shocked cause Jack's smirk widened. That probably should've scared me as
much as anything Chris had done, but then he said "Yeah, apparently we were
a little too loud between 10 and midnight, and they'd appreciate us walking
a little softer."

I immediately felt 10x better. I knew he'd teased me about it probably
because (1) he was as relieved as I was and (2)it's my "I told you so"
moment (reminder: I didn't want another 10 people over at 11:30 which
basically led to the rest of the night). Now between his dick pointing
straight from his shorts and that knowing smirk I could feel myself getting
hard. I licked at a bit of cum on my lips as I looked down at him and took
another drag from the cigarette.

"You're a bastard, you know that?"

"That's what the host gets for sleeping in and making his guest talk to the
neighbors," he laughed and turned towards the stairs, "finish that smoke
and head inside, I'm starving."

I took a few quick drags as I heard him heading up the stairs, ashed it and
went inside just as Jack was setting the stuff down on the island. I'd
kinda been in a daze when I walked out on the porch but now I realized that
the whole kitchen/living area had been basically cleaned up from the night
before (I know there were empties and almost empties everywhere when I went
to sleep) and that some backpacks were on the chair by the door, one with
some clothes hanging out of it. Jack took off his hat and sunglasses and
looked me in the eyes for a second before looking up at my cum covered
forehead and wet hair, around to my cheeks and chin just following the
jizz, down my neck and tight chest, then he bit his lip as he he stared at
the bit of jock strap running along my hips. I had like instinctually
struck a pose when he started giving me a once over, putting one hand on my
waist while i pushed my ass a little to the side so it stood out clear
against the loose fabric and rested my other arm lightly against it, maybe
fidgeting a little bit running my soft shorts under my fingers. By the time
he looked back at my face I was grinning at him and his lips twitched a
little as he walked straight at me like a lion.

He grabbed me by my ass with both hands and pulled me into his waist even
as he kept his shoulder back while he kept looking me up and down. Then he
slid one hand up to my lower back and moved the other one under my shorts
and held my ass tight as he pushed his chest against mine. As he got closer
I went to kiss him but he quickly brought a finger up to my lips, "no, no
way," he said pushing my face back as he still held me tight against him by
my butt, "You're a mess, Danny." I could feel his dick rubbing against mine
when just as he lifted his finger he said, "see you've already made me
messy," as he held up his hand and showed me the cum that'd gotten on his
hand from my face. "Your turn to clean up, man," as he put his hand in
front of my mouth and I kissed and licked the cum off the back of his
hand. "Now hold your horses," he said and ran his finger along the edge of
my lips and he stuck it back on my mouth as he wiped up the cum. I was
holding myself close to him as he did and his grip on my ass got soft as he
ran his hand between my cheeks. He smiled. "Did you fucking shave your ass
this morning?"

"Maybe," I said bashfully.

"Woah, so ungrateful," Chris said through a donut. I hadn't even heard him
come in, but he was dressed in a bathing suit and red tank top and he was
chomping down a chocolate donut as he stirred his coffee. Jack's hand got
hard between my cheeks as I looked over at Chris and his middle finger
started searching up and down my smooth crack, then he moved so I couldn't
see Chris, just Jack looking at me. When he touched my hole and felt the
plug in their he smiled as he gave it a little wiggle.

"What's he mean, ungrateful?" and his hand went up my waist as he dragged
his fingers lightly along my side making me feel ticklish and when I
started smiling he said "huh?" and started tickling me under my armpit
while he held my ass tight. I'm really super ticklish and I was basically
bowled over laughing while I tried to push his hand away. He gripped me
under the shouldered eventually I stopped giggling. "Well?" he said mock
seriously.

I caught my breath, "Chris helped me with the back."

"Yeah right, Danny, more like your entire ass and taint," he must've
finished the donut cause I heard his fingers pop out of his mouth as he
licked them clean. He sounded like a different person than when he took me
in the shower. Totally light and casual, talking about shaving my ass like
it was no different than waking my drunk ass up. But Jack was pure sex as
he stared at the cum still covering me.

