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Rapid Service
by Anonymous address withheld)

***

A guy is assigned to teach the new guy the ropes. And 
he really gets into it and goes above and beyond the 
call of duty. (MM, work)

***

Since starting work as a delivery person for a 
furniture store, I had become rather familiar with 
driving the city streets. Prior to that I knew the 
basics, but little more, since I lived in a smaller 
town just outside the city. The daily commute wasn't 
more than about fifteen minutes, which was tolerable. 

It gave me some good experience, in the unlikely case I 
wanted to follow one of my many silly, on-the-fly 
impulses, namely the recurring impulse to become a taxi 
driver. Even though I had the indispensable help of 
mechanical conveniences, moving furniture around also 
helped keep me in relatively good shape. It was sort of 
a blessing, since although I liked a good day of 
physical labor, I would never otherwise work out (in a 
gym, anyways).

I always drove a cube van, just a delivery truck like 
couriers use, and I usually drove alone. I sort of 
liked the solitude, just to contemplate the many things 
that my mind loved to play mental acrobatics with. I 
always kept my mind on the road, but it still gave me 
an opportunity to spend some quiet time alone. 
Occasionally I even liked to have someone along for 
company, but for the most part I enjoyed having some 
time to myself.

I was just returning from a delivery. Since all 
transactions were prepaid before delivery, all company 
routine required me to do was get a signature from the 
customer confirming delivery and check in with the 
accounting office upon returning. The reason for this 
was that occasionally a customer wasn't home when I 
made a delivery, and when something had to come back it 
played hell with the books. 

Joan, the accountant, never let me hear the end of it 
when I had to bring something back. We were both 
twenty-four and still caught fast in the silliness of 
youth, which is probably why we got along so well.

"Hi, Joan," I said, striding into the accounting 
office.

She turned to me and smiled sweetly, launching her 
attack. "Bring anything back this time?"

"Hey, two times out of seventy-seven deliveries so far 
makes about a two point six percent rate of non-
deliverable goods."

She gave me a comically skeptical look. "That doesn't 
matter when it happens twice in a row. Nice work with 
the math, by the way. Where'd you hide your 
calculator?"

I pulled it out of my inside jacket pocket and held it 
up, smiling. "Can't pull anything over you, can I?"

She shook her head, laughing. "No, and you still 
haven't answered my question."

"No, nothing this time." I replaced my calculator and 
handed her the sheaf of office copies for the receipts, 
keeping the other set of copies for the delivery 
records.

"So how'd it go this time?" she asked, checking through 
the office copies and updating the records on her 
computer.

I made notes in my own record book from my own set of 
copies, marking off the invoice numbers. "Not too bad. 
This time of day the traffic is pretty close to 
nonexistent. -- That's how I like it, too."

"Me, too. Even on my twenty-minute drive every morning 
and every evening I encounter a million idiots on the 
road. I've seen enough accidents to last me a 
lifetime."

I finished with the copies, clipping them to the back 
of my clipboard until I could put them away in the 
shipping office files. "I've seen a few, too. Some 
nasty ones."

Just then, I heard the voice of my employer, Rich, page 
me over the intercom.

"That's me," I told Joan.

"That's you," she agreed, mocking my tone.

"Yes, dear," I said sarcastically, grinning and 
starting to leave. An eraser flew at my head, and I 
ducked as it bounced off of a wall and landed in the 
garbage can. I waved to an evilly grinning Joan and 
headed down the hallway, double-checking my record 
book.

As I rounded a corner I nearly ran into a man going in 
the opposite direction. "Sorry," I said, looking up 
from my book.

"Excuse me," he said as he went past. Out of the corner 
of my eye I happened to note that he disappeared into 
the washroom. As I continued walking to Rich's office, 
I could still see the man's face in my mind's eye. 
Tall, about my height, dark hair, light blue eyes, 
sharp features, very light stubble on his face. 
Probably about twenty-five or so, just at a rough 
guess. The word "cute" didn't come to mind; "cute" was 
what I thought of when I thought of baby rabbits and 
puppies and kittens. Not drop-dead gorgeous, either, 
just quite pleasant-looking.

