I saw him every day during that time, of course. I watchedfor him now, and didn't go to sleep until I'd seen him come by. His long stirdes, his graceful body, his good looks gave me a hard-on every time he passed the house.
I love to write letters, and I get a lot of mail, so each day he'd come up the steps and bend over to push the letters through the slot in the door. Day after day, when I'd see his ass pushing against the fabric of his slacks, I wanted to jack-off, but I always decided to save it in case he came back...but it had almost been two weeks.
The second time, he had already delivered my mail, and continued on down the block as I watched through the half-parted curtain. Then suddenly he stopped short with a batch of letters in his hand, and came back toward my house, holding one apart from the others. He rang the doorbell and I ran out to open the door for him.
"I forgot this deliberately," he told me as I unzipped him in the hall, storking his stomach at the same time. "I had to get Mrs. Turello's mail to her so she wouldn't complain again-that feels goooood-like she did last time."
His cock sprang from his trousers already hard, before either of us had even touched it. "I've been thinking about you since I turned the corner," Matt said softly, reaching down to fondle his insistent boner. "I thought I was going to bust out of my pants before I could get here."
I put my arms around him, but he broke the embrace gently, "I can't stay too long today," he said as he ran one hand through my hair, and loosened my fly with the other. "We've got to make this one fast." Pulling him into the apartment. I wasted no time getting the full length of him into my mouth, swabbing his shaft with my tongue, and sucking like a sonovabitch.
Matt fucked my face with enthusiastically, urging me on with his gasps and yelps. I stretched my jaw to give him room, fumbling meanwhile with his belt. Slipping one finger between his asscheeks, I teased him with it, moving nearer to his hole by degrees. When I could see his knees trembling, I put it where he wanted it. He leaned over me to hold the wall as he swung his hips back and forth.
"Faster, faster," he barked and I poked in and out of him as quickly as I could move my hand. I could taste the first dribble of precum as I finger-fucked him, and I wanted to taste his manjuice as well.
My own hard-on was bobbing back and forth in my lap, but I couldn't do anything for it while I was so busy getting Matt off. But that was okay: it felt good just to listen to him carrying on about how hot I was getting him. The sweat was pouring off him, making his skin slick as I massaged what I could reach of his body.
Then Matt stood perfectly still, and I knew he was about to pop, his balls grazing my chin as they tightened into place. I licked twice at the very tip of his cock, and was rewarded with blasts of cum into my mouth, his cries becoming one long maon of ecstasy.
I chugged it down as fast as his dick could spit it out, but there was just too much for me, and I felt his hot jizz sliding down my jaw. Then, when we were quiet, I could hear his breath whistling over my head, an the chime of the local church clock.
"Shit...I've got to go," he said, kissing me. "People are waiting for their mail..." Bucling his belt and jamming his shirt back into his pants, he ran out so fast that he forgot his uniform hat.
I paced around for a few minutes after he left, still very much turned on by the sight and the feel of him. Then I picked up the hat and held it over my face, breathing in his smell from the lining and the brim,and jacking off with my cock in the other hand. I tried the hat on, but it was the wrong size.
Then I had a wicked idea, and set the hat on the floor in front of me. Straightening up, I looked down at my dick, throbbing with excitement, the head a ruddy pink color. I spat into my hand, and with a few quick strokes brought myself to full erection.
Nobody-no matter how good they are-can do for you the handjob you give yourself. I like a good blowjob, and I love to fuck, but most of my favorite climaxes have been solitary, just my five fingers making my best friend feel good. Now I thought of Matt as I gripped myself, increasing the pleasure his visit initiated.
I got real close two ro three times, but pulled gently on my balls to slow myself down, and give my load a chance to build up even more. With the taste of him still in my mouth, though, there was a limit to how long I could hold back, even if I wanted to. As my cock swelled that last little bit, I aimed at Matt's hat, and came into it, one big jet of spunk, the threee other squirts saturating the material.
His next few visits were a quickies-beginning with a stop to retrieve the hat-which didn't make either of us very happy. I wanted a lot more from him than I could get in fifteen minutes, and he was so worried about being reported to his supervisor that he couldn't really enjoy himself.
The next time he brought me a parcel, he made my house his last stop. He stayed so long, I got no sleep and had to call in sick, but it was well worth it, since I got three big loads out of him (and put two big ones intom him, as well!). Even then, one of my stupid neighbors saw his cart out front, and complained.
Neither of us wanted him to risk his job any further, but by now we were both eager to continue what we had started. Finally, there was only one solution that we could see...
Now that Matt's moved in with me, I don't have to wait for a special delivery for the male to come!
I hope you enjoyed my first story! Now I am going to start on something new and post it soon, email me and let me know what you think... THX:)