UNLOADING THE DELIVERY MAN - by Ivan Marsoovian
By now most of the men had drifted out of the lounge. I looked into the bar but decided against another drink. The only two customers, seated together at the far end, were engaged in what seemed a very intimate conversation, each with an arm about the other and heads close together as the tall, ruggedly handsome bartender leaned close from the opposite side of the counter. I could hear voices coming from the direction of the game room, but decided on another cup of coffee before checking the action at the pool tables.
The coffee shop was almost deserted; the only signs of life being two truckers seated at the counter sipping coffee. One was an older man with a prominent gut. The other was a slightly rough version of the clean-cut, all-American type; blond, blue-eyed, crew cut and square jawed with a tall, well-developed physique. He glanced at me briefly but looked quickly away under my steady gaze and the older man ignored me entirely. There was no sign of a counterman. An empty hand truck stood in the doorway to the kitchen and a clipboard with invoices lay on the back work table so I assumed that he was in the rear with a delivery man putting away recently delivered supplies.
"Reb's in back helping the delivery man unload," one of the men said. "He's been back there for a while. If you want coffee you can get it yourself."
I had only had a glimpse of Reb, and just a nod from him earlier while being shown around. Reb had been behind the counter busy with a sudden influx of business so we hadn't paused to be introduced. Dad had explained that he was an excellent counterman and hard working employee, and also a no nonsense type man who could hold his own against Uncle Steve whom he worked with at kitchen duties.
I went back to see if I could be of any help but when I reached what I knew to be my Uncle Steve's small office at the rear of the kitchen, I paused at the open door to find that indeed there was a tradesman making a delivery, but at the moment he was preparing to make one down the throat of the counterman. Standing in the doorway I could smell the steamy aroma of man-sweat in the office coming off the near naked delivery man. I could see the delivery man in profile, stretched out in Steve's reclining office chair with his pants and shorts down around his ankles and his shirt off and tossed on the desktop. He was leaning back in a reclining position with his hands behind his neck gazing at the ceiling with his eyes closed while Reb's head bobbed at his crotch and the deliveryman's hips snapped up to meet each downward plunge of his cocksucker's mouth on his shaft. His cock was at least seven plus inches long, but thin, in proportion to his build.
The delivery man was a later thirties aged man, a big-boned skinny man, very tall, maybe six-six, longish dark hair and a thick walrus style mustache. He was very much enjoying his blow-job grunting and sighing with obvious pleasure. I watched them for a full minute before the deliveryman occasionally called out "Oh yeah! Oh yeah, Reb, keep doing it like that and I'll nut for you!"
Reb looked up momentarily to where I stood at the open door, coming off the long shaft, but he just grinned and winked and resumed his lustful servicing of the delivery man who was too far gone in an advanced state of rapture to even notice the brief interruption, assuming that the counterman had paused to swallow saliva or take a deep breath. Because he continued I didn't leave but watched them from the doorway while hearing the delivery man in the chair groan and sigh and talk softly to his cocksucker until, suddenly, the delivery man grabbed the counterman's head and pulled him off.
"Aw, fuck! I love it! Aw, fuck, I love it!" the delivery man repeated over and over while Reb's head bobbed slowly taking the full length of the delivery man's cock with each deep-throat stroke of his head. "Aw, fuck, Reb, make love to that thing! Aw, yeah! Just like that; don't stop!" Reb continued cock-sucking for a full ten minutes until I heard the delivery man moan and pull Reb off him.
"Aw! Hold off. Not yet! I wanna hang on my jisom one more time as long as I can. OK? You got more time to spare ain't you? I'm never in a hurry when I'm getting me a good blow-job."
"Sure, Larry, take your time," his cocksucker replied and then I saw him licking the man's belly and chest and suck his nipples causing him to moan loudly. He leaned back with his hands behind his head letting Reb lavish his tongue all over him lapping up into his pits causing Larry to squirm in the chair and moaning loudly.
"Oh my god I love that! Aw, fuck it feels so good," he said.
"And you taste and smell real good to me, too, Larry. "I like that manly smell and taste."
"Yeah? I must be kind of stinky," Larry said.
"You're MY kind of stinky," Reb said, "Man, Larry, you always taste so good."
