A Very Special Delivery

Yesterday it was unusually warm and humid for this time of year. I had the day off from work cause I had an afternoon dentist appointment. My wife was working, so I had the house to myself. I had just taken a shower and was "air-drying" out on the screen porch -- lying on one of the lounge chairs. The porch was surrounded by arborvitae trees and secluded from the neighbors so I felt I had a pretty good amount of privacy.

I started to dose off, not quite asleep-- you know, in that in between zone. I was dreaming about this bulge I had seen on a business man in Boston. He was walking toward me on the sidewalk, he had his jacket off and this big dick flopping back and forth in a pair of clingy, silky, cream colored pants. The outline of the head was clearly visible. I didn't even attempt to hide that I was looking and just stared at it. It was so hot.

I woke with a hard on and a few drops of pre-cum already dripping from my cock. I reached down, spread open my thighs and started rubbing the juice in, using a circular motion around the head. The mushroom head was swelling as I got rigid. There was something about being naked outside (sort-of) with a breeze blowing against my balls and tickling my nipples. I was so horny!

I started slowly masturbating-- gyrating my hips into my hand. Occasionally, I would use some of the cock juice to rub my finger just into the opening of my hole. I let out a deep sigh, as I tried to squelch a moan coming out of my mouth--biting my lip, and reminding myself where I was. It was no use. I was totally into it. I brought my self to the edge-- then slowed down. Man I was oozing pre-cum. I used my thumb and forefinger to massage the head-- and that really sensitive area just below the slit. Heaven. I closed my eyes and did this a few times.

I was quietly moaning as I alternated between pinching my nipple, opening and closing my legs--spreading them wide apart, than closing them, pushing my ball sac into the cushion, and rubbing my hole. I heard a noise. A click and twang-- like a spring. Didn't really register-- I just kept going. Next thing I know, a package delivery guy is standing right in front of the chair, with a package and that electronic signature pad. He cleared his throat. This guy was hot. Maybe 20-22 years old. Wearing shorts and khaki thick knit socks. Something about that brown uniform! He had dark hair and eyes, a strong chin and athletic build. Obviously a weight lifter. I also lift weights, and am particularly proud of my pecs and my thick legs. My eyes met his, and he kind of half smiled.

I said. "Guess there's no use in trying to hide what I was doing."

He laughed a little and said that he was sorry, that he would have just left the package, but this one required a signature. His face started to redden. He put the package down and started to hand me the signature pad and pen stylus. Now you have to imagine this scene. Here I am, buck naked-- legs spread wide open. My dick sticking straight out. Rigid-- you know, that really hard, hard-on, that doesn't budge-- that you can dangle a weight from! He's standing right over me. I watched his eyes dart quickly to then away from my dick, then back again. He unconsciously licked his bottom lip.

I said. "You know, you really, really don't want me to use that thing (the signature pad) without washing my hands first.”

He didn't say anything, he didn't even move. I got up and because he was standing so close to me, as I walked past I felt his bulge brush against my naked hip. I didn't ask him to, but he followed me to the kitchen where I started washing my hands. My cock just wouldn't hear it, and stayed hard like a pipe. He put the signature pad thing on the counter and as I turned toward him- he quickly dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. His mouth was so warm and wet. It felt incredible. He swirled his tongue around the head and did things my wife had never done. He stopped for a second and used his saliva to lube his finger. He went back to giving me the best head I'd ever gotten. He slid his finger into my hole-- past the point where I usually stop, and began slow pressing movements against my prostate. This sent me over the edge. I told him that I was going to cum-- expecting him to stop, but he didn't he just moaned himself and sucked a little harder. I let go-- rope after rope of cum in his mouth. The contractions were so powerful that I nearly collapsed. He swallowed. Couldn't believe it. He just swallowed my cum.

I wasn't sure what to do next. I felt a little weirded out, but also felt like I needed to reciprocate or something. I started to reach for his fly, but he pushed my hand away. He said he had already cum. I said when? He said at the same time you were blowing your load in my mouth. I looked at him and said "Really?" He just said "Uh huh." I quickly signed for the package. I couldn't think of what to say next. Thank you just seemed so stupidly inept, so I just winked at him and said: "Catch you later guy." He said: "Yeah you will." I said I had to get back in the shower because I had an appointment and it was getting late. He just said "See yah." and left.

I got into the shower, still half hard, and began soaping myself and thinking: Did that really happen? I heard the porch door slam. He had left. I dressed and headed out for my appointment. When I got to the porch, I found his cum filled underwear on my lounge chair (good thing I didn't go out the front door) on the waist band he wrote his name, Eric, and a number. I rolled them up and put them into my glove compartment and drove away. While in the dentist's chair I kept debating back and forth about calling him. I was getting hard just thinking about that soft hot mouth. I decided against it, but then thought. I think that I need to order something that needed a very special delivery....