The new delivery man delivered!

Hearing the door open and footsteps, I looked up, expecting to see Virgil or John. This guy was neither.

“I have a delivery?” he said, his deep voice seemingly vibrating the walls of my little office. What a stunning figure! He was dressed better than your typical delivery driver: white button up with a lightly checkered pattern, tucked into his clean and tight jeans and tidy shoes. The only ‘driver give aways’ were his baseball cap he wore, his greying hair sticking out from below the cap itself and his grey-ish stubble.

“What’s it for?” I asked, trying to hold back my excitement.

“Thompson’s.”

“Oh. I was expecting Virgil” I replied.

“We had our assignments switched last week” he replied. Lucky me, I thought.

“OK then. Sorry I didn’t know.”

“It’s all good. I like this route much better” he said, smirking as he handed me the paperwork. “Daniel.”

“Good to meet you Daniel” I said, reading his smirk. Call me crazy, but I’ve seen that smirk before: after you’ve mentally judge someone, admitting “I’d hit that!”. I’ve even used it myself once or twice. Or a dozen times.

“Mike” I replied, returning his smirk and shaking his hand. “I’m the contractor here.”

“So, you’re the boss man?”

“One hundred percent” I replied, feeling a sense of sexual awareness between us.

“Where do you want it? The delivery?” he asked, clarifying what he meant, luckily for him.

“Around back, second drive at the end” I replied, handing him the signed paperwork

“Will do” he said. As he turned, I watched him walk to the door, admiring his plump rear end. As he stepped out, the turned around, catching me. He smiled, not seeming to care, and stepped out. I walked to the window and watched him get in his truck and drive around to the side, the front of my jeans noticeably tighter now than before he walked in.

Over the next couple of weeks, Daniel delivered the site goods on time. He also allowed for my own mental delivery, at night, when I’m alone in bed. Several times over the weeks, I ‘took matters into my own hands’, thinking about Daniel. One night, after clean-up from one of my fantasies, it clicked in my mind: I had his paperwork in my folder, I can look him up on social media!

I rolled over, grabbed my phone, and started investigating. In less than ten minutes I had his profile. I skimmed the ‘about’ section: nothing of note. I jumped to the photos and found no woman. Scrolling scrolling… no women…scrolling scrolling… there are a few guys here – one looks like his brother. Damn! His brother is fine! Sounds like another fantasy in the wings, waiting to happen. I made a mental note. But no photos of Daniel – just places he’s been, a few of cars…scrolling… wait a minute. Here’s one. I opened it up. My word. He was fully clothed but sans a ball cap (unlike all the other times he’s been at the office) and looks great. You could see his green eyes much better, and he had a clean shaven face. Nice arms! And who’s this guy? I scrolled on through – this was the only photo of Daniel and the only photo of this guy. It was dated about a year ago. The photo was tagged: Bryan Call. I linked to his profile. Looks like Bryan Call is gay. Interesting. But he only had one photo I could see – everything else was locked. This, in of itself, means little, but with the sexual tension we have been dealing with over the past few weeks, it added up. At least to me. I decided this week when he came in, I’d make my move, whatever that was.

Daniel arrived two days later, but earlier than normal, and I was offsite. By the time I returned, he was gone. I went over the paperwork Sean left on my desk. I noticed it wasn’t the right amount of product. I called the distributor back. Long story short, they dropped the ball on their end. I needed these to finish the week. Being they were only short about 100 pieces, they said they’d have it delivered but wouldn’t be until after 8PM tonight. That sucked, but it needed to happen so I relented. I’d have to wait around past closing.

After grabbing a bite to eat, I returned to the office and waited. Everyone had gone home. Being late fall, the sun was already setting so when I saw headlights hit the wall through the window, I knew it was here. I walked to the door when it opened from the other side. Shocked, I stepped back. In stepped Daniel!

“Hey Boss Man” he said. Even at the end of the day, he looked clean and well kept. And, to be honest, the whole ‘Boss Man’ thing really stirred my emotion, in a good way.

“How do you stay so clean?” I asked as he handed me the papers.

“Oh I can get dirty” he replied. There’s that smirk again.

