Joe discovers what he really needs

It was getting towards the end of another day at the warehouse. Joe was looking forward to getting home when the warehouse manager approached him:

“Joe, we have a problem. There’s an urgent delivery of air conditioning units on their way down from Manchester, but there’s been a major accident on the M6 and the truck is running late. It won’t be here until around seven, but we need a forklift driver to take delivery and unload the truck.”

Joe groaned inwardly. The last thing he wanted to do on a Thursday evening was hang around the warehouse for a couple more hours, waiting for some pissed off trucker to turn up. However, he knew his boss wouldn’t react well if he refused, and the overtime would be useful.

“Sure, no worries boss. Which haulage company is making the delivery?”

“It’s Henderson’s.” came the reply.

Oh, fuck, thought Joe. That’ll be Jeff driving. He’s a miserable old git at the best of times. Half an hour's earache from him will round off a shit day nicely.

“No worries, I’ll take care of it. Have a good evening, boss.”

“Cheers, Joe. See you tomorrow. Oh, let Brett in security know you’ll be staying back.”

“Will do.” replied Joe, suddenly feeling more cheerful about the prospect of hanging around. Most of the guards employed by the security company were retired coppers, but Brett was a young Aussie travelling the world. He was a good-looking guy, probably mid-20s, muscular and well-built with cropped blond hair and a trim beard. Joe had made a point of introducing himself to Brett and enjoyed checking him out as they chatted.

Joe climbed the steel stairs to the gallery overlooking the warehouse, where the security office was located. He knocked on the door and Brett unlocked it for him.

“Hello mate.” Brett said, grinning, as always. “Come in.”

He was dressed in the security company’s uniform of navy polo shirt with the company logo embroidered on the chest, navy combat trousers and black combat boots. Brett filled out the uniform nicely, Joe thought, especially the tight trousers, and he had conspicuously large feet, which Joe would have guessed as size 13. Joe wondered if that might be a clue to what was filling out the front of his trousers so nicely! Not that it mattered, because Brett seemed like a typical straight Aussie bloke.

Behind Brett was a desk with a bank of monitors connected to the network of CCTV cameras that covered the offices, warehouse and yard.

“Hi Brett.” Joe said cheerfully. “Just so you know, I’ll be hanging around for a late delivery tonight. I’ll let you know when it’s unloaded and I’m off.”

“No worries, mate. Bummer for you on a Thursday night though. What time’s the delivery due?”

“Around seven.” Joe replied.

“Still time for your hot date later then.” said Brett, grinning.

“No, no hot date tonight.” replied Joe, deadpan.

“Well, you can keep me company here while you’re waiting. I’m on my own tonight as that lazy bugger Tony has called in sick again. It gets very lonely up here!”

What the fuck, thought Joe, is Brett flirting with me? Okay, two can play at that game!

“Okay, but only if you make it worth my while. Coffee, milk, no sugar for starters.”

“Funny guy! Kettle’s over there. I’ll have the same.” countered Brett.

Joe obliged, and soon the two men were sitting side by side, boots up on the desk, drinking their coffee.

“So, what brings you to the UK, Brett?” Joe asked.

“It’s a rite of passage for us Aussies. See what the world has to offer before settling down, sow some wild oats.”

“Have you got to sow many wild oats in London then? Bet you’re popular with the girls here.”

“Nah mate, I’m gay...just like you!”

Joe was momentarily floored. How did Brett know? Had his friend Craig, the only person at the company who knew, been talking behind his back?

“Er, yeah, I am, but how did you know?”

“Easy, mate, my Gaydar is very sharp. You’re a good-looking guy in great shape, unlike most of the others here...and you were obviously undressing me with your eyes when we first met!”

Joe blushed, realising how easily he’d given himself away.

“Don’t worry about it mate, I was undressing you too, and I fully intend to find out how good my imagination is!”

Both men laughed together, the tension broken.

“So, are we waiting for a hot, fuckable trucker then?” Brett asked.

“If only.” Joe replied. “The driver, Jeff, is mid-fifties, short, fat, miserable and definitely not fuckable.”

“Bummer!”

They chatted away while drinking their coffees, obviously enjoying the company and growing mutual attraction. Brett glanced up at the clock and said:

“It's now six o'clock. That gives us an hour.”

“An hour for what?” Joe asked coyly, grinning.

“C’mon mate, were not playing that game!”

Brett jumped to his feet and pulled Joe up out of his chair and held his shoulders firmly. The men began kissing passionately. Brett ran his hands down Joe's back and held his arse, pulling him in so their crotches were pressed together. Joe could feel his hardening cock pressing against Brett’s through the fabric of their trousers.

Brett pulled Joe’s T-shirt off and began kissing and caressing his chest. He reached down and unzipped Joe’s trousers, pulling his cock out, then undid his own. He pulled out his cock and rubbed it against Joe’s.

Brett pushed Joe down onto his knees and held his head as he pushed his hard cock into Joe’s mouth. Joe licked and sucked the cock eagerly.

Suddenly, Brett, who was facing the CCTV monitors, tapped Joe on the shoulder and said:

“Sorry to interrupt you mate, but I think your delivery has arrived.” Joe looked around and saw the Henderson's artic pulling into the yard on the monitor.

“Fuck!” He said, “I better get down there.” Joe jumped to his feet and tried to stuff his hard cock back into his trousers, which was no easy job. He grabbed his T-shirt and bolted out the door.

“Don’t forget to come back. We have unfinished business.” Brett shouted after him.

As he ran down the steel stairs, Joe tried to stuff his T-shirt into his trousers, but was still a bit dishevelled when he got to the truck. The door of the cab opened and a guy stepped out who certainly wasn’t Jeff.

