Date: Thu,  5 Dec 2013 09:02:30 -0500
From: John skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Delivery Man 1

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The Delivery Man 1

JAS

 It was to be another hot day here in the mid-west. I had gotten to the
depot at 7AM to prepare for a long day.I had the usaul 4 deliveries of fuel
oil before I could quit for the day, around 4PM. After checking with the
office and checking out my rig I pulled over to the "yard" to collect my
first tanker.Looking at my schedule sheet I saw that I had two morning
loads to drop off. One was at a small business complex and the other was at
a small local college. An hour later I pulled up to the business complex of
three, low 2 story buildings. I found the manager waiting for me the front
door. We exchanged a few words about the weather and road conditions before
I drove around to the underground tanks to unload. When I finished I went
to the office to collect the check for the delivery.

On the road again I decided it was time for a break for coffee. I pulled
into the parking lot of my favorite diner. It was filled with about a dozen
other truckers, most veterans in their late forties. We exchanged greetings
as I order my usual coffee. So far the day had been normal.

  Now a little about myself. I am your typical mid-westerner, Oliver. I'm
about 6'1, redish blond hair, 29 year old, a little under 200 pounds on my
frame. My parents were Irish-Italians, giving me my redish blond hair and
olive skin. Driving the big rigs had developed my upper body and I used a
lot of my spare time to go to the gym to develop my lower body, especially
my legs. I'd seen too many drivers with overworked upper bodies on thin
lower torsos to not be aware of the dangers of getting out of shape. In
high school, where I was an average "C" student, I had played football and
soccer. I was not good enough among my peers to get a college scholarship.
My parents were typical middle class, struggling to raise three kids. There
was little money to spare for college. But there was something in the
family better than money-a rich love. My Siblings and I were close, sharing
our dreams, our hopes and our fears.

  Out of high school I had taken a job with a local trucker, as an
apprentice and general helper. He taught me much that would come in handy
later in life. At age 23 I got my first job as a trucker for a local
produce firm. I loved the freedom of being on the road, meeting people. My
life was good.I made good money and later could afford to buy a small house
outside of town. My social life revolved mostly around family and
neighbors. I had never had much interest in girls. They were Ok as friends
but there was no physical attraction for me. I preferred the company of my
high school buddies, the jocks.

  Today I was heading towards my second delivery to the small college. It
was August and hot! I had read in the local paper that the second level pro
football team was using the school's facilities for their two week summer
training camp. The guard at the gate directed me to go to the gym-sports
complex area where the underground storage tanks were located. Arriving I
was met by a young man in shorts and an open neck polo shirt. He waved me
over to a place next to a pump.

  I got out of the cab of my truck to greet him. He introduced himself as
Jason Kamp, an assistant coach for the team, the Warriors. He explained
that the team's owners had agreed to fill both the fuel oil tanks and the
gasoline tanks as a part of the deal to use the school's facilities. I
asked him if he was ready for me to dump my load. He looked shocked, then
embaressed. I realized that he had seen another meaning in my question. He
was short, about 5'7, with a nice tan and dark brown hair. I guessed about
25 years old.

  After an uncomfortable silent, he recovered and told me to "dump my load"
in the tanks on the side of the building and then come into the office to
collect the first of the checks.  It took about forty minutes to properly
unload the fuel oil and check to make sure that all the safety catches were
properly locked. I finished and walked over to the offices, asking the
young college student there if I could use the men's room to wash up. After
giving me the once over, he directed me to the one right off the lobby. I
washed my handsand then decided to unload all the coffee that I had been
drinking. As I stood at the urinal, letting my stream out, the young man
from the front desk came in and stood at the adjoining urinal. He unzipped,
pulled out a decent sized cock. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to
piss. But he did stare at my soft 7" cock. I was used to that, having been
propositoned many times on my route. I finished, zipped up, and returned to
the sink to wash my hands. I looked up into the mirror to see him turning
sideways to show me his hard cock. It was a nice one but I had work to
do. After drying my hands, I asked him where I could find the offices for
the Warriors. He seemd disppointed that I did not want "to play" but gave
me directions to their second floor offices. To be nice, I told him thanks
and that I hoped to see him later. His reply was delivered seductively,
"Have a nice day and enjoy our campus".

   Upstairs, I found the offices for the atheletic department. Now they
were being used by the Warriors staff. It was a large open space with space
4 desks. Jason was on the phone when I entered. He motioned for me to have
a seat. The air conditioning felt good after being outside most of the
morning. I was in our summer uniform, a pair of grey shorts, work boots,
grey socks and a grey with the sleeves cut off. Our company name, Acme, was
on the front pocket along with my name. While waiting I looked around and
was impressed with all of the trophies and awards.

   Jason finished his call and turned to me. He seemed flushed as I spread
my legs when I turned around to him. "I've just talked to our accounting
offices at the stadium. They've just gotten the faxed invoice and will cut
a check. It'll take about 30 minutes to get it over here. Sorry about the
delay" he explained. I told him since it was my last delivery of the
morning I was in no rush. He asked if I had ever seen the sports
facilities. I told him no, I hadn't had the chance. He invited me to tour
them with him while we waited for the check. As we were leaving, passing
the cute guy at the lobby desk, he told him that he was expecting a
messenger with an envelope for him and that he was to sign for it and put
it in his mailbox.

  As we exited from the cool of the offices, the heat hit us. It was a
short walk from the office building to the main gym. By the time we arrived
at the gym, my shirt was soaked, clinging to my chest.

