The UPS man

During the 1997 strike of U.P.S. delivery service, I had the pleasure of living these words.

It's about three AM, Wednesday morning.

Once again, I find myself on Rene-Levesque, Boulevard, taking a walk.

After the nightclubs close their bars, I just have to take a stroll in the open air. The main reason being was to clear the smell of the stale smoke, out of my lungs and off my clothing. Getting my mind cleared of its beer fog, and some normal human function returned.

What a fucking downer!

The air out here is almost as polluted as the fucking air in the clubs.

There is little, to no traffic in this area, it should also be a little quieter, or at least I had hoped it would be.

I had crossed over to the south side of the boulevard, just to be out of the area travelled by the local hookers; male and female who ply their trade after the bars closed.

There was a bicycle path installed along the southern side of the boulevard,  it ensured that cars were thus kept at a safe distance.

The drunk straight college kids from out of town, tend to cruise along this area of the gay village, to harass the gays as they left the clubs.

According to a Sociology study done at University of Quebec in Montreal. It was also well known as the area where young straights first realize that they too were gay.

I was headed west, away from the Gay Village, nearing the Berri street metro area, just to get out of the busy cruising area. There was no metro at this time of night, but it was surely the best place to hail a cab.

I had just finished my rounds of the clubs, bars, and tavern of Montreal's gay village.

There had been nothing of interest, nor any one of interest, so why hang around.

I had, had my limit of beer for the night. My bladder was strained, but there was no safe place to take a piss.

Montreal’s police are still quite homophobic and, taking a "piss", on the side of the road would be a little foolish, they are always looking for a reason to carry out a crackdown in the gay village.

I was shaking my head, thinking to myself when, the screech of brakes, made me jump and yelp out. "Christ!, fucking idiots!" without seeing anyone.

Startled, I turned to my right quickly, just as a black metal wall, of the delivery truck stopped abruptly beside me, filling my field of vision, and forcing me to take a step back, to take it all in.

After the initial surprise, I realized that my thinking had slowed down as usual, after an evening of drinking in the bars.

Again I was shaking my head, but this time, it was in hopes of clearing the fogginess from my brain.

The cab of the truck had entered my field of vision, and I thought I was seeing someone I knew, behind the wheel. At least that's what my brain was telling me even if my eyes were a little out of focus, my vanity had pushed me to leave my glasses at home.

"Fuck!" My jeans were even sticking to my legs. The evening air was so damn hot and sticky, 97% humidity. "Christ!" Sweat was running down, the middle of my lower back and into the crack of my ass.

My sexual needs had been my principal reason for going out tonight.

I was now, as hot as the weather. I could almost smell my own pheromones, being sent out by my sweat glands.

I put my hand behind me and into the belt of my jeans, wiping the sweat that rolled down my back and also to tuck my T-shirt back into my jeans and use it to wipe away some of the sweat. It was such a simple gesture but oh so necessary in this heat.

Then there it was again, two street corners east, of where it had started, the same fucking sound and the same god damned delivery truck. "Jerks!"

God how I was glad the city had the brilliant idea to put its bicycle path along this artery in the centre of the city. It afforded some sense of security while walking this usually busy thoroughfare.

"Christ the weather was hot!" Now I'm talking to myself.

The delivery truck had stopped again but this time I was walking towards it!

They had also turned out their headlights; those yellow one is their parking lights, used when delivering.

"I don't have to be afraid." I mumbled to myself. With the bike path where it was, it gave me an advantage, with respect to the truck and its occupants.

"So no need to worry." I thought to myself looking at the windshield of the truck for some sort of sign.

I squinted as I looked again at the windshield; I saw nothing, no one."Now let's not get too paranoid here." I was telling myself out loud so as to make it more official.

If by any chance the truck doors were to open and if it were a bunch of nuts, like anti-gay, or homophobic psychopaths that were to pour out of its doors. "Hello funny farm calling! ME!" You can be sure, I would have been gone in a flash (my mother did not raise any fool nor a brave idiot)."

