Package

Package

or

Rod, The Delivery Driver

The character Rod from the story, BENJIE’S FRIEND, ERIC.

“That’s quite a package you got there.” The bath robed man says as he looks at me through his closed screened door.

“Yeah.” I say. “It is.”

I start to hand him the brown paper wrapped parcel as he begins to open the screen door.

“Are you Jerry Whitman? I guess I should have asked you that first?”

“I am.” The man says as he takes the package from my calloused hands.

I see his eyes roam over of me as I stand before him in my sweat-soaked uniform once I am no longer holding his delivery package in front of me.

“Whoa!” Jerry says once his blue eyes zero in on me.

My hand goes to the bulge which is quite pronounced in my short brown work shorts. I fondle it as it springs to life.

“Um. That’s quite a package you got there Mr. Delivery Man.” Jerry says once I move my hand away.

“My name is Rod. It is much bigger when it is not couped up in these damned short pants.” I nervously laugh.

“Let me see it.” Jerry says as he sets the package down on the porch near the screen door and steps out onto his front porch. “There is no one around for miles. It is just you and me. Let me see it.”

“You sure?” I ask.

“It is just us here. I am just admiring a fine specimen of a man. You know these dirt roads better than I do. C’mon. Let me see it.” Jerry pleads like he has never seen a man’s cock before.

I unsnap my pants. And unzip my zipper. Too.

It seems like time has stood still as I ease the zipper down its track before I open my shorts and do my big reveal.

“You going commando, boy?” Jerry says once he sees the hairy whispers of my dense brown pubes peeking from my open shorts.

“Yep! It’s too damn hot in this heat to be putting on anything underneath these shorts.” I tell the bathrobe-wearing customer.

“Me either. But not because of the heat. I just don’t own any.” Jerry says.

I reach into my brown shorts and pull out my cock.

I am near my hardest I have ever seen myself before. The flesh on my crown is so swollen hard my cockhead glistens like a piece of polished brass. Were it such, I swear I could almost see my reflection in it.

“Damn, man.” Jerry says. “That is one beautiful piece, you got there.”

“Thanks.” I say as I look toward him.

“But I am hard too.” Jerry says to me which causes me to look at him.

Jerry’s bathrobe has suddenly fallen open and his cock nearly matches my own in its stark glistening blood-swollen hardness. His cock is wrapped in a golden fleece of curls and a treasure trail that creeps upward from these bushy pubes like a vine to a wonderment of dense sunny curls covering his well-muscled chest. These all match the equally alluring surfer boy stereotype you expect from a man with his god-like looks except we are hundred, no thousands of miles away from the nearest body of salty water and he is no California surfer dude with his southern twang.

Jerry wags his cock at me like a parent would a toy before an infant to tease it to do what they want the child to do. But so often the desired affect does not happen between the two. But this man thinks his man-toy will entice me as he wags it about.

“I often sit outside with nothing on at all.” Jerry tells me as he continues to wave at me with his fleshy tool.

That is true. I have ridden by here often and seen him sunning as bare as the day he was born.

Before I know it. Jerry has taken up position in front of my cock like man at a prayer bench in my father’s church. His mouth wrapped around me before I can tell him to stop. Not that I would want him too it has been a while since I have had a good blowjob and someone kneeling between my two legs.

“That’s it.” I say. “That’s it. Use that tongue on my cockhead.”

My sighs become inaudible, and I spout gibberish as he works me over like a skilled artist.

I can feel his tongue swirl around and around the mushroom ridge of the tender underside of my swollen glan. Working over and under with the gentle swipe of his lithe wet appendage. He knows how to use his mouth too. As his tongue baths me in my absolute hardness, he sucks me deeper, harder, using the suction created from his tight lip-lock to pull the cream from my heavy-laden balls.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I squeal as he puts more pressure on my now rock-hard…no, steel-hard cock that is in his mouth.

With his free hands he yanks down my short brown shorts to the porch floor. They fall to the painted gray boards of his open porch. Once my ass is freed from my sweaty shorts, I feel his hands creep over each well-earned muscled buttock squeezing me as he bobs about, up, and down and continues using his lip-locked suction on my cock. He has not lifted his mouth from my cock since he put it there several moments ago.

I can feel his fingers making their way to the center crack of my ass. He is fiddling with my hair-lined passage now as he continues with his machinations on my submerged cock in his mouth. It is a dance of a sort I have not been a part of before. A man toying with my ass.

“Oh shit! Oh shit!” I exclaim as his pace increases on my buried tool within his mouth.

He is a flurry of speed as he devours me with his wet warm orifice.

The tension is mounting in my back, and I am squirming in place like a man possessed but his lips have not let up on my cock. He is sucking me with more force. Sheer force.

I can feel my temperature rising as I am near the point of no return. I am flushed not only from the heat but from this experience.

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” I shriek as I empty both of my nuts into his pressurized mouth. His suction increases as his Adam’s apple ripples as he takes my full volume of cum. Not a drop escapes from his mouth and his pace does not let up until he knows he has taken all my offering.

I am bouncing in place unable to contain my ecstasy from my pent-up release. I usually do not have a habit of cumming when I am standing but he rooted me in place as he gripped hard on both of my exposed ass cheeks. He knew how to control me and keep me from falling.

He lifts his face from groin. He is sweaty and slobber drips from the unshaven growth on his face. I suspect some of the cum of mine has mingled with the rough growth on his face.

“That was good, Rod.” Jerry says as he stands. His cock leaking his juices and it is just as ramrod hard as he was when he squatted down between my legs. “I figured you would be. Most athletes like you that I’ve blown always taste good. And you are no exception.”

His words catch me by surprise and alarm shows on my face.

“Yeah, I recognized you, you are Rod Millbank, you played football with my step-nephew while you two were back in high school.”

“Oh!”

“He said you had a quite the cock on you. And that I should try to get myself a look-see at it.” Jerry tells me. “So, I put myself in an order I knew you’d probably bring.”

“He’s seen me?” I am further surprised by his disclosure.

“Yep, he saw you one day as you were driving down the dirt road as he made his way to my house. He told me all about what y’all used to do.”

“He did?”

“Yes, he did.” I can feel my face heat it. “I have to go.”

“I suppose you do.” Jerry says as he begins stroking his cock as he stands on his front porch. “You know you can come back anytime. I will gladly service you, again.”

“Uh Huh.” I stammer.

“My nephew is a regular visitor. Too. I would say he would be happy to see you.” And Jerry giggles when he finishes his sentence.

I bolt from the porch after pulling up my shorts. I run as fast as I can while holding up my shorts. Once I am back at my vehicle I tuck in my cock and make my way to the next stop. As I pull away from Jerry’s driveway, I see him spew his load onto the grass in front of his porch. No one drove by on the road as he emptied himself, but no one would very few people live on this desolate stretch of dirt road.