Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2001 18:56:10
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cooling Off with UPS Guy

Cooling Off with the UPS Guy
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


Thanks to all the guys out there who have written in response to my
stories.  Even if I haven't had the chance to respond, I appreciate it.
Don't worry: I plan on continuing on with Team Reward and wrapping up
Parents Weekend, but until I get back in the groove and find the time, I'm
posting a few shorter, get-off-quick stories.

This story was originally supposed to be part of SAE Action, and I may have
posted it somewhere on the net, but I got tired of that story, so I'm
adding on to this part and rewriting it. Enjoy, and let me know if you
shoot a load to it. Comments to billdrake@hotmail.com.

WARNING: The following is for adults only. Contains graphic depictions of
men having sex with men. Do not read if this bothers you. The characters do
not practice safe sex, but this is fiction. In the real world, take care or
yourself and play safe.



Cooling Off with the UPS Guy


I pulled out my hardened dick, which was completely coated in white, hot
jism. The head made a popping sound as it cleared free of the tight
sphincter that still held onto it hungrily. I looked down at the fine form
of my fraternity brother Russell. Big, humpy guy with muscles in all the
right places, blonde hair, green eyes, and a nice, round fuckable butt.


That butt was still moving, still grinding into the bed sheets below. Man,
was Russ worked up and horny this morning. I knew I couldn't leave my buddy
to get his nut on his own like this. Besides, that perfect ass of his kept
me hard and horny. Reaching down with my right hand, I pushed my cock down
until it was perpendicular to my thick brown pubes. I knew I didn't have to
be gentle. Guiding my missile to its target I pressed in with one hard,
swift thrust.

"Unngh!" Russell groaned even louder. "That's it Bill, fill me up
again. Oh, shit, I was hoping you wouldn't stop."

For the next five minutes, I pounded his butt into the mattress so hard I'd
thought the bed would break. Russ, the stud, kept up with each thrust and
was getting off from the friction of his cock against the sheets. My balls
were beginning to draw up, ready to spray my buddy's insides with a second
round of ball batter, when I noticed Russ's arm move down toward his
crotch.

"Don't think about it, fucker," I warned. I knew he needed to get off bad,
but I wanted to make his orgasm even better. With my large cock still
lodged deep in his guts, I pulled up his beefy frame so that he was leaning
forward rather than lying down. His hands were now on the bed, unable to
take care of his own dick, and I put my hands firmly on his wrists to make
sure they stayed there.

Then I started to pile drive my cock without mercy. "I want you to come
from the inside, buddy. Do you feel my dick in you? You feel it rubbing you
real good? Well, I'm gonna keep on rubbing you stud til your big dick
shoots its wad, hear that?"

"Ah, Jesus, that feels sweet. Oh, fuck me, yeah, just like that."

I pounded harder. That ass felt exquisite wrapped tight around my cock. I
started to feel the ass ring clamp then open then clamp again, in a quick
successive rhythm.

"Shit, I'm gonna blow!" Russ yelled. My head was next to his and I watched
as rope after hot rope of my stud friend's sperm blasted across the bed and
coated both our arms.


"That's it, buddy" I cooed into his ear, "Let it all loose." But I was
talking to myself as much as to him, cause a split second after I felt my
own waves of fuck pleasure spread over my body and out my spasming dick.
Right into that warm wet ass. It was my second load of the day and damned
if it wasn't as big a gusher as the first. As my thrusts slowed down I
could feel and hear the squishiness of Russ's cum-drenched ass being rubbed
raw by my cock.

Just then the alarm clock rang for the second time. Russell snapped out of
his post-fuck daze and looked up at the time. "Shit!" he said. "I'm gonna
be late for class." He wiggled his hot bod out from the weight of mine and
got up off the bed. He didn't bother with showering, I guess he was going
to class still wet from my sperm and both our sweat.  Quickly, he pulled up
a pair of shorts and searched my drawer for a clean T-shirt. Russ has a
bigger build than I do, so my shirt stretched tight across his chest and
barely came down to cover his blonde-furred abs completely. Damn, he was
sexy, I almost had the notion to wrestle him to the ground and screw him
again.