Let's be logical, I'm a good-sized person, 6' 2 and over 200 lb, and in a sprint I would not be left behind. I know that there are surly deliveries made at around this hour every morning, BUT! On the other hand, there is no building along this stretch of the boulevard, not even a house.

"What the fuck’s happening?" I shook my head trying to shake some of the alcohol out of my system.

"Don't look straight at them, I heard or read that somewhere." I didn't dare look at them at first, but I just felt compelled to take a glancing look at the truck.

"It's brown," I said aloud, not black, as I had at first thought.

A "UPS truck", "fuck, of course!" "OK now, breathe through your nose." I was saying out loud to myself.

Then I squinted my eyes and as a sudden and maybe hopeful thought crossed my dirty mind, "I'm being cruised (Too Much!), but come-on let's be realistic," "who would be cruising in a delivery truck". Then I thought of my white beard and my 60 years of age. That's a bummer.

I was smiling to myself, my lips formed a slanted smirk of a smile on the side, like Jean Chrétien "But that's absurd, I have to wake up, I laughed to myself.

I know there are still those who like older daddy bear types. To certain people I may even look younger under the street lights.

"Yeah and Santa Claus is only a 25-year-old stud." I giggled to myself.

As I got closer to the door of the truck's cab, I notice that all the windows had been tinted; even the windshield. More than tinted they were like mirrors, reflecting everything.

The face that I thought I had seen earlier was actually my own reflection, now there I was laughing, all alone on the street. I smiled to myself, saying "stupid!" but trying in earnest to look nonchalant as was possible.

Still after having passed the truck I realized again that it was actually following me, step by step, very slowly it was backing up to keep alongside me.

My paranoid side had been reactivated and it was even in overdrive. "People in the truck are perhaps aware that they are freaking me out and are enjoying a good laugh."

The heat of the evening is fucking with my imagination. "Christ this heat is killing me," I said herself.

The delivery truck sped off and as I turned to look it abruptly made a U-turn in the middle of the street then drove further up ahead of me. Another U-turn and it was again facing me and approaching slowly.

I had the urge to sprint across the street and run up a side street. No, I had decided I would continue to walk in the same direction. When I got to the hood of the truck, I noticed that the window on the passenger side began to open. There was no noise to be heard, only the slight suspicion of movement and a reflection of light off of a metal object or something. I took a deep breath, so as to give myself a little courage. "Fuck no!"A drive-by?" My heart was pounding in my chest.

Arriving level with the truck and my courage in both hands, I crossed the bike path with two bounding steps, I placed my two hands into the opening on the passenger's side window and took hold while my two feet hopped onto the running board.

"I don't see anyone!" "What the fuck! Who's driving this rig?" "Fuck it’s dark in there." I thought aloud, while squinting to better see through the darkness. The dim street lights and the alcohol were assuring that my eyes were adjusting as slowly as possible to the dark interior.

"There are two people in there, I can see their outline." No question of seeing their facial features, it was much too dark. The tinted windows gave them a bluish hue. "Nice ass!" Spoke a voice, in English. "What?" "What did you say? What do you mean?" Now that will surely impress them, I thought as I stepped back. "You have a nice bear ass." "Don't you speak English?" Not the place one hears English spoken with a southern American accent. "Sorry I was taken aback." Christ! Why was I saying I'm sorry? Sorry for what, being dense?

"You on the lookout for a good fuck to go, maybe you're into a master/Slave trip as we say?" "Cause in back here we got us just what you might need. We have some wild dudes tied up back here that need some good hard-ass play. "

The person who spoke to me, spoke quickly with a deep voice full of virility and sensuality, but at the same time a little harsh and yet sympathetic.

Without having seen their faces and also to overcome my fear, in as deep a voice as I could muster, I said or rather I shouted,

"Yeah, you bet, why not!"

