Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2016 20:35:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Package to Deliver

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Package to Deliver

Nate stepped out of the shower and dried himself. He wrapped his big, blue
towel around his waist and caught a glimpse of himself in his bathroom
mirror. The thin towel draped over his crotch, highlighting what hid
below. His arms looked like they were getting some good muscle now; he
flexed a bit.

Then he heard it again, a knocking noise. He thought it was the pipes while
he was in the shower. Oh shit, somebody was at the door. He didn't have to
run far; the apartment was really just one big room with an almost-kitchen
in one corner and a couch with a bed pulled out, and the one other room,
the bathroom.

Through the door, he shouted, "Uh.... hello? Who is it?"

"Package for you, sir!" was the reply.

He looked through the peep-hole and saw that it was a delivery guy. He just
placed the order yesterday, so he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

Nate was only in a towel, and he could hear his loud neighbors in the hall.
"Um... can you just leave it there?"

The deliver guy yelled, "I need a signature, man!"

Nate unlatched and opened the door, letting in the noise of a conversation
down the hall and his across-the-hall neighbors coming in with groceries
and jingling keys.

He peeked his head around the door, hiding his body. His bare shoulder and
arm and chest each appeared around the door, reaching to try to take the
clumsy little stylus on a string and scanner. His neighbors looked in. The
delivery guy looked back at what Nate was looking at.

"Uh.... come in, come in," Nate fumbled, and in stepped the delivery guy.

With a slam from the breeze, the door shut and snatched the towel off,
dropping it to the floor.

Nate covered himself awkwardly, turned to tug at the towel that was pinched
in the door, and realized he was pointing his bare ass at the delivery
guy. He turned around, covered his butt with one hand while trying to yank
his towel free, not wanting to open the door. He was crouched and naked and
jiggling.

"Sorry! Sorry? I..." he stumbled.

"Bro, it's cool, just leave it. Don't worry. Just leave it, man..." said
the calm, carefree delivery guy.

Nate shook his head, sighed, rolled his eyes, and stood up. He looked at
the ceiling, blocked the view with his hands, and looked at the delivery
guy with an exasperated grimace.

The delivery guy slowly said, "it's no big deal man, really. It's just me,
you got nothin' to be embarrassed about there, and I'm actually a nudist
myself. It's all good, bro. Just relax."

Nate stepped forward, noticed how his dick wiggled as he walked, and signed
for his delivery. He took the box and set it on his table.

He said, "Sorry to hold you up like this."

The delivery guy answered, "I'm in no rush, man. I parked and locked up,
did like four or five drops in the building, and I just have these couple
envelopes, and then I'll take lunch."

They stood in silence, nodding, not talking about the elephant in the
room. Nate was still catching his breath and taking it in.

Nate asked, "I guess you've never had this happen before, huh?" The
delivery guy laughed and shook his head.

"Nah, not really... but it's no big deal man. Oh, one time I did walk in on
this dude watching porn."

That raised Nate's eyebrows. He paused for a second, "really?"

"Yeah, it was wild. Little house, I walk up and the door's open. Guy's got
fans blowing; hot day like this. I knock on the screen door, but he doesn't
turn around. I realize he's got headphones in, and I can see his computer
screen. He's watching this porno, and I can kind of see it, too."

"Wow, uh... what did you do?"

"I couldn't just walk in and tap him on the shoulder. Well, I could've, but
I'm not allowed to. I knocked louder and yelled more, and he turns around.
It was like no big deal to him, though. He left it playing and came over to
the door, no shirt and tenting out his shorts."

"You just got his signature and left?" still-naked Nate asked.

"No way man, I asked what he was watching and he showed me. I think maybe
he wanted to get caught jerkin'."

As the delivery guy is telling this story, he's wiping his face with his
forearm and lifting his shirt in the back, feeling the small of his back.

He said, "Hey, you got a paper towel, man? I'm sweatin' here."

Nate said sure and ripped off some. When he turned around, the deliver guy
had gone from top-buttons-undone to shirt-off. He took the paper towel and
wiped around his back and neck and underarms. His uniform shorts sagged and
revealed the waistband of his boxers.

Nate pointed to the garbage, and the deliver guy wadded the paper towels
into a ball and shot in.

Thinking how to be polite when you're naked and taking up a delivery guy's
time, Nate asked, "do you want some water... ?"

"Nah man, I'm good. Hey, but... uh.... what would you think about me
hopping in the shower quick, just to rinse off? That be okay?"

Nate was a little surprised, but didn't really care, if he thought about it
for a second. Sure, that'd be okay, nice to help him cool off before he
heads out again.

"Oh, sure. Yeah, go for it."

"You sure man? It's cool? Cool, thanks bro," the delivery guy said, kicking
off his shoes and shucking his shorts and underwear down. He stood up
straight again, revealing his full naked form and mirroring Nate's.