I knocked on Rich's open door, noting him up to his 
ears in paperwork. He looked up at me. "Come in," he 
said.

I sat down. He asked, "Everything go all right?"

I nodded. "I just got back. I got everything delivered 
all right."

"Good. We've have a new guy working here. He starts 
today as a sort of maintenance man for the back. His 
name is Derrel, and I've told him you can help him 
settle in to the routine here. Just show him around, 
help him if he needs supplies, you know, the basics."

"Not a problem," I said. "Things usually aren't so busy 
that I can't take a few minutes out here and there."

Just then the man I had almost run into walked into 
Rich's office. I hid my sudden surprise, and confirmed 
for myself that he was really quite good-looking.

Rich said, "Ah, Derrel. This is David, our delivery 
man. He'll help you settle in. David, this is Derrel."

Derrel turned to me and said, "Hi." We shook hands.

Rich said to me, "Well, you know what to do. I'll check 
back with you in a little while to see how things are 
going." He chuckled. "It's all this paperwork keeping 
me bogged down right now."

I smiled and nodded, then left. I looked behind me and 
saw Derrel catching up to me. I asked him, "Well, what 
do you think?"

He looked thoughtfully at me, then asked, "About the 
job, you mean?"

"Yeah."

He pondered a moment. "It's a living," he said, 
chuckling to himself.

I admitted, "Well, you've got the right attitude. Now I 
know you've got a chance of surviving the job. Now you 
have to survive your coworkers, most of whom I'm sure 
are criminally insane."

"Yourself included?"

I thought a moment. "Can you take the Fifth only in the 
United States?"

He paused. "I think so."

"Then I just have no comment."

He laughed. "Are they really that bad?"

I replied, "Well, they just take some getting used to. 
Their sense of humor is no exception to this."

I poked my head into Joan's office on the way past. "Hi 
there," I said.

"You again?" she said, jokingly. "I thought I just got 
rid of you."

I laughed. "I'm too tenacious. Joan, this is Derrel, 
our new maintenance guy. Derrel, this is Joan. She's 
our accountant, so if you're sent on an errand you need 
money for, she's the one to see."

"'Tenacious'?" Joan asked, smiling. "Big word. Looked 
it up in the dictionary to see what it meant so I'd 
think you're smart, huh?"

I smiled back. "No, I looked it up to try to confuse 
you, but I don't have to use words half that long to 
confuse you."

She laughed as we left. "Got that right. At least 
today, anyways. -- See you around."

I said to Derrel, "We bug each other all the time. 
Keeps us sane."

He nodded, smiling and shaking his head as though 
wondering what he'd gotten himself into.

We finally reached the shipping office. Derek, the 
shipping manager, looked at me. "Hey, Rich has you 
playing teacher, huh?"

I lowered my voice in an aside to Derrel. "See what I 
mean?" I called back to Derek, "Better than playing 
seat warmer." That evoked laughs and chuckles from 
around the shipping room.

Andrew, one of the other workers, called to me, "Hey 
Dave, smack him one if he doesn't behave." He pointed 
his thumb back at Derek.

I shook my head. "God, I'd never get rid of him." More 
laughs.

Derek picked up a pencil and hurled it playfully across 
the room at me. I put my hand on the back of Derrel's 
neck and said, "Duck!" We dropped to the floor as the 
pencil whizzed overhead and hit the door, its graphite 
tip shattering on the painted metal surface before it 
fell piecemeal to the floor. I picked it up and stood 
up, calling to Derek, "I think Mattel makes unbreakable 
toys you could benefit from." More laughs followed me 
and Derrel to the records room.

Unbreakable toys weren't really on my mind as I started 
filing the shipping copies, explaining to Derrel what I 
was doing. Remembering the feel of his firm shoulder 
muscles under my hand had raised thoughts of what the 
rest of his body must be like. If his shoulders were 
any indication as to what the rest of his body was 
like, then I had just touched the tip of the iceberg, 
so to speak.

"So, will I be expected to take care of the records as 
well?" he asked.

