Here's a little "quickie" for when you want to do a "quickie".
Hope it rearranges your blood supply to your satisfaction.
If it "launches the rocket" - lemmie know. Comments always appreciated.
Medium - ˝ Mushroom, ˝ Sausage
He ordered the same thing every Friday night. His small house was way out in the woods. It was probably 80 years old, run down, really needed some paint and a new roof – and there were no shrubs across the front – just a row of small windows that looked like an old porch had been closed in an made part of the large kitchen behind it.
He always got to the door by the time I did. I never saw or heard another person while I stood at the door, spouting my usual – “That’s $12..85”. and he hands me $15.00 and says have a nice night!
The chance to look over such a gorgeous man was worth far more than the small tip he handed me.
He was a beautiful, sexy, man. All man, no doubt about it. My close observations came up with the following: looks about 32, 6’2”, 185 pounds, sandy hair that most likely was blonde when he was a kid, medium blue eyes – smallish ears – well pinned back against his always short buzz cut and a strong jaw sporting light brown stubble.
The body was perfection – broad shoulders, just right pecs, pushing out his tee shirt just enough to show their somewhat thick and perfect shape. Long arms, which, when I saw them bare – were covered in light brown, rather straight fur, ending in very big strong hands, always clean and perfect fingernails. Everything about this man screamed straight. A casual observer would place him as an off duty cop, he just had the “look”; answering the door in his navy blue sweats, white tee, and flip-flops. OMG – his feet were nothing like I’d ever seen. Had to be size 12 – long toes, but not too long, wisps of fur over the top. He could bring out the foot fetish in anyone, even if you think you’re not interested in feet.
If he wasn’t a cop - I fantasized that he would make an outstanding baseball player.
He just looked like his sexy body would look awesome in a baseball uniform. The long legs, the nicely rounded ass (yes, I saw as he padded to the table to get the money the couple of times he would forget when he answered the door.
If I wanted to talk to him about anything, it was practically impossible. I had a minute at the door -- and just looking at him prevented my mouth from connecting to my brain so that anything sensible could come out of it.
As the weather changed, I managed “it got a lot colder when the sun went down.” And he’d say “yeah, the wind’s picking up.”, and steal the pizza from me and end my opportunity to imprint images of him in my mind for “later”.
Fuck yeah, I’d go home and relive the delivery. The anticipation of walking up to the door, heart starting to pound in my chest, wondering what he would be wearing, what he might say. As my cock hardened at the thought of touching such a man, backing him up against the kitchen counter and sliding down to my knees to access his bulging package.
Of course, this was fantasy and nothing more. He could not possibly be interested in a
Daddy bear – no way, no how. Tits and ass – and a tight pussy. That was his thing, it had to be. Just look at him.
A couple of Friday nights came and went and there was no call for a delivery to Morgan Avenue. I was beginning to think he’d dropped us for another place. Hoping he would call when I’m working, at least. I needed my hot guy fix for the weekend, and he was it.
The following Friday, around 8:30 the phone rang. I heard the owner repeat – ˝ Mushroom , ˝ Sausage – and I perked right up. Morgan Ave? “Sure thing, about 40 minutes.” Yay – in 40 minutes I was going to be in heaven.
Since we were practically into winter. I had to remind myself that he was gonna be covered up – sweatpants – sure, but probably a big sweatshirt now – no more thin tee’s.
It’s pretty chilly as I pull the Pizza out of the warming sleeve and make a dash for the door. Tap, tap tap – (there’s no bell) – he’s not answering the door – wtf? Don’t want to knock again and piss him off, he might fuck me out of my tip. No, that’s ridiculous, he seems too nice, but I’ll just wait another minute.
He pulls open the inner door and says “Come in, I’ve been waiting for you.” “Sorry man” I blurt out - “It got crazy busy right when you called”. No, he says, “I’ve been waiting for YOU.” He was wearing his navy sweatpants – his big feet hugging his flip flops (even in the colder weather) and he was shirtless. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t know what to think.
Good gravy, I had no idea. I mean, I knew he had a hot body – even covered up – a thin cotton tee could not hide the muscles. By no means was he a weight lifter, but he clearly worked out. His upper body was practically jaw dropping. Tufts of light fur surrounding taught nipples, the edges of his pit hair peeking out towards the front. I wondered if my stiffening cock was visible thru my jeans now. The fur across the center of his chest was thicker and a bit more curly. His abs could be hired out for scrubbing clothes on – and the furry trail starting just above his belly button led my eyes the waistband of his sweatpants, which were very much lower than the other times I’ve seen them. More fur, curly pubes now, sneaking out from under the sweatpants, obviously no undies in sight.