I must have sounded like a complete idiot.

I was hoping that my effort to appear nonchalant had not backfired. I wondered whether I had really understood the words that had been said, "Do these guys really have someone tied up in the back of their delivery truck???? A UPS truck?

Had I heard right, they had asked me whether I wanted to have sex with them. To use them? "Sure why not, my mother didn't raise any idiot," I blurted out without hesitation. At the same moment in time, I was not sure that was either totally true or totally convincing, Ambivalence loomed again!

I did not feel that brave at this moment; my conscience was oscillating and a little vague.

I knew that what was happening to me was just weird. Things of the sort do not happen in Montreal. ¨This only happens in Russia, or Afghanistan, not in North America." Just the same it excited me in a lurid way.

"They's been naked for over four hours" "They's been hogtied like any good little piggy should be, waiting to be useful to someone like yourself" "Just you take yourself a good long look back here and see if this don't make your mouth water and your dick harden."

The guy in the passenger seat got up and disappeared around his seat, then reappeared as he opened the sliding door from the inside. He was dressed in a white tank top that showed off his ample physique and leather chaps with a leather bulge at the crotch. He was also bare-footed. I heard a click or snap of a button, that made me jump and the interior of the truck was washed with a powerful light.

"I cannot believe my eyes." My inner voice snapped.

On two large wooden "Xs" suspended from the roof were two of the most beautiful specimens of male bodies that I had ever seen in person. Only in books and film does one see these kinds of studs.

They were about 20/40 years of age.

On the cross, furthest from me was a fair-skinned chap approximately 6' tall. On the first cross `in front of the door was a beautiful tanned, brown body covered in hair, from toes to neck, covering all of his 5' 8'' body.

Both men have letters painted on their shaven heads. On the fair one, there is a huge "D" and on this one right in front of me, there's a "G".

They are drawn out face down, on the crosses, their feet, arms and thighs, attached to the X with large black leather restraints. Across their backs and shoulders, they are restrained with the same type of binding placed over the shoulder and attached to the strap across the chest. At the inverted V of the Xs their sex organs hang loose, I can see that they are equally both well endowed sexually. The guy with "D" on his skull has to be the biggest for the moment. It hangs down between his legs alongside his large balls which are as big as goose eggs.

A large black, soft, rubber band, of approximately 3 inches wide is firmly attached over their eyes.

The light-skinned body "D" is smooth and had been stripped of any and all his body hair except for the day-old facial hair. Then my attention was drawn to their assholes where huge "butt plugs" were inserted with bright metal rings attached to them, from which hung leather belts.

I was NOT going to look away from this scene that's for sure.

As I was looking at the plug-in "G's" as the other voice spoke. "They've both been well cleaned out and well tested." "Loki here, check it out." With a sound of suction the giant stopper in "G's" ass is yanked out. In one sudden pull. And it was left to hang from its "O-ring in the roof of the truck."G's" ass was wide open and gaping about 3 inches wide. "Ain't that the most inviting hole ya ever seen a boy?"

"This one here's been getting fisted for the last three days" "Hey, he wants to get fucked so bad, he ain't got any need even to jack off any more. He cums almost the minute his ass gets plugged with something hard." "Looky here, ye can even get four fingers to the knuckles into his box with no lube." With that said he shoved half his hand into" G's" man cunt. I was perspiring and it had nothing to do with the weather or the temperature outside.

My cock was straining against my jeans... . And my bladder was still full.

I was trying to concentrate on the other two guys, the faceless driver and his passenger (OK, I was not to ignore or even look away from "D and G" but can I trust these two?)