"Not so much. Occasionally, but most of the time I'll 
be able to take care of this. You'll be more in charge 
of making sure all the stock is in good shape, 
reporting any damaged stock either to Derek or to Rich, 
running the occasional errand -- pretty generic stuff, 
really. You shouldn't have too much problem."

"David!" came Derek's voice. "Delivery!"

"Another one?" I mused aloud. "Hmm... that's strange. 
It was probably being processed while I was out."

I went and checked with Derek. It was rare that this 
happened, having one delivery almost immediately after 
the other. I didn't mind, though. It just meant that my 
own paperwork would be delayed until a bit later.

I waited while Derek arranged the delivery. I turned to 
Derrel and said, "Go back and check with Mitch. He's 
the short red-haired guy. He'll let you know what to do 
with this delivery."

I waited until Derek gave me the papers, then headed 
into the back to get ready to go.

I walked into the stock room to find the bay door open 
to the warm summer air. The delivery truck was still 
backed into the bay, its cargo bay open and waiting to 
be loaded. My attention, however, was focused on 
something else. Mitch and Derrel were lifting a couch 
into the back of the truck. I couldn't take my eyes off 
of Derrel. Under the fabric of his jeans, his leg 
muscles bulged and flexed powerfully. I could see a 
similar sight under his shirt, where his muscles, when 
they flexed, stretched the fabric in many places to the 
contours of his body. It was a beautiful sight to 
behold.

When they were finished, I said to Derrel, "If you need 
something else to do, just ask Mitch or Derek or Andrew 
or Rich. Rich should be coming back here sometime soon 
to see how you're getting used to things, anyways. All 
right?"

"Okay." He seemed a bit on edge. I could relate; the 
first day on a job was usually confusing until the 
routine sunk in.

I put on my sunglasses to see through the glare 
outside, fired up the truck, and left on my delivery, 
with thoughts of Derrel's robust body on my mind.

The delivery went without incident. I managed to ignore 
a raging hard-on spawned by my thoughts of what Derrel 
must look like without any clothes on. By the time I 
was back at work, I had managed to obviate my "tension" 
back to non-existence.

I strode into Joan's office and said, "Yes, it got 
delivered fine."

She just smiled and asked, "What made you think I was 
going to ask you anything regarding your delivery?"

"Just a feeling I had," I said, smiling and feigning 
suspicion.

The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully. I spent 
what remaining time there was in the records room 
sorting copies and keeping track of them in a computer 
database. I had to stay perhaps five minutes past five 
in order to finish up, and something caught the corner 
of my eye. I looked up and noticed Derrel standing 
there.

"Hi," he said. "Hope I'm not disturbing you."

"I'm just finishing up anyways. -- So how did today 
go?"

"Not too bad. It'll take me a bit to get into the 
routine, though."

I smiled. "Derek being a shit again?"

He laughed a little. "I wouldn't say that."

I shook my head. "You don't know him yet."

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure."

"I had to get a ride here today. Can I catch a ride 
home with you? I don't live far from here."

I looked around me. "If you can stand to wait about 
five more minutes, then I have no problem."

"Thanks. My car had to go in for some work today." He 
chuckled. "You know how people get if they can't see 
your brake lights working."

"Good thing you had them worked on today. The police 
are out in full force today for some reason. Must be a 
full moon or something tonight."

"Must be."

"Do you need a ride to work tomorrow?"

He thought a moment. "No, I should be okay tomorrow, 
thanks."

It didn't even take five minutes before I was finished. 
I saved the records, logged out of the system, and we 
left.

He directed me as we drove over to his house. On the 
way I found out that he was twenty-five (my guess had 
been right on), not presently attached to anyone in any 
way (although he had dated occasionally throughout and 
after high school), and that we shared some interests 
in music, reading, hobbies, and the need for quiet time 
alone every now and then. He tended to be quiet and 
introverted as I was at times. I wondered for a moment 
if it weren't for the same reason. Thankful for 
sunglasses, I was able to hide my eye movements as I 
rested my gaze upon his legs and his crotch several 
times.

