Delivery Jack

Here I was on the north side of forty and fucking delivering pizza as a second job. My soon to be ex-wife had taken off with the contents of our bank account and her pansy assed yoga instructor while leaving me with all our bills. The bitch had even maxed out all the credit cards with cash advances on her way out the door. I would NOT declare bankruptcy though. I refused. Marines, even ex-marines did not quit and did not give in. I would do whatever I had to in order to pay my debts. I was working full time with extra shifts, this part time gig and was making headway. Who needed sleep? I would even work four jobs if I had too.

Still it was a bitch of a night, hot and muggy after a summer storm and the AC in my car was not the best and I had no money to fix it. And I was horny as fuck, not that the bitch ever really put out much in the last few years. She was always whining about female troubles but I thought to myself, why would she? She had her little boy toy on the side. I growled to myself again and slowed down to look for the address. Bingo.

I pulled up and made my way out of the car, fuck it was miserable outside. The high humidity of the hot night air enveloped me like a second skin. The company t-shirt, already a bit too small for my wide shoulders, was glued to my damp skin. Grabbing the delivery pouch, I jogged my way up the walkway and rang the bell. Nothing. Then I rang the bell again. Fuck. I was not in the mood for this shit. Then I rang it one more time.

Finally, I heard someone clunking around on the other side of the door. It opened at last and this college age kid wearing a USMC tee and a high and tight buzzcut. This kid practically had jarhead written on his forehead. He just looked at me before stammering “Yes?” Grinding my teeth together I said “Pizza, it will be nineteen forty.” with my best imitation of a smile as I held out the box. Instead of taking the box, he just stood there raking me over with his eyes before dropping his eyes to my crotch for a bit too long. He did everything but lick his lips. I cleared my throat while trying not to growl.

"Right.” he answered and reached for the box. I handed it to him and he started to close the door.

“Excuse me, you still owe me for the pizza.” I said tersely, reaching out with my hand to stop the door from shutting on me. He almost looked confused and muttered something about his wallet and wandered towards what looked like the kitchen. Thinking back to my days in the military this kid reminded me of some of the grunts in my unit. All muscle and battle instinct and not much else. I stood there impatiently as he slowly made his way back to me. That’s when I noticed a look of undisguised hunger in his eyes.

And it wasn’t for pizza. The little devil dog was seriously checking me out and not being subtle about it. Not that I was averse to some guy on guy romping from time to time, I had been in the Marines for twelve years after all. This was not the time or the place, though an image of his ass in those tight gym shorts as he walked away flashed briefly in my mind. I guess it was kind of a compliment he was interested with my being roughly twice his age though. Maybe I reminded him of his DI.

Finally, he handed me a twenty and told me to keep the change. “Thanks” was my muttered response as I walked away gritting my teeth. A whopping sixty cent tip. I hopped back in my car and went back to the restaurant. My mood was not improved. It was too bad though, he was kind of a hot little grunt and it wasn’t like my dick was getting any action from my run away wife. If it was one thing the military taught me was sometimes your dick just needed a tight hole or a willing mouth and buddies could help each other out when needed. That little snot though needed to be taught a lesson or two which held an appeal all its own.

Ten minutes later, I was about to explode in a fit of rage. The little punk had called my boss to complain that he didn’t get his change. So I was on my way back to his house to give him his fucking sixty cents and a coupon. I did have to promise my boss I wouldn’t rip his head off and shove it up his ass though. Apparently, he’d done this before to other drivers so at least I was good with my boss.

I was still fuming as I pulled up outside his house. I just wanted to hand the little prick his forty cents and coupon before heading home to drink a cold beer, shower and jack off. In that order. So I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Nothing. Again. So I knocked again, a little more forcefully and waited. I was trying to stay as calm as I could.

Finally, the door opened and the little punk answered it. Except his t-shirt had somehow vanished and his ripped torso was in plain view. Complete with a USMC tattoo over his right pec. And this time he was even more open about checking me out with his eyes wandering all over my muscled frame and wide shoulders. Even with how annoyed I was, my dick started to get hard. Just the thought of him on his knees got my juices flowing.

“Here is your change and the coupon for your next order. Sorry about any misunderstanding.” I said as neutrally as I could muster. I held out the change for him to take while I gave him the same kind of once over he had given me. My eyes traveled from his baby face, over his shoulders, muscled chest and ripped abs to his gym shorts where his hard cock was straining against the fabric. He just kind of stood there, waiting. Enough of this pussy footing around, I decided to take charge.

“You a marine?” I asked, touching the USMC logo on his chest. He looked me straight in the eyes and muttered yes. He just stood there like a mindless grunt, staring at me.

“Speak up grunt” I growled out.

“Yes.” He said before pausing and following with a barely audible “Sir”, and I knew just what to do.

“Good, then we understand each other.” I finished. I thought to myself, he’s a boot who needs a firm hand to take orders from. I stepped towards him and gave him a shove back from the door before kicking the door shut with my foot.