Both the faceless guys were Americans in town with their master according to their account. "Who was their so-called Master Mr Seli... sounded Egyptian or something of the sort? The driver was approximately 45 years old, a beautiful catch and fully outfitted in leather, even a leather baseball cap (sure, why not?) With my request to know its name, he removed his cap and shows me his shaved skull. A large dark blue letter "B" had been inscribed or tattooed. "B's what my master calls me, nothing else." "When the master needs service he hollers out you and your letter all best are set to answer, because he doesn't like to wait." The tank top guy, without saying a word, leans towards me and shows me that he too is marked with a letter. He has a "C" in dark blue ink on his skull. He's approximately 35/40 years of age, large, a good 6' 4, in a white tank top that lets little to the imagination. He threw me a smile showing all his teeth, as only the Americans can do, not a word.

According to their conversation, there were four other Americans in town doing as they were. As I understood there were an "E", "F", "H" and "J" downtown in another truck.

They had orders from their MASTER to have these two new "slaves/recruit", fucked by as many men as possible, before their master would undertake their transformation into real functional slaves. I was still outside and the door was open. "Best you come inside before someone else passes. I took the two steps up into the truck in a single stride. As the truck's door slid shut the bright light was replaced almost instantly by a red light.

"OK stud let's help you to get out of them there rags of yours." It's "B" talking to me but it’s "C" who's proactive, from behind me, he slid his hands under my T-shirt massaging my nipples. His hands are fresh, almost cold and its fingers are alive, and fast, tracing over my abdomen into my belly button and just under my belt... The slight pressures from his fingers tips make my bladder appear even fuller, my nipples hard and I'm craving more.

"B" has his hot mouth on my erection through my jeans, I notice that at the same time he is masturbating "G" from underneath bending it up for me to see, it's a beautiful 8" 1/2 with a nice curve. I also notice that "G" does not move a muscle.

"C" has my T-shirt removed and "B" has already peeled my jean down around my ankles leaving my boxers, then they too were slid down slowly. My eyes are fixed on "C" who is showing the huge butt plug in and out of "D's" bottom. I finally hear for the first time, the sounds of moaning on behalf of both captives.

"You can be the first to fist this fuck hole if you're so inclined."

His hand appeared to rises from under "D" within enormous dildo, he slips a condom over the head, "Looky here boy", without much ado or ceremony "C" shoved the instrument in, to the hilt into "D's" butt hole. The huge instrument slid in without any trouble and only a whimper from "D".

"Been used often enough for cocks and dildos but no fist as of yet and he's been begging for it all evening." "Ain't that so "D"?"

"Please SIR; yes please Sir FUCK ME, FUCK ME good."

Those were the first words from "D" and it sounded like he was hungry for tail.

"B" already had my balls in his hot mouth. He drew them down between my legs making my prick bounce around in mid-air. (POOF) and in a puff of air, I was naked, I was barely aware of my shoes, socks and boxers being removed.

I wasn't going to lose time and my hand had already begun to worm its way, under "D" to take hold of his beautiful 9" uncircumcised prick and with my other hand I was playing the enormous black dildo, in and out of his tight rosebud.

A popper was inserted into my nostril and without even thinking I was inhaling a long deep puff through my nose. The rush was immediate, I was soaring and every nerve of my body appeared to have been stimulated. I could feel someone's mouth, one on my 7" 1/2 hard shaft, and the other licking my ass hole as they spread my cheeks.

A cock ring was being attached around my prick pulling ball hairs. "Watch the fucking hair," I shouted.

The mouth on my prick slides off and is replaced by a condom then I slipped between the legs of "D" or rather I was placed between his legs. A condom slipped over my hard on almost unnoticed. I was their puppet, I was sure that "D's" bum hole was to be loose; surprise! It was warm and tight as a man cunt should be. I was inserted like a robot. Once in I was hoping to let my cock-head relish the warmth of his chute when I was pushed unceremoniously into his inner depths in a single blow. I was in heaven! I could feel my testicles slap at his large nuts with each push of my hips as the head between my cheeks became more insistent. I was sure he had full intention of munching on my prostate that was if he could just get to it.