I dropped him off at his house and headed home. Once 
home, I heated up some leftovers for dinner, watched 
some TV, then read a bit before crashing for the day.

The next day at work, Derek called me over to his desk. 
I had another few things to deliver, and he was just 
obtaining the address for me.

"Here it is," he said, pulling up the screen on his 
terminal.

I looked at it and tried to picture a map of the city 
in my mind. Finally it clicked. I said, "Rural address. 
That's a ways outside the city, isn't it?"

He nodded. "Yeah, about twenty kilometers southeast. 
Need a map?"

"No, it's not too far from where I live. I know the 
area."

"All right." His grin turned impish. "Then move your 
butt, already."

I swatted him on the back of the head. "Someone forgot 
to tell you that a long time ago, I think."

I looked at my watch. It read 11:47. "I haven't had 
lunch yet," I commented. "I'm going to stop and have 
something on the way back, all right?"

"Fair enough," Derek replied. "I'm going to be taking 
off for a bit in a minute or two here, too."

Derrel asked me, "If you're going for lunch, can I go 
with you? I didn't bring anything."

"That all right, Derek?" I asked. "Your call."

"You've got an hour, right?" Derek asked Derrel.

Derrel nodded.

"All right, you know when you've got to be back here, 
then."

A few minutes later, we were on our way. The day was 
warm and clear, and I had to don my sunglasses again to 
keep the glare down.

Derrel said, "On the way back, can we stop and pick up 
my car?"

"Sure. Just let me know where it is after we're 
finished this delivery."

We were quickly outside of city limits and on the rural 
highways. I was able to sneak a few more peeks at 
Derrel's body on the way while we talked. It was one of 
those bodies that you just couldn't look at enough. He 
was nicely built, well proportioned, and was quite 
good-looking on top of it all. My crotch started to 
stir again.

A few kilometers later, we came over a hill and saw a 
construction zone ahead. The traffic line-up wasn't 
overly long, but it was the principle of having to 
wait. I let out my breath slowly to indicate mild 
annoyance.

Within about ten minutes we were under way again, but 
by that time I was noticeably more annoyed at having 
been delayed.

"Tense?" Derrel asked me.

"No, I'm fine," I denied, letting out my breath again. 
I was quickly getting it out of my mind.

"I don't mean tense, I mean... TENSE!" With that, his 
hand came to rest on my crotch. Simultaneously, he took 
one of my hands from the steering wheel and placed it 
on his crotch, where my suspicions of ample padding 
were amply confirmed.

I was taken completely aback. I had forgotten about my 
hard-on down there. I looked over at him for an 
explanation.

He pulled my sunglasses off, making me squint against 
the sudden glare. He said, "You overestimate how much 
these hide your eye movements." His face split in a 
wide, sexy grin as he started to squeeze and massage my 
crotch, turning up the heat.

I turned my attention back to the road. I was in 
familiar territory; this wasn't too far from where I 
lived. I knew many of the back roads quite well. I 
decided to take one that wasn't used too much, but 
would still be easy for a large truck to get out of 
without getting stuck in a rut or in the grass. Once we 
were off the highway a fair distance, I parked the 
truck and shut off the engine. I knew there would be no 
traffic along here; it was a dead-end road that just 
led to a field by a marshy lake anyways. I waited to 
see what Derrel would do.

I didn't have to wait long. He slid over right next to 
me, put his other hand on the back of my neck, and 
pressed his lips into mine. I closed my eyes under the 
force of the feeling that swept over me. Since I 
couldn't use my eyes to explore his body, I had to rely 
on my other senses, such as touch. I slid one hand down 
his strong torso and managed to pop his jeans open far 
enough to slide my hand in. Under his briefs lay a 
well-padded treasure, slowly beginning to awaken and 
just waiting to be teased.

His fingers found their way through my button-fly as 
well and began slipping the buttons open, one by one. 
His hand slipped inside and started massaging my cock 
and balls through my underwear. It only sent another 
rush of hormones flooding through my body.

