Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2002 22:50:34 -0500
From: Benjamin Wordsmith <hexas@hotmail.com>
Subject: Paying Back the Milkman

Paying back the milkman
A story by Benjamin Wordsmith
Copyright 2002 Benjamin Wordsmith, all rights reserved.

Standard disclaimers apply - Don't read this if you shouldn't (due to laws
or whatnot), don't sue me if you go blind from jacking off to this story,
and above all, enjoy.

This story does contain sex between two consenting adults. I really didn't
specify a time-period, mainly because this story idea just came to me this
morning. My brain is a bit addled with fever, but I digress. Without
further ado, I give you the story.



Paying Back the Milkman

George Steinem was the milkman for Cottersville, a small town in
Wisconsin. He was still considered a newcomer to the area, despite living
on the edge of town for the past three and a half years. He enjoyed his
job, but primarily kept to himself when he wasn't working. Even though most
of Cottersville knew him by name, very few of the people knew anything
substantial about him, and George liked it that way.

He started delivering milk when he first moved to Cottersville, and for the
first five months it was simply just helping Jarvis Klein with the parts of
the route that were more difficult. You see, Jarvis was 68 years old, and
was looking to retire.

After he'd been there for five months, Jarvis began teaching George with
the intent of him replacing Jarvis when he retired that October.

Jarvis enjoyed his work, he got up early, finished his deliveries before
noon, and rarely dealt with any of the men of Cottersville.

He liked that most of all, because if the men didn't take care of their
"husbandly duties", he got to "help" the ladies out. He was always
discreet, and careful to a fault, because he knew that if his secret was
found out, he'd have to leave town in a very big hurry.

He enjoyed working on the ladies, one at a time, slowly becoming friendly
with them, and offering to help them out around the house after his work
was done. They of course were very grateful that anyone would take time out
of their busy schedule to help them - most of the women of Cottersville
were underappreciated and overworked taking care of the household chores
and the children.

His latest attempted conquest was Shirley-Sue Barnsley. She was hard to get
to, but in the end he got what he wanted, as did Shirley-Sue, even when she
didn't know she'd wanted it before. Her husband Carter Barnsley was a
carpenter, who was ever-busy with work, or at the pub after work.  That
gave George more than enough time for Shirley-Sue.

The day after George's "helping" Shirley-Sue, he had gone through the route
with a spring in his step and a whistle on his lips. He was on top of the
world, he had dozens of pretty ladies who made themselves available to him
at his beck and call, and word with the lady-folk was spreading like
wildfire.

This went on for quite some time, until one crisp September morning...

George arrived at Shirley-Sue's home, knocked quickly on the door, and was
surprised to see Carter Barnsley answer the door.

Carter looked a little warm despite the crisp autumn morning, and he
invited George in before George could explain his reason for being there
(he always had a backup excuse).

"Why don't you have a seat, George? Would you like something to drink?
Water, milk, maybe some pop or a cold beer?" Carter offered.

"No thanks, I'm fine Carter. I will take you up on that seat though" George
said as he sat himself down on their new couch.

"I just wanted to voice my appreciation for you helpin' out Shirley-Sue
with the chores around the house. I don't spend nearly the amount of time I
should with her. I'm workin' on that though.  So, what brings you out here
to our neck of the woods, George?" Carter asked.

"I just wanted to see if Shirley-Sue needed help with anything today. I
guess I'll just go since she doesn't seem to be here..." George said as he
nervously looked around the place.

"Actually, I could use some help with something, George..." Carter said
with a strange inflection on the word "Something". George stopped glancing
nervously about the room and could barely believe his eyes when he turned
to look at Carter! Carter was rubbing his crotch suggestively, showing a
promising bulge within his bluejeans.

"Uhhh... you have the wrong idea, Carter. I don't go for that..." George
said with obvious discomfort.

"Oh, but I think you do, or at least you will. Y'see, I know what kind of
things you help the women-folk of this here town with." Carter said.

"W-What do you mean by that?" George said.

