Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2024 12:14:24 +0000
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Subject: Delivering Loads - Part 10

Delivering Loads - Part 10

Circle of life

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Delivering Loads - Part 10

Bryan and Benny have a proposition for us,

We're in The Feathers, in the parlour, we never come in here, red velvet
seating, chintzy drapes fancy carpet and 5p a pint dearer.

We prefer the bare floor, leatherette seating and pool table and views of
fit blokes in the tap room.

Anyway, we're all here, Tom and Frank, me and Dick, Josh and Benny and
Bryan.

`We were thinking that we could each save a load of dough if we shared
Westcott. We'd have a big bedroom each and the lounge and dining room ,
kitchen and the bathroom of course.',

We nodded and looked at our partners, Benny handed out a sheet. Here's what
you'd pay, and I've included last years bills, heating and the other boring
stuff.

`Wow that's like a third of what we pay now!' Said Tom and I nodded, Josh
shuffled, embarrassed,

`what about me, are you dumping me lads?' Said Josh.

`No way, I've gotta have somewhere to dump my spunk',

`yeah, me too' said Dick,

`So I'd still sleep with you two smelly fuckers?'

We nodded,

`well fucking count me in',

We laughed at his cheek, he doesn't pay us a penny, he's always skint.

`So what about rules?' says Tom. `If the place is a mess, I couldn't bear
it',

`Well we'd keep the cleaner on, twice a week, kitchens and bathroom one
day, beds and laundry the other, mainly, plus a hoover around. It's all
itemised',

'What about walking around naked?' Says Frank,

`All to be encouraged', says Bryan,

`What about noisy sex' says Josh,

`Yes please' says Benny.

`Why not move in for 1 month free, keep your gaffs in case it doesn't work
for you?', says Bryan.

'I propose we have a meal all together once a week, on a rota. Nothing
fancy, then we can settle up bills and scores, save things building
up'. Says Tom.

We all nod.

We move in after the month free.

Josh has become `the third man', he sleeps with us mainly but he'll slope
off to Tom and Frank or Benny and Bryan spicing up their sex lives.

Me and Dick don't mind, we relish the extra space and opportunity for a
really good fuck.

Josh is out 1 or sometimes 2 nights a week with Trudy, he'll come back
late, pissed, never staying over at her parents then he'd be all over me
and Dick, he'll unload, our musk soon cancelling Trudy if he's given her
one, but these days it's mostly her perfume on his cock. I try not to gag,
and sniff at his arse deeply, my nose touching his stickiness, to rid the
smell before swallowing him. If she knew what he was like and what he liked
she'd be horrified! But like all women they think they can change their
bloke.

DPD is expanding, we're getting like old timers now, oldest employees,
we're mostly switched to EV's with gas guzzlers reserved for rural routes.
Benny rides with the lads each week, testing a repair or software update, I
love having him in the cab, groping his hard on as we drive. Parking up to
fuck ourselves silly, spunking up arses, laid on the blankets in the back,
the shutter down in bad weather or open with the hill top view. The tracker
bleeping, our constant companion, adding pressure to perform.

Boss is moving on, to be regional logistics director and Bryan is taking
his place, we're really chuffed about that.

Terry got the sack from UPS, he was caught fucking a lad when his mother
called to pick him up. It didn't go to court or get police involved, thank
heavens. He said they were both over 18 and it's no one's business, HR said
that he'd used his position as a lever, I know all about that.

He came sniffing around DPD, Bryan told him to fuck right off, no chance,
he had a reputation.

Stokesley Avenue is still a pit stop. He likes a good tomming and well,
frankly, if I'm having a crap day then it's a highlight, an easy arse, no
conversation, no niceties, just his pants down and I'm up him on spit in
his porch, I unload, get my £50 and I'm away.

Bryan erased our trysts on the hill from my black box. I watched him, got
his password `bigredtop' and now I can edit my Stokesley Avenue journeys
out.

There's another lad on Jubilee Road, I can't stop thinking about him, I get
hard at the thought. I'm sure Dick would like him as well. I've not
mentioned it to him.

One day I'm dropping a parcel, to be signed for, he comes to the door in an
open short sleeved shirt, white cotton, like an Indian weave, see through
and white shorts to match, flip flops. His tanning goggles on his forehead.

He looked me up and down, I looked straight at his cock, engorged, showing
dark pink under his thin shorts.

