The Freeballer

Since I have a taste for the naughtier things in life, I rent a box from a mail-drop office near my apartment. I share my place with a straight guy, and he'd wonder what was up if he saw all the packages I get from adult video companies, sex toy stores and the like. The place I receive my mail is just a small operation, but I love to give them my business since they have the cutest store clerk who works there in the afternoons.

The guy is probably in his early twenties (maybe five years younger than I am) and sexy as hell. He's tan year round, has a great body – which you can see since he rarely wears anything more than tight tees and tank tops – but what I love most about him is the fact that he freeballs. In case you've never heard the term, freeballing means a guy isn't wearing any underwear. How do I know this guy freeballs? Let's just say he tends to wear loose cotton or nylon running pants and is often, well, aroused.

I was running late the day I went in there, and I knew the store would be closing in less than five minutes. When I opened my box, I knew I'd hit pay dirt. A telltale blue slip was in my box, indicating the place had an oversized package set aside for me. It was sex toys or videos, the prospect of either making my cock throb a little harder. Of course, the kid behind the counter had me beat; his cock was jutting out like a tent pole in a pair of skimpy gray cotton shorts. He was wrapped up in packing a large box, taking a phone order while he did so. Since he wasn't paying any attention, I stood and gawked at his crotch. I was going to be late for the gym, but the view was too nice to complain. I was trying to imagine what his cock looked like when he hung up the phone and spoke.

“You have oversized mail?” I tried not to melt as his warm brown eyes took a cursory look at my body. I'll admit I changed into something more revealing before I took the trip down here. Like the clerk, I was wearing a loose fitting tank top and a pair of running shorts. I have a large dick, so I knew better than to tempt fate; my cock was snugly packed in a jockstrap. I couldn't help but brush my crotch subliminally, hoping the guy would take notice.

He said, “I'm closing up and have to finish packing this box. Can you wait? Otherwise you'll have to come back tomorrow.”

Hell, I could wait. I agreed, and took a seat across from the counter, brazenly opening my legs so the guy could see the mesh pouch of my jockstrap... if he looked. He was preoccupied with the package, so I got up and wandered around the store. The phone rang again and a FAX machine whirred to life.

I browsed through a brochure on bubble wrap while the kid hauled the big box out to a rear loading dock. The lights went out and I heard the front door lock automatically. Fuck!

I hope he hadn't forgotten me.

“I'm getting your stuff now,” the guy said, unlocking the door to the mail area. “I think you have two packages.” I walked over to the door and waited for my things. “Tempting Toys, huh?” The kid smiled and I had the good graces to redden. “I get their catalogs all the time. This is a pretty long box,” he noted. “I guess I'll have to just imagine what's inside.”

I didn't know what to say, so I averted my gaze, concentrating on his crotch, which was completely tented at this point. There was no one else around and we were locked inside, so I took the initiative. “You want to see what they sent me?” I took the box from him and sliced it open with my car keys. The guy whistled when I pulled out a box with a huge dildo pictured on it.

“Fuck, can you take that whole thing?” He was definitely curious, unconsciously patting his swollen shorts with the palm of his hand.

“Maybe you'd like to see me try sometime.” I winked, slipping the box back into the package.

“Yeah, especially if you have some great new stuff from Golden Gods Video.” He handed me the other box, which contained the videos he was talking about. “FYI, there's a TV and VCR in the back room.”

I couldn't believe my luck! I let the guy – and his hard-on – lead the way. The machine was one of those TV/VCR combos. I tore open the box from the video company and pulled out a tape.

“Texas Tricks,” the kid read, using a drawl.

He popped the cassette into the VCR and cued it up. “My name's Brian, by the way.”

“Nick,” I replied, sliding in behind him and kneading his tented shorts. “Do you always freeball?” “Always. You wouldn't believe the sex I get because of it.” He moaned as I slipped my hands into his pants. His pubic hair was thick, but cropped close to the root of his cock. I wrapped my fist around his rod and slowly began to jack him off.

“That feels nice,” he said. “Do you suck?” Do I? I slid to the floor and crawled between his legs.

I pulled his shorts down and let his cock slap me in the face as it shot out. I didn't waste any time teasing him; I wrapped my lips around Brian's glistening knob and took his cock to the base. He went weak in the knees, moaning as he tumbled to the floor. As I worked his dick with my mouth, he tipped his head back so he could watch the Texas studs cavort on the little TV.

“That feels so fucking fine, Nick,” he moaned as I bobbed up and down on his rod. As I sucked him, I cupped his fat balls in my hand, kneading them, coaxing the cum from them.

“Feel good?” I asked, licking the length of his cock from tip to balls. Brian trembled as I did, letting me pull his legs up so I could get at his hole. When the tip of my tongue pressed against his slot, he shuddered again, helpless as thick ribbons of spunk exploded from his cock. I rimmed him for a minute more, and then pulled myself up to slurp his cum off his belly.

“Do you want to fuck me?” he asked, his legs still airborne and his hole still twitching. I dropped my shorts and pulled my cock out of my jockstrap. I tend to carry condoms in my wallet, so I unwrapped one and rolled it down over my shaft. Brian's eyes grew wide as he stared at it.

“How big is that thing?” he asked.

I pressed the fat head to his hole and pushed myself in.

Looking right at him as I started to penetrate I said: “One.

Two.” I went deeper. “Three. Four.

Five.” Brian's body jolted, his ass squeezing my cock as I sank into him. “Six. Seven.” “Fuck! Isn't it in yet?” Brian's

breathing quickened and he tore off his shirt. I leaned forward and licked one of his nipples.

Then I pushed more of my cock inside him. “Eight.” “Stop!” he cried, his lower legs pulling my neck toward his body. I chewed on his other nipple and pushed the last inch of my cock into his ass.

“There we go. Nine.” I could feel my pubes grinding against his tight hole. The way his ass was contracting around my tool, I didn't even think I'd need to fuck him. He was going to milk me in no time.

But after a couple of minutes, he relaxed, his ass growing used to my nine inch dick inside him. I reared up, took his ankles in my hands and began to fuck him.

“Oh god, that feels so fucking good,” he moaned, rocking back and forth as I screwed his brains out on the floor.

The guys on the video were making a lot of racket too, and in the small back room, it sounded like a full-fledged orgy was underway.

I fucked him just how I like, pulling all the way out and slamming my thick cock back in to the balls. His hole devoured me hungrily, eager to get me off. I could tell just by the way he was breathing that he was ready to shoot load #2. I pushed his lower body off the floor and bent it so his cock was pointing at his face. He looked up just as he started to ejaculate, getting splattered in the face with his own cum.

The spasms in his ass were too much to take. I managed to pull my cock out and remove the rubber just as I exploded.

My load went everywhere: soaking his ass, his belly and chest, even pouring down onto his face. By the time we were both drained, Brian was soaked from head to toe in jism. What a sight!

I jumped up and pulled my shorts up, wiping some of the cum off my clothing and skin. I ejected my video from the VCR and put the tape back in the original package.

Brian looked up at me, his naked body glistening with cum.

“What about the dildo?”

“I'll let you ride it tomorrow. Same time, same place.” I gave him a smile and left the store with my packages. I couldn't wait to see my little freeballer again tomorrow.