RayRay’s (Rusty's) Story
I was runnin’ on ‘bout three hours sleep for the last coupla’ nights, y’all. It was almost midnight and I was gettin’ ready to head home… I’d been up since 4AM and was runnin’ on fumes. I got behind the wheel of the delivery van and decided to take a lil’ siesta before I drove home. Eight hours a’ sleep a night woulda’ been awesome, but hail, that weren’t an option now, was it? I had a business to run, n’ I put a shitload a’ money inta’ gettin’ it up n’ goin’ so I was too dayum broke to hire anybody to help me with the work. The van, insurance, software, business cards n’ advertisin’ stuff, I even ordered some valet bags with my logo and phone number on ‘em for all my customers (I was just waitin’ for ‘em to come in)… all that shit cost money. A helluva a lotta money!
I started out with a buncha’ clients right off the bat thanks to my boss, then Brody designed these door hangers for me n’ I put em’ on flippin’ ever’ damn house in ever’ neighborhoods I was deliverin’ in. Beanie took three mornings in a row off work just to ride with me n’ go door-to-door with em’ too. He was a huge help… He didn’t just put the door hangers on the knob, he knovked on doors n’ talked to anybody who would listen! I was gettin’ a shitload a’ calls from ‘em., seriously y’all, I got like twenty calls the first week. I guess there were a couple of delivery services that went under a few years back durin’ COVID, n’ when I came around all their customers jumped on board. I didn’t expect stuff to take off that fast. The deal I had with the dry cleaners I worked for was that I do my deliveries in the mornin’, manage the store in the afternoon n’ on Saturdays, plus he lets me use his store as homebase to drum up more business.
Well, on top a’ deliveries n’ managin’ the store, I had to check all my customers clothes in, it was way more work than I ever expected. I had a deal with another dry cleaner to just pick up and drop off for his customers, he did all the checkin’ in, baggin’ n’ other shit. It was a lot less work, I didn’t make as much money off his deliveries, but I was out there anyway, might as well pick up a few more bags… right, y’all?
I was gettin’ the deliveries and pickups done before noon no problem, but if the store was busy in the afternoons, I ended up stayin’ later, like all gotdamn night long, to check all my stuff in and get it ready for cleanin’ the next mornin’. I was there ‘til like ten or eleven every night. Beanie was coming by after work to help me check shit in, and I hired Karen (Izzy and Freddy’s mom) to help me a couple nights a week so she could make some extra cash, but she was unreliable as shit. She came up with a million different excuses why she needed to bail on me. I got tired of her shit by day three and fired her. Anyway, I kinda bit off more than I could chew, but Beanie was helpin’ me through it. I was exhausted, but it was satisfyin’ as hail. This was my business, n’ I was gonna make it work no matter what the fuck the universe threw at me. It had only been a week but I had the routine down. Up at 4AM, truck loaded by 6AM, get the store ready to open by 7AM, on the road by 7:30AM. The rest of the mornin’ was spent on deliveries n’ drummin’ up new business, the afternoons were spent focusin’ on the store, then after the store closed, I checked in my customers clothes. I was burnin’ the candle at both ends y’all.
Anyway, I was napping behind the wheel of the delivery van in the parkin’ lot of the dry cleaners, dreamin’ about other people’s dirty lclothes when my dream turned into a sex dream. I was layin’ down someplace I aint never been and some hot guy was suckin’ on my dick. I couldn’t see or hear nothin’, the only thing that mattered was the warm mouth on my dick. All of a sudden, I woke the hail up and looked down to see this head in my lap. It weren’t no damn dream; somebody was in my damn delivery van givin’ me head. What in thee actual fuck?! I jumped in my seat and screamed, “what the fuck, dude?!” The guy pulled off my dick, looked up at me and smiled.
“You’ve been workin‘ hard, I figured you deserved some head” Beanie said.
“What in thee actual fuck, Beanie?!”
He laughed, “I thought you were comin’ home a coupla’ hours ago. You weren’t answerin’ your phone so I came lookin’ for ya’. If yer gonna be a moron n’ sleep in your van, at least lock the dayum doors.”