I pulled back from our kiss and began unbuttoning his 
shirt. I clumsily managed to get one button undone with 
my free hand before giving up and using my mouth to 
undo them. I may not have been much more dexterous with 
my tongue and lips, but I certainly enjoyed it more. 
Derrel's soft moans indicated he did as well. After 
undoing each button, I began softly kissing and licking 
my way down to the next one. He kept moving back so I 
could have more room to stretch out on the seat and 
reach lower and lower each time.

When I finally got the last button undone, I went back 
to the area around the sparse patch of dark hairs 
between his firm, well-rounded pecs. I planted light 
kisses here and there and over his pecs, not ignoring 
his nipples, now firm and pointed. I teased each one 
with my tongue, listening to his deep, steady breathing 
become quick gasps with each caress.

I slowly followed where the hairs led down to a thin, 
downy trail that disappeared under his briefs. I tugged 
at them with my teeth, noting the hard outline pointing 
up at an angle underneath. I began pulling more 
insistently, wanting to reach what lay hidden under the 
fabric.

"Hang on a sec," he said. I sat up while he first took 
off one shoe so he could slip one leg out of his pants. 
He pulled his shirt off and lay it on the windowsill as 
a pillow. He rested his head back against it, his free 
leg up on the seat. I leaned over him again, gave him a 
deep, full-mouthed kiss, then planted kisses again down 
his chest towards his pulsing crotch. I used my lips to 
tug lightly at the trail of hair that disappeared into 
his underwear, listening to his breathing go from 
steady to erratic and back to steady again.

I pulled slowly yet insistently at his underwear, ever 
so slowly sliding them down his hips. His cock kept 
throbbing and pushing at his briefs, as though it had a 
mind of its own and wanted out. I was more than happy 
to oblige. I seized it in my lips through the fabric 
and massaged it for a few moments before pulling his 
briefs down far enough to expose his treasure.

He brought his free leg up so I could slip it 
completely out of his underwear. Waiting for my 
attention when he brought his leg back down was about 
7-8 inches of rock-solid manhood, so hard it barely 
even moved with each pulse of his heart. The scent of 
his musk assaulted my senses, sending my hormones sky-
high. I began tracing the contours of his shaft with my 
tongue, leaving a thin, shiny trail of saliva along it. 
With every touch of my tongue he let out a long, low 
moan, somewhere between a sigh and a growl.

I put my lips against one of his balls and created a 
light suction in my mouth strong enough to lift it up 
into my mouth. I traced my tongue over it, listening to 
his moans become louder. I released him from my mouth 
and did the same to the other one, alternating the two 
back and forth. I placed the tip of my tongue on the 
fold of skin between his ass and his balls, right close 
to his asshole, and traced a thin, wavering line up and 
across the fold and up over his balls. I continued up 
the length of his pulsating cock until I reached the 
swollen, sensitive head. Even the light touch of my 
breath was enough to make his breathing sound labored 
from the depths of his hormone-filled body.

I began massaging along the length of his cock with my 
lips, starting at the head. I wanted to tease him for 
as long as possible. He tasted musky, almost sweet. I 
took one final run up the length of his shaft with my 
tongue before enfolding the head of his cock with my 
lips and drawing about half of his swollen cock into my 
mouth. His moan was almost a helpless whimper.

I drew back so I only had the head in my mouth, then 
began curling my tongue around it again. I ran the tip 
of my tongue around the crown, over his cock-hole, over 
the frenum, then back around again. I could virtually 
sense what his prick looked like even more clearly than 
if I'd used my eyes. I wanted to see it in more detail; 
I wanted to spend hours holding him at the edge of 
release, studying his every physical detail with the 
sense of touch. I knew he wouldn't be able to hold out 
that long; even since I'd started working him over his 
arousal level had jumped about a hundredfold. He had a 
few minutes left, at most.

I wanted to make the most of those few minutes, so I 
kept the pace slow, gentle, tender. I released him from 
my hold, licked my lips, then gently slid his rod into 
my throat as far as I could. I had him virtually all 
the way down, with his pubes brushing against the tip 
of my nose. I kept most of him in my mouth while I 
began to suck him off. I used my fingernails to rake 
firmly yet gently along his powerful, goosebump-covered 
thighs as his body alternately tensed and relaxed in 
the depths of ecstasy. 

