#3 - When the Delivery Guy Let Me Taste Him
The clock on my desk had just ticked past seven when I heard the familiar crunch of tires on the driveway. My heart gave a quick jump. I had been checking the time every few minutes since Trent left earlier that afternoon. I walked to the door and opened it before he even knocked.
There he stood in the same tight black cycling shorts he had been wearing all day. The fabric looked even darker now, soaked through with fresh sweat from the full shift of riding. A dark wet line ran down the front where the material clung to the heavy outline between his legs. His shirt stuck to his chest in patches and his hair was messy from the helmet. He gave me that same easy grin like nothing in the world had changed since he left a few hours ago.
“Figured I could use another one of those massages, if you are still down,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an answer.
He dropped straight onto the couch and spread those thick thighs wide the second his ass hit the cushion. The shorts rode up high on his tanned skin showing off the full power of his quads. The muscle looked even bigger after a long day of riding. Veins stood out thick and ropey across the surface and the deep cuts where the heads of the quad split were shiny with sweat. I could already smell the warm masculine scent of him filling the room. Effort and heat and pure man.
I did not even hesitate. I crossed the living room and dropped to my knees in front of him like it was the most natural thing in the world. My hands went right to his right quad first. The skin was hot and damp under my palms. I pressed my thumbs deep into the thick meat and started working the knots with slow firm strokes. The muscle felt like warm steel. So dense and powerful it made my own slim arms look tiny in comparison.
“Fuck these feel even bigger than they did earlier,” I said my voice low as I kneaded up and down the full length of the quad. The way the muscle jumps under my hands is insane.
Trent leaned back and let out a low groan.
“Damn your hands feel really good on these things," he said.
“Keep going just like that.”
I switched to the left quad and gave it the same treatment. My fingers dug in harder this time spreading the thick slabs apart and then pressing them back together. Sweat made everything glide under my touch but I did not mind. I loved the way the muscle twitched and flexed every time I found a tight spot. I worked higher and higher until my thumbs were brushing the very top of his inner thighs where the skin was softest and warmest.
“You want to take these off, maybe?” I asked, looking up at him.
“They are soaked with sweat. Let your thighs breathe a little.”
Trent shrugged like it was nothing. “Yeah sure," he said.
“These things need air after a long ride anyway.”
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the cycling shorts and peeled them down in one smooth motion. The fabric dragged over the massive quads and finally cleared his ankles. He kicked the shorts aside and sat back completely naked from the waist down. His heavy hairless balls rested low and full against the couch cushion. His cock lay thick and semi hard across one thigh already starting to twitch the second the air hit it. The head was fat and smooth resting right against the inner sweep of his quad. A single thick vein ran along the top of the shaft and it pulsed once as I stared.
“Holy shit,” I breathed my eyes moving slowly over every inch of him.
“Those quads are fucking unreal up close like this. Look at the veins popping out everywhere. The way the muscle splits right here.” I pressed my thumbs into the deep groove down the center of his right quad and watched it bulge even bigger under the pressure.
“And your balls just hanging there heavy as hell. That’s quite thick.”
Trent laughed low and easy. “Yeah? You think so?”
I nodded and kept my hands moving. I worked both quads at the same time now kneading deep into the meat letting my fingers roam higher with every stroke. My thumbs brushed along the side of his cock by ‘accident’ the first time. The thick shaft jumped hard against his thigh and started to fill out fast. It thickened and lifted until it stood straight up pointing toward his abs. The head flared wide and shiny. A clear bead of pre cum already sat at the tip.
“Dudes get hard sometimes,” Trent said with a casual shrug. “No big deal.”
I looked up at him with a little mischief in my eyes.
“That is one of the prettiest cocks I have seen,” I said my voice quieter now.
Trent smiled that confident grin. “Yeah? You wanna taste it?”
I nodded before the words even finished leaving his mouth.
He flexed both massive quads right against my face. The muscle swelled huge and warm pressing into my cheeks and ears. The scent of sweat and skin hit me hard. Clean effort and pure man. He lifted both thick legs and draped them over my shoulders locking me in place between the powerful thighs. The weight of them settled on me like heavy warm boulders. I could feel the muscle flexing and twitching against the sides of my head.