With one last step of peeling off those little socks that don't go up your
ankle, the deliver guy nudged his pile of clothes with his foot and pointed
questioningly to the open bathroom door.

He jogged in and looked at the shower knob. Nate rushed up behind him,
almost bumped into him from behind, and pulled out the shower knob,
twisting it to get the right temperature.

"It's just like this," he said, then crossed his arms.

The delivery guy tapped Nate on the chest, stepped into the water, didn't
bother pulling the curtain closed, and said, "thanks man. This is great.
Ooh, that feels nice. Don't bother getting dressed on my account, man.
Naked party, right?" and with that quick few sentences and a dip of his
head under the stream, the shower was over. He turned off the water and
stepped out onto the bath mat, dripping.

Nate handed him a towel and stepped back out to the living room / bedroom /
kitchen / foyer area.

"Bro, thanks so much. That feels so much better!" the deliver guy said,
drying himself off quickly.

In the middle of all this quick, naked excitement, something was nagging at
Nate's mind. He wasn't sure how to handle it. He spoke up.

"Hey, uh... you said when you walked in on that guy, uh, that he, that you,
uh, watched porn with him?"

The delivery guy said, "Yeah, it was a good one, really nice."

Nate again didn't know what to say. He stammered, "you... like... watched
it together?"

"Yeah man, we jerked one out together. You never done that with a buddy?"

Nate was surprised, really surprised. He thought maybe he had missed
something. Were his guy friends jerking off in the same room, watching porn
together and jerking off? Is that something guys really do?

As he was thinking about it, he realized that his new naked party guest was
describing the porn in detail, the cast and the plot and some key moments.

The details were starting to give rise to some noticeable excitement. Both
men glanced down at the shifting, stiffening members below.

The delivery guy gave his a tug and held it casually, "there it goes, man,
and not too bad yourself there bro."

Nate found himself really liking getting complimented on his body. He
hadn't really thought about how he stacked up, but here he was comparing.

The delivery guy went right ahead and asked, "I got time man, you want to
rub one out? Got anything good to watch?"

It certainly wasn't part of his plans for the day, but here he was. Nate
pulled up a website he liked and scrolled around. They talked about the
titles available, pointed and commented. They laughed, and their knees
bumped against each other as they crowded around Nate's desk.

They settled on a video and brought it up, letting it play even with the
boring stuff at the beginning. They were both already hard. They got fully
boned. They even showed off for each other, holding their hardons out on
display.

"You never done this with a guy before?" asked the delivery guy."No, it's
fun," answered Nate.

"Bro, I used to do this like every damn day. It's that time, let's whip 'em
out."

As it progressed, they got harder and closer. They pumped and
squeezed. They were both lefties, stroking their long dicks with their left
hands, almost in unison.

Nate found himself touching his nipples, like he usually does when he jerks
off, and then wondering if that was weird. Then the delivery guy leaned his
head down and spit a little on the tip of his dick and rubbed it in and
started tickling around his butt. Nate figured, whatever, just relax.

"Bro, you want me to help you out?" asked the deliver guy, reaching his
hand over. "What?"

"You want me to do you a little? Feels good man. No?"

"I never... uh...."

"It's cool bro, here. That feel good man?" Nate was surprised how it felt
to have another guy's hand on his dick, feeling around. His grip was good,
and his hand felt kind of rough but also soft in a way. It was like a
pretty damn good handjob.

Nate wondered if he should do the same. "You want me to... ?"

"If you want. You don't have to. Give it a try. It's not as big as yours
but it's alright."

Nate reached down with his left hand to the hard dick on his left side and
wrapped his fingers around it. He pulled it forward and back. It felt like
jerking off but felt kind of different 'cause it wasn't his.

"Yeah man, that's good. How's this feel."

Nate just nodded that he liked it as a finger ran from his oozing tip down
under. Nate loved to slide his precum around, and he figured his new friend
must too.

After a few minutes, the delivery guy's wrist was a little tired. He let go
of Nate's dick and reached across their laps with his left hand. He grabbed
again and tugged a bit more skillfully.

"Feel okay man?" Nate answered, "yeah, that feels really really good."

"I want to finish myself, though. I'm gettin' close." They released each
other and went back to side-by-side jerking themselves.

Having control again instead of letting the other guy drive felt new and
hotter, and they were both getting ready.

Nate watched as the delivery guy held his right hand up to the tip of his
dick and caught a handful of jizz that spurted and slid out. Nate bounced
on his dick and aimed back to his chest as a few bursts shot up.

With grunted, gritted moans, they finished and started to relax, sigh,
breathe out, notice the sweat on their foreheads or trickling down from
their armpits.

Nate said, "I don't even know your name, man."

The delivery guy said, "I'm Dave" and held out his hand, and Nate grabbed
it and shook his hand, squishing Dave's cum between their palms and fingers
with a surprised laugh.