He was pushing his hips upwards slightly each time I 
went down on him, and his breathing was no longer 
following a regular pace. I snuck a peek at him, noting 
he had lolled his head back over the seat and had 
closed his eyes, his tongue slowly tracing around his 
lips.

I decided to help him release his tension, so I first 
slowly increased the pressure I was exerting with my 
lips, turning up the friction. Then I took my middle 
finger and began tracing around the rim of his ass, 
gently tickling the sensitive skin there. I slowly 
began working my finger into his asshole, hearing his 
moans intensify. Before long I had my finger entirely 
inside him, pressing on his swollen prostate. It drove 
him wild. 

He was approaching the point of no return, and very 
quickly, too. His breathing had gone beyond erratic and 
now sounded like it was a life-draining effort to keep 
his lungs filled with fresh air. He started making 
whimpering noises, his body now continually shuddering 
with pure sexual tension on the verge of bursting 
loose.

He let out a low, forceful moan. I barely heard him 
breathe, "Oh, fuck," before he tensed up completely and 
cried out. His cock swelled suddenly in my mouth and 
contracted again. One small spurt was followed by a 
thick stream of hot, sweet liquid that seemed to fill 
my mouth with the first gush. I quickly swallowed his 
spunk which, judging from the volume, had obviously 
been building up in his balls for quite some time, and 
then caught the rest of it as it literally flowed from 
his body.

I kept my lips around him until his prick stopped its 
spasms. I raised myself up to him, wrapped my arms 
around his robust torso, and pressed my mouth into his, 
where I shared with him the gift he'd given me. Our 
tongues seemed insistent on painting the insides of our 
mouths with his cum, our bodies melding into one with 
the heat we'd generated between us.

He was far from finished, though. His body easily 
overpowered mine (not that I was trying to resist him, 
mind you) and he gently pushed me down on the bench-
seat so we were lying down, him on top of me. His sexy 
eyes and smile fixed on me, he murmured seductively, 
"Your turn." He slid his hands under my shirt and 
slipped it up and off of my body, pulling it easily 
over my arms. He turned his attention to my neck, one 
of my sensitive spots. 

His tongue traced intricate lines while he slipped one 
hand down my bare chest to the top of my pants, which 
he'd already undone. His hand slid under my briefs, 
seized my still-hard shaft, and started stroking it. He 
moved down to it and let his hot breath flow over it, 
caressing it more gently than the most delicate flesh-
to-flesh contact could ever hope to. He substituted a 
stroking hand with a stroking tongue, making long, slow 
licks over my balls and cock. 

He pulled at my pants and briefs, a signal at which I 
lifted my hips up far enough for him to pull my pants 
and underwear down around my knees. He gave my cock a 
few tentative strokes with his hand before replacing it 
with his mouth. I could tell from his actions that he 
wasn't among the more experienced cock-suckers, but his 
mouth felt so hot and velvety soft it was like having 
the world's best cocksucker working on my prick. At 
this rate I wouldn't last very long at all.

He was mimicking some of my actions, swirling his 
tongue around my cock-head. I thought nothing of it; 
that was how I had learned to suck cock properly. I 
hadn't expected him to open his mouth and let a 
mouthful of saliva drench my cock, though.

He moved up to me and kissed me again.

I chuckled and asked him, "Tired?"

He shook his head slightly. "Fuck me," he whispered 
seductively.

I suddenly understood why he'd drenched my cock with 
saliva. "You sure?" I asked him.

He nodded, his eyes closed in desire. "If just your 
finger felt like it did, then I want to see what *you* 
will feel like."

I smiled at him and nodded slightly. He allowed me to 
get to a sitting position on the seat before turning 
around and getting on all fours, facing away from me.

I cupped my hand under my balls to catch some of his 
saliva. I rubbed it over my prick, then spat into my 
hand and applied it to his ass, working his ass muscles 
open slightly with two fingertips. I pressed my cock-
head into his waiting ass and held it there.

