Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2024 09:55:38 +0000 From: Scribbler Lad Subject: Delivering Loads - Part 5 Delivering Loads - Part 5 Josh has gone to meet Trudy, he's riding my bike back though, isn't he? Please donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming. donate@nifty.org All comments welcomed scribblerlad@hotmail.com Delivering Loads - Part 5 I toss and turn, restless, naked in bed. Waiting for him. If I look at the clock on the nightstand one more time I'll scream. I look. 11:27. I turn over, cupping my nuts for comfort, feeling their weight in my hand, feeling the gel within, waiting for release, building up, burning calories to produce the elixir of life we so easily shed. It wouldn't be designed that way if it were precious, mines like a Gattling gun, spraying my jizz about if I don't hold it still or have it wedged up an arse or ... is that what Josh's doing now, shagging her, dipping his stick in her pussy? I'd know, I'd smell her on him, even if he showers, and he won't, he's got a natural aversion to water. `1kg a litre' he says, you've got to respect water, it won't respect you, it will drown you. My mind wanders to how we met, at the pool a couple of years ago, I was toying with `coming out', getting braver and well I sees this lad slip on the poolside and topple in. I could tell he wasn't a confident swimmer as I'd watched him swim, well mainly I was watching his cock nestled in his speedos, he thinks he's swimming front crawl, but it's more like adventurous doggy paddle, anyway I dive in and under to bring his head above water where he gasps loudly and the attendant who's been chatting up underage girls gets off his seat and pulls him in to the shallow end using a pole with a hoop on the end like a dog catcher. `You were lucky there lad' the attendant said, `you've a lot to thank this one for', and he bonks me on the head with a long bendy float he'd thrown in the water to wrap around the lads middle for bouyancy as we `swam' from the deep end up the 50m competition pool to the shallow end. I stared at the lads cock, I could see everything, even his bell end and his bollocks. I wanted to touch them. His mates ran over, `fucking hell Josh what happened? Said the cocky lad in the red baggy board shorts, zero pecs, tiny tits, protruding belly button, bad haircut, he went on to chatter about himself, prick. `I had my hands down Sammys bra and next thing is you're underwater then this lad dives in and saves your life', `Cheers mate' Josh says and grips my hand, I take my eyes off his package and up to his face, he's a cockeyed grin, I'm transported to heaven and back as I gaze into his eyes. `You all right?' He says concerned. Then he turns and says sharply `Patrick just fuck off back you your bird, I'm looking after this life saver now, anyway threes a crowd', Patrick slopes off back and finds `Sammy' and tells her the story, his hand around her waist. `Sorry about that prick', he wraps his arm over my shoulder `you're cold, come on let's get you warmed up.'. We get a shower cubicle and squeeze in, pulling the curtain over for privacy. He's got his back to the shower pipe and the push button so he can lean back and push the button to start the water flowing over me, he pulls me tight to him and pressing into me he washes and rubs my back. Of course I bone up, it's the sexiest thing that's ever happened to me. `Someone's waking up' he laughs. `I'd better give it some air before it drowns' I'm motionless in a trance as he pulls my black trunks down, I'm naked, my huge erection being cuddled by this God of a lad maybe a year older than me. `You can pull mine down if you like?' I like, I watch as his cock snaps up out of his tiny speedos. Cock against cock now, he takes them both in his hand and pumps them kisses me. `That's for saving my life' he said breaking away, about 1/2 inch from my lips, I'm staring at the blond hairs around his lips. I kiss him back, very daring, he leans back and nudges the water back on and we snog with the cascade running down our faces as he wanks us both, he shoots first, I feel his cum on my body, silky, slimy, smooth like gel that never suds up, then he keeps on going in the double grip and buckles and his abs pulse as his sensitivity takes over and I shoot up high, and keep on shooting, a weeks worth of cum, saving it in hope of a wet dream where I suck this guy off in my dream. We kiss and then giggle quietly together. I cuddle my balls, I'm dry and laid in bed, oh yes I'm back now, laid here in the dark waiting for Josh. I hear the key in the door and the click click click of my bike in the hall, the pounding on the stairs as he takes them two at a time, the bathroom door squeak and his drilling like a horse, like the fucking horse he is then the two by two up my stairs, his buckle clank, his mock theatrical `brrr' shiver as he pushes me over in bed, his body cold momentarily as he kisses me all over my back and shoulders and neck as he hugs me warm, toasty warm. His cock is lodged in my crack, moving up, searching for the softness, searching for that place, he finds it and pushes on in. I'm sticky wet from my dream, from my memory and it's not long till his pubes are tickling my