My head was still kinda’ foggy from bein’ asleep, but when I finally put it all together, I just smiled down at Beany. He came looking for me. It was nice havin’ someone give a shit about me… and gettin’ an unexpected BJ… Bonus! Before I could say a damn word, he had my cock down his throat again. Best gotdamn alarm clock ever! I was exhausted, but decided, ‘what the hail,’ I deserved a little playtime for workin’ my ass off so hard. I pushed the seat back a little, lowered the back, n’ lifted the steering wheel to give Beany a little more room t’ work. He pushed his way down on my hard-ass-fuckstick until he choked on it. I could feel his throat slime n’ warm tears on my pole. He grabbed my balls n’ pulled ‘em hard while kept on deepthroatin’ me. “Day-um Beany, what the fuck?” I yelled, he didn’t have a shit to give about what I had to say, he just pulled harder… how could somethin’ that hurt like shit feel so dang good?! Beany was on a mission to make me cum… I was down with that. I was so gotdamn tired, but it felt so gotdamn good to escape all that new stress… hail, ownin’ a business was suckin’ the gotdamn life outta me. But right then… fuck it… Beany was suckin’ a week’s worth a’ cum outta me n’ that’s all I was thinkin’ ‘bout. I leaned back and pushed his head down; Beany moved his mouth up and down my shaft and his hand was followin’ along.
He slapped my hand off his head, pulled off me and said with a smirk, “I know how t’ suck a dick, if I need yer help, I’ll ask ya’, Bubba… I got this.” Aw Hail, I hit the jackpot, so I decided to lean back and let Beany do his thang. I folded my hands behind my head and just enjoyed the livin’ fuck outta it. His mouth n’ hand moved faster n’ faster up n’ down my pole tryin’ to get my lil’ swimmers outta there. I lifted my hips and started fuckin’ his mouth but he slowed be down again. He wanted to do it his way… n’ he did. That good ole boy worked my tool until he had me on the edge, then stopped. Then he did it a-day-um-gain! Finally, he let me cum n’ I spraypainted the back of his throat with a coat of white. Day-um, I needed the stress release, n’ it felt good to just sit back n’ relax… that’s the first time I did that since startin’ my business. “Feel better?” Beany asked as he kissed me and fed me my own cum. “Put that seat all the way down” he commanded. I put the seat down as far as it would go then that lil’ fucker got nekkid and crawled up on me until he was fuckin’ my face. Holy fuck that boy was shovin’ his cock in n’ outta my mouth and as far down my throat as he could go… he was chokin’ the hail outta me! I grabbed onto his ass cheeks n’ pulled him deeper. He was pumpin’ into my face hard, he just announced “I’m cummin’!” When somebody knocked on the dayum winda’!
“Is somebody in there?” a muffled voice said through the closed winda’. Beany rolled off me with his cum still spurtin’, snatched his clothes off the floor and dove into the back of the Sprinter t’ get dressed. I fumbled with my pants, then turned the key so I could lower the winda’. “I saw yer van movin’ and Maverick’s truck while I was makin’ my rounds. Y’all good?” Che asked.
“Um, yeah, yeah, we’re good” my voice crackled.
“Oh, hey, y’all” Beany said as he made his way from the cargo bed back to the front passenger seat.
“Oh, hey Mav, um, I didn’t know you were back there” Che said, then he kinda’ looked around the parkin’ lot, scratched his head, and started to snicker as all the dots connected for him. “it’s all good!” He yelled back to his partner who was waitin’ by the cruiser while he investigated.
“Sorry, man. I was workin’ late and Maverick came to find me” I said with my dayum face fire engine red and probably glazed with some a’ Beany’s load.
“Looks like he found ya’” Officer Che said with another snicker. “Seriously, y’all good?” he asked.
“Yup” me and Beany said in unison.
Che just grinned n’ said, “nice van, RayRay. Carry on” then tapped his hand on the side of the Sprinter and walked back to his cruiser and drove away. Me and Beany just sat there in the van laughin’ uproariously for like ten minutes. We got caught fuckin’ in the delivery van… the winda’s were tinted, n’ it was dark out so he prolly didn’t see shit, but still. Beany got outta the van and into his pickup, I followed him home in the Sprinter.
We slept in his bed that night n’ I let him fuck me… I figgered it was the least I could do considerin’. I only got a few hours’ sleep before the alarm went off n’ I hadda’ drag my sorry ass outta bed at four o’-damn clock and get back at it. I showered, made coffee, n’ left. I didn’t even say goodbye to Beany, he was passed out n’ I didn’t wanna bug him. I woulda’ kissed him goodbye, but that just aint us, all gushy n’ romantic…nope.
