Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2024 20:33:09 +0000 From: Scribbler Lad Subject: Delivering Loads- Part 6 Delivering Loads - Part 6 One has become three, we're crammed into my attic room. Terry gets it. Please donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming. donate@nifty.org All comments welcomed scribblerlad@hotmail.com Delivering Loads - Part 6 I'm not sure really how it happened. One week I'm considering college, Mechanical Engineering, the next is I'm being fucked ragged by a bully I despise and now I'm been fucked ragged by two gorgeous men, and I've got them on tap! Drinks all round. Josh stays over at Trudys on a Saturday night leaving me and Dick to go out, get pissed and shag our brains out, it's nice having a bit more space in the bed whilst Josh `dips his wick' as he calls it. He's a lad. Dick spends Wednesday nights at his mums, giving me some Joshy worship time, we fire up the water heater and share the big Victorian cast iron bath together, all candles, suds, cleaning hard-ons and holes, then retire for an early night, him all clean and fresh smelling. Then its massages and cuddles all round till we just have to release, usually just by sucking each other off, or kissing and rubbing our cocks together , squirting up our chests, synchronised, holding off to very last unbearable second then blessed relief. Kissing passionatly in a frenzy of lust as we shoot. Sometimes Josh will then fuck me like i'm a rag doll, `you're just another hole to fuck' he says, he's an animal, I love it. I go to mums for tea every week, but the thought of staying over in my old room with model aeroplanes hanging from the ceiling, a One Direction duvet cover and swimming cups does nothing for me. I've moved on, I've got my own place and two gorgeous lovers. Dick pays his way, he gives me a third of the rent and we have a kitty for grub. Josh is always skint, he's saving up for this fucking house in Ollerton, with Trudy. He does splash out though on the odd Chinese meal out or for a boozy night in The Feathers on him, `put your brass away lads, I'm flush today' he'd say. Josh is still doing `overtime' for Terry. Dick thinks he enjoys being rammed by Tezza. I know I didn't. Dick once said he's not even sure if Trudy exists? Now that set me thinking. Is Trudy his straight cover? When Josh is on an `early' Dick and I cuddle up and have fun. Dick is a considerate lover, always holding back till he's fucked the cum out of me before pushing in as deep as he can go and unloading in me. I feel him all day, on my round, an oozing stickiness. I can always stop at Maccy D's for a burger and dump out his load if it gets too uncomfortable. We're regulars in the Abbey now, no more jibes from the crusty old leather lads, we've taken over The Snug and the Juke box. Josh and Terry come in after work most nights, no doubt after he's filled Josh with his load. I never ask, it's transactional, like Stokesley Avenue, that keeps me him and me in beer money. Something else Dick doesn't know about. I'm still very wary of Terry but he does buy his rounds and tells some pretty dirty stories about his younger days, getting us all hard. Josh doesn't seem to bother either way. I think it's just a money spinner for him, Josh's sugar daddy, depositing his load for Josh's deposit on Trudys dream of a house in Ollerton. The lads are calling me `Sparky' at work due to the electric van. It's really nippy around town and plugging it in overnight at work to charge is no hassle. I've got to watch my route, no deviations and I can eke out a days charge. I've a green uniform to match the van. It's a one piece thing with a tight elasticated waist. I love it, Dick says it shows off my bum nicely. It's getting summer now so I'm pretty much naked underneath, maybe wearing a jock strap and the one piece, popper buttons open as far down as I dare. the scratchy fabrics getting softer now it's been washed a lot of times. Boss is all over me, with the van and my uniform. I think he's frustrated. I tease him a little, unpoppering above my fly as if it's accidental, then stretching to get something high up giving him an eyeful of my package and bush. If he took it further, I wouldn't mind, I'll bet he's discrete, he might even be giving Dick one or vice versa for all I know. `You've got a jock on under there?' He says pointing at my undone fly popper. `Yeah' I say `look, the poppers are wearing out', and I pull the poppers open right up to my chest, revealing my torso and my chubby package in the jock. `Coach says it's healthier in summer, you don't want sweaty bollocks or a summer groin rash,' I rub my tits, flexing my abs a little, sucking my stomach in. `Indeed' says Boss. `fuck you look great in that, but we cant have you unpoppering like that on your round can we? It might cause an accident, come in to the office and I'll see what electric branding gear I have been sent.', Boss shuts the outer roller door and we're in his office, `I got these the other day, what size are you?', `38 chest, 28 waist, 7" soft.', `Really? I had you down for 30 waist', he laughs as he starts to undress, `I'm 44 chest, 36 waist, 6" hard, occasionally', We strip off on the pretext of both trying the uniforms on. He's really relaxed as if this is all what normal blokes do at work. He throws me a T shirt and a beany cap with a lightning logo on. I pull it over, `perfect' he says, `I wish you'd just wear the T and cap, for work or maybe just the cap!' He strips and puts on the matching T shirt and we're off. We kiss, the first touch sends him frantic, kissing me, rubbing his hands up my arse crack, gripping my cock. `I want to fuck you, I've wanted to since the day you walked in all those months ago. `Loose poppers my arse', ha you fucking tease. So shall we?' `Only if I do you after, no welching out once you've had me?', `Scouts honour', he says and pulls his rock hard dick down and I watch it rise back up like a barbers pole. `On the desk lad' he says. I climb up and sit, my legs hanging over the edge. `Got any lube?', `Yeah', he says and grolls up a ball of phlegm and bending spits it in my arse crack, his chin rough as he licks and cleans me out, another ball of phlegm on his cock and he's pushing in. He presses a button on the speakerphone. It dials