“You will address me as Sir, boot!” I growled. To reinforce my point, I reached out and gave one of his nipples a not to gentle twist. He gave a little gasp and responded with a sharp “Yes Sir!” My dick was going getting harder and man, was I going to enjoy this. Maybe tonight would turnout pretty good after all.

Getting right in his face I raised my voice. “You want my dick don’t you boot?” He came to attention and said “Yes Sir!” I felt myself smile despite the oddity of the situation.

“Lose the shorts Boot!” I commanded. And he did, dropping his shorts in under five seconds before coming to attention again. He had been going commando and I liked that. Standing in front of me naked and at attention he was a sight to behold. He could have been carved out of marble, all muscle and sinew. Almost like a Greek statue except this one had a rock hard dick sticking out. I ran my hand over his chest, enjoying the feel of smooth hard muscle. Nice. I did a slow walk around to take a look at that ass. High, firm, and meaty, damn, it should have been in a museum somewhere. I gave it a good solid smack.

“On your knees boot.” And he dropped to his knees and waited expectantly. My dick was going cause my jeans to split a seam it was so hard. I quickly stripped and my own solid eight inches stood straight out. I stepped forward and he reached for it when I growled “Did I give you an order boot?”

“No Sir!” he replied coming back to attention on his knees. He kept his eyes forward as I stepped close to him and rubbed the head of my dick over his face and lips. I saw him shudder just a bit. “Now be a good marine and lick my balls, you have to earn the right to suck my dick.”

He dove in and started to lick and kiss my hairy balls with gusto. Damn, the little bastard had a talented tongue. Feeling generous, I ran my hand over his buzz cut in encouragement. It did feel damn good. “Good boy, now suck them.” I said but pushed him back before he could get his mouth latched around them. I lifted his chin to look at me, “Gently though, you don’t want to bruise them.”

And he closed his eyes and slowly, gently sucked in one ball, giving it a light sucking and swathing with his tongue. The he moved to the other one. The boy certainly knew what he was doing. “You like sucking my sweaty balls boy?” I asked. He answered with a muffled “Yes Sir” without breaking his suction. This boy was a slave at heart. I found I was enjoying myself much more than I should have.

After a minute, I felt him go lower with his tongue and move towards my taint with that magic tongue of his. I stepped back and shoved him on to his back, none to gently. “What the hell do you think you’re doing boy? I stood over him, glaring down at him. He stuttered his response, “I’m sorry Sir, I thought you would like it.” Naked on his back like that he really was a sight to see with his muscles and rock hard cock.

“Are you saying you want to lick my ass soldier?” I spat out at him with a growl. I could have sworn he blushed as he nodded. “Was that a yes, I didn’t hear a sir in there!?” I continued.

“Yes Sir! I want to eat your ass Sir!” He said loud and proud. Silently, I nodded and then turned around and sat on his face. “Then get to it private, eat my ass and earn the right to suck my dick.” Using his hands he spread my cheeks and got to work. His tongue dove right in and the feeling was magical. His tongue must have been wired to heaven as he worked his my ass. Feeling the long strokes of his tongue working in and around my ass… he raised ass licking to a high art. Pure pleasure ran through me as gazed down at his washboard abs and cock hard as a rock. He had nice nipples too, so I reached down and pinched them hard. I could feel his groan vibrate through my ass.

I skimmed my hands down farther and I wrapped my hand around his dick. Not as long or fat as mine but still a solid seven inches. Then I played a bit with his balls, not too rough just yet. He spread his legs a bit and lifted his groin up a couple inches. I knew what he was looking for. What he craved. Needed. He gentled his tongue in my ass a bit, then worked his way to take my balls into his mouth. Lost in lust I didn’t object, he had earned the right to take a little a small liberty.

Reaching down a bit, I pull his legs up so I could see his hole. What a pretty sight it was too. Smooth, round and pink, I imagined how good it was going to feel around my dick. I wet a couple of fingers and started to tease his hole. I could see it quiver with hunger. I slowly pushed one finger, damn was he tight. I slowly finger fucked him and stretched him out a bit. He stopped sucking my balls and moaned, pushing his ass up towards my fingers. Wanting more, needing more. I couldn’t wait to get inside him, to feel his ass muscles milk the jizz from my cock.

I quickly stood up, dragging him to his knees in front of me. Sliding my cock into his open mouth, I felt him go to work. His mouth when into high gear and man, did this kid know how to suck dick as all eight inches slid down his throat. I grabbed his head and started to fuck his throat and at any other time I would have loved to have just let him drink down my cum but not this time.

“Get it good and wet punk because spit is the only lube you’re going to get.” I growled out. If anything that seemed to get him hotter and the suction increased. He buried his nose in my crotch and grabbed my ass to pull himself deeper down his throat. Damn. I was starting to get close though and didn’t want to lose my load that way. I tried to step back but he didn’t want to let go. I practically had to pry the little fucker off my dick.

