I Know What Brown Can Do For Me

Moving to Palm Springs during a fucking pandemic is the worst. I am in one of the gayest cities with several bars and clubs, clothing optional resorts and can't be the cock slut I want to be. The only men I interact with are grocery store employees and the UPS and FedEx delivery guys. Normally packages are just left at my door, but I've ordered a 86" TV and so I've left a note on the door for the UPS delivery man to text me when he has my TV. Due to the pandemic day drinking, porn and phone sex are my only sexual outlets so I have spent over $2000 for a new TV. If I can't have an actual dick, I at least want it to see them on a large TV.

My phone dings notifying me of a text message, and it says "Hey it's Allen with UPS with your TV. I'm outside''. I am excited as if this were a date. Fuck, during COVID this is the closest interaction I can look forward to. Let me backup a minute here and describe Allen for you. White male, dark brown hair, at least 6'2 or 6'3. His hands are rough, the hands of a blue-collar manual labor man. And his eyes. Pale blue. Dark brown hair and pale blue eyes! I fell in lust the very first time he was at my door. Since that day I have selected UPS for all my online orders, regardless of the cost or any time lag. He is the friendliest, happy go lucky man I have ever met. So why the fuck does he have to be straight?! 

Tonight is game seven of the World Series between the LA Dodgers and Tampa Bay Rays. Last Wednesday when he was delivering a package for me, I told him that I was ordering a very large TV and asked if he could recommend someone to mount the TV on the living room wall. (Okay, no BS, I was wishing and hoping he would recommend himself). He bashfully replies "Actually Joshua, I am capable of more than hefting large boxes around. I could deliver it at the end of my shift and mount it for you for $50". My hole twitches and I tell him that he is being way too generous and that I am happy to pay $175 and all the beer he would like. He accepts my offer and I nearly fuck it up and say "it's a date" but I stop myself and reply saying I will see you then.

I prepared as if I was going out. My hole is clean and fresh. I'm wearing a cock ring and jockstrap under my jeans. I bound down the stairs to meet him at the door. There he is. All six foot+ of him wearing the brown UPS uniform with the TV box ready to come in. The dolly is useless at this point and we will have to carry it in. Seeing me still dressed in khakis Allen suggests he can manage it in. "Allen, don't worry about the khakis. That's why God invented dry cleaning". I place my hands on the straps he has placed on my end and we carry it straight into my home. Walking backwards I never took my eyes off this sexy man. His arms flex against his shirt as he holds his end of the box as I mentally whisper "Thank you Jesus" that he will be in my house for at least a couple hours mounting my TV. Screw the TV I think, mount me.

Once we have the TV in the living room, I thank him again for offering to do the install. I grab a couple beers out of the fridge, pour two heavy shots of fireball and walk over to him. We pound the shots and as we place the glasses on the coffee table I hand him his beer and the bills, two Benjamins and two Jacksons. Alen protested by handing me the two $20 bills but I stepped back and put my hands up in refusal saying "No no, I insist. I am more than happy to pay. You don't know how much you are helping me out".