out, beeping, then he says, `Hi, yeah, it's on, see you in 5 mins, if I last that long', the laugh on the other end is familiar. `Terry told me about you the day you started, what a hot little fucker you are, what a tease, flashing your arse around, getting hard when you see a fit lad. He had you sussed in a second. Then when you left, it would have been rude not to take you on, you've prick teased me for long enough.' He's lifted my legs high and pulled me to the edge `I'm gonna enjoy this', `Yeah fuck me Boss, give it to me', I say. He plunges in, I grimace. `Bet I'm not the biggest you slut boys have had up there?' `You're a stud Boss, thicker than any', I say, `Yeah, let's ride you to oblivion', The boss picks up his pace. I hear the outer door open, and in walks Terry. `That's a great sight to see. You finally bust his arse, I've been telling you for weeks to do it. `, Boss is sweating profusely, he's so out of condition, his heavy worn out balls are slapping my arse, his belly almost flopped over his cock touching my abs. He might have a heart attack, I pulse my ass muscles tightening up and it's too much for him as he shoots in me. Can't be much of a load from this waste of space. Terry has his trousers down, and says `remember this? Not many forget it', slapping his dick in the palm of his hand. `Remind me will ya?' I say, He's a brutal fucker and pushes in hard, dry riding on Boss's minuscule load. `Strip off', I say in a commanding tone. Terry takes off his thick red and black check hunting shirt, revealing his dirty wifebeater vest, the thick tufts of his lions mane protruding about an inch, standing proud, his pits, a mass of tangled, sweat glistened hair, the acrid smell is overpowering. Boss joins in and pulls down Terrys pants and attacks his arse, burrowing his face in then he takes off Terrys boots and trousers, Boss hands him his sweaty jock and Terry shoves it in my mouth, heavenly, and all the while he's slowly fucking me. He lifts up his arms and flexes. He pulls out of my arse and turns me, then enters me again from behind, this time my legs are firmly planted on the table, I'm leaning back onto Terrys furry chest, His arms around me, steadying me. I rub my back into him, feeling his sweaty fur on my shoulders and back, it feels amazing, I'm rock hard spewing pre-cum as Terry fucks me deep and slow. I wrap my arms around his hairy back to pull myself closer to him, lifting my body up and down against his fur, onto his shaft, exciting his nips, then I feel under at my arse ring, feeling his turgid cock enter me and slide out, I reach down and grab his nuts as he presses tight into me, turning the red hot eggs roughly in my hands. He's groaning now. Boss gets in on the act, around the other side of the desk, leaning over and sucking my dick clean of precum as I writhe up and down his fur riding Terrys cock as Terry grips me in his muscular tattoed arms. `Fuck, this twinks better than I remembered.' Says Terry. `I'm just getting into my groove, it'll be a while till I shoot after what Joshy Baby did to me, that slut fair sucked me dry.', He pulls out and says `ride me baby', laying on the carpet he holds his cock high, a spike. I know the ropes, I straddle him and fall down on his shaft, then rising up, facing him, watching his eyes roll, I fucked him. I was doing all the work. Boss then straddled Terry and seeing a spare hole he shoved his cock in my mouth as I kept up my rhythm. Terry was making me moan, catching my prostate on every thrust, I wasn't moaning too loudly on account of my throat being stuffed with Boss's thick six incher. Terry put his hands behind his head and almost dozed off as I rode his cock. The room filled with smell of sweaty men, arse and dick. I was so close, I had been for a while but controlled my urge to shoot, concentrating on giving Boss some pleasure as he exploded in my mouth. He almost thanked me, the sex starved cuckold. With him out of the way I ride Terry in earnest, concentrating, getting him higher then backing off a little, teasing him a little, he hated that, so I was careful to make it look natural as I ratcheted him up the rollercoaster to the very peak, then lifting off him, watching his cock flail around and my holding his hands down, rubbing my cock through his furry chest, my balls pressing down into his fur, exciting myself to shoot my load all over his chest, spurt after spurt, my spunk matting white in the mass of hairs and sweat. I took hold of his shaft, smelly from my arse and I spat on it, then using the spit to massage him to completion, I watch his whole body shivering as I tickle his frenulum gently with my tongue whilst my fingers lightly massage his sensitive rim, he growls and breathes in deeply, three times, not exhaling just filling his lungs with more air. I position my face, tongue flat, broad, to catch his load as he squirts across my face, his body spasms wildly, his abs tense, stomach heaving as he shoots his bolt exhaling in a loud moan. I rubbed my spunky face on Terrys sweaty, cummy fur, resting my head like on a pillow, listening to his pounding heartbeat, his spunk adding to my mess, rubbing my hands through The Beasts chest. I flipped around and I kissed him deeply as he groaned, exhausted by the ordeal. Boss was sat in the chair watching, wanking off and came into his hand, a weak runny inch or so of useless jism. Wiping it on his T shirt. He clapped. `Looks like your going to be busy boy?', Said Boss. I just looked at him, the sad old man with his flaccid old dick lolling about. I looked at my watch, it was 5:20. I've just time to get dressed and meet Josh in The Feathers at 6:00. I picked up my jock strap, slipped it on along with the new green flash uniform and prised into my trainers. I took a spare set, locked them up the van, made sure the battery was charging, and was off on my bike, ass sore but I think I'd broken Terry, him no more the bully, me the victor getting just what I want, when I want. I held my hand out, `£20 is the rate isn't it?' I said. Terry reached for his wallet `let's call it £40 shall we? You don't want to undercut Josh'. He said. The cooler air hit me, I roared out loud as I cycled along, beating my chest like Tarzan as I stopped at the zebra crossing. I'm the fucking king around here. TBC