Date: Mon, 3 Jun 2002 06:07:14 -0400
From: AG
Subject: Tony and Jimmy, Delivering Boys

           I began to notice a certain guy working in the Safeway Grocery
Store in Manhattan where I shopped. About 18--with stunning Italian looks,
tanned, high cheek bones, full lips, and V-shaped body, broad shoulders,
showing muscles (chest, abs) under or outside his tee shirt (delts,
biceps).  Tony was a feast for the eyes.
           I kept sort of running into him in the store where I shopped.
almost every other day. It was a medium-size supermarket where the same
people would show up, where employees, as they recognized you, would
smile. A handsome teen, this guy didn't smile much, but I guess he didn't
mind being looked at.
           But as the weeks went past, I couldn't help but notice the eye
contact between him and myself. I might be at the produce stand, Tony-his
name-unloading vegetables and fruit from boxes, looking at me as he stooped
over for a handful of green peppers or onions, or whatever. Some people
will look at you with a totally blank or sometimes suggestive look on their
faces. And you wonder, What is that persion looking at me for? With what on
his mind??
           One day with a large grocery list and Tony around the store, I
decided to live it up and have it all delivered. Meaning Tony comes to my
house with the load (of groceries). Believe it or not, I did not have any
hidden plan so far as he was concerned. Anyway, delivery people come to
your house, right? drop off whatever, then leave.  Still--a hot
thought--what if?  I wanted somehow just to see him in my apartment. Hard
to explain. But, seriously, there definitely was no "strategy." And of
course that probably wasn't on his agenda either as he delivered groceries
around Greenwich Village, Manhattan.
        So, about a half hour later my apt. buzzer rings. I wasn't even
sure HE would be the person assigned to make the delivery. But when I
opened my apt. door, there he was. Blue jeans, tee-shirt, kind of sweaty.
In he comes toting the groceries.
         "Whew!" he wipes his brow. Then says: "Say, can I use your
bathroom?"
         "Sure," I say, starting to unpack the brown grocery bags, the
kitchen adjoining the bathroom in the odd arrangement of that apt. Hmm, I
notice he leaves the bathroom door open, that he is kind of "lingering"
inside.  So I walk around the corner of the room. There he is sort of
fooling with his hair and rubbing the back of his neck in an odd way.
         "Hey.could you?" he asks hesitatingly, "What's your name?"
         "Al," I said. "Yours?"
         "I'm Tony. Hey, Al, could you help me with something?"
         "What?" I said.
         "Do I have some hair growing down on the back of my neck?"
         "Yeah," I said looking at his neck from the back, his face showing
in the mirror--a big question mark swelling over my head.  "Why?"
         "Well, see, Al, I have a date tonight. Wanna look my best. Could
you, like, SHAVE it for me? Don't want my girl to see that.I really need a
haircut."
         Well, I thought it was an odd request. But I got out some Colgate
lather and lathered up the back of his neck like some substitute barber or
something!
         "Wait," he says, "I'll take off my tee shirt so's not to get
lather on it." So he takes off his tee. I'm behind him. I see his
reflection in the bathroom mirror.  God, what a body! Dark brown skin
(turned out he was part Irish, he told me later on a another visit-at
night), hairless torso, ripply abs, beauthifully sculpted, flat yet 3D
pecs, but not an obvious "bodybuilder's build."
         I just blurted out, not thinking, "Jeez, your nicely built, man!"
         "Thanks!" he says smiling, as I look at his reflection of his
smikling face in the mirror. He keeps looking at me, almost staring...What
does THAT mean? I wonder?.
         I finish shaving his neck wiping it off with a warm washcloth. But
he just stays there, just standing looking in the mirror, occasionally
glancing at my reflection in the mirror.
        Then before I move away from behind him and as I am still wiping
off the lather from his neck, he just steadily BACKS INTO ME. I mean,
pushing against my crotch with his buns! If he knew I had an erection at
that moment, I don't know. Well, but I did! He just kept sort of pushing
and moving his ass sort of side-to-side in a subtle rhythm.
         I got the point! I wrapped my hands around his waist - from behind
him. Then in a flash he unbuckles his jeans, and lowers them along his
white briefs exposing this - no exaggeration - incredibly beautiful set of
buttocks!!  His cock pops out, which I could see in the mirror.
        My hands go wandering over the rest of his upper body. It makes me
totally horny! I reach around for his cock. It's already in his right hand
over the bathroom sink.  So, I take it over from him and stroke him nice
and slow and steady with my left hand while feeling the rest of him with my
right hand.
        Meanwhile, he keeps shoving his ass toward me and grabbing my
cock. He occasionally sweeps his hand up my torso, brushing over my
nipples, abs, etc. Then he puts my hard cock between his legs.
        Breathlessly, I tell him, "Open the medicine cabinet! See the
Vaseline there??"
        "Yeah, I see it," he says, also breathlessly.  Catching on fast, he
opens the lid, smears some Vaseline on his hand and fingers and greases my
cock-still facing the moirror, still standing. Then he puts some Vaseline
in his hole, shoving his fingers far up into himself. Then Wwhile we're
standing (that's right, standing!!!), he inserts my cock into his hole,
bending forward and thrusting his hole up so I can navigate into it. I go
in real nice and we fuck, fuck, F U C K !! Standing up!! It was
incredible!!  Sometimes he'd be jerking himself, sometimes I would jerk
him, depending on what I was doing with my free hands.
       As this was going on, all the heavy breathing, the ohing and ah-ing,
a thought would stray into my mind "My God!! What am I doing??  What are WE
doing??? He's supposed to be delivering groceries, not servicing store
customers!" But these thoughts didn't stop the goings-on!!  We reached our
joint climaxes together in a very, very short time. I know he liked my cock
inside of him, all 7-to-8 inches of it, so I Just enjoyed it and didn't
worry about his job, the time, etc., or the oddness of it all!!  Really a
first for me--with a delivery person.  For him? I didn't know.
       After we both came-he didn't wash himself out (that is, my cum, no
rubber, Iurt was in pre-AIDS times) and his cum shot in the sink, yellowish
white against the white porcelain sink-he rinsed off only a little, turned
to me with a really suggestive smile on his face as he zipped up his
jeans. It was almost like a victory smile on his face. What?  He had
seduced me?? And enjoyed that fact? Hell, I don't know what crossed his
mind. As for me, I felt I had seduced him. Heh heh. But it doesn't matter
in those situations who does what first..
       "Jeez, I gotta get back to the store!" he says looking nervously at
his wristwatch.
       "Yeah, better get going, Tony!" I tipped him-nothing special.
Grocery guys always get tips. And down the single flight of steps he
clambered.