“Alright mate?” said the trucker. He was a tall muscular guy, about 6' 4”, with curly red hair pulled back and tied in a bun and a full but well-groomed red beard. He was wearing a green singlet, yellow hi-viz vest, tan combat shorts and tan De-Walt workboots. Joe clocked that his chest, arms and legs were all heavily tattooed.

“Ok mate? You made good time. I wasn’t expecting you until seven.” Replied Joe, still a bit flustered.

The trucker looked him up and down, noticed the bulge in his crotch, grinned and said, “Yeah, it looks that way. Hope I didn’t interrupt anything. I’m Darren.”

Joe could feel himself blushing. “I’m Joe. Good to meet you.”

Up in the security office, Brett had zoomed a camera in on the two men.

“Fuck me!” he said aloud. “Bastard, Joe, you wanted to keep that hottie all to yourself… I don’t think so!” He picked up his keys and headed down to the warehouse floor.

Joe had just about composed himself when he heard Brett’s voice behind him.

“Ok mate, you’re a sight for sore eyes!” he said to the trucker, paused and added, “being early, I mean.” Joe blushed again, but the other two just laughed at his obvious discomfort.

“Better get you unloaded.” said Joe.

“Yeah, no better man to take a load off you!” said Brett to Darren, causing the trucker to laugh out loud.

Fucking Brett, thought Joe. Doesn’t he ever shut up? Joe hurried over to the forklift, leaving the trucker and security guard standing together. As he expertly unloaded the air-con units, he could see the pair laughing and joking as they watched him.

When the job was done, Joe returned to the pair, feeling a bit more relaxed.

“I’m out of hours on my tacho, so I’ll have to park up for the night and sleep in the cab. Can I leave the truck in your yard?” asked Darren.

“Sure.” said Brett. “Just lock it up and come upstairs. I’m sure we can find you something to eat and drink, and keep you amused.” Darren blipped the locks on the truck and began to follow Brett up the steel stairs.

“I’ll lock up the warehouse and follow you up.” said Joe, feeling pissed off. Half an hour ago, he and Brett were all over each other. Now Brett’s blatantly flirting with Darren right in front of him. To make matters worse, he had no idea whether or not Darren was gay, or just playing along with Brett to get a rise out of him.

The answer to that question was obvious as soon as Joe walked into the security office. Brett and Darren were kissing and running their hands over each other’s body.

Fuck, he is gay, and now I’m the third wheel, thought Joe. However, as soon as Darren saw Joe, he pulled him forward and all three men began groping each other and pulling at their clothes, unbuttoning their belts and flies and pulling their cocks out.

Brett pulled off his polo shirt and Joe did the same with his T-Shirt. Darren pulled down his shorts and underwear and stepped out of them. He stood there in his singlet, hi-viz vest and boots with his big cock standing to attention. Fuck, he’s hot! thought the other two.

Brett untied his boots and took them off, pulled off his combats and slipped the boots back on. Carter would approve, thought Joe, before doing the same. Joe and Brett knelt in front of Darren, sucking his cock together. After a few minutes, Darren pulled Joe to his feet, kissing him and leaving Brett on his knees, sucking both of them off.

“Let’s give the joker a taste of his own medicine.” Darren whispered in Joe’s ear.

Darren lifted Brett to his feet and pushed him face down onto the desk. He knelt down behind him and began licking out and fingering his hole, causing Brett to groan loudly.

“Shut him up, will you.” Said Darren to Joe, winking at him. Joe walked around the other side of the desk and shoved his cock into Brett’s mouth, causing him to gag.

“That’s better!” said Darren, continuing to work the Aussie’s hole, spitting into his hand and shoving his fingers in and out. After a few minutes, the trucker stood up, spat in his hand again and lubed up his cock with the spit before pushing it roughly into Brett’s now sloppy hole. After a couple of attempts, Darren pushed his cock in fully and began pumping the hole aggressively. Brett didn’t object to the rough fucking he was receiving at both ends and continued to take the full length of Joe’s cock in his mouth and throat.

Both men continued until the trucker said to Joe, “Now it’s your turn to get your revenge.” Darren and Joe changed places and they rolled Brett onto his back. Darren knelt on the desk so that his arse was over Brett’s face. He held Brett’s boots wide apart, spreading his legs and pulling his arse up off the table, which allowed Joe to start fucking him. Joe pounded Brett hard, while Brett licked out Darren’s hole. Darren began to jack off until, with a loud groan, he came all over Brett’s chest and cock. Joe continued to fuck Brett, using Darren’s cum as extra lube, while Darren began to wank Brett off.

Knowing he was about to cum, Joe pulled out and shot his load all over Brett, who immediately shot his own load. Brett was drenched in cum from all three men.

Darren jumped off the desk and walked around to give Joe a sloppy wet kiss. He and Joe looked down on Brett, still lying on the desk, exhausted from the fucking, but grinning.

“Guess I deserved that!” he said as he sat up, and all three men laughed together.

After they all cleaned up and got dressed, they sat around drinking coffee and eating sandwiches Brett pinched from the canteen. After an hour, Darren got to his feet and said,

“Time for my bed, early start tomorrow.”

“I got to be getting home too.” said Joe. “I’ll let you into the yard on my way out.”

The two men said goodnight to Brett and headed downstairs and out the side door into the yard, where Darren's truck was parked up. As soon as they were outside, Darren grabbed Joe, pressed him up against the wall and kissed him.

“Next time I’m down here on a late run, I want you all to myself. And, just so you know, you’re going to get fucked... hard!” said Darren, grinning.

“Not if I fuck you first!” replied Joe, laughing. The men went their separate ways.