"Thanks, Drake," Russ said, putting on a baseball cap to cover up his bed
hair. "I really needed that fuck."

"Anytime, man," I replied as he left the room. I felt like I should be
thanking him. I was lucky to have a stud like Russ to dick on a regular
basis. I'm not a slouch and have a pretty muscular body, plus a dick that a
lot of guys seem to go crazy for, but Russell James Harris is definitely
the hottest fuck in the fraternity.

I got up to shower and damn if my dick would not go down. You'd think after
giving up two big morning loads, it would be satisfied and usually it
was. But today I felt real horny. As the hot water cascaded down my
muscles, I kept thinking about Russ squirming his tight ass against my
rod. My manmeat throbbed in my hand. I thought about whipping out a good
volley of jism right there in the shower, but thought it'd be best to save
it.

Got dressed and realized I had ten minutes to get across campus for an
intermural basketball game. A couple of brothers and I were playing some
our buddies from KA. My game was getting better, so I was eager to continue
throughout the summer despite the heat. Besides, the KA guys, Kevin, Mitch
and Rob, were some of the hottest guys I knew. Never would I pass on a
chance for a shirtless game of three-on-three with the campus studs.

******

It was a hot summer day and by the end of the game I was drenched in
sweat. I'd removed my shirt, but even my shorts were soaked through
wet. And as I went 'commando' that morning, my semi-hard dick was visible
for all to see. Getting back to the house, I immediately went to get a cold
beer, gulped about half of it down and headed to the shower. So hot and
humid oustide, not the best weather to play basketball in really, so I
decided to cool down with a cold shower. It was starting to relax when I
heard a buzz, the doorbell. I intended to ignore it, but it was persistent,
so I turned the shower off, wrapped a towel around myself and darted to the
front door. There aren't many brothers around the house during the summer,
so I figured if I didn't answer no one would.

Still dripping, I opened the door and in front of my was the UPS guy.
"Hello there, sorry to bother you.  Have a few large packages. ... Let's
see, Harrison, Carter and Brock. Can you sign for them?" I looked the guy
over. 30 years old, my guess, about 5'10", brown hair/blue eyes, darkly
tanned olive complexion and built like a brick shithouse. The man's torso
was a bit hidden by the brown uniform, but the arms alone bulged to a
massive size.

"Uh, sure," I said, "I'll sign and you can bring them on in." The delivery
man went to his truck as I watched a perfect, muscular bubble butt encased
in the brown uniform shorts.  One by one brought the packages in. I helped
him move them around, unsettling my towel a bit, but it stayed on fine.

"Man," he sweated, "do you have anything to drink?"

"You bet, wanna beer?"

"Hell, I shouldn't, but on a day like this, it's about all you can drink."
He followed me to the kitchen and I offered him a cold one.

"Thanks a lot. My name's Jim, by the way." I shook hands.

"I'm Bill. Pleasure to meet you."

We chatted a little, about the weather, about the deserted campus, then Jim
said to me, "You have quite a build there. You must have a good workout
schedule."  Coming from a guy with muscles of rippled steel, the statement
seemed odd, but I was flattered nonetheless. It was the first time I was
really conscious that I was standing here with a well-built, young-looking
hunk while wearing nothing but a wet towel around my waist. It was also the
first time I thought something might be going on between us.

"Hell, thanks, but I don't think it compares to a body like yours. Even
with what your uniform hides, I bet you've got a flawless build."

I hoped I hadn't gone too far with that last one, but I must not have,
because Jim just smiled and began unbuttoning his uniform shirt, revealing
his huge pecs and tight abs more with each button. "I'll just show you," he
said. He peeled off his shirt.  His torso was flawless, like a Men's Health
magazine cover, only slightly beefier and slightly less cut. His nipples
were dark brown and the size of quarters and I could see the beads of sweat
flowing down over the goosebumps that were forming in reaction to the
air-conditioning inside.

I stared and all the while Jim was just standing there smirking at me. I'm
getting the signals all right, I told myself, I knew I had to get into this
stud's uniform and that he was expecting me to make the next move.

