Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2024 08:35:38 +0000 From: Scribbler Lad Subject: Delivering Loads - Part 2 Delivering Loads - Part 2 I'm driving for DPD now, the guys are cool around me, I crave for the end of shift and to see Josh as he calls in to see his pal Bobby. Please donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming. donate@nifty.org All comments welcomed scribblerlad@hotmail.com Delivering Loads - Part 2 With Terry The Beast far behind me now, I'm finally getting into the job, you might even catch me whistling a tune as I negotiate parked cars on the narrow streets, the van bouncing over potholes, creaking about on rusty springs. My mind wanders to Terrys beefy body, his tufts, his hairy chest like a lion, his enormous raspberry nips and that thick, veiny cock. Obscene thoughts as I harden. Then the bleep from the machine telling me to get a move on, that's a joke in this traffic at school rush hour. 12 more parcels to drop and then a cool pint of lager with Josh maybe, and a bike ride home, lifting my ass off the seat all the way, clenching my cheeks, wishing Josh's cock was invading me. A car blasts his horn, I slam on, where the fuck did he come from, then I see the side street. `look where you're fucking going mate' shouts the driver as I inch past his car, our mirrors almost touching, our windows down. `sorry, I was miles away, swimming in your eyes', I said and grinned at him. He's maybe 40, a red top, with a beautiful beard, gorgeous green eyes. His face turned from a frown to a smile his anger dissipating, `fuck off!', he laughed staring at me directly, as I lick my lips. He drives off quickly once his coast is clear. I see his hand flip the bird out of his window. `I've still got it', I think and squeeze my package that's rapidly chubbing up. I've soon done the drop offs, no more dramas today. `Green eyes' is the hottest guy I've seen all bloody day, worth it though, I reckon I'd sussed him out, my gaydars tuned in at the moment, probably set to desperation mode! I park up, clock out and am taking a piss when Bobby sidles next to me , unzips and gushes out a huge stream, `fuck I've needed this since 3 oclock, no time to piss in this job.`. He looks across at mine as I finish up, shaking and pulling it long to get out the last drop. `Stretching it won't make it longer' he laughs, `I'm quite happy with what I got' I say as I zip up as he finishes and quickly tucks his away, In walks Josh, `fucking hell, what've you two puffs been up to?, Bobby says `you're mates just been telling me he's happy with the whopper he's got?', `Oh yeah' says Josh `as I recall it's distinctly average', I blush, Bobby nips my ass and we leave the bogs like the 3 musketeers. `Didn't you need a piss?' I said to Josh, `I can hold it in, I'll go in the pub whilst you buy me a pint, just you wait till I tell you about Terry!' I buy the drinks and Bobby and I watch Josh's arse move to the gents. He notices me looking at him staring at Josh's backside. `Busted' he laughs. We take a draught. `Has Josh really seen your todger?' Bobby says, I nod, `yeah, just like I've seen yours', I hear the hand dryer start and the door opens and slim Josh walks up to us and squeezes his package just before he sits down. `You're a fucking tease' says Bobby, `anyways, this one says you couldn't keep it up last time he sucked you off', Josh laughs, `that's not how I remember it, this little piggy couldn't get enough'. Then they both grabbed me and tickled me, one from each side, `Gerroff' I said and kicked the table, spilling the pints a little. A couple of blokes at the bar looked across and smiled then continued talking. `Watch out' says Josh, `unless you want to buy me another', picking up his pint and taking a deep draught, the level dropping quickly, white froth on his upper lip, so kissable, my dick twitched, more precum spurted out. `Anyway tell us about Terry' I say, `The Beast' says Bobby, We laugh together. Relaxing as our secrets and thoughts, are shared. Josh starts to tell us his news. `Well, this morning Terrys giving us his `I'm the beast' routine when Phil Bobbins, the area manager walks in, Terrys face dropped, then a moment later Mr Seddon, Group Logistics Manager walks in. `Morning lads' says Phil, `this is Mr Seddons, our new boss,'. Seddons rambles on, the same old company line and I glaze over then my ears prick up. `... HR want to investigate high staff turnover in this depot', Terry says, `but my lads have been here years', dismissing the claim. `Seddons says, `but the new recruits don't stay long, it seems we train them up then they leave to go to DPD or Evri, looks consistent, the