"A man starts noticing things, especially when he's gone from home so
often, and the little lady doesn't complain about not getting enough
attention. A man also notices things like a milk-truck being in front of
his house for hours at a time, and no milkman in sight... A man also
notices when another man is with his wife while her husband is supposed to
be off working, especially when he comes home early on their
anniversary."Carter explained.

"W-what are you gonna do about it, huh?" George said.

"Well... I'd like a little help with this here problem. It's been botherin'
me for awhile, and the little lady doesn't like the taste, so I thought
perhaps you'd be willing to sample some of my cream. I'd be ever so
grateful to you if you would..." Carter offered.

"N-no! I don't want to, and you can't make me!" George said.

"Ah, you're still a young tyke compared to most of the guys here in
Cottersville. I wonder how they'd take it if they knew you were out foolin'
around with their wives while they were making a living at an honest day's
work." Carter said.  "You wouldn't do that..." George said.

"Wouldn't I? I don't know, a man gets a little crazy when he's desperate
for some "attention", if you know what I mean." Carter said with a big grin
on his rugged face.

"W-Well... w-what do y-you want me to do?" George stuttered.

"I think that's pretty obvious, George. Just come on over here and get to
work on this here problem I'm havin'. If you're good enough, maybe I won't
let your little indiscretions slip out while I'm sloshed at the bar,
obviously distraut over the attentions you've been gracing my wife with."
Carter said.

George took off his white milkman's cap, straightened his white uniform,
and nervously made his way to the easy-chair Carter was reclining in.

"That's a good boy. Come and get it, I know you'll like my cream..." Carter
said.

George knelt in front of Carter, between his legs, gulping a little at the
sheer size of the meat Carter was packing between his sturdy legs. He'd
never been more uncomfortable in his life, he'd never felt so helpless, and
at the same time, he'd never been more turned on.

George undid the button on Carter's blue jeans, and hesitated at the
zipper, when Carter let out a happy sigh. Seeing how much Carter was
enjoying the anticipation really turned George on even more, something he
never thought would happen. He'd never wanted to be with a man before.
He'd never even really thought about it, but something about this whole
situation felt right.

Carter patted George on the shoulder and said, "Come on, what're you
waiting for? My nuts are boiling right now, feel 'em!" and placed George's
hand on his nuts, so he could feel them through his blue jeans. "Those big
boys are waiting with some cream just for you, Georgie!" Carter said with
an erotic gleam in his eye.

George felt Carter's nuts through his tight jeans, and gasped at the sheer
size of them. Without any warning, George leaned forward, unzipped Carter's
jeans, and pulled them down around Carter's ankles. George felt Carter's
nuts again, this time through his underwear. They felt warm and very
heavy. George couldn't help but notice the musky smell he'd uncovered.
Sweat and soap mingling together to make Carter's own personal scent,
something which George couldn't get enough of. It wasn't a dirty smell,
just.. interesting.

"Yeah, sonny! Lick it, pull it out of my shorts and get to work!" Carter
said.

George obliged rather quickly, pulling Carter's underwear down around his
ankles, and pulling them off along with Carter's pants. He then leaned in
for a closer look, and breathed Carter's scent in deeply.

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that, Georgie. Now be a good man and do your
work!" Carter encouraged.

George didn't need any further direction, he started tonguing Carter's
ball-sac, teasing each of his balls with rapid tongue-flicks, and light
suction. Carter moaned throatily and ran his fingers through George's hair.

George licked his way around Carter's crotch, slathering his balls with
spit, and licking where Carter's leg met his pelvic region.

He methodically made his way around Carter's hard dick, being sure to tease
it without actually touching it, yet.

The attention he was receiving left Carter a whimpering mess, slouched down
in his easy chair to give George the best access he could to his crotch.

George took advantage of the access by teasing the tip of Carter's dick
with the tip of his tongue.  Carter moaned loudly, whimpering for more.

George slipped the head of Carter's dick inside his mouth, and knew
immediately that this would not be the last time that he'd be this close to
Carter Barsnley, that he'd never be able to get enough of him, or any man
for that matter.