"Jesus your muscles look so hard. Can I feel?"

"Go for it." I reached my hand out and began to rub the thick mound of his
pec. His nipple began to stiffen under the persuasion of my palm. I felt
Jim's hand come up to my chest and begin rubbing up along to my neck.

"You don't have that bad of a bod yourself, stud." He pulled me to a kiss
in which we took what felt like an eternity to explore each others
mouths. Somehow, my towel was down by my feet and Jim's strong, callused
hand was stroking my hard on.

"Do you like to fuck?" Jim asked, moving his mouth along the side of my
face to my ear, then down my neck.

"Hell yeah. You up for it?" Jim pulled back and dropped his pants.  His
boner was nothing to sneeze at, long and hard, but I was soon given view of
his ass as he bent over the kitchen table.

"I don't need lube," he said, "Just rim me out a bit before sticking it
in." I proceeded to give Jim's firm ass a royal rimming, alternating
tonguework and finger fucking to loosen him up good. With each probe of my
tongue, the hunk grunted and called out my name, telling me to eat his ass
out right. I pushed a finger in, feeling the elastic assring constrict and
then give way to accommodate the persistent invader. I ground my digit in
and out of his tight hole as he moaned. Next came a second finger. More
moaning. When I had three fingers working up his hole and he was crying out
for more, I knew it was time to fuck him for real. Maybe it was the heat
outside, but this fellow was hotter than hell. I could feel the heat and
sweat radiate from his back as I plowed him and could feel the warmth of
his ass clenching along my cock. I didn't really spare him much, just kept
thrusting. I was getting off doing this butch guy up the ass, having him
squirm to take my meat in and calling out my name.

I reached around and found his exposed poker, waiting for a good jack. I
began to pump on him at the same rate I was fucking him. After a minute or
so of this, I felt burning hot prickjuice spurt all over my hand.  Part of
me wanted to taste this hunk, but the other part of me decided to feed him
his own cum while I fucked his muscleboy ass. The sight of him lapping up
his jism off the fingers I force fed into his mouth got my rocks off
quicker than anything. I was hosing a good load into the man's quivering
ass. We stood there for a minute. Jim draped over the table, his load spent
on the floor. Me draped over Jim's back, my load and my dick still way up
his ass as we caught our breath again.

Jim looked up and said to me, "Man, you horny fuck, you're cock's still
hard as a rock." He was right. My dick was still hard as ever and showed no
signs of dying down. Impulsively and almost instinctively I ground my erect
cock gently into his wet, well-fucked gut.

"What do you say we have another round?"

"Hell Jim, I think you're my kind of man." We rearranged ourselves. I sat
down on a chair and Jim sat himself down on my dick. This time I could see
his beautiful face and built torso as he rode me, not to mention his also
stiff dick bounding up and down. This fuck was much smoother because my cum
gave plenty of lubrication for my piston lunging in and out of him.

"Yeah, you like getting fucked by fratboy's dick, don't you stud? Do you
ride all the frat guys like this?"  Jim was getting even more turned on.

"Yeah," he said, "there's usually a horny guy around with a big dick and a
load to get off."

"Fuck, this ass is fine. I could breed this butt all day long."

"Go for it, soldier, show me how a big-dicked college boy like you breeds a
real stud's ass."

By now, Jim's rough riding had drained me of any ounce of juice I had. The
view of this delivery man's face, contorted in bliss, as my cock painted
his asswalls with fresh semen was priceless.

He still hadn't come, so as he stood up, I leaned over and took all of his
cock down my throat. I sucked at his prick voraciously and hefted his nuts
until I could feel that a load was coming on. I pulled back enough to catch
the cum in the front of my mouth. A few more spurts and Jim was finished. I
stood up and gave Jim a deep kiss, sharing his cum in our mouths as our
tongues fucked each other.

Jim finally had to get back to work, so he said, "Say, I'm pretty regular
on this route. What do you say we fuck on my lunchtime?"

"Can't think of anything better, Jim" I said and gave him a good bye kiss.