last 2 drivers didn't even work their notice, they just left, losing us money and leaving you and your colleagues high and dry.' `Your depot of the year award is looking very doubtful along with your bonuses, anyway HR have asked me to investigate any erm `culture issues'. `So Terry I'll be shadowing you today and Phil will ride the vans. Chose your driver Phil', `I'll ride Josh' says Phil, winking at me. `Terry fumes silently as he theatrically checks the parcels manifest for each vehicle, something he never does. Then he starts giving out fake knowledgeable route information about snarl ups and road works to avoid, something he never ever does or even cares about.' Josh continues the story as Bobby gets up and says `my round', and takes the three glasses to the bar. Josh leans in close, I can feel his hot beery breath on my face and the radiant heat on my cheeks, my heart is pounding, my eyes focus on his lips moving, the blond fine hairs on his upper lip, imagining our lips touching and the prickle of his chin on my soft face. `Anyway you might be asked to explain why you left, your better not mention that he fucked you raw after every shift or the gang bang', I nod as Bobby returned, has hands wrapped around three pint glasses as he gently lowers them to the table, without spilling, we nod in appreciation of this skill. `too bloody expensive to waste' Bobby says. Josh gets back to his story. `So I'm on the round with Phil and his bloody stopwatch, timing my every move, when he says, `Are you working extra hours today?', `Dunno' I say, `Terry usually lets me know at the end of the shift, 'Mmm that's rather short notice, don't you find that er `inconvenient?'. 'My stomach turns, he fucking knows something, I think'. `He says nothing else. Then says `feels like lunch time to me' as we pass a cafe. He picks up the work tablet and looks, `yeah we got 30 mins to next drop, you've made good time today, lunch is on me' `We get bacon sarnies, and guess what, we eat them in the cafe with a mug of tea. I normally don't get time to piss into a bottle let alone dine out! `You can come with me every day' I say, He's chatting on then Phil says, `you know you get `66% of the additional hours?, What makes you so popular?', looking directly at me. I shuffle out another `Dunno Boss', and sup up my tea the go for a leak. I'm thinking he's on to me and Terry'. `What about you and Terry?' I gasp. `Well since you left so quickly he's taken a shine to me. Says he can't get anyone to apply for your old job?'. Bobby chips in `don't look so sad' to me and grabs my crotch surreptitiously. Josh laughs `leave him alone Bobby, he's all mine, aren't you?', Then he musses up my hair and hugs me. I nod and he puts his arm around my waist dragging me in closer. I feel his body heat through his shirt where our bodies are pressed together. Fuck, I'm in a half daze. Bobby knows, Josh knows, and Josh is taking dick from Terry and he's loving it. My world is shattered. `Anyway it looks if Terrys days are numbered, he's so worried, I reckon with your testimony he'll be out of a job', Bobby says to me earnestly `you'd better say now't, it's a small world and he'll fucking duff you up, guaranteed', `I'll protect you' says Josh. `But you can't' I say, `Bobbys right, If they get in touch with me I'll just say I left for better pay'. Good plan. They nod. I watch as Josh sinks his pint, burps, the gets up, `my shout, give us a hand', I feel his hand grip my bony shoulder, hot as I stand up, a little squiffy after two pints and nothing to eat. Josh puts his arm over my shoulder at the bar, heavy across me, his fingers caress the hair against my nape as he chats to the barmaid, watching her tits rise and fall as she reaches up for clean glasses to fill. `Oh and 3 bags of crisps please', `What flavour?' `Your favourites' he winks as she coyly bends to pick the bags from the boxes on the floor behind the bar, her arse tight in the black skirt. Josh teases her more by moistening his lips as he takes his money. I carry the crisps and my drink. Josh looks at me `what's got you horned up', noticing my erection. Then looking back at the barmaid. Laughing, `she's got a right pair on her and a nice ass.' Bobby says `leave the lad alone'. `What we gonna do with you?', `one minute your flashing your dick to Bobby in the gents and the next you're dreaming of dipping her fanny!' He claps one hand on my thigh and his other on his as he sits down, giving my thigh a squeeze. `Cheers' we say and clink glasses and we take a sip, Josh's glass is half empty. `Steady on Josh, I can't do another round, Mavis will murder me, this is deffo my last.'