The Delivery Man

When I was in college, I loved to do research. I was the nerdy guy in the lab that everyone avoided. I worked with lab partners when I had to, and when I wasn’t in the lab, I was either in the library, sitting alone in the cafeteria, or back in my dorm room. When I got out of school, I was offered a high paying job in the R&D department of an established company. Little did I know that I’d spend the next five years reviewing the work of people who were doing research.

Every day, I sat at my desk on the second floor with a view of the huge lobby. The wall separating me from that expanse was entirely clear, a glass wall, so to speak. It gave me a great view of all the comings and goings. I was usually done reviewing the reports I was given by two, and that was with my one-hour lunch. So it was with my view of the lobby that I first saw him.  

He only came on Monday, and it was always between three and four. He always wore grey pants, a grey shirt, a black belt, and shoes. He did vary his socks. While they were usually black, sometimes he wore colorful ones. I could make out the words ‘Express Delivery’ over his heart, but if he had his name on the shirt, I couldn’t see it from my observation point.

What I could see was that he was fit and trim, not overly muscular, with a handsome face. His hair was always neat. Sometimes he wore a baseball cap with ‘Express Delivery’ on the front.

I began looking forward to Mondays. Most people don’t, I know, but I knew I’d get to see him and refresh my memory of how attractive he was. About two months after I first saw him, I noticed that he was becoming part of my fantasies. Often, I dreamt that I was sitting alone in a restaurant, and he would sit down claiming to recognize me from somewhere. We would talk and he would either take me to his home or come back with me to mine. Once, I fantasized that when we got to the car, he told me that I was driving him crazy, so I let him have me in the front seat.

But that was all make-believe. They were just dreams that filled my loneliness. I wasn’t good at meeting people. I tried on-line dating, but the guys I met were stranger than I was, and too many of them wanted sex on the first date. There seemed to be an attitude that good sex warranted a second date. I guess I wanted to develop feelings first. If all I was after was getting my rocks off, I was good at that all by myself. Believe me, I had plenty of practice.

I’d been watching him walk in, drop a small package at the front desk, and walk out for about six months when I decided that I would hang out in the lobby on the next Monday and talk to him. Well, the next Monday came. I watched him walk in from one of the couches in the lobby. And I watched him walk right back out. He smiled at me and nodded his head as he left. I’m sure he does that to hundreds of people each day. I was frozen in my place. I think I smiled back, but I’m not sure.

The next week, I took every opportunity to beat myself up. I convinced myself that I’d thrown away the rest of my life. A life devoid of any significant human interaction described my future. I even spent one evening sobbing, not just a tear-filled moment of despair. I considered seeing a therapist, but I realized my loneliness was of my own making. I needed to man-up and use my testicles for more than just a feel-good toy. I knew I needed to stand up and talk to him. Who knows where it would lead, but I had to find out.

The next Monday, I was seated on the same couch. I was determined, but four o’clock came and went, and he had not arrived. He’d always made his delivery by four. I began to worry. Was he OK? Had something happened to him? I said a prayer that he had not been hurt in an accident. I had just ended my prayer when he came through the door. He hurried over to the front desk, and I heard him say something about the traffic.

I stood up.

He turned and walked straight toward me; as he got closer to me, he smiled and nodded his head again. I wanted to say something to get him to stop, but he was coming directly to me. Then he stopped and smiled. “Weren’t you sitting there last week?”

My heart rate jumped. He had noticed me and remembered.

“Yeah,” I said. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Really?” He lifted his left hand to run his fingers through his hair, and I saw the ring.

“Oh. You’re married.” I took a step back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

“Wait.” He touched my arm with his right hand. “I’m not married. I was going to be. It’s complicated.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, so that’s what I told him.

“Do you want to grab a drink and talk?” he asked me.

My instinct was to say no and go back to my desk, but I wanted more from my life. “Yes, I’d like that.”

“Coffee, coke, or the hard stuff?” He smiled when he said it, and that put me at ease.”

“I don’t drink the hard stuff, so I guess a coke will be good.” I smiled back.

We walked outside into the brightness of a sunny day. “My name’s Adam Brown.”

“Benjamin Edwards. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” We shook hands. He had a strong grip. His hand was clean and manicured, but the skin was that of someone who worked with his hands. “How about a cheeseburger to go with it? I love the burgers at Burger Heaven.”

“I’ve heard they’re good,” I told him.

He put his hand on my shoulder and gently turned me to the north. “You’ve never eaten there? Then we have to go. But I’ll warn you, they’re addictive. Let’s go.” He tilted his head in the same direction he had turned me.