Behind me I felt an enormous leather pouch rub up against my buttocks and my lower back. Two powerful arms encircled my chest so strongly they took my breath away. With both his hands, he was working on my pectorals and nipples.

If I were to relax now, I would be shooting a load of sperm into the hot man cunt.

Again a mouth was in place between my legs to receive and lick my large nuts after they slapped into "D's" balls. My prick slammed into and slid out of "D's" hot ass accompanied by a sound of licking and sucking from beneath me. I had my left hand in the middle of "D's" back and with the other I was rooting about in "G's" bottom. It was lightly lubricated, the perfect Ali Baba cave, and I was looking for treasure. In no time I had three fingers on his prostate and was attempting to draw it towards me.

The mouth in under me had licked me so much that my balls were wet to even being saturated with saliva. It was now migrating north up between my legs and relieving the pressure of the leather codpiece on my buttocks and there it began munch on my arse. The poppers had not stopped being placed in front of my nose and I automatically snorted filling my lungs and head, I was sure my head was going to explode.

Then I felt a well-lubricated cock and balls being rubbed all over my lower back, and the lubricant being mixed with the saliva that covered my balls and anus. They were surely attached to the hands on my nipples and he pulled me closer to his chest as the cock and balls slid up and down the slit of my ass.

With each blow as I pushed into "D's" but, my orbs would slam into his balls and as I pulled out again they would slap into the chin of the guy munching on my rosebud.

I passed my right hand behind me to grope the cock and ball slapping about on my buns. I could not get my hand around the fucker, it must be a good 10 inches and as round as a can of coke. I had my hands full and it wasn't even hard yet. I began to massage it with a slow to and fro motion. To my excitement it began to inflate and I was even more at a loss to estimate its real size. The person was wearing a pair of chaps! It was "C" he was the one who did all the talking so far, but now he was silent.

I heard noises in the darkness; a pair of trousers with a metal belt buckle as it falls on the floor of the truck and another sound, the rustling of leather. Another blow of poppers and the hand that held it to my nose stepped in front and straddled "D's" backside. He was naked and I mean naked, because he does not even have a single strand of hair anywhere, not the least. I could not tell what his real hair colour was. His head was covered with a leather hood, with an opening for the mouth. I could see his teeth, it was "C". He sat on "D's" back, straddling his hips. He leaned back holding onto the straps that held "D" and the X-frame in place. His nipples had been pierced and a gold chain in the form of a "Y" had been attached and ran down to equally gold cock ring around a beautiful large 10 inches of rosy-white man meat. In a flash I had leaned forward and with ease, I had the head of it in my mouth. I was having some difficulty getting as much as I would have liked to have got into my mouth. "I have false teeth," I mumbled. I hear a voice shout "take me out" and I did what I was told and "B's" hand appeared and took them. I again positioned myself on "C's" humongous tonsil tickler without losing the rhythm, of my, in and out strokes as I fucked "D's" hole. Another puff of the poppers. I had "C's" testicles in my right hand twisting them and pulling then towards me and his ten-inch monster cock halfway down my throat. There was a lot of deep breathing and a lot of "ye" but nobody spoke. The hooded rider took my head in both his hands and was pumping my head onto his cock, I had to let go of "C's" humongous tool and grab on to something to stabilize myself. "C" was using the same rhythm as I was as I pumped my cock into "D's" buttocks when I pulled out he shoved my head onto his shaft. Behind me "B's" fuck pole was hard and my orbs were slapping on its head with each swing as I slide out of "D's" ass and back towards him. With his right hand, he had his balls pulled taut up in the air and was rubbing them in the saliva, up and down the crack of my ass. Another popper, SNIF. SNIF.

Behind me "B" had embarked on another trip with his left hand full of lubricant, he was rubbing it all over my cock, my balls, my asshole and even into the hair of my pubes and along my shaft. His fingers were playing in and around "D's" ass alongside of my prick masturbating me as I fucked.