"Mmmmmm! Lick my sweaty balls and butt hole, I'm tasty there too, and I do like the way you do it!" Larry said scooting deeper in the chair and Reb sucked his balls and then went under them to tongue his ass hole.
"Awwww, fucking yeah-h-h-h-h! Larry groaned. "Aw, suck my hole out!"
"Like that, don't you," Reb asked softly, and the delivery man answered with just a loud groan of satisfaction.
Reb started licking Larry's balls and around them and the inside of his thighs before lapping upward again over his belly and chest and nosed up into his armpit snorting deeply then licking first one then the other causing the delivery man to squirm around as Reb's tongue lapped his deep, sweaty armpits causing Larry to squirm around and moaning loudly.
"You always taste and smell awful good, Larry," Reb said; "Especially today you're really extra ripe."
"Yeah, I bet I do after all the lugging I've been doing all morning. I knocked my self out all day yesterday and went home and crashed out and woke up late and had to skip my shower and get my ass down to work so I probably smell like a dog," Larry wisecracked. "Do it, I like it, knock yourself out if you can stand the way I stink."
"I like the way you are. That's what turns me on, you could go all week and I'd like it even more," Reb said and pushed his face down under Larry's balls and worked on them and nuzzled under them causing Larry to raise his long legs sliding his ass to the edge of the chair, and the counterman ducked under the tangle of clothing to resume nosing deeper into Larry's wide-open crotch.
"Pull my britches off and you can get at me better and lick my ass and balls easier," Larry said and Reb quickly removed them over Larry's shoes and then Larry leaned back with is ass at the edge of the chair and put one foot on a nearby cabinet and the other on the edge of the desk and was wide open to let Reb root around under his balls to lick his asshole a few minutes then pushed him away and dropped his long legs again.
He stood and knelt on the chair offering his ass again.
"Fuck! Eat my fucking hole out, suck it deep and lap the whole fucking crack of my ass. God that turns me on! Oh yeah! Do it! Get your tongue up in my asshole!"
Reb quickly complied lapping the whole length of the deliveryman's ass crack before burrowing into his asshole with his tongue.
Reb pulled back and looked at Larry's wide open asshole.
"I'm getting a brown tongue," Reb said. "You gave me a taste. Thanks, stud."
"You sucked my hole so hard it just came out; I couldn't hold back -- sorry," Larry groaned.
"Nothing to be sorry about. I liked the sample," Reb replied. "You can feed me anytime."
"Keep deep sucking my hole like that and you're gonna have an early lunch," Larry said.
I've been thinking about getting this blow-job and one of your ass licks all the way up here! Man, you can sure make a man feel good! These twice-a-week blow-jobs went and spoiled me rotten, Reb; I don't know what the fuck I'd do without you. Don't ever leave this job," Larry sighed. "Ain't nothing like a blow-job, better than screwing my old lady. I can just lay back and let you do all the work and all I gotta do is enjoy it. I could let you do it all day, Reb! I like that tongue work you do on my pits, nuts and my butt-hole, too. You sure got a long tongue -- wow! You're sure making my prick feel awful good. Do it real slow and steady but make it last! I want to feel my nuts start catching fire and I'll shoot you a big mouthful."
"I'm in no hurry, Larry; none at all relax an' enjoy it."
"I sure am gonna do that, Reb. You bet!" Larry sighed.
Now and then as Reb cock-sucked the delivery man would moan and toss his head from side to side calling out, "God, I love that! God, I can't get me enough of it, Reb. Suck it, man, suck it! Oh yeah!"
Reb continued cocksucking for a long time before Larry gave a sigh and then spoke.
"I wish I could stay longer, you've been at it a half an hour, but I guess I gotta be going soon and you do too, so get back on me and get my nuts off for me, Reb. Suck it like you were doing and I'll shoot you a big load of jisom. I'm sure loaded this time, Reb."
The counterman resumed his deep cocksucking while Larry sprawled back in the chair with his feet drawn back and his knees spread open wide. Larry lay back with his eyes closed and I saw his arms stretched outward and his big hands were clenched into fists that kept opening and closing with the beat of Reb's steady cock-sucking. Reb worked steadily on him another ten minutes until Larry gave a loud groan.
