Date: Thu, 4 Sep 2003 12:53:26 -0400
From: Shadowlawn <mart6854@bellsouth.net>
Subject: UPS DELIVERY

UPS DELIVERY
by J.W. Martins-Bazinet

This is a true story that happened a few years ago.  I was 22, out for
about 3 years and always up (literally) for a hot sexual adventure. I was
going north on Interstate 95 in Connecticut, about 4 miles past the New
York State Line in afternoon rush hour traffic. This particular stretch of
highway at that hour can be described as the world's largest parking lot,
with traffic bumper to bumper and moving like molasses up hill on a cold
winter day.

It was early September, I wasn't in a rush, the temperature was around 75,
the sun was shining, I had the top of my convertible down catching a few
rays. The only drag was the exhausts from trucks and buses, but I was
managing to avoid being stuck behind one of them. With traffic moving so
slowly there was little need for full alertness or total concentration. I
felt, as usual, a vague sense of being horny and I began daydreaming about
how I'd solve the problem once I finally reached Fairfield where I
lived. There were a few cruising spots nearby my apartment and I was
plotting which particular one I'd hit that evening. My mind wandered to my
last such adventure and the hot college student I'd brought back to my
apartment. It didn't take long before I could feel the head of my dick
pressing at the fly of my shorts demanding some attention. Of course being
surrounded by other vehicles in an open car there wasn't much I could do
other than to pat it and promise relief later.

I was traveling in the middle lane and it began to pick up speed while the
lanes to my right and left remain in place. I managed to advance about 10
car lengths before we stopped again and the lane to my left began to
move. As I glided to a stop I found myself parallel with the open door of a
UPS delivery truck and glanced to my right to check out the driver. (I
don't know who does the hiring for UPS, but generally speaking they have
fine taste in men, at least from a physical perspective.)  I wasn't
disappointed; the guy was awesome. He looked to be about thirty. He was
wearing the traditional UPS warm weather uniform of shorts with a short
sleeves shirt. If the muscles in his arms and legs were any indication he
had a great body and, a real turn-on for me, he was prematurely graying
with streaks of silver scattered throughout his otherwise jet black hair. I
was slightly disappointed to see the glint of gold from a wedding ring on
his left hand. It was only after I'm made this preliminary assessment of
his attributes that I noticed that he was very slowly and subtly massaging
his crotch with his right hand. At first I thought I was just imagining it,
but a few moments of staring convinced me that he was doing exactly what I
thought.

Just then he looked to his left and saw that I was not only gawking at him,
but that I knew what he was doing. My slut side took control.  I grinned
and winked at him.  He chuckled, shook his head and then with a shrug and
just a slight look of embarrassment removed his hand from his crotch and
placed it on the steering wheel. As luck would have it his lane began to
move forward and I assumed that my momentary flirtation with the straight
UPS man was over.

About five minutes and a quarter of a mile later I was again next to my
highway cowboy. I didn't even pretend not to be interested and openly
looked over at him. He chuckled again and then did something that shocked
even me. He pointed down to his crotch and mouthed the words, "d-o y-o-u
w-a-n-t i-t?"

I didn't have to think about it, I mouthed back, "y-e-s."

"F-o-l-l-o-w m-e," he said and motioned forward with his head.

"O. K."  I responded with a grin. He chuckled and then his lane began to
move again. I wasn't about to lose this fantasy come true and without
hesitation cut off the car behind him and moved into the right lane
directly behind him.

At the next exit he turned on his right directional signal and I did the
same. I followed him off the exits and for another half mile or so until he
pulled into the all but deserted parking lot of a small office building. He
pulled into a space and I pulled into the one right next to him. He looked
over at me grinning while again shaking his head.

"Go around to the back I'll open the door," he said.

He slid from the right side of his seat and disappeared into the back of
the truck. I got out of my car and just as I approached the rear door it
began to roll up.  There he stood, one hunk of man smiling shyly.

"Before we go any further," he said, "you understand that this has to be a
one way thing, I'm not gay."

"That's fine by me." I said out loud, but thought to myself that I'd have
been disappointed if it had been any other way.

"I haven't been sucked off by a guy since I was a junior in high school,
but my wife just had a baby and I haven't had anything for the last six
weeks and my right hand is getting awful tired."  He laughed.