By the time I made it to the dry cleaners, I was awake and ready to go. The dry cleaning plant was already up and buzzin’ when I got there. The cleaning team had most of the clothes cleaned already and the pressers were working hard to move things through. I had gotten all my deliveries ready to go before I left the night before, so I loaded everything in the van. After that I worked on foldin’ towels and sheets for my hotel customer then bagged it all up. I had invested in some software that sent texts out to my customers askin’ if they had a pickup. It was all automated, so if they texted back, it automatically put them on the list n’ I pulled it up on my iPad. It told me who had drop offs and pickups, and it charged the deliveries to the customers’ credit card and put the money right into my business account. It was an awesome system (it sure fire better be for what I paid for it). I had everything loaded up and ready to go, I just had to wait for Karen to show up and run the store so I could leave… she was late as usual and had some bullshit excuse (When Karen was on her game, she was a great employee. But lately she didn’t seem to give a shit, that’s why I had to fire her from my business. If my boss wanted to put up with her shit, that was his business). Well, thanks t’ her I got started about a half hour later than I wanted to, but at least I was finally on the road. I made the first couple of stops n’ it was uneventful. Dropped off orders, picked bags up, said hi to a few dogs. I was doin’ a decent amount a’ business considerin’ it had only been like a week. I was about ten stops in when someone came runnin’ up to my van with a garbage bag full a’ dry cleanin’. She saw the door hanger we I left and signed up for delivery service on the spot. Then, when I got to my hotel client (my last stop for the morning) the manager came up and talked to me about puttin’ a bid in to handle two more of their properties. Hail, I aint never done no bid or nothin’ like that, but I knew my boss would help me with it. Man, shit was just comin’ together. I had to admit, I was pretty damn proud of myself. I had no freakin’ clue what I was doin’… but I was doin’ it anyway.
On Saturday, my boss was workin’ at the store with me, in between customers he helped me build an outline for my proposal, told me what questions to ask, n’ taught me how to figure out pricing once I had all the information. Man, I was learnin’ so much from ever’body who was helpin’ me out. Max was teachin’ me about business, Brody was teachin’ me how t’ market myself, my boss was helping me understand the industry… shit, ever’ time I turned around there was something new I had t’ figger out n’ somebody to help me do it.
That weekend at home, I finally got a break. Me n’ Beany started talkin’ ‘bout our plans to go back to Kentucky at Christmas. Shit, I promised him I’d go n’ see his family with him, but that was before I started the business. To be honest, I was afraid to leave the business for so long. Besides, I was so broke from startin’ my business that I was ploughin’ for pennies. N’ ya’ don’t get no damn vacation pay when ya’ own the place, ya’ know what I mean? We pulled out a calendar and started to put our plan together. I started addin’ up the costs, then subtracted how much I was gonna lose from missin’ a couple of days’ worth of deliveries, n’ I started gettin’ a little freaked out. “I don’t think I can go, Beany.”
“Why not?” He asked.
“I dunno, I feel weird leavin’ the business… and… um.”
“Is it the money?” He asked.
I didn’t really answer I just looked at him and kinda shrugged. “Gettin’ the business goin’ is suckin’ every penny I make.”
“What if I pay for the plane tickets? That’s really the only big cost, besides you need a break.” I know Beany worked his ass off for ever’ penny and I felt like shit takin’ his money.
“But if I shut down for a few days, I won’t have no income from deliveries.”
“Yeah, but the dry cleaner is gonna close anyway, right? It’s not like you could even get the clothes clean if you ran deliveries” Beany said. “Take some fuckin’ time off.”
Then I laughed, I totally forgot the dry cleaners was gonna be closed. “Well, why the fuck didn’t I even think about that? Damn, Mav, there’s so much to think about. I swear I’m gonna fuck it up” I confided in him.
He laughed n’ shook his head, “dude yer just makin’ this shit up as you go. I’m so damn prouda’ you. You aint gonna fuck nothin’ up… n’ if ya’ do, you’ll fix it n’ I’ll help. Yer killing it.” That may not seem like that bigga’ deal to y’all, but to me it was ever’thin’. My family didn’t give two shits about me (except for my sister, n’ I didn’t see her too much), I was kinda’ on my own ‘til Beany came along. I aint never really had nobody that believed in me until him. “Just come with me, I need y’all there to be a buffer with my stepmomma… I got the money saved, just lemme pay. Yer doin’ me a favor.” I just sat there thinkin’ for a bit while Beany kept tryina’ sell me on the idea. I finally caved.
“Okay, I’ll go. How ‘bout you by the tickets and let me pay you back, I can pay some now, and the rest… well, when I got it, I guess.”
“How about I pay half as yer Christmas present. Then I aint gotta go shoppin’ for some stupid shit y’all won’t like” Beany said with a grin, and before I could answer he added, “n’ don’t you get me nothin’!” I agreed.
I started this business on my own, but I wasn’t alone. I had the whole village backin’ my hick-ass up, and I had the best freakin’ partner I could ever wished for. I decided that Beany would get the first delivery bag when they finally came in. Yeah, yeah, yeah, sounds stupid n’ it weren’t worth anythin’, but to me, it was like sharin’ the most important thing in my life with the most important person in my life.
It was nice not to be alone no more.
To be continued…
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