He seemed so friendly and easy-going. I wondered what might be so complicated. I decided to be completely upfront about seeing him do his weekly deliveries. I didn’t want to make things any more complicated. “I want to tell you something,” I said as we walked.

“I could see you walk into the lobby from my desk on the second floor, and at some point, I decided that I had to meet you. Do you think that’s strange?”

“No,” he replied without hesitation. “I’ve been delivering a small box to your business for about nine months now. When I saw you on the bench last week, I recognized you as one of the guys who sit behind the glass on that second floor. I was hoping you’d say something to me. I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to approach you. I’ve been told not to engage anyone in conversation when I drop off a package.”

“You wanted me to talk to you, and I wanted you to talk to me.”

“That," said Benjamin, “sounds like a great start to a beautiful friendship.” He laughed, and I felt at ease. “So I spend my day picking up packages and either delivering them or dropping them off at the main office for delivery elsewhere. What do you do?”

“I read the reports that people write about the research they’re doing. I summarize what they’ve done during the month; rarely, I make suggestions because I can see what all the researchers are doing on similar projects. It’s rather dull,” I added.

“But it sounds important. You probably help a lot more with the coordination of projects than you realize.”

“Maybe; I know that without my reports, the higher-ups wouldn’t understand what’s going on. I’m good at simplifying the science that goes on in the R&D department.”

“I’ve always considered myself a little cog in the grand machine. The machine might not stop working without me, but things wouldn’t work as effectively or efficiently without me.”

I nodded; he had a positive attitude about his job and mine as well. He pointed across the street to the restaurant, and I saw the ring again. My mind filled again with doubts. Maybe we were just meant to be friends; although, I did want more. Just this short talk with him made me want more. Standing next to me was an attractive man about my age with a great personality and a smile that turned me on. Can a guy be friends with a guy who makes his dick hard? Was I about to find out?

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We sat in the far back of the restaurant. It was still early, so we had no one sitting near us. We had our drinks; I had a root beer, and he had a regular beer. I caught myself staring at him, expecting him to dash my hopes of some type of relationship with him. But the more I looked at him, the more I wanted him, both emotionally as well as physically.

“I guess you’re waiting for me to explain this.” He held up his left hand.

“That’s the one.” I tried to smile. “I’m basically a shy introvert, so it took me a lot to talk to you, and…” My voice trailed off, and I looked down at the table. I wanted to run out of the restaurant.

“Hey.” Benjamin reached out and touched my hand. “I appreciate your bearing with me.” He took a deep breath and removed the ring. He put it on the table. “Perhaps it’s time for that thing to come off. When I was in high school, I had a crush on my best friend. We’d been friends since grade school, and he turned out to be a big deal for the baseball team. I never told him, and we drifted apart. The usual story.

“I ran into him at a party back in my hometown. He confessed to me that he had feelings for me in high school, and I confessed to him that I did, too. We started dating. He asked me to marry him, and I said yes. I picked out a ring to wear, this one. He was indecisive about a ring. He wasn’t sure he wanted to wear one; when we looked at them, he couldn’t find one he liked.

“About a month after we became engaged, he was killed in a car accident along with a guy the police said was giving him a blowjob. It turned out he was having affairs with at least four guys. One of them was married. I was crushed.

“At his funeral, one of his friends hit on me. A few weeks later, another guy hit on me. I’d gone my entire life with no one asking me out. Suddenly, I was being asked out right and left. I just wanted to be left alone, so I put the ring on. I pretended I was married. If someone assumed, I let him assume. If anyone was persistent, I hid behind the ring.”

“And now?”

Benjamin sat up. “Last week, when I saw you sitting on the couch, I knew I wanted to talk to you. It’s not that I got tired of being alone. I still wasn’t ready for that, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I realized I needed to talk to you.” He looked at me and smiled. “So far, I’ve enjoyed talking to you.”

I smiled back.

Benjamin leaned in. “You’ve got really cute dimples when you smile.”

I felt my face flush.

“That’s even cuter.”

The waiter walked up with our burgers. I think he could sense something private going on. He put our burgers on the table and walked away without a word. “I want to go on a date.”

“Adam,” his voice had become very serious. “We are on a date.”

“I guess we are,” I replied. I took a bite of my burger; it was one of the best I’d ever had, or maybe it was the company. It didn’t matter. I spent the rest of my meal watching the attractive man across the table. I engaged in small talk, and I enjoyed it. When I look back at it, I have a physical feeling of happiness within me.

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After we ate, we walked slowly back to my place of work. We knew we both worked the next day, so continuing the date into the evening was not the best choice. It was obvious to me that Benjamin was a responsible man; he had mentioned that he goes to bed promptly at ten on nights before work. “Five o’clock comes early,” I believe were his exact words.