George relaxed the muscles in his throat, and felt Carter's hard prick
slipping deep down his gullet as Carter moaned appreciatively.

"Man, the wife never was this good! The few times she tried it, she acted
all prim and proper, she treated it with distaste!" Carter said.

By this time, Carter was panting heavily, precum dripping out of his slit,
and quickly being lapped up by a suddenly very hungry and thirsty George.

George ran his hands up and down Carter's legs, especially between his
thighs. Noticing Carter's reaction as he hit certain spots, George began
exploring those areas with his tongue, while Carter groaned his
appreciation.

George finally got to Carter's buns, and decided to give him a lick around
that area.. Carter's eyes shot open REAL wide.

Carter almost protested, almost... but the sensations George's tongue was
giving him were new and powerful.

George went to town on Carter's asshole, but after a bit Carter asked him
to stop.

"You're in luck, George. I never thought I'd say this, but you seem to be
enjoying yourself so much, that I thought I'd give some of this a try. Care
to hop out of that uniform?" Carter asked.

George never undressed so quickly before in his life. All of this was so
new, and the feelings washing over him were unfamiliar as well.

He ached inside, ached with need, and with longing.  He also felt a strange
feeling in his back side. A different type of ache.

George stood in front of Carter's easy chair, giving him easy access to his
body.  Carter surprised both of them, as he pulled George down, and kissed
him deeply, his tongue begging for entrance into George's mouth.

George opened his mouth, and their tongues played together as they basked
in the passion that washed over them both.

Carter stood up in front of George, kissed his lips gently, and then began
rubbing and kissing his way down George's body.

George moaned, especially when Carter paused a moment to lick, nibble and
suck at the crook of his neck.

"Oh God! Don't stop, Carter!" George moaned.

Carter had no intention of stopping, in fact he kept on going, licking and
caressing his way down George's chest, playing and teasing his nipples
briefly, before licking his way down the little happy-trail of fuzz between
his pectoral muscles, leading down to his belly button and parts onward.

Carter relished the new feelings he was feeling inside. He'd been planning
this for days, but he never thought he'd be reciprocating, and he only
thought he'd enjoy the feel of a mouth on his cock, he never thought he'd
actually WANT to George, or any man.

Carter teased George's belly button, darting his tongue in and out of it,
enjoying the way George shuddered a little, then gripped Carter's head
between his hands, encouraging him to move downards.

Carter looked upwards, grinning ear to ear, and winked at George, then
suddenly sucked George's hard, dripping cock into his mouth.

Carter watched George's shocked expression, chuckling a bit, then slid down
George's dick deeper into his mouth.

Carter bobbed contentedly upon Georges member for a little while, and
explored his legs and thighs with his hands and fingers.

Suddenly, Carter stopped, turned George around and had George sit down in
his easy-chair, legs spread, giving Carter full reign of George's hot body.

Carter didn't return to George's cock just yet, instead he gave George the
treatment he'd received earlier. Carter licked between George's thighs,
upwards toward's his crotch, and began licking around George's asshole.

Pausing briefly, Carter said with a wink, "Thought since I enjoyed what you
did down here so much, perhaps you'd like it, too."

Carter returned to the work at hand (or at mouth), and licked and teased
George's rosebud, slipping his tongue a little inside, then pulling it out
and rubbing it around the outside a bit before piercing it once again.

George was enjoying the tongue-fucking immensely. He never thought he'd
enjoy anything this much. He liked it better than anything he'd done with
the women of Cottersville, in fact, in comparison, they were dull and
boring! "Give me a horny man any day!" George thought to himself with a
smile.

Carter licked his way up from George's hot hole and began licking and
sucking George's balls.  He noticed that George liked having them licked
rather than sucked, and obliged accordingly.

George's eyes got really big when Carter slipped a finger into his
asshole. He was about to complain, when the sensations back there finally
pierced his erotic haze.