`Hello, calling planet Earth. If I remember the rules you are supposed to
hand the packet to me now, then I sign and you take a picture and drive
away to your next drop',

He breaks my reverie, I slowly tilt my eyes away from his cock up his
slender body taking in his hour glass figure, bony hips holding his shorts
up, extremely narrow waist and broad shoulders like a coat hanger for his
cotton shirt. His smooth alabaster skin pierced by two pound coin sized
nipples with tiny dots for suckling on, further up I gaze at his long neck
and luscious, thick lips to his hazel eyes, his mop top haircut from close
cut by his ears to shaggy on top.

`Oh. Yes sorry I was miles away',

`If I didn't know better I'd think you were checking me out, all of me'.

Boldly I said `yes I was and I like what I see',

`Thought so, you're not so tardy yourself, a bit rough around the edges,
but that's what makes it fun.'

He signed, I scanned and he turned on his tiptoes, like a ballerina and
beckoned me in.

I locked up the van by remote and headed down the hallway, transfixed as he
dropped his shirt off his bony shoulders and as it fell he undid his shorts
and they fell revealing his fulsome arse like two friendly plum tomatoes
kissing, and two exquisite dimples above, his spine showing as it
disappeared and appeared again in three bumps by his nape.

`So how long have you, Dickie never stays long enough',

My Dick could that be?

`Is that another DPD driver?', he nodded as he knelt and undid my poppers,

`I love the instant access',

he said as he pulled my jock under my nuts and briefly fondled me before
suckling the tip, gripping my shaft in his clenched fist.

I pulled back,

`Got any lube?' I asked,

`Your a forward one aren't you?'

He said and he found the pump and took a dollop and smeared my cock then
put his hand under to paint his hole in gel.

He laid on the rug, I knelt and pulled him roughly closer and sank into his
pucker, oh it was like silk, his body so smooth, so delicate, I was scared
to break him, then lust took over and I finished deep up him.

I pulled out and zipped up.  `This `Dickie' does he come often',

`Always, and once a week, he's due tomorrow, you're lucky my Terry had to
leave quickly, still it looks like you've filled his spot so to speak.'.

He kissed my forehead and I was off. Fuck i'm 12 minutes behind.

I thought about him all day, getting hard, should I leave it or confront
Dick. The risk is I'll lose him, I'll leave it, see how it develops.

Trust me and Dick to get tied up with a freebie, it's payers I'm after,
more like Stokesley Avenue.

Josh would have told him his rates, before he got a sniff or a look at his
jewels.

I wanted that arse again, to fuck him from behind, a pillow under him,
raising his butt, his beautiful arse cheeks naturally parted at the base,
creating the triangular gap between his arse hole and his bollocks, resting
like ripe figs on the sheet, his thick fuzzy hair parted on either side,
his pucker a black dot in the centre of a starfish, his matte skin, silky,
smooth, warm, pale despite the tanning routine, his back curved as he rests
on his elbows. He turns and grins as I sink in, slowly, exciting my rim, my
cock pulsing fast, like a quiver as I feel my nuts on his cheeks, resting a
while, rubbing my hands from his shoulders to his arse, stopping as my
fingers feel at my shaft impaled in him, then under him to grip his hard
cock.

I squeeze his tight raised bollocks hard, make him moan in pain. Then
plough him deep and slow and long, as he rises his arse to get a better
feel for him, to moan as I get his prostate, pounding now, hard as a rod,
up him, one last thrust and I pause on the brink, he knows, he pulses his
arse, tightening his grip as I exhale and the thousand stars fall in front
of my eyes as I pulse out, counting spurts in my head ... 9,10,11, I rock
in and out, a wiggle of his arse and a giggle of relief. I pull out, he
turns and pulls me closer, arms around my neck, then he whispers `now fuck
off' and pushes me out of his bed. I popper up and I'm off, fuck only 8
minutes behind, soon catch that up.

Josh has set a date, he's miserable, we were in The Feathers, just me and
him, Dick was at night school, he's learning Spanish.

`Will you like, you know, be my best man?' Says Josh.

I choke, tears well, I feel as if a brick has thrust from my stomach to my
throat,

`Come here you', I choke out and we hug me crying, Josh all watery eyed.

`I'd fucking love to, I thought you'd never fucking ask',

Two blokes sat opposite mooning over a pint, break off and watch us.  `Get
a room you two, oh it's only Josh, a trap in the shitter will do,'.

They laugh and we ignore them, I'm thrilled.