"That how you said thank you?"

"Nah that was his consolation present," Chris laughed as he came over and
sat on the far end of the couch that was right next to the sliding glass
door Jack was holding me against. Jack turned to him, still holding me.

"For what?"

"For me turning down his first thank you."

"And what was that?"

"He begged me to fuck him."

"Really?" Jack turned back to me and his fingers gripped the base of the
butt plug. "You beg him to fuck you, Danny?" and he pulled the plug so the
base popped out of my sphincter then he pushed it back and started fucking
me with it. "Did you?" he repeated when I moaned and took the plug out so
just the tip was in.

I looked between Jack and Chris who was looking at me kinda bemused while
he sipped his coffee. I didn't want to make Chris angry but I really didn't
want to lie to Jack, especially if the lie made me sound like a whore. "No
I didn't."

"Bullshit Danny," Chris laughed through donut #2. "I asked you if you
wanted me to fuck you and you were like `yessss' then when I said no you
were all puppy dog eyes like `b-b-but why not.' Needed to slap some sense
into you you were so thirsty." When he talked in my voice he sounded like a
whiny little girl, but otherwise he was still totally chill, as if he were
talking bout some sorority chick who wasn't in the room. Jack pushed the
plug partway into me then slowly fucked me with just the tip.

"Is that what happened, then?" he asked me and I whispered yes as he pushed
the plug all the way into me and went back to kneading my ass. Jack turned
back to Chris. "So you give him a facial to make up for it?"

"Nah, dude, gave him a facial so you knew how mean you were being to your
bitch."

That made Jack laugh but I was confused. I had no idea what Jack could've
done that was mean. I mean, he must've rummaged through my top drawer to
find my jocks and toy, but that probably kept me from making a mess and he
knows I feel sexy in a jock strap. He'd left out the weed and advil and
water and he was the first person I heard from when I woke up. He was only
gone cause he'd gotten coffee and donuts. I was pretty sure at least him
and maybe Chris had cleaned up most of the apartment. How was he mean to
me? He saw me looked confused and grinned. He looked down at his shirt and
saw some cum from when I'd wrestled against him when he tickled me.

"Aww, dude, you got my shirt dirty," he said and let go of me, taking a
step back as he raised the shirt over his head as he stretched his long
lean torso. I'm pretty sure my mouth was hanging open. He bunched the shirt
into a ball and grabbed the front of my shorts pulling me towards him. I
let him lead me and grinded pushed my waist against his when I was
close. Then he started gently wiping the cum off my face and hair with his
shirt till he'd left only a little bit I could feel right above the like
dimple right above my mouth. Then he leaned in and licked that off of me
and I don't think his tongue went back in his mouth before it was in
mine. Fuck, he's a good kisser. I remember his tongue flicking around mine
and tasting even more of Chris' cum and then we were just making out and
his lips were massaging mine. He kept pushing into me till my back was up
against the glass door to the porch and I could feel his cum covered shirt
pressing against my back.

Eventually Chris said, "Jesus, get a fucking room you queers."

Jack roughly bit my lip and made a little growl sound as he pulled away and
pushed me back as I tried to keep the kiss going. He held me against the
door with one hand then looked at Chris and whipped the cummy shirt at his
face with the other.

"Fuck dude, gross," he yelled as he threw it back but it just hit Jack's
arm and fell to the ground. "Sorry for interrupting, princess," Chris
mumbled as he reached for the remote and started flipping through channels.

Jack grinned and looked back at me. He moved both hands to the sides of my
waist and gripped my waistband under his thumbs. He stretched my shorts
around my ass and let them fall to the floor. Then he stepped back and
looked at my dick straining against the tight jock, and how its lines
accentuated my legs and crotch. I even caught Chris glance at my ass while
he was trying to act like he was just watching tv. Jack sucked in his
breath, "Holy shit, Danny."I felt like a sex god the way he looked at me.