About half-way back, he grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me back around. “If you look just that way,” he pointed down the street and a little to the right, “you can see the river, just a sliver of it anyway.” His face brushed against mine, and I felt the scratch of his stubble. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but I felt myself harden.

“I see it. What’s your fascination with the river?” I turned to look at him, and my lips brushed against his cheek. My heart started to beat faster.

“I have a little boat, and I like to go up the river. I anchor near the shore under some trees and eat lunch. When the weather is just right, it’s a really enjoyable time. Someday, I want to get a bigger boat, so I can lie and nap under the trees. I love the rhythm of the boat’s rocking.” As he said this, his grip on me tightened. He was holding me as he told me his dreams. He turned and faced me. I moved just a little closer and touched my lips to his.

“It sounds wonderful. I’ve never been on a boat. Will you take me?”

The screeching of car tires startled me. “Get a room, fags!” was shouted from a car on the street. Both of us turned to look.

“Go fuck yourselves, assholes!” A well-dressed lady, probably in her late forties, was shouting at the car. She was also giving them her middle finger. She stood about ten feet from us. The car pulled away, and she shouted after them. “Piece of shit!”

She turned back to face us. “You two love-birds keep right on loving each other. God will take care of the haters.”

I stood in stunned silence.

Benjamin thanked her, and she walked on. He turned to me. “Are you OK?” He rubbed my shoulder.

That was the moment I fell in love.

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The next Saturday, Benjamin picked me up at my apartment at seven in the morning. We had talked on the phone every day since Monday. On Thursday, we talked until bedtime, and he had called me on Friday morning. We talked briefly on Friday afternoon. He said the weather would be perfect for boating on Saturday, so he needed to get things ready. I agreed to be waiting for him on Saturday morning. His phone call caught me in the shower on Saturday morning. But after a brief talk, he said he needed to be going. He said ‘Love you’ just before he hung up.

I was dressed and ready when the doorbell rang at 6:59. I opened the door and was greeted with a big smile.

“Did you already have that flannel shirt?”

I confessed without an interrogation. “I bought it for today and all future outdoor adventures we’re going to have.” I thought I saw his eyes get misty.

He stepped into the doorway and pushed me against the opened door. “I don’t think I deserve you, but I’m not giving you back.” Then he kissed me, softly at first and then with more passion. I opened my mouth and met his tongue with mine. We kissed with determination. I ran my fingers through his hair and my body tingled with excitement. “I want so much for you to enjoy today; I want it to be the best day you’ve ever had.”

“It already is.” I was sincere in that.

Benjamin stepped back slightly. “Adam,” he whispered.

I looked at him; tears formed in his eyes. He looked back at me, and one of the tears spilled down his cheek. I touched his face with my fingers. He continued to look at me without saying anything. I noticed that his lower lip began to tremble. I put my arm around him, pulling him back to me, and I brushed his temple with my lips.

“Not very manly of me, is it?”

“On the contrary. It’s extremely manly. Real men expose their feelings.”

“I’m falling in love with you, Adam. I always thought love took longer.”

I kissed him on the mouth. “I knew last Monday. You’re the one who’s dragging his feet. I want to spend the day with you, starting with the river.”

“OK. Let’s go.”

I grabbed my keys and locked the door. As I approached the parking lot, I saw a white 4 by 4 pick-up with a Jon boat behind it. “Wow, that’s bigger than I thought it would be.”

“That’s what all the guys say,” Benjamin laughed. “It’s a sixteen footer.”

I tried to play along. “Most men think their boats are bigger than they are. Do you have documentation?”

“Not on me. I guess you’ll need to use a measuring tape. OK. Sorry. This is getting silly. Next subject.”

We got into the truck and started toward the boat ramps just east of town. Country classic music from the 1960s and 1970s played. I knew some of the songs, but I wasn’t familiar with many of them. Benjamin sang along under his breath. I wondered whether he could actually sing in tune. I made a mental note to search for country karaoke night. I had a feeling that I would have a good night listening to him sing, and perhaps an even better night if he sang slightly off-key.

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Getting the boat into the water proved to be very easy. It turns out that I’m excellent at backing up with a trailer. It’s math. Benjamin released the boat from the trailer; I parked the truck, and we were soon on the way. The ride to his favorite river spot was smooth. I didn’t like riding backward, even though taking pictures of him as he steered the boat was fun.