`Where are you gonna live?' I ask

`Barrett's reckon our house on the new estate in Ollerton will be finished
in 6 weeks, but if not we'll shack up at her parents until it's ready.

Her dads put a load of money towards the deposit as a wedding present. I
reckon he wants the back bedroom for his model railway layout. He was
telling me he's got plans for a goods yard.

The next day Trudy calls in,

`Hi, Josh doesn't know I'm here, just drive on will you',

I nod,

`I need to know, am I so horrible that you and your mates don't fancy me?
Not one of you has flirted or made a pass, you know that makes me think I'm
not attractive or that I'm planning to marry a queer',

That word rings around the cab, echoing in the silent void. What do I do,
say `yes Josh is a flaming homosexual and he loves me' like some
Christopher Isherwood line from Cabaret or, well my survival instincts take
over and I move to kiss her across the seats and she's fighting back.

`So you've been hiding your feelings?',

I nod, she says, `no I'm Josh's girl', gets out of the van and walks into
town.

The stag do was a quiet affair. The seven of us stayed in Toms parents
holiday house in St Anne's, just far enough to walk to Blackpool Pleasure
Beach. Toms wedding present. We all chipped in the kitty handsomely so Josh
didn't have to dip his hand in his pocket. We had a wild night in town and
guided Josh into a taxi before his libido took over completely, `fuck
there's some cracking arse out tonight' he slurred.

He took turns in shagging us all over the weekend, `getting his moneys
worth' he called it.

The wedding date arrives. The lads are invited, plus Coach from the
football team. Dick booked me and Josh into The Victoria Hotel for Josh and
I for his last night. We used the excuse that it's is close to the church,
so I could keep him in check .  Trudy gave me a kiss on the cheek and
whispered,

`keep him safe for me won't you on your last night together',

`I will', she looked into my eyes as I said those two simple words and
imperceptibly nodded.

A tear formed in my eyes, she tenderly wiped it away.

Then with a shriek she went off with her giggly bridesmaids to her parents
house. Josh and I picked up our Moss Bros suit carriers and suitcase and
went to find our room.

Dick had checked us in beforehand and left us a welcome pack, a mix of
boozy miniatures of whisky, posh lube, a `medical pack' of condoms,
sudocreme, Vaseline and witch hazel, oh and a vibrator shaped like a big
brown dick.  With a post it note saying `just in case you're missing me'.

`Cheeky bugger', says Josh. `Why would I miss that when I've got this'. He
grabbed my cock and squeezed.

`Let's have a bath'. We ran it deep and poured in the bath bubbles,

`Fuck these are posh' says Josh,

`Yeah, they're from Tom and Frank',

`And what's this' he said `Neals Yard Massage ointment',

`That's for later, from Bryan and Benny',

I poured the whisky into the tooth mugs and we'd soon cracked open two
more. The fiery nectar calmed our nerves as we stripped each other, kissing
gently, both wary of our last time, I'd got Dick, He'd got Trudy, we both
knew it was time, but looking at my raging hard on and his sword fighting
as we snogged, our bodies clearly didn't.

We sank into the hot water in the big old hotel bath, sending a splash over
the edge as we nestled into each other, Josh behind me, caressing my body
and kissing me neck, I knelt out of the water and he took my cock in his
mouth, the bath oil bitter in his mouth as he spit the taste out, it was
soon replaced by my precum. We both stood and massaged the shower gel into
our bodies, white soap hand trails covering us, blobs of soap on our cock
heads as hands gripped and soaped up, checking arseholes with a quick
plunge and sniff of a finger, checking under folds of foreskin for errant
cheese.

We rinsed off, relaxing in the water, laying there, me playing with his
hair making into ringlets. Feeling his soft shaft, his nuts, pinching his
nipples. Then pulling the plug, getting cold as the water lowered, finally
patting each other dry with the big fluffy towels.

He lay face down on the bed. I warmed the massage oil in my palm and
dribbled it down the valley that his spine made on his strong back, his
arms bent above his shoulders, his face to one side, he moaned as I started
my assault on his muscles, Josh groaned as I dug deep into his body,

`Fucking hell, who taught you to do that?'

`Coach did, we had a few sessions on the massage bench after practice a
couple of times when you were injured',

`You crafty get, spunking up with coach, I'll bet his is like cottage
cheese',

`Yeah, it is', I said digging deep into a shoulder blade,

`Fuck' moaned Josh.

`Is that an order sir?'