“I bet you can” I said, handing him his signed copy. “I’ll remember that!”

“I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Well, I volunteered. It’s on my way home. Should I put them in the back?”

“No it’s all locked up. We can keep them in here tonight. Need some help?” I asked, giving me more time around him.

“Sure.” I followed him out to his own, personal truck. He dropped the tailgate and pulled the pipes towards us. He gave me an armful and he took the rest. “Careful, they’re sharp around the edges” he warned.

Inside, when I went to sit them down, one slid out of my arms and cut my hand.

“Damn it!” I yelled as a small trail of blood ran down my palm.

“I told you!” he scolded me. He dropped his, then took and dropped mine. “Let me see” he said, grabbing my hand. “Good. It’s not too bad” he said walking me to the sink. He ran cold water over my hand. I was taken aback by his gentle nature. He rubbed my hand under the water, fried it off and inspected the cut. His big hands on my hand sent tingles through my body, ultimately making their way to my engorged dick, already straining the zipper of my jeans. I studied the side of his face as he scrutinized my injury. His skin looked soft, yet firm. His end-of-the-day stubble readily apparent, only greying on his chin. I got a glimpse down his blue button up and noticed as sea of chest hair. And, to top it off, he smelled amazing.

“Seems you missed your calling” I said, so close to him I had to whisper.

“I was a medic in the military.”

“That’s hot” I blurted out before thinking. He turned his eyes towards me in surprise. I could only imagine what I looked like as I felt the blood drain out of my face.

“Uh… I….” Before I could finish that sentence, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled our lips together. The heat from his mouth was intense and our lips pressed together. You could have heard a pin drop. He pulled away, looking almost as shocked as I did moments ago.

“Oh god. I’m sorry” he mumbled. “I didn’t mean to…” This time I stopped his sentence as I planted my lips back on his. I was a fully stiff by this point, and this second kiss, just about sent me over the edge. I pulled back quickly.

“Oh!” he replied.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks” I admitted.

“Why did you wait?” he asked.

“Timing is everything.”

“Then I think it’s time” he said. He pushed me back against the wall. “Is the door locked?” he asked.

“No. Go lock it” I commanded.

“Yes sir” he said. The nod to my dominating side increased my heartbeat even more. As he walked back from locking the door, I noticed his zipper was also stressed. Something behind it was trying to get out!

Pushing me back against the wall again, he locked his mouth on mine. I felt his tongue, figuratively and literally hot, punch into my mouth as I grabbed his bulge. His groan entered my mouth and seemed to stir my soul from within. The sound of wet lips exploring each other filled the room. He moved from my mouth to neck, one of my many hyper-sensitive spots. My fingers knocked off his cap and locked a hand full of soft, blonde hair as I pressed his mouth harder onto my neck. I could feel his stubble scratch my skin, causing it to burn. But it was a good burn.

I removed my hand from his crotch and pulled out his shirt from his waist. I found his stomach, flat, hard and covered in hair. Knowing I had to experience more, I brought my other hand down and hastily pulled and twisted his shirt, unbuttoning one button then another. To give me more room to work, he stepped back slightly and moved his attention from my neck to my chest, stretching my polo to its max.

Once his last button was undone, he stepped back and pulled his shirt off. Holy hell. My brain took those 2-3 seconds of him standing before me, shirtless, and singed that vision into itself forever. I can still she the black belly hair, thick like a mat, working its way up into a line of finer, lighter hairs until, meeting his chest, it exploded into furry glory. His nipples, pink and hard, stood out just enough without being obnoxious. I watched as his chest, hairy, firm and just muscular enough, move up and down a couple times. My hands landed on his stomach and followed the trail up to his chest forest, changing in texture from coarse to soft in the process. I twirled the hair between my fingers, enjoying each second. I could feel my pre-juice being pushed from my own cock. I knew, by this time, I’ve leaked through my jeans, as always happens when I’m excited.

He tugged at my shirts, pulled them over my head. He dropped it on the floor and smiled. “Just like I’d hoped” he growled. His big hands rubbed around my smooth chest until he found my nipples, which he pinched, pulling the few hairs I had around each of them. Bending down, the pulled at my jeans, expertly opening them. I could feel the wet spot more as the cool air met it.