“Sorry the pizza took so long.” Again, apologizing although I didn’t think it took that long. “Come in, put the box on the table.” he said. You can stay a while, right? Ummm.. well, there’s gonna be more deliveries when I get back, so……..” Well, I’m alone now, and I figured you’d be (pause)…. “interested”.” He cracks a sexy smile, as he tugs on his sack. I thought I might faint.
I was watching a vid and it’s been a while, and I got this thing for older guys and I figured you’d ………awww fuck………sorry if I made a mistake. I’ll get your money.
“Hey, wait a sec man.” You didn’t make a mistake; I can stay a little while. I nearly choked on the words. “Really?”, he snapped back, as he put his big right hand over my left shoulder and made a big circular motion before moving over my back to my shoulder blade. “I always hope you’ll show up when I order.” he added “You like what you see, buddy?” He took two steps backward and puffed up his chest with his hands on his hips, spreading his legs just right. “Like?” I mumbled. “You could say that”, I attempted a chuckle. “I’d like to see more”, I said, as I stood up and boldly ran my hand over the bulge in his sweats, resting my palm under what seemed a very big ballsac.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He said, as he slid his thumbs under the waistband and pushed the sweatpants down toward his knees. His hard cock sprung free, an open invitation to be warmed by my lips. “How’s that?” he questions. “Just beautiful”, I answer. “May I?” As he runs his right hand over the length of his shaft and down around his ballsac. “It’s all yours, pal”.
I literally drop to my knees and investigate his balls with my tongue. My right hand on his upper thigh and my left hand gripping that big pole upward so that I can lick the underside before swallowing the big head and shaft.
At the same time, I’m trying to get at my zipper to let my stiffening cock out. I got the belt buckle and top button open and the zipper half down so I could push my jeans down enough to get at my cock. By the time I did that, I had given his balls a good tongue bath.
My hand told me he was nearly 6 inches around, and my mouth and throat brought the cock in at a full 7 inches. As I take his cock, inch by inch, with short head bobbing strokes, I run my hand over his furry thigh and around to his ass, which is also pleasantly covered in light fuzz. The sensation of both was awesome, and he must have thought the same as he began thrusting his hips at my face. I try to look up and see his eyes closed, and his head tilted back. This scene could have been taken right out of a porn vid. I couldn’t believe it was happening to me.
Next thing I know, he’s got a big hand over the back of my head and he’s moaning, “awww fuck, right there…..suck it……..fuck, you’re great.” Those kinda comments will get you everywhere, and I bear down trying to take the whole thing without gaging. The smell is intoxicating, and his low moaning is driving me crazy.
I need to stroke my own meat, so I take a hand off his ass and find my own throbbing cock dripping pre-cum on the kitchen floor. My left hand slides down from his ass over the back of his thick hairy thighs, and down to his knee – and back up. Like electricity at my finger tips – I feel his cock flexing all the harder, against my mouth.
I figure I can slide a finger in his ass now, but when I get close, he put his hand down to touch my arm, “next time man, I’m gonna blow”. I went back to working my own rock hard cock to catch up so I could cum with him, and a minute later I knew he was gonna shoot.
His ballsac retracted sooo much, I was really surprised. Such big balls they were a few minutes ago, now sucked into his groin, while his cock seemed soo thick and throbbing that it would break apart. He holds onto the back of my head and leans into my face.
“Fuck, man. Fuck…you takin’it? I don’t wanna release him, so I squeeze his ass cheeks and look up at him and attempt to nod in agreement. “Oh fuck… I’m cummin’……..”
“Oh man, fuck!” I feel the hot jizz hit the back of my throat. Four, five, six squirts of sweet cream, and the look on his face, priceless. By the time he finished filling my throat with his hot cum, I had shot all over myself and the floor. No hands required, when you’re with a man like Greg.
It didn’t seem rushed, but we were quick, and I had to really push it to get back without suspision as to why I took soo long. “Accident, on the parkway”. I muttered as I got back to the restaurant. “Every Friday night, you can count on it”. Thrown in for good measure.
Before I left, he said, “Glad you could deliver tonight man, I needed that.” “Oh, no problem” I said. “Hope to see you next week?” “Sure thing, maybe you can stop by after your shift?” he asked. “The wife will be away till the end of the month”. “Oh, okay. You’re number is in my phone. Should I call you late Friday?” I asked. “Yeah, he said, call around 10.00 p.m. when you get off; and then we can get off, okay?” I’m working days all this month” he says. “Days?” I asked, what do you normally work?
“Oh, the department over in Auburn rotates every 3 months” he said. “Department? So you’re a cop? Again, I choked on the words. “Yeah, why?” he says. “Oh nothing, just didn’t know. So it’s a deal then”, I said. “See ya next week.”