He pulled the pillow under his groin and I parted his cheeks, his balls
nestled between his soft cheeks, fine hairs like down caught in the light,
his hairs around his hole matted. I burrowed in smelling the perfume of the
bath and the stronger smell of him, his signature, his essence. My tongue
bathed his hole in my saliva as my arrowed tongue tried in vain to pierce
his sweet pucker.

I rose up his body, my tongue kissing his beautiful muscular back, his
shoulders, his nape, finally licking out his ears, making him giggle.

All the while my cock was grazing his arse crack settling in the soft
detent, that place, his hairs parting as I pulse out a bead of precum, my
tip touching his pucker, pulsing quickly now, faster now, I push in to calm
me down, fearing I'd shoot right then on the brink of entering him. His
hole, feeling his glorious passage part as my cock slides in, my rim
brushing his velvety tube walls, distending my bell shaped crown on its
journey in the darkness of his arsehole. Finally resting, my pubes on his
arse cheeks.

I grip his shoulders as he rises up and plough his arse, no gentleness now
as we are overtaken by lust for each other.

`Don't ... cum ... yet'

Josh says between my strokes and I stop, nestled in him, cooling down. I
pull out and Josh pushes me down, takes the posh lube and glides in,
mirroring my actions on him. He's mercilessly pounding me, his cock
ravaging my hole, I'm burning, he pulls out. I flip over expecting his cum
to shower over me, my tongue flat waiting to catch a spurt or two.

Instead he beckons me to rise to my knees, his cock flailing, spewing dust
as we kiss, gently before falling back onto the bed for cuddles,

`We got all night, lover boy', he says to me.

`Tomorrow I'll let you give me away, but tonight you're all mine' he says.

We snuggle and doze, super relaxed.

We awake, it's about 8 pm.

`I'm fucking starving, let's get dressed and get some grub, there's a
Wetherspoons just down the road.',

`Pass me that folder will you, you daft cunt',

He's out of bed, his beautiful body radiant, pushing out heat, his gorgeous
grin beaming at me, yes me!

`Who you calling a daft cunt?',

`Why you, you daft cunt',

We wrestle on the bed, fuck he's strong, I get him to the position to do
the foul move he taught me, But of course he knew and blocked my attempt,

`Now who's the daft cunt?' He says,

I'm worn out and giggle as he pushes his now turgid dick into my nose,
prodding my face, smelling my arse on him.

`Fuck that stinks!' I say,

He laughs at the joke, we fall back and I pick up the folder.

`Burger and fries'

`Steak and chips with a fried egg'

`Chicken some thing or other'

He interrupts me, kissing my nips and grabbing my softie in one hand and my
balls in his other,

`Or sausage and two eggs?',

`What do you reckon?' I say,

`Fucking hell they know how to charge.' He says as he looks at the menu.

`It's all covered, they had a whip round for you at UPS',

`Fucking steak and chips it is then, and a bottle of red, each'.

I order on the room phone as Josh sucks me hard , his head pushed under the
huge white hotel dressing gowns. After about 20 minutes of Josh's
ministrations on my shaft, theres a tap on the door and a youngish lad
pushes a trolley in with domes and plates, wine and paraphernalia.

He looks at us two, then the bed, seeing the crumpled sheets, spunky precum
trails and the lube bottle, he blushes and makes up the dining table for
us. He's called Kevin, he chats away, nervous, we find out that he's just
18 and it's his first job.

`You see everything working here, but your my first ever er G, er,',

he stumbles on his words.

I smile at him, I find my wallet and take out a £20 note,

`thankyou for your discretion', I say passing him the note.

`My pleasure sirs',

he says jamming the note in his pocket, and backing the trolley out says,

`enjoy your evening sirs',

he grins at us, winks and shuts the door.

We tuck in, it's a beautiful steak, the sachet of strong English mustard
clears my sinuses,

`You dont want to get that on your pecker' says Josh.

The wine flows slowly down. Josh burps and I grin at his rough edged
loveliness.

We drop the gowns and lie in bed, entwined together, watching some corny
film until lust overtakes us.

I have him as I please and he takes me often. My every hole is filled with
his nectar, and his with mine. It must be three in the morning as we stand
to piss, arms over shoulders, my holding his cock for the last time maybe,
directing his strong flow, breathing in deeply, his unique aroma fills my
nostrils, feeling his fluid flow through his spongy pipe, I squeeze to make
him stop, he looks at me and kisses me, I let his flow restart, then he
pulses two or three pumps to get the last drops out and I shake it. He
yanks mine down real hard, laughs and runs to the bed, I rugby tackle him
down on the bed and we embrace and fall into a deep sleep.