I didn't much care what his reasons were, or what rationalization he was
making to himself. If he was willing to share his cock with me I was ready
to give him the blowjob of his life.

"Fine by me," I said. "I'll take care of you."

"Good.  Get in and let me shut the door."

I climbed in and he pulled the door down. Then like the straight guy I was
happy he was he just leaned against the wall and waited for me to do the
honors. I obliged by dropping to my knees in front of him and then reaching
up to undo his belt, button and fly. Then with no further preliminaries I
hooked my fingers into the waist of both his shorts and boxers and hauled
them down to the floor. I was greeted by a sight that would gladden the
heart of any dedicated cock sucker. There right in front of my face was one
of the prettiest pieces of man meat I'd ever come into contact with. It was
cut and still only semi-hard but growing. It promised to be only about 6
1/2 inches, but it was one of those really thick numbers that manage to
fully fill your mouth without chocking you in the process.

I took hold of it before he changed his mind, raised it up and went
straight for his meaty balls. I gave them a good working over while I
stroked his cock to full mast. Once he was rock solid hard and moaning I
slid my tongue from his balls and slowly up the shaft to his full helmet
shaped head laving it with my tongue, collecting the crystal clear sap that
was by this time gushing forth. He slid down the wall a little, his legs
buckling and he pushed forward trying to gain entrance to the warm wetness
of my mouth. I gave him no resistance and swallowed him whole. That was it,
I held back no more and proceeded to display all my techniques.

I moved up and down his shaft, deep-throating him with each downward
plunge. I moved my tongue back and forth on the sensitive underside of his
cock as my lips tightly caressed ever inch of its torrid flesh. Then I
brought my fisted hand into play so that at no time was any of his manhood
not receiving skin on skin pleasure while still swallowing him whole with
each downward movement. By this time his moans had reached a fevered pitch
and his legs were trembling. I knew I had him close. Just before he was
ready to explode I backed off a little and using only my lips brought him
back from the brink.

"Oh my God, don't stop, please don't stop now. I was almost there." He was
whimpering.

I mumbled around my mouthful, indicating that I had no intention of
stopping. I dragged out the slow torturous pleasure for another 2 minutes
during which time I was sucking down rivers of pre-cum. Then taking mercy
on him I began the full, final assault. I sucked him with abandon, the
world disappeared and it was just me and my mouth with this stud and his
hard needy cock.

"Oh my God, I've never felt anything like this," he was nearly
shouting. "Please don't stop this time.  Almost. . .almost. . ." he gasped
air, "almost there. Please, Oh, Oh, Here It Cums. ARRRRGH.  OH. . .OH. . ."

He sagged forward, grabbed me by the back of the head and began to pump
into me as his swelling cock gushed one, two, three, four, five huge blasts
of hot, thick male nectar into my hungry mouth. I had to swallow as fast as
he was gushing in order not to loose a drop. I held him in my mouth nursing
on him, but with care so as not to make him overly sensitive and
withdraw. When I was certain he'd finished I wrapped my lips as tightly as
I could around his thickness and pulled back, being rewarded with one final
tasty glob of his offering.

I moved back as he slumped completely to the floor. It took him a full two
minutes before he was able to compose himself. He looked at me and grinned.

"That was undoubtedly the best head I've ever had. It's fucking better than
I'd ever imagined it could be. Shit man, where did you ever learn to do
that?"

I was of course very pleased. "It's like anything else, practice makes
perfect. Remember only a man can really know how to please another man
orally and only a gay man does it with the enthusiasm necessary to do it
right."

"I guess,' he said.  "Do you live around here?'

I told him where I lived and it turned out that we only lived about five
miles from each other. He asked if I'd be interested in doing him again,
"until my wife gets back into the swing of things."

Of course I agreed to his wishes. Over the next four weeks he visited my
apartment two or three times a week. The best part was that even after his
wife got back into the swing he still paid me an occasional visit about
twice a month. "After all," he rationalized "if a guy can get a little
great head on the side, who is it going to hurt?"

Who indeed?  When I finally moved away from Fairfield and into New York not
getting regular UPS deliveries was one of my biggest regrets.