He grabbed my sides and turned me around and pulled me tight against him,
his hands holding the top of my ass. He pushed my back forward so I put my
hands up against the door and then he pushed down on my lower back so I
arched to get my ass up for him. Then he started running his hands all over
my butt.

"Wanna know why Jack thinks I'm mean?" he asked as he grabbed the back of
my jock and let it snap back making me jump a little.

"Yes," I said my face hanging down between my arms, still trying to push my
ass against his dick. He reached down and pulled out the plug then I could
feel his dick and balls against my ass even though he still had his shorts
on and he leaned over me so his chest was on my back. All of a sudden I saw
that he'd brought the butt plug around and he held it up to my face the tip
pointing at mylips. I knew he wanted me to so I took it in my mouth and
sucked on it both to keep myself from biting it and keep it out of my
throat. I could taste Chris' cum that I'd used to lube it and I was glad
I'd cleaned and douched my ass before Chris had joined me. Jack leaned back
up and snapped my jock strap again.

"You tell him what I told you this morning?" Jack asked Chris.

"He got the gist of it." he tried to sound as disinterested as possible.

"What part?" Jack asked as he gripped his dick and started teasing my hole
with the already wet head.

"Bout him being your bitch."

"Oh so you left out all the fun parts," Jack laughed and slapped my ass
making me yelp around the plug. Then his dick was back at my hole and I
could feel him pushing in and I don't know if I've ever needed a dick in me
so bad. I relaxed and tried to push back on it but he gripped my butt hard
and wouldn't let me go any deeper than the head.

"So Chris told you he's not allowed to treat you like some bitch right?"

I mumbled yes around the plug but it just sounded like a weird noise which
got Chris laughing even though his eyes were still on the tv. Then Jack
took the head of his dick out of me and pushed it gently back in, slowly
fucking me with just the tip.

"He apologize to you for last night," I tried to say kinda but it sounded
even less like a word than the yes.

"He tell you what I decided your payback should be?"

I just shook my head. He pushed in a little farther and stayed still in me
for a bit.

"You get one free ball smack on him," he laughed and started slowly fucking
me again with like the top third of his dick, and I almost laughed to,
especially when I saw Chris getting kinda red as he stared at the tv
pretending he couldn't hear us, but it was hard with a full mouth.

"And he had to help me clean up," he was starting to go a little deeper as
he pumped in me and it was tight and hurt a little bit without really any
lube but his pre and the little bit of cum that was left but fuck it felt
amazing feeling him stretch me.

"And you know what I told him when I went out?" I shook my head again.

"That nobody got this ass before me today," and then he pulled all the way
out and rested his dick on my cheeks after slapping them a bit. Then he
slapped my ass hard with his hand and pulled me up against him.

"But he told you why I'd tell him that right?" I moaned and nodded yes,
trying to grind on his dick. He reached up to my face and pulled the plug
from my mouth with a pop and dropped it on the floor.

"Why?"

I closed my eyes, needing Jack back in me, and even though I knew it was
humiliating and degrading I knew what he wanted me to say and I wanted it
to be true.

"Because I'm your bitch."

Then the head was back at my hole and I felt him pressing into me and he
held my hips and pulled me all the way down on his dick and I could feel
his balls resting against my taint. I gasped and then he was on my back
again and his chin was on the bottom of my neck when he whispered, "Are
you?"

I didn't hesitate, or even really think, before I moaned "yes, sir." I
don't know if the word was just in my mind from earlier or if I just
subliminally knew that that was just the way a bitch should refer to its
owner, but at the time I thought, and later I learned, that Jack liked
it. After I admitted it he tried to push in me as deep as he could and bit
the back of my neck before leaning back and proceeding to pound my ass as
hard as he could. I cried out and couldn't stop making noises while he
fucked me fast and deep, his hips smacking my ass with each thrust till
he'd pushed me up against the glass door.

I could see people walking by the light at the intersection up the road and
thought it was so hot I could see them while they had no idea someone who
was getting fucked out of their mind was looking at them. He probably
fucked me up against the door for 5 minutes before I noticed some movement
on the neighbor's 2nd story porch across from ours and I was just barely
able to say "neighbors" before I saw my neighbor go onto her porch with a
sprinkler jug thing for her potted plants. Thankfully Jack heard me and
pulled me off the door and pushed me onto the tall arm of the sofa right
next to it that Chris was on the other end of.