arse. He feels my erection, kisses my neck and he rocks himself off, pulsing my dick, we cum together, me into his hand gripped over my tip, him in the warmth of my ass hole. He puts his hand to my mouth and I lick off my cum and then to his mouth and he sucks my fingers. `Nite nite lover boy' he says and he falls asleep, a drunken beery sleep, his cock still coupled deep in me. I flex to keep him hard as long as I can but lose the battle as he slips out, he roll on to his stomach and sleeps the sleep of kings. I wake up, it's dark, it's the smell, I recognise, my cock does too, I've an unexpected raging hard on. I sniff, mmm I know that smell, I open my eyes and it's still dark, I take my hands off my dick and feel up my body, I feel a face, it kisses my fingers, it's Josh, I look up and it's his arse close to my nose, he takes my cock in his mouth and continues where he obviously left off as I awoke. I pushed my face into his ass, the smell multiplying and now with the musky sweet taste. I bring my hands up and grab his cock, pulling it down as I lick out his ass crack, blowing bubbles into him, pumping away on his cock. `Do me' is all he says. We untangle and he's on all fours, I get the good lube and pump out the cold gel, smearing my cock and his hole. I kneel, I push him down to get the height right and slide in, one single determined stroke, up to my hilt. Josh moans as his body tries to expel the invader, but I'm going nowhere, steadfast, he whimpers and pulls away a little, I start rocking my hips, grazing my cock tip up his warm chute, his pussy arse, made for this work. I'm leant over him, arms gripping him, my face pressed hot on his shoulder, drooling on him as my arse rocks mechanically getting me closer. He groans and I hear a pissy stream hit the sheets, I feel under and it's watery cum, half pre half real. He groans and the stream stops as his cock hardens fully, slapping at his abs. It's light enough now to see his face. I tap twice and pull out. He rolls on his back onto the cummy wetness and lifts his legs for me, grinning, oh that fucking beautiful face, his eyes watery, glassy as I pierce his pucker again, easy this time, I'm pounding his ass now, my balls slap slap slapping his ass, I'm so close, he lifts his shoulders off the bed doing a sort of abs crunch and wraps his arms around my neck pulling me in for a kiss as I continue to pound, I feel his jizz hit my chest as he shoots, sending me over and cumming up his arse, his tight tube, exciting my rim, I'm shooting and shooting and shooting into a deep cavernous dark void. I roll off him at his side, I'm a sweaty mess, heaving air into my lungs. He's laughing at the state of me and of him. `Fucking hell, I've not had many dicks but that were great'. He looked at me directly, I wanted to say `thanks', or `yeah I'm the greatest' but he'd left me with no other response but to question his statement? `What about Terrys dick?' I say, from nowhere surprising myself that I'd said the words, broken the silent unspoken pact that we both knew he wS lying but never said. He looked to start to say something then his phone rang. I saw `TB' flash on the screen. He answered, `yes boss, I'll be in at 6, on the dot.', `Talk of the devil' says Josh, `another early start, he wants me in at 6:00', `In you, you mean?, `Yeah, that's what I mean, I've taken your place don't forget, you left, remember, left me to take his dick? `Yeah, I do. Come on let's clean you up', `No, I want him to smell you on me, and Trudy, let him know I'm not a fucking possession of his', `You don't have to do this' I say, `Oh fucking don't I, listen up, I need the overtime and the job, Trudys on at me, my folks are on at me, you're my only peace, my only bright light in this world right now. Thanks for the fuck, I loved it, truly. But I've gotta go.' `Come on, let's dress and I'll give you a beggars lift in on my bike.', I say. We dress, more loaned kegs to Josh, down to my last clean pair . He grins at me as he spider like climbs into them and snaps his tool away, adjusting himself. Anyway looking at the crusty damp sheets it is laundry night tonight, cum what may. Traffics Ok at this time and I can weave through, I'm high on my haunches pedalling as Josh sits on the seat, holding my waist. `Fuck you smell ripe' he says to me as we climb off. We get close to the UPS depot. `I'd better walk from here, best The Beast doesn't see me with you. I'll call in tonight, 6:00 sharp.'