. `OK Bobby Boy', then turning to me Josh says `looks like it's just me and you then'. He winks at me, staring straight into my eyes. My cock, once softening proceeds to stiffen again trapped in my jeans. `I'm fucked' I think. `No way out of this one'. I'm getting steadily pissed. Bobby leaves us and the bar thins out. We're having right old chat, me telling him about leaving school, labouring over the summer on building sites, Josh feeling my muscles as he asked me to flex to prove it, blokes pissing into the cement mixer instead of walking over to the bogs on the far side of the site. Then my dad finding me tossing of to a gay video with a banana stuck up my back passage when he came home early one afternoon. My leaving home, getting the room in the shared house and starting work at UPS to pay the bills. Then Terrys bullying and now a new start, or so I thought, at DPD. You know get my head down. At that Josh pushes my head into his crotch, `Like this, you mean?', I sniff deep my nose pressed against his shaft as I wrestle back up, `geroff!', I say, but really wanting to burrow deeper into him, to smell his raw musk. We have another couple of pints and Josh says, `I'm done', We go for a piss, he puts my arm across his shoulder and we lock together to steady ourselves, unzipping and fishing our cocks out with our spare hands then pissing copiously and noisily into the steel trough, what a noise, what a smell as the steam rises in the half indoors, half outdoors lean to, staring at each others cocks, making fancy patterns with the stream then licking eyes, grinning at each other, then playing with our cocks again as the torrent dies to a trickle. We shake and tuck away and Josh looking at my dick says `just as I remembered', then `come on let's get you home, I'll walk you, you can't ride that bike tonight Josephine'. We walk slowly back, it's not far, it's a small town, the house is in a terrace, I've got an attic, we share the facilities on floor below. `Thanks Josh' I say as I leave the bike in the hallway. The chain click click clicking as it turns backwards as I steady it against the wall. `Can I er?' He grabs his crotch `Yeah it's up stairs', we climb the steep stairs and the obscure glazed panel door is lit up, we here the flush and out walks Tom, `Hey Tom, how are ya doing?', `Fine Josh, thanks' Tom gives me a knowing smile and goes to his room, Josh is singing as he pisses, drilling into the toilet. `shut the fuck up Josh', I say and I go in, he's swaying, his piss missing the pan, I stand behind him to steady him and reaching round in a hug I grab hold of his dick to direct the stream into the bowl. I feel the liquid bursting up his cock and out of the slit. He giggles, `That feels nice', he dribbles to a stop and I stretch his cock like it were my own, pull open his undies and snap it back in. We stand, warm, pressed together, my hard on against his ass cheeks still trapped in my jeans. My arms rise up to feel his pecs, brushing his nips through the thin cotton shirt. My head rests on his shoulder, clinging tight, I imagine his heartbeat but I think it's mine pounding. `Sorry, I'm pissed' he says `Let's get something to eat', I say 'yeah, a chinese takeaway like roomies', He says and we separate and climb the steep stairs to the attic, to my bedroom and a big landing with the water tanks. The sound of pouring water refilling after the flush. He looks around the room, turning too quickly, `Nice' he says and flops onto the bed, `fuck I'm dizzy', He holds out his arms beckoning me to him. I think quickly and untie and pull off his boots, he looks down and wiggles his toes in his dirty white sports socks, his sweaty aroma fills the air and my nostrils. Then I squeeze out of my own boots and fall into his arms, the 4ft bed squeaks as the springs try to adjust to the load. We turn sideways to each other. Josh brushes my bangs away from my eyes, kisses my forehead and says `thanks', then his eyes close, he breathes quietly and lets out a huge beery clarion fart. He's asleep. I grin, revelling in his warmth, his manliness, his aroma and pulling the blanket over us I lay listening to him in the warmth, in the very essence of him, wishing we were naked, coupled as one. I wake in the night, Josh has turned and his arms are around me, one slipped under, one over. He's gripping my body, snuggling in close. I hold my hands on his and we fall asleep, I'm imagining I can feel his shaft prodding me but I'm not sure, I do know his breath is wetting my shirt. It's dawn, the thin curtains flap in the draught, the pale light invades the room and I get out of bed quietly, and go for a piss. I get back and he's awake, on his