Straight Delivery Driver At The Gym

Why are all of the delivery drivers so damn cute.  For me at the gym, every Thursday morning we would have our retail fridge restocked by the merchandiser. My absolute favorite was a guy named Manny. I had such a huge crush on Manuel. But he was super straight. I knew the rules, look but don't touch. Manny was THICC. Thick legs. Big chest and arms. Long slicked back hair that he had pulled up in a man bun. 

But to top everything off, he had the sweetest, fun-loving personality. Everybody liked him.  When he smiled with his crooked teeth, it just made your day a little bit better. He liked it when I worked because I would help him unload the boxes of drinks, and I would pull old product up to the front, and turn the drinks face-forward in the fridge. Manny demonstrated what I guess I already knew: The value of going above and beyond in your work. Technically his job stopped when he would move the drinks into storage. All the other stuff was extra. Manny also taught me the value of documenting your great work and letting it be seen by your supervisors. 

I loved working with Manny. He always made me laugh. Working with him felt like recess, and to that point he felt like someone I grew up with. 

There were times in the drink closet where he would carry in a couple cases of water, and I would stand out of sight and watch his muscles. I would watch the way his ass would test the limits of his  shorts as he squatted and lifted and heaved. 

One day Manny pulled up to the club late. I saw him jump out of his truck practically before the vehicle had come to a full stop. More than anything it was the lack of his usual effervescence that drew my attention.  I went out to the parking lot to meet him. 

"Yo! What's good Mann!" I called. 

"I'm fuckin late...fuckin traffic bro. Fuck!" ...He also had a dirty mouth. 

I knew he was already almost an hour late. "Tell you what man, just dump the stuff in the lobby. I'll take care of it," I said.

He paused for a moment no doubt going through his checklist to see if that would work out, 
"really?" He ventured. 

"Sure dude. I will even send photos when I'm done. What's your number?" I have to admit, I got a little surge of the butterflies as I punched his number into my phone. 

"Thank you. Thank you, thank you." Manny called as he dashed back to his truck. I was left with a mountain of product to stock. Which was not a big deal at all. I got it all taken care of and I sent Manny the pictures, he thanked me again, and went on with the day. 

Later that night my phone lit up with a text. It was a photo of a nice dark 7 inch penis, uncut and very thick. 

Oh shit dude! That was an accident! ...I didn't mean to send that to you. 

It was Manny's dick. I read the apology before I even really noticed the penis. 

Delete that please!


I did what he asked me to do. I didn't even think twice about screenshotting it. I had enough dick in my life. 

I worked with Manny the next week as well. He acted completely normal as if nothing had happened. He just thanked me again for stocking for him. Months went by in fact and nothing whatsoever happened. 

Then, one unusually hot summer morning, Manny came by and just like usual, I helped him unload the drinks. We were in his truck bed loading cases of drinks onto a large dolly. I don't even remember what we were talking about. I just remember a pause in the conversation. 

"So you never said whether or not you liked it," he said. His voice was different. I didn't catch what he meant because he had gone off topic. But the way he lowered his tone made me realize his intentions were for it to be kept secret. 

"Liked what?" I asked. But by this time I had figured out what he was lowering his tone for. Manny knew I was gay too. In our conversations I could only use genderless pronouns so much. And I was beginning to enjoy being out. 

He just smiled mischievously. 

"Oh," I laughed. "Well, I don't really remember it." 

He frowned, clearly that's not the answer he was looking for. "Fucking liar," he accused. "You haven't looked at it since I sent it to you?" 

"Nah man, you asked me to delete it and I did," I said. 

"Bullshit! Pull your phone out."

I did as I was told. Thank goodness I deleted it. I pulled my phone out and opened my text with Manny so he could have a look. 

"Oh, thank you," he said.

"If I remember correctly, it was bomb." I said
. 
Manny smiled again. At this point the blood started rushing to my face, I could feel the adrenaline spike. Something had shifted between us and my mind was adjusting to the fact that I may actually get to see Manny's dick again, on purpose.  I chose my next words carefully.  

"Remind me?" I asked.

Manny went to the back of the truck bed and let the door down. The truck went completely dark, so we both turned our phone lights on. Manny wasted no time unfastening his belt hand pulling his shorts off. In the heat of the summer his cock seemed extra heavy. He had good sized balls that hung low, and didn't shave down there either. His dick was already very chubbed before I touched it. He had thick vascular foreskin that covered the head.  I just reached over with one hand and gently pulled it back, causing him to softly moan. 

"Suck it for me," he whispered. I dropped to my knees and slowly began to work his shaft. He almost screamed with pleasure, but we were both careful to keep our voices down. I made sure to leave an impression on Manny. I sucked him balls deep, let the tip of his dick rest on my lips, while I worked my tongue across the head, before plunging back down again. He must have been crazy horny because I did this only a few times until... 

"I'm gonna nut bro!" Manny pulled his dick out just as a splash of his cum hit my tongue. I swallowed it. And then he gushed four or five shots to my face, and past my head.  I could hear his ropes splatting against the wooden floor. His body shuddered as I put his cock back in my mouth and finished what I started. I took Manny's still leaking, throbbing cock to the back of my throat, which caused him to weaken and he fell to his knees against me.

"Oh God bro," he heaved. 

"My turn," I said, I stood up and dropped my joggers. I was excited to see what Manny thought of my size.  

"Oh, fuck dude!" He said. "What the fuck is that?" 

I grabbed him by the back of the head and tried to lower him. "Nah dude, I don't even...nah bro," he laughed. I let his head go and took his hand, letting it rest on my cock. Eventually he began stroking it on his own. We just sat like this in the dark. When I saw him lick his lips I knew he was ready. 

He leaned down and gave it a very literal suck. I kept my comments to myself. 

"I never did that shit before," he said looking back up at me. 

I didn't say anything, I just let him go back to work. Eventually with a little guidance he stopped sucking on my dick, and began to really give me head. By the end of it I had him by his man bun, and was face fucking him. 

"I'm gonna cum," I warned him. He sucked me a few more times, and took my dick out of his mouth and jerked me off, right on his face. We were both drenched in sweat. The darkness of the truck and the pleasure was disorienting. We sat for a moment on the side walls, catching our breath. 

Finally Manny looked at me, face illuminated by the flashlight, and did something I didn't expect.

He gave me a kiss. 

Manny and I worked together for a few more months until he got promoted. We fell out of contact, but every time we would get an order, I would think about that day in the truck. 

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