Damn, he was hot kneeling there with lips swollen and hungry but also almost like a puppy who’d lost his favorite bone. Which I guess he had in a way. “Assume the position grunt.” I commanded and in two seconds flat he was on all fours with that bubble butt waiting and hungry. I assumed the position behind him and ran my hands over the firm globes of his ass, man, did the Marines know how to build muscle on men. I also skimmed my hands over his back, enjoying the feel of the ripped muscle.

Then I spit on my hand and started to work it into his hole a bit though he wanted it so bad it was almost like his hole was nibbling at my fingers. Low moans of anticipation rumbled through his chest and he pushed back against my fingers. Using two fingers I stretched him open some more and his hole felt like hot silk on my fingers. I could only imagine how good it would feel on my dick. After a minute I added a third finger When the third finger got in without much resistance, I knew it was time.

Leaning forward, I pulled his back up against my chest and pinched one of his nipples hard. As he bucked back against me, I whispered in his ear, “Your pussy is mine grunt. I’m gonna breed that hole and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for days, boy.” His only response was to push back against me in need. I rubbed my rock hard dick up and down his crack for a minute to tease him, then lined up the head of my dick against that sweet little hole. I inched in just a bit loving the way his hole reached out to welcome me in. I ran my hands over his chest and abs while leaving my dick just barely inside him.

“Please Sir, fuck me.” he breathed out, impatient at my teasing. I started to enter him a bit faster when he suddenly pushed back hard, his ass swallowing all eight inched of my dick in one rush. I felt him shudder in pleasure and pain as I hit bottom. “God yes, that feels good.” he moaned, his body pressed back against mine.

I gave him just a second to adjust to the size of my dick before I started to move back and forth, slowly at first but building up speed as I started to fuck him in earnest. “Work your ass muscles you worthless slut, or I’ll leave you high and dry.” I grunted harshly in his ear.

That statement was like lighting a match, my little devil dog went into high gear bucking back against me and squeezing his ass around my dick. It felt like a hot wet vice and damn, he was milking my dick like a vacuum. I didn’t want to cum just yet so I stopped for a second, balls deep inside him. I pushed him down on to the floor spread eagle and really started to pound him. Hard. Even laying flat on the carpeted floor he was trying to push back into me for more as I fucked. Sweat was poring off me as pounded his hole into oblivion. Jesus, he was one hot little piece of ass.

I told him what a good little slut he was and gave him a hard smack on the ass. By this point, I was pile driving into his ass like a rutting bull and he was moaning incoherently, lost in his own pleasure. I was so close, “You want my cum you little grunt? I’m gonna shoot my jizz so far up your ass that you’ll be able to taste it!” I practically yelled.

“Yes Sir, breed me Sir! Make me your cum bucket Sir!” He shouted bucking back against me. I felt myself momentarily black out as I emptied my balls into his ass. I regained consciousness a few seconds later slowly dry humping him, though dry was hardly the right word. I don’t think I’d ever shot that much in my life. And he was still trying to milk the cum from my dick with his ass underneath me.

I went back on my knees and pulled him with me, with him still impaled on my slowly softening cock. I held him close and ran my hands over his sweaty chest while I buried my face in his neck, damn, he smelled good too. “Cum for me grunt.” I said gently and used moved my dick just a bit inside him before reaching down to help him jack off. He gasped as he started to shoot and the muscles in his ass tightened uncomfortably around my dick.

“Good boy.” I said as I eased out of him and stood up. Damn, what a good way to blow off steam. I looked at my hand that was still dripping with his jizz and I lifted it up to his lips in silent command. He immediately started to lick my fingers clean.

I was almost sated enough to forgive the punk. Almost. He was looking up at me with eyes that were still hungry. I almost smiled but snarled instead.

“Look at my crotch boy, you think I can get dressed again all wet from your ass and dripping with cum?” I snarled. He quickly responded with a “Yes Sir.” and dove into my crotch to clean off my balls and dick with his tongue before sucking my dick. He hadn’t asked but it was at that point I was really okay with him taking some initiative. His mouth quickly got me hard again and even as good of a cocksucker as he was, I used the opportunity to fuck his face just to make him gag. After a couple minutes of abusing his throat, I shot a smaller load straight down into his thirsty belly as I held my dick as far down as it would go.

Ignoring him as I got dressed again in silence I could feel his eyes on me. Waiting, as he stayed on his knees like a good little marine. Fully dressed, I started to leave before turning back to him. Damn he was really a hot little fucker, sitting there muscled and sweating with his dick still at half mast. I impulsively spoke.

“Saturday, oh-nine hundred grunt. I am not done with your punishment, or your ass. You got that?” I said as I opened the door and stepped outside into the muggy night air.

I heard the “Sir Yes Sir!” as strutted out to my car.