And in the time that it takes for me to describe the scene, "B" had his own cock in "D's" hole. "B" was sliding it inside alongside my cock. Now I was prevented from even moving my hips; I was his captive with the weight of his hips on my buttocks. He, on the other hand, his shaft piston in and out of "D's" hole, forcing my testicles up and out of his way but crushed by my own pubes...

"C's" hands on my head were becoming more insistent, forcing my throat to accept more of his monster fuck pole until I had it all into his pubic hair. Another sniff! I had tears with the eyes and the nose was running I had "C's" shaft down my throat.

I felt my prick, imprisoned "D's" bottom of and pleasantly rubbed the right way by "B's" poker. In one sudden stroke "B's" pipe was removed. Then I feel my hips drawn slowly back and my prick is withdrawn from the warmth of "D's" sluice, the condom was removed with a loud resounding snap and replaced by a hot mouth. "C" isn't ready to remove my mouth completely from his cock, he's just teasing my mouth sliding out to the head and plunging it again into my gullet.

My 7 and a half-inch pecker is no match for these big guns but "B" does not seem to be complaining.

"If you do not slowdown, boy, I'm going to blow my load" "C's" has found his voice and in a sudden pop my mouth was detached from his shaft which he took hold of, with his fore finger and thumb that he used to pinch his cock head. Almost in the same movement he was on his knees below me munching on "D's" rod.

"Boy! Looks like your mouth still need filling, try this." "B" is standing to the side of me with his hand around a monster, my jerking hand had lied to me "B" does not have a 10-inch poker, but rather a 12-inch monster, if not more. It may not be large in diameter but it's topped off with an enormous mushroom head and it's in the shape of a fireman helmet. It is the first time that I've seen one so huge in person. "How's about you trying to take this baby here before we tackle "D's" butt again" I did not need to be invited twice to try it, I was on my knees with my left hand on his hip and my right hand on that monster cock of his? He was using both hands to aim his sperm hose towards my mouth; my tongue was snaking around the corona and into his piss-hole. I was as hard as a metal pole and "C" was rolling my bouncing balls between his fingers, making sure that they remainder as agitated as possible.

"B's" cock was not as easy to take, just the head itself filled my mouth even without my dentures. I could not get the gland any further down my throat. I had the impression I had a whole apple in the mouth and "B" was pushing it into my face with each lunge of his hips. My head was being pushed back with each push of his hips. Several puffs of poppers later and he achieved the impossible; the threshold of width permitted by my throat was breeched. I had the naked pubes of "B" brushing on my nose, my eyes and my nose were running and I was grasping for breath. The consecutive thrusts of "B's" cock down my throat were much easier to take and the assistance of the poppers was greatly appreciated.

And when I was sure that I was on the edge of cumming, everything stopped and everyone changed position. "C's" shaft was alongside "B's" in front of my face. I disengaged myself from "B's" dick to taste the pleasure of "C's" pecker. "B" then moved in front of "D" placing a hand under his chin raising his head up to him and then saying "open – up boy" Holding one hand on the scruff of the neck and the other under the chin he deftly inserted his monster dong in one stroke deep into the willing throat. At the same time "C" was telling me also to "open up" forcing me to open my lips so he might insert his meat into my throat.

A few more snorts of the poppers, "Christ" my eyes are still watering and I have a sore jaw.

"C" was saying something to me, "lie down and try some of this cock." As I looked to the side, I saw he had "D's" 9 inch tool in his hand. With that I slipped under "D". He has as beautiful a cock as the others. The large wooden "X" had been reoriented to facilitate my task. Hidden hinges had been activated. "D's" head had remained at the same height so that "B" could still use his mouth, into which he was shoving in and out at very rapid speed; he was pulling completely out the plunging back into the hilt. His lower body, on the other hand, had been lowered and he looked as if he were balancing on his toes with his knees bent. As I sucked on the denuded dick, "C" had already begun to shove another dildo into his man cunt and this one was even bigger than the last one. "D's" cock didn't appear to be ready to go soft anytime soon and it was evident he was enjoying the attention. Another puff of poppers. "C" was wildly licking my balls and asshole, with my legs up on his shoulders. He was holding my hips and drawing my arse towards him. His action of pulling me was forcing "D's" love stick, which I held in both hands, to be folded almost in two towards "C".