Once we anchored and ate the sandwiches he’d made for lunch (honestly, it was breakfast, because we got there a little after ten), I realized why he wanted a boat that offered a place to lean back and watch the sky. The bottom of the Jon boat had ridges for strength; it was not a place to lay back on. I tried to get the cushions arranged just right, but there wasn’t enough room for both of us.

The best position was next to one another with his arms around my waist and my lips against his. As it got closer to noon, we headed back. I kept wondering whether a bigger boat would have allowed us to stay out all day, and maybe stay overnight. I made another mental note.

I wanted to sit next to Benjamin on the way back, but the balance of the boat made me nervous. He thought it would be ok, but I didn’t like how the back sat lower in the water and the front rode above the water, so I sat toward the front. Loading the boat back on the trailer seemed pretty straight-forward. Benjamin told me it was a lot easier with two people. We parked the boat in a garage at his apartment and discussed what we would do next. I needed a shower, but I didn’t want to ruin the adventure by whining about feeling dirty. I wanted to change my shirt. Tomato and pickle juice has dripped from my sandwich, and I knew I smelled like a dill pickle.

“Here’s our problem,” said Benjamin. “After our little river cruise, you stink. I’m not sure how, but I swear you must have taken a bath in pickle juice. You need a fresh set of clothes, too. I don’t want to be seen in public with that big ketchup stain you have on your shirt.”

I looked down, and indeed, it looked like a packet of ketchup had exploded all over my front. “I guess you can’t take me anywhere. I need more practice to come out smelling as sweet as you.”

“That’s my cologne. I feel a little grimy. Maybe I should run up and have a quick shower and change. Then we can head over to your place and you can do the same.”

“While you’re at it, why don’t you grab some extra clothes in case it gets late and you decide to crash at my place.” I wanted him to agree. I wanted him to spend the night. I just let him know that I was good with it; now I wanted him to decide if he was OK with it.

“Or, I could run up and grab some clothes; we can clean up at your place. We can go out or order some pizza for delivery. We don’t have to go back out; we could spend the rest of the day snuggling on the sofa. Do you have a preference?”

“As long as I’m spending the day with you, I’m good. I will admit that spending the afternoon cuddling is a little fantasy of mine.”

“I’m going to run upstairs and grab some clothes. I want to make all your fantasies turn into realities.” He chuckled. “That sounds hokey, doesn’t it?”

“No. It sounds perfect.”

Benjamin opened the door. “I’ll be right back.”

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On the way back to my place, Benjamin suggested we stop at Papa Murphy’s to get some pizzas that we could bake when we were ready. He had the number already on his phone, so the pizzas were ready to pick-up when we got there. In no time, we were carrying pizzas into my apartment. After getting them in the refrigerator, I was told that I needed to get out of my clothes.

“Should I do a little strip-tease for you?” I asked.

“No. Just get out of those stinking clothes. That pickle smell is killing me.”

My washer was in the bathroom, so I headed that way. After dumping them in and starting the washer, I called Benjamin into the bathroom. “I need some help.”

He came in right away with a concerned look on his face. “What’s the matter?”  

“It’s not serious,” I told him, “but I think I got pickle juice here on my back when I took my shirt off. I can’t reach there. Why don’t you get in the shower with me and help me make sure it’s really clean.” I pulled my pants and underwear off and threw them in the hamper. “Please?”

Benjamin turned the water on and stripped without saying a word. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. If I made a checklist of the physical attributes for the perfect body, Benjamin would have checked off all of them.

I stepped into the stream of hot water, and he stepped in behind me. He spotted the body wash and began to wash the back of my neck and back. Once he reached my butt cheeks and finished lathering them, I moved back against him. His semi-hard dick pushed against my left cheek and then slipped between the cheeks. He began to soap up my chest, and I leaned my head back onto his shoulder. He finished my chest and moved to my abs. He softly commented on how firm my pecs were and how tight my abdomen muscles.  

He lathered more body wash in his hands and cupped my ball sack while softly spreading the lather over my now hard cock. He moaned as though he were experiencing more pleasure from his cleaning my genitals than I was. I turned and kissed him. Our dicks were like two swords in a mock battle. I took the body wash and began to rub my hands into his armpits. I made sure I covered every inch of him with lather. I spent extra time massaging the luxurious foam into his shoulders and back. Before our final rinse, he cleaned between my ass cheeks and his. Every movement of his hands again the entrance to my hole sent shivers throughout my entire body.

We stood together, lips pressed together, tongues dancing in erotic ecstasy, hands pulling our groins together, our hardness tucked between the legs of our partner, as the water continued to pour over us and rinse away any grime. We were left squeaky clean and certain that we were meant for each other.