"Suck it! Suck it! Yeah, Reb. Oh, yeah. Suck that jisom out of me, Reb. It won't be long, keep doing it like that. I got a big load for you. Aw, shit, you're the best! Keep going like that don't stop and don't change the beat!" he sighed softly arching his spine to thrust his long slim cock deeper in Reb's mouth with every down stroke and I saw his abdominal muscles begin to roll rhythmically. It was only a few more minutes before I heard Larry gasp loudly and cry out.
"Aw, fuck! I'M GONNA BLOW! I'M CUMMIN! OH! TAKE IT! Take it! Take it, Aw, fuck; I'm making it, Reb!"
He grabbed Reb's head, stilled it and continued to spurt his sperm down the Reb's throat while he continued to quake all over and making a loud ruckus having his orgasm that I was sure must have been audible out in the lunch room. After a moment or two Reb gulped, licked his lips while looking up at him and then wiped his mouth on his arm before speaking.
"Is that all you got for me Larry? All that work made me thirsty," he whispered.
"You want the rest, `eh?" the delivery man asked.
"You know I always do. Got any?" Reb asked, hopefully.
"Sure, but I gotta stand up to pee," the delivery man said and he got to his feet offering his softening cock to Reb who remained on his knees.
Larry poked his cock in Reb's mouth and then stood with his hands on his hips and again lifted his head to stare off into space, still not being aware that I was slightly behind him at the doorway. I heard Reb swallowing and Larry made little bursts of sighs then after another minute or so he shivered all over and pulled away.
"That's it, Reb, you got it all. Wooie! Wow! That was sure good. I wish my wife could satisfy me like you do!" he snickered, "Got something to wipe up on?
"Aw, let me do it," Reb said, then took a kitchen towel from a pile near by. The deliveryman stood at ease while Reb wiped his face and then mopped his balls and crotch before reaching around to wipe his saliva from the crack of Larry's ass, and then he looked at it, turned it to a clean side and mopped his sweaty face. Larry reached for his shirt but before he put it on I saw Reb lick his chest before nosing up to lick his pits again before he wiped them with the towel. Reb sniffed the towel deeply before tossing the towel in a laundry basket nearby. Larry reached down to retrieve his shorts, then his pants.
"Damn! A good blow-job and a bath all at one stop," Larry grinned. "Wish all my other stops were like this and I'd really enjoy route work five days a week instead of just this stop."
"Yep," Reb said, "all the delivery men that come up here seem to appreciate havin' help unloadin' their trucks."
"Especially when Steve turns Billy loose on them. What's you think of Billy's brand of house pleasures?" Reb asked.
"Man, I never knew anybody like that kid! My god, I don't believe what he likes to do with his men." "What did you think of it? Like what he did?" Reb asked.
"I thought he was pretty weird, but Steve insisted and damn, that freaky stuff really turned me on for some reason. I liked it, but I'll settle for you. I don't have all that extra time to take on Billy very often. You're just plain convenient. You help with the unloading."
"And unloading your nuts," Larry chuckled, while he stood fastening his pants, and before I was observed by the deliveryman I retreated to the counter again and I poured myself a cup of the brew and sat at the counter, some distance removed from the truckers.
Eventually the counterman appeared from the kitchen looking as though recently engaged in heavy labor by the sheen of sweat on his face that he wiped away with his apron as he approached.
"Sorry boys, any one for refills on the coffee?" he said carrying the pot to refill the coffee cups. "I had to help unload some supplies back there."
"Yeah, so we heard. They must be awful heavy we heard somebody back there grunting and groaning trying to lift something heavy," one of the truckers at the counter wisecracked.
The deliveryman appeared, picked up his clipboard and pushed the hand truck into the back area and I assumed to the rear outside delivery entrance. A moment later I heard delivery truck pulling away. Reb, the counterman, pushed several cartons under the counter then approached me with a big smile.
"Like I said, I had to help the delivery man unload -- some supplies. It always takes him a long time to unload. They always need help," he smiled. "You ready for somethin' to eat?"
After a light meal I wandered around the lodge, and sat outside on the porch for a while at times dozing off. When I awoke it was past dusk. I went inside again, took a leak and then went back to where Reb was attending to two truckers who were finishing a meal at the counter. Reb was chatting with them as they ate. I sat at the counter a couple stools away and ordered coffee.