It's a really big, comfy sofa with tall, plush arms on the side and when
Jack pulled out and pushed my ass up onto it my feet lifted off the floor
and i was just laying on the sofa across from Chris with my ass sticking up
in the air at Jack. Jack pulled out for maybe 2 seconds to get me adjusted
but I know my hole was on display and he jumped right back in. I felt like
I could barely think of anything except how rough and deep Jack was pumping
my ass, and as he kept going harder I started being pushed further over the
arm rest till basically everything but my legs had fallen into the
sofa. Jack just pulled himself up with me and started fucking me like a
piston with the leverage he got from his legs being raised on the
armrest. When he started slowing down and fucking me shorter and deeper he
collapsed onto my back and his face was pushing mine against the sofa when
I heard him grunt "fuck" and push into me as hard as he could dumping his
load into me. My eyes were closed and I felt nothing but his dick pulsing
in me and the speeding warmth of his seed as it coated my insides. He went
limp on my back for a minute then kissed my cheek and rolled off me. I
opened my eyes and I was basically 6 inches from Chris, who was just
watching a roadrunner cartoon sipping coffee. I looked over at Jack staring
down at me with his softening but still long and full dick.

"Spread your cheeks," he said and I saw he was holding the butt plug. I did
and he slowly pushed it in. Then he grabbed the cum covered shirt from the
floor and wiped up the bit of cum that'd already dribbled out. "Gotta keep
that nice couch clean," he smiled down at me. "Think you can clean me up,"
and pointed at his dick. I immediately raised myself up and took his dick
in my mouth to the base, licking and sucking up his cum and pre and the
taste of my ass. After a minute he pulled away and made a show of stuffing
his dick and balls back in his shorts before walking to the kitchen. He
grabbed some plates picked out what looked like a chocolate glazed and
powdered cream-filled donut, and then he grabbed a knife from the
drawer. He came back over to the side of the couch near the door and said
"scooch" so I pulled my legs up and sat in between him and Chris. I was
still rock hard in my jock when I turned over.

He reached over and grabbed my dick through the tight fabric which just
made me stretch into his grip. "Looks like you need some relief, Danny," he
said before letting go and sitting back and taking a bite from the
chocolate donut. Then he pulled jock over my dick and under my balls, to my
dick at fill mast and leaking. He leaned back and put his hands behind his
head. "Let me see you cum."

He didn't need to ask me twice. I rubbed the pre on the head all along my
shaft and I spit in my hand as I started jacking.

"Back off with that shit, dude," Chris said and pushed me over but Jack
just put his arm around me and pulled me against him before putting his
arms back behind his head. We held eye contact while I stroked and I could
already feel myself getting close but my head was already on Jack's
shoulder and I know he noticed me looking at his pit cause when I looked
back from it to him he smirked and nodded. I started kissing and licking
his clean and fresh armpit and when he pulled his arm further back to let
me get deeper he said "yeah, bitch." That put me over the edge and I
literally exploded covering all the way up to my chest with rope after ope
of cum. When I started coming I stopped licking him, but when I finished he
grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed me back in and I went right
back to kissing and just like bathing my face in his scent. Eventually he
let me go and I kinda collapsed against him.

He kissed my forehead and then turned to the plate of donuts that was still
on his lap. He cut open the cream one in half lengthwise, then he bopped my
nose with some powdered sugar got on his hand before running the finger up
my just barely visible abs and chest gathering up my cum and wiping it
inside the donut. When he'd finished I had a little bit of cream and sugar
all over me, but when he stuck his finger in my mouth and I tasted the
cream and my cream mixed in it was so hot. He put the don't back together
and handed it to me, and I took a bite without saying a word except smiling
naughtily at him.

Then we heard something shatter in the back of the house and Nick yell
"Fuck!"