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I had two extra fluffy towels that I bought for a special occasion, but I had never used them. I ran them through the drier once a week to keep them fluffy. Now I pulled them from their special place. I unrolled one and began to dry Benjamin’s beautiful body. As I dabbed him dry, I shivered as my still wet body was chilled. He immediately unrolled the other towel and covered my back. Pulling me close to him, he whispered that he loved me.

I rubbed the towel over his head and then down to dry off each of his legs. His cock, still rigid, enticed me as I drew the towel up and down his legs. I pulled the towel over his left foot, then I leaned my head up and took his cock into my mouth. The sound he made told me that he had not expected it, but that he enjoyed it. I moved my lips up and down the shaft and used my tongue to apply pressure. I had always thought of sucking a penis as a way to give your partner pleasure, but I found that I liked the sensation of the rigid dick moving in and out of my mouth.

His hands moved from my shoulders to my head. He seemed to fight the urge to grab my head and push his dick into my mouth as far as it would go. A moan between clenched teeth excited me. Then I heard him mutter, “Oh, oh, I’m close, I… I…” and a blast of salty, white liquid filled my mouth. I swallowed, and I was able to take most of it when a second blast refilled the space. The third blast happened before I finished with the second, but I held it all in my mouth and savored the taste. I swallowed it all.  

“I wasn’t expecting that.” Benjamin was breathing rapidly. He pulled me to my feet. “That was incredible.”

I smiled.

He smiled back and pulled me to him again.

But I wasn’t done. “I love you Benj. I want you… no, I need you inside me. I can’t explain this need, this desire, this drive.” I pulled him into my bedroom and pulled back the sheets of my bed. I retrieved the bottle of lube I’d purchased this week because I knew even then that I wanted this.

He kissed me again, and I felt his penis pushing against me as it stiffened from its semi-hard state. I sat back on the bed and moved to the center of the mattress. Benjamin kissed and played with my nipples before rubbing my hole with lube. I could not believe how great it felt every time he touched me. I gasped when he slipped a finger inside me. My dick became so hard I thought it might burst. With his cock lubed, he pressed the head against my hole. I looked up into his eyes, and he leaned forward and kissed me as he pushed into me.

I felt myself resist and I took a deep breath. The tip of his dick slipped inside. The pressure was intense, but I wanted more. I reached to grab his ass and pull him deeper.

“Shh, baby. Let it happen. Don’t force it.” His face was calm; his gentle tone relaxed me, and he slid a little deeper inside. “I’m yours, Adam. I belong to you.”

I felt my eyes get wet, and I felt his hardness as it reached its full depth. I wrapped my legs around his waist. The action was instinctive. I pulled his head toward mine. I wanted our lips to touch, and as they did, I felt him begin to thrust in and out, just barely at first and then with larger amplitudes of movement. I tilted my pelvis forward to meet him, and the synchronization brought about the highest level of pleasure I’d ever known.

As my excitement grew, I could tell that he began to breathe more rapidly. He sucked in air as he shoved himself deep within me. I felt a tightening in my cock and almost without warning, I shot forth huge amounts of cum. Ejaculate went over my head, into my hair, onto my chest. It dripped from Benjamin’s chin, but he didn’t seem to notice.

I felt a hard thrust from him with a delayed pull back, and the pressure inside me increased. He released his load inside me with hard thrusts, and then he relaxed. The weight of his body on mine, the sensation of his dick still inside me, and the thumping of his heart were a perfect way to pause our lovemaking.

“I didn’t know it could be like that, Adam.”

I reached up and brushed his damp bangs from his forehead. “I want to cuddle with you, but you’re all covered in sticky sauce.”

“Sticky sauce?”

“Yeah. I think we need to jump back in the shower.”

“OK.”

“Benj? I want you to stay.”

“That’s why I brought some extra clothes, Adam.”

“No. Not just tonight. I want you to stay forever.”

Epilog

Benjamin did stay, but since Benjamin’s apartment was closer to work and had a garage for his boat, I moved in with him. The next spring, we got married, and for our honeymoon, we cruised down the river. I’d gone to a boat show with Benjamin and made a note of the boat he was most in love with. It was clearly out of his budget. Benjamin didn’t know that I had an extremely well paying job, and I had saved a lot of it. He was ready to get a boat in the fall, and he took me with him. He cried when I bought him the boat he wanted.  I started crying, too.  (I'm sure that the salesman thought we had lost it.)  I wanted the boat because he wanted it and because it had a place to go to the bathroom and shower. The bed was nice, too.

I think back on that day I saw him deliver that package.  As far away as he was, I was drawn to him.  There was something special about him, even from across the room.  I believe in soul-mates; Benjamin is mine.