Even if I did not hear him move, "B" had moved into place so as to take care of "D's" gaping ass, I became aware of his actions. With both hands he was pulling the dildo completely out of "D's" hole, to then plug it back in at once with a downwards turning movement. By increasing the angle he was forcing the dildo to grate on "D's" prostate, I felt it in my throat because with each shove of the dildo into his ass his cock would jump, forcing it deeper into my gullet.

During this time "C" had straddled my hips and I could feel him putting a condom on my stiff cock. He then stood up and sat astride my prick letting it slide deep inside his ass. As he bounced up and down on my shaft, he pulled my legs up and under his arms. Then with his index finger he was loosening up my sphincter playing with it opening it up. With his other hand, he was masturbated his humongous spike and beating his cadence on my hips. I was on the verge of shooting my load when they again changed places.

The" X" frame was pulled up to its previous position removing "D's" shaft from my mouth with a loud sucking sound. "Here's something to drink, your throat must be parched" and I was handed a bottle of what looked like a beer without a label and tasted like piss it was so warm.

While turning to put the bottle down, I happened to notice a UPS uniform, shorts and all, lying in the corner. I asked out loud, "Someone here works for UPS?" "Yea" "D" did Monday but we decided he could better deliver for the MASTER so he was confiscated and he resigned.

With that "B" inserted his monster fuck pole into "D's" bottom. "Here jack me off inside him." A vaginal condom was put on me on my right hand. I was on "B's" right side and he put an arm around my shoulders pulling me closer to him. My fingers were in "D's" bottom and they were encircling "B's" prick slipping and sliding along its length as he fucked "D's" hole. During this time he was lubricating my hand and forearm up to the elbow. "When I pull out you stay in."

With that "B" slowly pulled out, I was all alone in there and the warmth was amazing. "Now push slowly" and my hand was inched a little further into the warmth of "D's" arse. "B" again lifted his 12-inch fuck pole up and slid it in alongside my arm. His cock was surely made of metal because it was under a lot of pressure. In the flash of an eye, I was jerking "B" off with my hand; more exactly "B" was fucking my hand in "D's" bottom. After having repeated this manoeuvre 5 or 6 times I had my hand, wrist deep within "D's" butt hole.

"Make yourself a fist and fuck the bastard NICE and SLOW."

"If your mouth needs service, you can chomp on these" "C" had taken a seat on "D's" rump just in front of me. He had his shaft in his right hand and with the other hand he was offering me his big balls tightly clasped in his hand and drawn up towards me. "Here be nice to these fellows" I felt "B's" hand take hold of my free hand then place it on "D's" prick, "Case you need something to hold on to." A puff or two poppers and a small taste of those beautiful balls in front of my face and another shove of my hand into the UPS guy's ass. My prick was drawn back between my legs where "B" was satisfying both my cock and ass; he would munch on my ass, finger it and then suck on my shaft. I was mid way to having my forearm up into "D's" poop chute. "C," had decided to exchange his beautiful round balls for his huge 10-inch gullet gorger. Another sniff of poppers. My head was spinning and my eyes were a little blurry. I could feel "B" in back of me, he was lubricating up my balls with handfuls of lubricant. He was not neglecting my cock or my ass. He was rubbing his fuck pole everywhere all over my buttocks and up the slit... A second finger was inserted into my bottom. "C" had both hands on my head forcing me again to take his monster cock down my throat, I was holding on to "D" shaft for balance, another sniff of poppers made my eyes water and my head spin. "B" had the head of his monster prick up against my buttocks entrance and was pushing gently but resolutely against my puckered asshole. "No not that it's much too big," I said, releasing "C's" dong from the depths of my throat.