I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth. The taste was salty and warm and perfect. I slid down the thick shaft taking as much of him as I could. My lips stretched wide around the girth. Trent groaned deep in his chest and flexed his quads tighter around my head. The pressure made my ears ring a little but I loved it. I grabbed both of his thighs with my hands holding on tight while I bobbed up and down. My fingers dug into the dense muscle as I sucked him deeper.
“Shit that feels good bro,” he breathed. “Keep going just like that.”
I worked him slow and steady at first, swirling my tongue around the head every time I pulled back. Then I took him deeper until my nose pressed against the smooth skin right above his cock. The quads around my head flexed harder every time I swallowed around him. The muscle squeezed my skull like a warm vice. I could feel the power in them. The way they could crush me if he wanted. But he just held me there and let me worship him.
I grabbed the backs of his thighs and pulled myself down harder taking every inch. My throat opened up and I felt the head push past the tight ring. Trent moaned louder.
“Fuck yeah bro. You are sucking it so good”
He started to move his hips then. Slow steady thrusts that matched the rhythm of my mouth. The quads around my head flexed in time with every push. The pressure built and eased and built again. Sweat dripped down the inside of his thighs and mixed with my spit running down his shaft. I could feel his balls drawing up tight against my chin. I held on to those massive legs like they were the only thing keeping me steady. My own cock was aching hard in my shorts but I did not even touch it. All I cared about was the weight of his heavy legs on my shoulders and the thick cock sliding over my tongue.
Trent’s moans were getting rougher now. His breathing came faster. The quads around my head started to tense harder. The muscle turned to stone against my cheeks and ears. The pressure increased until I could barely hear anything except the sound of my own heartbeat and the wet sounds of my mouth working him.
I pulled off just enough to keep the head of his cock right at my lips. My mouth stayed open and ready. Trent wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft and started jerking himself off fast and aggressively. His other hand stayed on the back of my head holding me in place as if he was preparing me for his load. His mouth was open. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth. His eyes were half closed and locked on my face.
“Fuck bro… I’m gonna cum,” he growled.
Thick ropes of cum shot out hard. The first one hit my cheek and ran down toward my mouth. The next landed right across my lips. More and more pumped out splashing across my face and some of it dripped down onto his own massive quads. The warm load painted the shiny muscle in thick white streaks. I kept my mouth open the whole time catching what I could on my tongue.
When he finally stopped shooting, I leaned in and started licking every drop off his quads. My tongue dragged slowly and deliberately over the warm sweaty muscle tasting the mix of his cum and the salt of his skin. I cleaned the deep grooves between the heads of his quad and then moved lower to lap at the heavy balls that still hung loose and spent. Trent watched the whole time breathing hard. His hand stayed loose on the back of my head.
“You are wild man,” he said with a low laugh.
“But damn that felt good after a tiring day.”
I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. His quads were still flexed and shiny now with a mix of sweat and cum. His cock had softened but it still looked thick and heavy resting against one thigh. The muscle twitched once when I wiped the last bit of cum from my chin and licked it off my finger.
Trent finally relaxed. The heavy weight of his legs slid off my shoulders. He stood up slowly and stretched those quads one last time right in front of me. The muscle flexed and released in the evening light coming through the window. He reached down and picked up the soaked cycling shorts from the floor. He pulled them back on without any rush. The fabric stretched tight again over the still damp muscle.
“Thanks for that,” he said with an easy grin. “I am really enjoying these little pit stops at your place.”
He gave me a fist bump and headed for the door. I followed him to the window and watched from behind the curtain as he swung one thick leg over the frame of his bike. Those massive quads flexed hard as he pushed off and started pedaling down the street. The last of the evening light caught the shine on his skin. I stood there for a long time after he disappeared around the corner. My face still felt warm and sticky where his cum had landed. My cock was still hard and leaking in my shorts.
I knew the next time he showed up things were going to go even further. The thought sat heavy and hot in my gut. I already could not wait for the next delivery. Or the one after that. Or the one after that.
I walked back to the couch and sat down where he had been. The cushion was still warm from his body. The faint scent of him lingered in the air. I closed my eyes and replayed every second. The weight of those quads locked around my head. The taste of his pretty cock. The way he moaned and flexed while he came all over my face and those massive thighs.
My hand drifted down to my own cock without thinking. I stroked myself slowly while the memory played on loop. It did not take long. I came hard thinking about the way his quads had squeezed my face and the way his load had painted the muscle I had just been worshipping.
Trent would be back soon enough. And I couldn’t wait to get crushed by those massive quads again.
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