“Spectacular, Boss Man!” he said. Instantly, my hands were pushing his head to my wet spot. Like a well trained servant, he pulled my briefs down, allowing my wet and hard dick to spring forward like a missile. He took me in his mouth and buried myself into his mouth until his chin slapped my nuts. I could feel his tongue circle and stroke my shaft as his lips squeezed the base, milking more from the depths of my body. I looked down and watched as he slowly pulled back, exposing my wet skin, the pushed back, over and over again, his speed picking up. I pushed him away.

“Stop stop!” I pleased.

“Boss Man wants something else?” he asked while I caught my breath. He turned, saw the chair next to the table. He turned and dropped his pants, exposing his perfect member: cut thick and long, pulsing in conjunction with his heart.

“Come here” he said, patting on the chair. I complied, sitting on it. He kicked off his jeans and straddling me, grabbed my cock and moved so his hole was pressing on my own cut head.

“This is what Boss Man wants?” he asked.

“God yes” I replied.

“I don’t know. That’s a big mushroom head” he replied, gyrating his hole around my sensitive head. “So big!” he said as he slowly worked the head past his sphincter. “That’s it” he hissed, his hairy balls hanging below his erection, which was pointing up towards my face from his immense black bush. He inhaled and dropped himself onto me, knocking the air from me. He growled as I penetrated him, his eyes and mouth popped open as his balls came to rest on my trimmed pubes.

“Damn!” he screamed so loud it could have woke the dead. He grabbed my shoulders as I felt his hole squeeze me link an anaconda swallowing its prey. “Are you serious right now!?! he yelled as he twisted his hips. “That’s the biggest dick I’ve had in a while!”

I was hypnotized by his big cock and hairy body as he rose and the dropped down on me. As he picked up the pace, I grabbed two hand fulls of chest hair and pulled him down everything he dropped on me. “YesBoss Man!” he said, seeming to enjoy the pulling of his splendid chest hair. I could feel my happy dick stretch and prod his insides. The chair creaked and groaned with the weight of two adult men fucking.

His breathing increased as did his motions. The chair pleaded for mercy. I started to thrust up hard, meeting his rhythm. His pecs bounced hard as he our bodies met hard. I could feel his hole loosening up. His previously hanging balls had pulled up to either side of his shaft and I knew we were close.

“Oh god!” I yelled at the same time he yelled “I’m gonna’ blow!” I felt a different squeeze of his hole and a second later, his one eyed monster erupted. White jets of Daniel Juice plastered my smooth chest, mixing with my sweat. “God! God ! Yeah!” he yelled with each eruption, which seemed to be bigger than the last.

When he yelled that’s all it took. I relieved myself into his guts, lubing my already slick rod. His body shook as he continued to drop onto my lap, my cum now audibly splashing on the chair and floor. He continued to rise and fall on me, his cock now bouncing from movements of his body and not the convulsing of his cum muscle. My cock slipped out of him, throwing my last two or three deposits on the floor as he dropped onto me and stopped.

I caught my breath before he caught his as he did most of the work. I felt his hot liquid start to cool and it ran down my chest, his now softening love muscle laying on my stomach. I could feel my deposit start to run out of him and on my still hard dick, around to my now relaxed nut sack.

“I’ve been wanting this for week” he admitted. He stood up and swung his hairy leg around from me. Standing in profile now, I could appreciate his body more than ever – including his fuzzy rear!

“Me too” I admitted with a laugh. He reached down and grabbed my shimmering cock.

“I took that monster” he said, proudly.

“You did” I acknowledged. “You free tomorrow night?” I asked as I reached down and picked up my undershirt to clean myself off with.

“For you, I’ll make sure I’m free, Boss Man!”

“You know this whole ‘Boss Man thing’?”

“Yeah?” he replied.

“Keep it. I like it!”

“Yes sir, Boss Man” he said as he turned to pick up his clothes. I watched as my deposit started to leaked down his inner thighs. “This is going to be a great weekend!” I thought.

And my god, it was!