Home Delivery

In the early 1970’s I got a part time job at a local pharmacy.  I was a good science student and my parents were close friends with our local pharmacist.  The summer I turned sixteen and got my drivers license my dad told me to stop by the drug store and pick up his medication.  The pharmacy counter was in the rear of the store and as I approached the cash register for the drug counter I stood quietly and listened to Mr. Don on the phone with a customer.  He held up his index finger to signal to me….give me one second.  Mr.Don was a very handsome man.  He graduated from University of Tennessee Memphis and he always had time to talk to me about my classes and gave me guidance regarding my science classes, etc…..He was 6’4”.  A former swimmer and had the richest blue eyes I’d ever seen for a man.   

After Mr. Don got off the phone he asked me to walk around to the back counter.  He was wearing his typical white smock, jeans and as always….he was in his socks.  Typically he never wore regular shoes.   As I stepped closer he smelled like he had just stepped out of the shower and I knew he used Irish Spring soap.  When he started speaking I found it hard to concentrate.  He placed his hand on my shoulder and said….Sport, can you do me a favor.   Hell, I would have done anything for this man.  I said….of course, what’s going on.   He explained Mr. Tipton, the manager of the famous pizza joint was down in his back and needed his medication delivered to his home.  Being a small town I knew where most people lived.  After I picked up my dad’s medicine I took the small white pharmacy bag that had Mr.Tipton’s name on it.   Mr. Don reached in his jeans pocket and handed me a five dollar bill for making the delivery.  I told him that wasn’t necessary, but he insisted.  After he went back to work I went to my convertible VW bug and pulled out of the parking lot and headed down Maple Street to Mr. Tipton’s house.   I approached the back screened in porch and announced myself.  Mr. Tipton recognized my voice and yelled….Jonathan, I’m in the bedroom.   As I walked down the hallway and entered the doorway….Mr. Tipton was on the bed in white Jockey briefs….the newest pouch style that was very popular.   His massive chest and arms were most impressive.  He apologized for being only in his briefs…I chuckled….hell….it’s your home…you do you, sir.  As I walked closer I handed him his medication in the small bag.  He asked me to go to the fridge and get him some sweet tea.  I swear….I don’t think I took my eyes off his crotch.  When I returned with his tea I noticed he had a magazine on his nightstand.  I had seen Playboy and Hustler magazines before….my uncle kept them under his mattress….but that’s another story.  

I helped Mr. Tipton get two pills out of the bottle.  I put the cap back on and placed the pill bottle beside his hairy thigh.  He reached over ….placed the pill bottle under the pouch of his crotch….took a swig of tea….after he took his medicine I took the cup and placed it on the nightstand.  My next move was to grab the pill bottle and place it on the table.  I knew exactly what I was up to.  My finger grazed over his thick crotch.  He winked at me and said…..seems like you would make a good nurse and winked it me.   I didn’t say a word but rubbed my hand over the outline of his growing cock in his underwear.  I asked him if this was ok….he nodded his head and told me….go ahead, help yourself.  Within a couple of minutes I was naked and laying between his legs and sucking on his fat, uncut dick.   I was a good cock sucker.  My uncle had trained me to swallow big dicks and not gag…..within minutes Mr. Tipton rewarded me with a thick creamy load of spunk.  God it tasted so good.  After we chatted for a few minutes…he told me to stand above him.   I squatted down and he rimmed my ass and I shot my load down his throat.  After I got dressed he told me….please stop by tomorrow.  I told him I sure wood.   

I stopped by the drug store and told Mr. Don I took care of Mr. Tipton.  He grinned at me and said, I heard…he called and told me you were very helpful.  I stayed that afternoon and restocked the drink machine, swept the floor and cleaned Mr. Don’s office.   At six o’clock I told Mr.Don if he didn’t need anything else….I was going to head out.  He told me to lock the front door…change the sign on the door to closed and he needed my help in the cage.  This area was a locked gated cage where he kept medication secured from other areas of the store.   When I walked back to the cage Mr. Don was naked….there was a tube of K-Y gel on the shelf.   He handed it to me….told me to lube his hole….he said after talking to Mr. Tipton on the phone he knew he had to see my big cock for himself.   I took great pleasure in FUCKING this man.   Hell, I’ve always been attracted to him.  We fucked for about 30 minutes.  I shot my load in his ass….he stuffed my hole with his eight inch cock.   Around seven o’clock when I left I went my Burger King and got a Dr. Pepper.  When I walked in the house my dad stood up, shook my hand and said he was excited Mr. Don had called to let him know I was his part time employee and I would be making deliveries this summer.It was great my dad bought me the VW from my uncle.   For some reason….the girlfriend my uncle bought the car from just left town.   Maybe it was the fact she walked in about a two weeks ago catching my uncle pegging my ass with the same pecker he fucked her with.

Needless to say….I loved my part time job.   Everyone in town requested me to make deliveries.  One day I was sent to the address I knew well….it was my high school football coaches home.  Man…he loved blowing his load in my ass.  

Forty years later I finally retired as a pharmacist and a local chain bought my small home down drug store that Mr. Don sold me in 1995 when he retired and moved to the Outer Banks.