side, his clothes in a pile. I undress, embarrassed at my huge erection. He throws back the blanket and says `keep it warm' then hops out of bed to the toilet, I hear the drilling noise, half the street must have, he pisses like a horse. Josh tiptoes up the stairs, his cock swaying, I focus on a drop caught in the light, stuck to his piss slit and soon he's cuddling me, kissing me, his lips so soft, his tongue invades and we're kissing deeply, his hands are all over my body, I break off to breath to gasp air in as he grips my shaft, my head thrown back he kisses my neck then my pecs. Josh scrunches lower in the bed till his mouth is at my cock head. Pulsing, spewing, precum, he looks up at me and licks the trickle of precum up the shaft and his tongue across the slit. He spins around and I'm faced with his cock, even the smell makes me spew more precum, I burrow my pointy tongue into his slit, feeling him moan, vibrating via my shaft nestled somewhere warm and soft. I copy and we suck each other. I'm not that good, practicing on a banana helps but IRL the texture is so different, the silky smooth warm outer, the hard rubbery shaft, the spongy central vein, the prickly shaft hairs where he's trimmed, I watch mesmerised, sucking him deep as his balls rise, tight against his shaft, smaller somehow making his shaft look thicker. `You're a natural' he says breaking off. Then rubbing his fingers up my arse crack, a bell ringing in my cockhead as his fingers found the detent, my hole. I hear him spit, then feel the silky wetness on my crack and a finger opening me up. `Go on' he says `copy me, it won't bite'. I copy, tracing my palm like a saw up his hairy crack, sticky with a thousand farts, then spit on my palm and dribble it into his arse, probing now, listening to him moaning. `May I?' He says turning around, pushing my thighs back towards me, the bed springs fighting back noisily. I nod, `Is that a yes?' `Yes' I say too loudly, we giggle as he lowers and spits on my hole then burrows his face into my arse, licking, probing at my hole. `You dirty cunt' I say `Language', is his reply and he kisses and sucks at my nuts, spits them out then rising up, he kisses my lips, so tenderly, looking down at his cock he lines up with my arse, and with my legs high in the air I drop them onto his shoulders as he pushes forwards, my hole in pain, in agony, my wincing but wanting him, needing him. I bear down as he slides in about an inch, he spits, as I feel around, feeling his cock in me, I feel his fingers coats his dry shaft with his phlegm and he pushes in again as I bear down. He pauses and we kiss, more paa this time. My mind is on him, his face, his eyes sparkling, his muscular, lithe body bathed in the early morning light, his shaft deep in me, pulsing. He rocks his hips, I don't care about the pain, I'm loving the closeness, his rocking motion, his administering to me, using me, yes me. This hunk who could have anyone, choosing, using me. Who the fuck am I? Right now I'm the luckiest guy alive. He pulls out of me, he's close, his turgid cock twitching, moving hands free, glistening in the light. Kneeling up he starts to beat off slowly, I do the same, gripping my hard shaft. I'm lost though, that full feeling gone, bereft that his cock is no longer filling me, making me complete. Its all in slo-mo now, I watch his cum face mesmerised and fall deeper in love as he shoots his load, grunting, he's neanderthal man for a moment. I count 10 healthy spurts showering over me, as I bring myself to a peak and shoot my load high into the air, splattering on my chest, our spunk curdling together, the clear thin fluid separating and running away leaving the curds for licking up, we share the bounty, sensually. Licking and laughing as we come down from our high. My alarm goes off. I pounce on it, laying flat across the bed, Josh dives on my back, shoving his face in my arse cheeks, blowing raspberries, we start kissing and wrestle lightly, the strength test for superiority, then Josh winning, panting we both lay back. `Don't let him fuck you' I say, `I'll do my best' Josh says as he dresses, turning his undies inside out, `What's that?' I say `That's the clean side, what else can I do?', I get him a pair of clean ones, `Swap you' I say `Now who's the dirty cunt?' He says, `Language please', I say, We laugh as we dress and I slip his dirty underpants into my pocket. He dashes off, I cycle into work. Dreamlike, my head pounding with a hangover coupled with a burning lust and a sore arse. TBC Please donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming. donate@nifty.org All comments welcomed scribblerlad@hotmail.com