       For days I mulled all this over in my mind. Sometimes it got me real
horny just thinking about it-and him. I got the urge to go back to the same
store, the usual twice a week thing. Would he make other deliveries that
way to my place?  What was happening between us?
       The answer is-yes, several more deliveries by Tony, several more
"fests" with Tony.
       One time in winter he came kinda late. I was alone, a fire going in
the fireplace, snowing outside. He was behind schedule with his deliveries.
So when he came in, he had a whatthe- hell look on his face and just
stripped down to his undies "unannounced" like he was home and then flopped
on the floorright in front of the fireplace totally nude except for his
white sox.  That night we used the floor, Oriental rug, for our fun!
       Tony the Grocery Boy-hmm, so what happened to him? I ran into him
off and on later after he left the store for other work, or took pix of him
when we could manage a get together steering between my roommate's
absences, etc.  We were sex buddies for a couple, three, years. One day he
told me he was setting up a bodybuilding business in his apartment. Both
sexes. I can imagine what went on. I visited him once one morning---before
he moved out West, California.  And that was that.

       But Tony had put an idea in my head about delivery people! I soon
found out that that sort of thing was not "totally unknown" in the
neighborhood-whatever kind of sex. Then I went to Balducci's Market once-a
very fancy store with a huge selection of special stuff, used by posh
people who want to show off or get some special goodies for a party or
something. Being "worldly wise" by this time, after picking out a rather
large order of groceries, the thought of Tony-or "Tone," as I called him--
pops into my mind. So I wonder in a horny state, Who delivers groceries
from here?
       Well, I soon found out -- a cute, kind of short, very young blond
guy--who knows how young?-- but hot-looking as anything. So, Jimmy became
the "new Tony." Only Jimmy was a guy who liked to fuck me.
	 OK! That worked fine, esp. frontwise.  His hot, smooth, almost
yng-boy's body facing me, his muscles flexxing as he thrust into me, his
well- developed shoulders and arms, fucking me like mad like it was ecstasy
(for both of us), my legs up on his shoulders or coiled around his gyrating
waist.HOT! And he was a quick cummer.
        It was really worth the tips for the deliveries!! I wondered
sometimes what the freight elevator operator in my building thought
(different apartment house from earlier-in this one I was on the 10th
Floor). Jeez, Jimmy would come up on the elevator, go to my apt.  door, the
operator would wait. But Jimmy would disappear into my apartment! For a
half hour, 45 min, or more. I wondered what the operator might be thinking.
	So once I said to him, Salvatore by name: "That grocery guy is real
talker!" Salvatore looked at me with a certain, unfathomable
nativbe-Italian expression on his face.

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