"Let me know if it becomes uncomfortable," I said.

His head turned partly back towards me, he nodded.

I pressed slightly harder, feeling his hole resist 
slightly. He moaned, so I waited a moment before 
continuing. I pushed a bit more and felt him start to 
open up. By pushing and waiting, pushing and waiting, I 
slowly worked my cock into him so that just my cock-
head was inside his ass.

Just then he reached back, grabbed my hips, and pushed 
back into me quickly and forcefully. He let out a loud, 
guttural cry, not a cry of pain but a cry of pleasure. 
Even so, it took me a moment to be sure.

"You all right?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Better than I ever imagined..." he trailed 
off.

With my prick buried inside his hot asshole, I ran my 
hands up his sides and around his chest and over his 
shoulders. I pulled his torso up to a backward-
reclining position. His asshole tightened up around my 
cock once he was in the upright position, and there was 
still room for me to fuck him slowly in this position. 
I ran my hands over his chest and nipples, finding all 
his erogenous zones one at a time. His cock was coming 
back to life, too, which didn't entirely surprise me.

I began fucking him slowly, gently, allowing him time 
to relax since what he'd said had all but given me a 
written confession that he'd never been fucked before. 
I grabbed his cock and began stroking it, slowly 
starting to jerk him off. He slid his hands back around 
to my butt cheeks, where he started massaging them 
gently.

I was so horny by this point that I started jerking him 
off faster and harder, pushing gently into him, until 
he started to moan again. He cried out and arched his 
back, his head lolling back over my shoulder. In a wave 
of hormones, I pushed my prick hard into him. I could 
feel his dick swell slightly in my hand and his cum 
began pumping out again. It spurted up his stomach and 
painted his abs in white spatters from the thin patch 
of black chest hairs down into his pubic hairs, where a 
slow stream of cum was flowing out his prick-slit, over 
my hand, and pooling into his pubic hair. His hands 
came around to his front and seized mine, and our hands 
began rubbing his cum all over his stomach and chest.

We began to clean up, using only our briefs so cum 
stains wouldn't be visible later. We only wiped off our 
hands, just so we wouldn't get it all over the place. 
Then he whispered in my ear, "Now fuck me hard. Not 
rough, but hard."

I understood what he meant. I waited for him to lean 
forward and brace himself on the seat again. I put my 
hands on his slim waist and began sliding my cock in 
and out of his ass. There was nothing rough about the 
way it went. I pushed forcefully but steadily into him 
and slid back out, then paused slightly before 
continuing. His moans signaled approval. 

I was using my whole body from the knees up for 
momentum, propelling myself deep inside his body 
without bouncing roughly off of his ass cheeks. I 
slowly started to increase the pace, starting to keep 
most of my body immobile while using only my hips to 
drive my shaft into him. His hot, hungry ass was just 
like his mouth: warm, velvety soft, and getting me even 
hotter. I was getting close really quickly.

Just then I could feel my balls tensing up and getting 
ready to explode. I said, "I'm gonna blow..." and 
gasped the last word out. Just as my cock contracted in 
climax and I could feel my cum boiling out of my balls, 
it felt like tons of the stuff came rushing out my 
cock-hole, expanding it beyond its normal capacity. 

Out of reflex I pushed into him so deeply I thought I 
would ram my balls inside his ass, too. I kept myself 
there for what seemed like twenty minutes, my shaft 
still shuddering inside him, cum still oozing out of my 
cock-slit, my eyes closed tightly in almost unbearable 
pleasure.

I slowly pulled out of him, my prick incredibly 
sensitive. As my prick popped out of his ass he turned 
over and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me deeply 
and pulling me down to the seat on top of him.

He said, "I don't need lunch now. I've had my protein 
infusion."

I laughed. "Yeah, but you also lost a lot in the 
process. And I mean a *lot*."

"I know." He giggled, then kissed me again. We got the 
furniture delivered all right, we weren't late coming 
back from lunch, and most importantly nobody noticed 
any cum-shots anywhere, but we saved many of our other 
adventures together for places more comfortable than 
the cab of a delivery truck.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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