"Don't worry dude just testing, it's not time yet!"

He then returned to continue eating out my asshole. " Non! Non! Je vais venir Chris!" "Who the fuck was speaking in French?" It's "D" I had a hold of his cock which was jumping in my left hand; his butt was tightening in spasms around my arm. "C's" dick was also jumped, as he spewed his spunk into my mouth, my face my chin and even up my nose another popper was shoved in place, and another poppers "fucking strange odour that one." My head was whirling; I was shaking my head without being able to focus on what was happening. I felt I was being lifted, placed on my back on the floor. The door had been opened and the fresh air temporarily awakened my senses. More people were getting into the truck, I could barely see but the first was all clad in white, an Arab? The sperm on my face was being worked into my moustache.

I woke up on a park bench with a police man tapping my foot with his night stick, asking if I was "OK." " Tu seras mieux de te lever mon vieux et rentrer chez toi."

My clothing stunk of "whisky. "I don't drink whisky nor had there been anyone drinking whisky around me last night." Then I began to remember the UPS truck. It was all so blurry.

My asshole was burning and I had an urge to jerk off as soon as possible. That had to have been the strangest and realist dream I had ever had. I had to get something to drink. "Dunkin Donuts"; I needed a large black coffee. No ones in the place " large coffee Black please" my words come out dry, my throat feels like I swallowed a truck. "Anything else?" Asked the girl behind the counter. "NO! YES! Sorry a newspaper" the coffee tasted like old socks or rather my mouth tasted like old socks. As I took the newspaper, I almost choked on my coffee

"Journal de Montréal" the main rag in this area.

"The UPS spokesperson said the company was concerned about one of its drivers. According to the spokesperson, the driver truck had been located on Dorchester Boulevard in Westmont. It was not assumed to be robbery as all the merchandise has been accounted for. Police, on the other hand, are concerned for the driver safety Denis Deveau. Cutting of blond hair which appears to be that of Mr. Deveau were found on the floor of the UPS vehicle. Mr. Deveau disappeared on Monday halfway through his morning deliveries. The last time seen, Mr. Deveau was in a Dunkin Donut shop in the east of Montreal where he had filled his mug with coffee, telling the cashier he would return at 11: I am ..................." I didn't finish the article, I put the newspaper aside.

I rooted around in my pockets to get a cigarette. My hand came out with a UPS business card. I didn't look at it right away; I had to take a look around to see if anyone was watching me. I turned the card over slowly as if it were going to bite.

"Thanks! Nice ass, as I said before. The Master was pleased with you and your ass. We all got our rocks off with you and your ass. We all left our seed so the master could see how much your ass could hold before he used it. But don't worry all is safe, precautions were taken. We left you something and remember we'll be watching you, till next time cause I want more of that as with you looking into my eyes the next time! I checked my pockets nothing.

I did not have anything else except a need to going to the toilet and take a crap. Fortunately, there was nobody in the toilets so I took a stall so I could sit down.

When I lowered my jeans, I noticed that I had a pair of brown short on instead of my boxers. As I lower the shorts, I felt something else under my butt. I felt a string attached to a condom that had been left in place. I pulled on it and I found that the end had been tied shut. I withdrew it, it was a vaginal condom full of sperm, and there must have been a dozen people to fill it that full. It was still very warm and when I had pulled it out my ass I felt empty. I tried to flush it down the toilet but it wouldn't sink. I had nothing sharp to cut it open so I used my teeth to break it open. The smell was overwhelming, I had a raging hard on and I felt like it I would die if I didn't cum. I took my cock in hand and in a few strokes I had spewed a load of spunk onto the door and on the floor in front of me. As I leaned back against the cold tiles, I thought, "Did I dream this or not?"