Carter began licking and sucking George's shaft, and nibbled it gently
before slipping George's hard dick down his throat in one fell swoop.

As he deepthroated George's cock, Carter slipped another finger into his
hole, and after a little while a third finger found it's way up there.

Carter stopped for a moment, licked his way up George's body, kissed him
deeply on the lips and then stood up, presenting his semi-hard cock to
George for some attention.

George licked and sucked Carter's pre-cum that was dripping from his cock,
paying special attention to the underside of the head. Carter was harder
than he'd been in a very long time.

Carter gently pulled George's greedy sucking mouth from his rock-hard cock,
and pushed him back into the folds of the easy-chair.

Carter ran his tongue along the rim of George's hole, and licked and sucked
it some more, trying to spread his legs more so he could spear him better
with his tongue.

George moaned throatily at the attentions he was receiving at the hands (or
lips) of Carter.

Finally, Carter could stand it no more, he stood up, spat a little on his
already wet dick, and began to slip it into George's aching hole.

George tensed up a bit, his eyes closing in nervous anticipation, until he
felt Carter's lips upon his, his tongue slipping from his mouth to meet and
mingle with Carter's.

Slowly, bit by bit, inch by inch, Carter slipped his erect manhood into
George's quivering hole, their moans mixing together, both of them lost in
the feeling of their unity.

Suddenly, Carter felt George's hair tickling his balls - Carter was
completely inside George now, and completely overwhelmed by the sensations
his dick was experiencing. The inside of George's ass felt like warm
velvet, sliding over Carter's prick, sucking him deeper into him, massaging
his dick and making him feel week in the knees.

Carter began slipping out slowly, when George wrapped his legs around
Carter, locking them around Carter's back, and pulling him forcefully back
into his depths.

"Now where do you think you're going with that hard cock of yours, Carter?"
George asked.

Carter grinned, and began thrusting gently in and out of George's
asshole. As he slowly skewered George on his member, Carter began exploring
George's body - what parts he could reach - with his hands. Touching,
caressing, stroking and fondling, all in an effort to discover George's
sensitive areas.

As he picked up the pace a little, Carter began nibbling and sucking
lightly on George's nipples, enjoying the way he writhed on his hard
member.

After a few minutes of that, George gently pulled Carter's head off his
chest, and kissed him, savoring the feeling in both ends of his body.

Carter kissed with zeal as his thrusts picked up their pace, and soon he
was slamming hard into George's ass, George crying out for more between
kisses.

Finally, Carter couldn't take anymore, and began thrusting even harder and
more rapidly than he'd done at all that day. George was moaning
uncontrollably, panting, short of breath.

Without warning, George's asshole clenched down on Carter's throbbing cock,
as George orgasmed without touching his dick. The muscle-spasms wracking
George's body set off Carter's prick inside George's ass, filling him to
the brim with cum.

Carter came so much that it began leaking out of George's hole, despite his
slowly deflating cock still lodged in there. Neither one of them noticed
this, however, since they were too busy kissing and caressing each other's
bodies, basking in the afterglow of their hot session.

After half an hour of cuddling and kissing together, George and Carter got
up and tried to re- situate themselves. They had a hard time of it, at
first, their chest-fur was stuck together with George's cum that had
sprayed over them both.

They chuckled a bit, and went to take a warm shower together before George
had to leave.

"Thanks for stopping by, George. Maybe you can come back again sometime and
help me with a few projects around the house..." Carter said with a grin.

"Sure thing, Carter! I was happy to be of.. Uhh... service." George
replied.



That was the first but most definitely not the last session that George and
Carter had. They kept their goings-on secret for quite some time, up until
Shirley-Sue passed away. They had no children, so Carter packed his things
up, and he and George moved out of town to a nice little home of their own,
out in New Mexico.

The women had missed George's company for quite some time. He was never
quite the same after that visit with Carter. The men of Cottersville though
REALLY missed him!

But that, my friends, is another story.

Please send comments, constructive criticism, and suggestions to
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Thanks for reading,
Sincerely,
Benjamin Wordsmith