We walked down a flight of stairs to the non-public areas usualy reserved
for the atheletes. Jason explained that most of the team would arrive later
that day but that a few of the players were already here. We walked into
the weight room, filled with all the usual equipemnt that you'd expect.
There were two guys working out. I recognized one of them as the
quarterback Brent Coleman. Jason introduced me to Brent and the running
back, Donte Salvo. They had been in camp for three days, catching up on
their plays.  Just as I began to tell Brent that I'd followed his career
all the way from college to his first season with the team, Jason's cell
rang. He excused himself and walked away to take care of it. He came back
with a worried look on his face. "Guys, I have to go over to the infirmary
to check on something. Brent can you two show Oliver around the facility?"
he asked. They both agreed and Jason rushed off.

  "Well, there's not much to see except the weight room, the physio room,
the locker room and the showers. But we'll take you around." Brent said.
The tour was short and ended up in the locker room next to the showers.
Both guys said they needed to shower before lunch. I started to go but they
told me to wait, they'd only be a few minutes. I sat on one of the benches
watching them undress. Both had well defined muscles covering their bodies.
The six pacs, or more correctly 8 pacs, were standing out on their shaved
chests. Brent and Donte dropped their workout shorts and stood there in
just well filled jocks. They stripped them off and headed for the shower. I
was stunned at the sight of those two hunks with above average cocks
swinging between their legs.

  I sat for a few minutes, then bored, got up to look around the locker
room. As I neared the showers I heard the distinctive sound of moaning
coming from the showers. Curious, I walked towards the sounds. As I turned
the corner I saw Brent leaning against the shower wall. Donte was behind
him about to enter Brent's ass with his now massive cock. I instinctively
grabbed my own boner, fishing it out of my shorts.

  Brent let out aloud moan as the massive tool entered his tight tunnel.
Donte slowed his entry to let his man get used the wide, purple black
head. Inch by inch he pushed into Brent's white ass. He finally bottomed
out and Brent gave out a sigh. At that moment my shorts fell to the floor,
the belt making a clanging noise. Both men looked around to see me pulling
on my now 9" hard cock. They smiled, "Looks like someone is interested."
Donte said. Brent just let out another moan as Donte gave him a pump, then
pulled almost out of him. I was pumping my cock furiously and using my
other hand to pinch my nipples under my opened shirt. Donte pulled out
completely. He and Brent walked over to me slowly. Each of them proceeded
to undress me while kissing my neck and feeling my body. They made short
work of my remaining cloths. Each ome placed a hand on my shoulders,
forcing me to my knees. Faced with these 2 hard cocks, my natural reactions
took over. I swallowed Donte's cock first then switched to Brent's. As I
did this I glanced up to see them kissing, exchanging tongues.

  They broke apart and looked down on me, both smiling. Each man grabbed an
arm and pulled me up into a three way embrace while grabbing an ass cheek.
I felt one then two fingers explore my crack, searching for my hole. Now I
was no virgin and I knew what was coming next.Donte turned me around so
that my back was to Brent.I heard him reach for the wall mounted soap
container and squeeze out some onto his hand. Donte whispered into my
ear"Are you ready, are you a virgin?" I shook my head in the negative as
Brent slipped a finger into my hole. A minute later another finger joined
the first. His fingers sent a jolt through my body. He worked them around,
opening my hole wider. He scissored them to make the space available for
his hard cock. I felt the stiff tool, resting against my ass cheek. He
moved slightly withdrawing his fingers and then I felt the head of his cock
push into the vacated space. Pausing for just a few seconds, he then enterd
me fully in one push. I moaned and pushed back onto the invading cock. "I
think we have a keeper" he said to Donte. Both men embraced over my leaning
body as I felt the two hard cocks push into my holes. The timing was
perfect. They were sending me into overdrive.

   Just as I thought I would blow my own load without touching myself, they
stopped. Brent and Donte pulled out of my holes. "Time to switch" Donte
whispered. Brent spun me around, forcing my mouth onto his shiny, ass
juiced cock. Donte was quick to enter the hole that Brent had opened for
him. "Man you sure know how to get a hole ready for my big dick", he told
Brent. I grabbed Brent's ass and pushed his cock deep into my throat. Just
as they were on the field , they were a team in sex play. I tightened my
ass muscles around Donte's dick. He moaned and quickened his pace. Suddenly
he stopped, gave out a roar and pushed deep into my body filling me. At the
same time Brent, grabbing my head, forced his cock deep into my throat
filling me with his jock seed. I came, hands free, on the floor beneath
me. Standing there with my two jocks unloading into my body was the best
treat I could ever remember. We collapsed onto the floor of the shower.
Brent leaned over and asked if I had worked up an appetite. Yeah, I was
starving after that intense exercise. We showered and I was invited to join
them for the team lunch.

On the way I stopped by the truck and called in telling Marcy, our
communications person, that I was taking my lunch break. As we walked into
the lunch room, Jason entered with the check in his hand. "Did you enjoy
the tour? " he asked. Both Brent and Donte let out a soft laugh as I said
"yes". Donte chimed in "It was our pleasure to show him the ropes." At that
Brent cracked up and Jason just looked puzzled before a light bulb went off
in his head. "Oh, so is he coming to the party at the end of camp?" he
asked them. I looked at them, puzzled. "If he wants to and is man enough ",
Brent replied.

 Jason seemed to stumble a minute before saying, almost shyly, "The guys
told me how co-operative you were with them and how much they enjoyed your
company. We were wondering if you might be free tonight to get to know each
other better?". I thought for a minute, I had no plans for this or many
other nights. I said "Ok, but don't they have a curfew?" He quickly said,
"No, the camp hasn't really started yet." I gave him directions to my house
and told him I'd be there after 7PM. I returned to the office to check with
our manager about the morning delivery. He was a big fan of the team and
agreed.

Next, if you want, part 2 the party at my house