The morning light streams in through the open curtains. We're up, we get
the tap on the door and breakfast is served in the room, Kevin looks about
and grins. We eat up then share a hot shower each and shave naked over the
sink, close, sharing. I'm dressing him, after I've ironed his and my shirt,
nice and fresh, I even ironed his jock strap, he looks great. I tie his
dickie bow. I do my own. Jackets on, shoes polished. Tonight this room will
be Josh and Trudys.

We are ready. We walk to the church, I check the rings again and again. My
speech is in my pocket.  We are in the vestry, the vicar leaves us,

`it's just pre wedding nerves' he says as Josh sobs onto my shoulder.

I sort him out, kissing the tears from his eyes. He plunges his hands down
my trousers and grabs my cock, searching lower for my balls.

`I'm gonna miss these',

he says, we kiss, a deep affectionate kiss.

`I fucking love you',

he says, then taking a big breath as the vicar walks in.

`It's time', he says.

We walk out to front right row, the church is quite full, the boys come up
and shake our hands, patting us on the back. Joshs mum and dad are all
dressed up sat behind us. His uncles and aunts, cousins and various
offspring.

Josh is standing so close to me that our hands brush together, our fingers
mingling whenever we can. He's whispering how much he loves me in my ear,
and I in his, my last utterance was

`are you sure Josh?',

he whispered a

`yes but I'll always love you, you know that don't you?',

I nod, our fingers entwined by our sides.

The organ starts up the familiar tune as Josh looks at me,

`Thanks', he whispers. He kisses my cheek lightly and steps over to the
aisle.

I'm alone now, this Disney character stood next to him who I think under
there somewhere is Trudy, her dad on one side gives her away, a kiss on her
cheek, as Josh did to mine.

It's a fog from then on. I've lost him. I hand over the rings. Josh beams
at me. I melt, unsteady on my legs. They walk down the aisle, we cheer and
cry, then walk out into the sunshine. Photos taken and off to The Victoria
Hotel for the reception.

I'm gutted, my chest feels hollow like someone had gouged out my
heart. Dick is standing close, watching me intently, making sure I'm
OK. He's booked us a break, whilst Josh and Trudy are on honeymoon. The
Lake District, a `friendly' B&B Tom recommended.

My speech goes down well, its theme is rescuing Josh from scrapes and
mishaps, usually with drink involved. We howl with laughter, Trudy is in
disbelief, we keep it clean, its laddish, but hey we are lads.

The dancing starts, their families are all in close. Celebrating.

`Come on lover boy', Dick says. `Time to go'.

I get my bags from their room and order champagne on ice for the bride and
groom.

Housekeeping have changed the crusty sheets and refreshed the robes and
towels. Her mum has bought flowers and scented candles and room spritz, in
her favourite fragrance. I shake a bit of confetti into the bed.

The party is starting. I shake Josh's hand and kiss Trudy.

They both say together, in unison `thanks for everything',

We run to the car, I'm welling up again, we speed off.

I don't see Josh for about 18 months. He got a job with Trudys dads
delivering engineering products and he's moving up the ladder slowly,
proving himself. He wants to move into sales. Josh seems to knows everyone,
he's personable, you leave thinking he's a friend. He'll do well in sales!

We got an invite to Ollerton, from Trudy and Josh, addressed to both of us,
a nice little card. We rsvp'd by text.

`Great' was Josh's simple reply.

We drove around the corner and there was the house, a corner plot, picture
perfect, and playing with Josh kicking a ball was the most adorable little
boy you could ever meet. Blond hair, sturdy legs, thick shins.

We get out and close the doors, the boy runs to Daddy's side as Josh's hand
falls naturally down to hold the boys hand.

`Hi Benjamin' said Josh, I smiled, my Sunday name.

The little boy beamed at hearing his name.

`Meet Benjamin' said Josh,

I choked up and we ran towards each other, Josh scooped up the little fella
and we hugged.

`Congratulations', I said.

Dick said `oh and Uncle Benjamin's got something for you',

Josh nodded that it was OK, as I passed him the ball shaped parcel,

`What is it Daddy?' Benny said,

`Open it and see', said Josh.

Benjamin tore off the paper and out fell a ball with a chime and flashing
lights inside.

`Thank you' said Benny running and kicking the ball as we four lads joined
in a kick about on the front lawn.


The End.


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