. He's off, no backward glance, no two fingers or middle finger or JO salute, just head down, hands in his denim jacket pockets and his brisk walk, to his waiting cock. I hear the UPS shutter door close and the bright light on the pavement dim in the early light as they get down to it. I cycle off to my work, I'm early, 20 minutes to kill. I join the queue at Greggs opposite, £2 for a bacon sarnie and a hot drink, I look at the queue, fuck some fit guys, in pairs, master and slaves, you see it everywhere, older bloke 35 maybe, fit as fuck but doesn't know it, 10 or 15 years into marriage, ring tight, in a grove. The lad, excitable, moving, shuffling, looking for attention, for a smile, an acknowledgment from him. Checking his phone constantly. Then they sit. The lad opposite the master, hero worship. Will that be me in 15 years? `Wake up lad what is it?', the trim petite server says, I'm embarrassed, blushing. `Tea with milk, no sugar and a white bacon bap, red sauce please', She pushes the button to dispense the tea and grins at me `you were in the land of nod' she says. `Get to bed earlier' and winks at me. `You sound like my Ma', `So long as it's only sounds like' she comes back with. `Deffo', I say as she watches me scan her, I'm wondering what her tits pressed against my chest would feel like and my prick `dipping in' as Josh calls it, like a toast soldier into a soft, runny boiled egg?. She preens. Flirting at 6:20! `Hurry up Casanova' the bloke behind says, getting a chuckle from the queue. I sit down quickly and fettle my drink, squeezing the hot tea bag. I spot a lad opposite, he looks very young, nice white T, clean denim bib and brace, nice package, his blokes a right grumpy old timer, dirty greasy overalls, both sat silently. The lad looks at me and searches for my bloke. I shake my head and nod at the seat opposite. He shuffles over `I know you, from swimming, you saved Josh Trillings life didn't you?', `That were a while ago, you got a bloody good memory for faces', `Yeah my Ma says so, It's Richard, Dick to you' `Yes please' I say, my gaydar flashing. `You gotta work harder than that' he laughs relaxing, and we chat on about work. `This miserable old fuckers driving me nuts, not a good word to say about anyone or anything', `You drive?' `Yeah, had my licence over a year now.', `Get with DPD over the road, they're desperate for drivers' `Thanks a bunch for that' he says. `That came out wrong, I reckon you'd fit in well Dick, oh there I go again!' We laugh at our double entendre's and the old git gets up and whistles his lad like he's a dog. `Laxatives in his tea' I say, Dick laughs and leaves. He gives a thumbs up to me and a big silly grin as he mimes kicking the old blokes arse. I cycle in and lock up the bike. I tell Boss about Dick, `If you see him again, tell him to call in, we could always do with more drivers'. He says, pleased at my initiative. It's Stokesly Avenue again today, I've a drop a minute away each side so I can certainly fit that one in, more beer money. I park up and walk down the path and ring the bell. I see him through the frosted glass door, and he shouts `come in'. There he is pants down and his arse wiggling at me. `Oh no that's not the deal' I say, `Oh please, just fuck me, the thought if it keeps me awake at night, I really need you to fuck me', How much? `£30?' `Nah, £50 or forget it, and I wear a johnny', He accepts and passes £50 between his legs, to me. `I'll get you hard' he says, `cheeky buggger that should be another £20' I say and he winks up at me as my cock disappears into his mouth and comes out rock hard, steaming. He puts on the condom, adoring my dick, he's not a bad fuck, not as good as Josh, obv. But he's got a trick or two. My tracker is going berserk, I dump my load, zip up and in the van I put the £50 away and start to drive off just as Josh rolls up. `You taking my business away? That's for the deposit on my fucking house', `I reckon he'll still pay you to deposit', He high fives and says `6:00 on the dot'. I finish the round, a few people out with no safe place to leave them so I bring them back and scan them back in the system. I look up and there's Dick, literally. One denim bib unbuckled, the flap showing developed pecs and a purt nipple and a rack of lats, the knuckle top of his abs just peeking out. My eyes scan lower, quickly, he's slim waisted, strong thighs, nice big nuts. I beckon him in, and proffer my hand. `Hey Dick', we shake, mmm nice firm shake. I thought it could be a wimpy dead fish but no, a strong grip and I see his lower arm muscles flex. `So this is where you work?' `Yeah handy for Greggs', we laugh. Boss walks out, I see him admire Dicks arse. `So you're the lad who made such an impression this morning?' `Dick' he says and offers his hand. `I've no doubt' says Boss and says, `shall we?' And ushers Dick into his office. They chat, they nod, they shake. Then Dicks stripping off, fuck he's a fast mover, down to his Y-Fronts. Boss hands him trousers and a T shirt, but not until he's got him to sign some paperwork, Dick bending over, shirtless, close, Boss showing him where to sign, Dick does a half yawn half flex, fuck he's a confident one and fit as fuck. I'm drooling looking at his broad shoulders, his half developed pecs, one arm thicker than the other, he's right handed. Dick dresses in the uniform then takes them off, letting his Y-Fronts drop at the back as he pulls off the trousers flashing his arse cheeks at Boss. Nice arse I think, so does Boss who adjusts his cock momentarily, then he's out in his Dungarees. `I owe you', Dick says, `I start the day after tomorrow, earning more money and using a skill I've got and is paid for. What's not to like?', What's not indeed, I think, `Nice one Dick' I say, He rolls his eyes. `Wouldn't you like to know, anyway what are you doing tonight, we should celebrate?', TBC Please donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming. donate@nifty.org All comments welcomed scribblerlad@hotmail.com