Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2009 05:17:32 -0500
From: Peter Randolph <pitafitz89@gmail.com>
Subject: Delivery Driver Jacking Part 1

Four A.M. Delivery drivers wake up early. The dull light of the
streetlights peeked through a crack in my curtains, sending a shaft of
light running over my hairy pecs, down my abs, and on my thick, nine-inch
morning glory -- hard and dripping just as it had been every morning for
the past 33 years. The summer was hot, and even though I was naked and on
top of the covers my body had a sheen of sweat, filling the room with the
musk of man, cock, and precum. I sniffed and grabbed my cock, and a fresh
spurt of pre oozed out. I gripped my pole and started to slowly slide along
its full length, stretching the foreskin. I added my other hand and started
rocking my hips, thrusting my dick in and out of my hands. My breathing
began to get ragged and I stopped. I didn't want to cum yet.

I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Inside, I positioned myself
in front of the urinal. I live alone, and I prefer my own company, so I can
have whatever crazy shit I like. It was one of those troughs that I
salvaged from the ball park I used to play at when I was a kid when they
renovated it. A lot of memories were built up in this thing. All of the
dads used to go there to jack off together when we were at practice. I used
to skip out on practice and look on, and I was proud that my dad had the
biggest cock out of all of them. It was the first place where I jacked,
both alone and with others -- and it remained my favorite place to whack it
for years. I let loose a stream of piss so hard that some of it splashed
back on me. I milked the last few drops out, and began to whack my cock. I
closed my eyes as I stroked, remembering when I was fifteen, standing
around this same urinal with my dad and my friends' dads, all of us naked,
all of us jacking off. The men were slapping their big hairy cocks,
grunting and swearing. I stood in the center, my body just starting to get
hairy, jerking my oversized cock, too horny to think -- just grunting and
sweating. My dad placed his hand on my shoulder, proud of his son; proud of
his son's big dick; proud of the way his son stroked his cock like a
man. My balls tightened up, and I stopped again. I didn't want to cum yet.

I ran the water in the shower and stepped inside, clearing my mind until my
cock deflated. I soaped up my muscular body, starting with my head, moving
down my chest, arms, and abs, letting the slick soapy water run over my
low-hanging bull balls. I switched to my legs, slowly working my calves and
thighs, closer and closer to my inflating chub, but never touching it. By
the time I reached my ass, my already over-teased schlong was hard as steel
again. I braced myself against the shower door and wrapped my hand around
my fuckstick. After a few strokes I could feel the jizz boiling in my
balls. I stopped. I didn't want to cum yet.

I stepped out of the shower and toweled off. Letting the towel fall to the
ground, I walked back into my bedroom with my semi-hard cock bouncing with
each step. I went over to my dresser and pulled on some clothes: a black
tank, some jeans, and my work boots. I always go without underwear and the
feeling of the rough texture of the denim and the cool metal of the zipper
on my hypersensitive cock got me hard and dripping all over again. I walked
into the kitchen for breakfast with my cockhead poking out of the top of my
jeans, dripping a line of pre down the front of my crotch. My body pulsed
with each throb of my enormous shaft. Now I wanted to cum; now I needed to
cum.

I threw together some breakfast for the road and pulled my things together
for the day. I was just as horny now as I was when I was fifteen with ten
men jacking off around me and my dad egging me on as he panted while
stroking his long rod. I set my things by the front door and then stood at
the front window. The sun was just starting to rise, and I wanted to show
the world all of my muscular, hairy, big-dicked virility. I pulled the hem
of my tank over my neck, exposing my chest -- now matted with a sheen of
sex sweat -- and unbuttoned by jeans and let them fall the floor.  I
lustily wrapped both hands around my raging wood and began to thrust my
hips into the palm-pussy I had created.

"Ugh!" my strokes were starting to pick up speed.

"Oh! Ugh! Fuck yeah, that feels good!" I slapped my cock just to show
anyone watching what a man I was.

"Shit! Shit! Fuck, I'm coming! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck yeah! FUCK, I'M COMING!!!" My
whole body spasmed and contorted in service of my explosive orgasm.

"Ugh! Oh!" The first shot made a large dab on the pane. The second shot
made a streak up the whole window.

"Ah! Ah!" The next two shots hit the top of the window.

"Shit! Ah!" The next two shots finished covering the whole window with my
seed.

"Oh! Ohhhh!" The final three shots ended up below the window and in a line
on the floor.

The last drops oozed out as my breathing steadied. I kept milking my cock
until I could see straight again. I observed my handiwork: my jizz had
completely covered the front picture window. All the men at the urinal
would have been proud. Shit, I was pretty happy myself.

I pulled my jeans back up and righted my tank. I left for work with my cum
still dripping down the window.