Date: Sat, 11 May 2013 18:50:01 -0400 (EDT) From: mnhowler@aol.com Subject: Jerking with Jason Chapter 12 Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Some of the things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex. These acts are in the context of a fictional story and not recommended in real life. Always play safe. Never go off with a stranger. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior, and claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material. If you like what you read here you may send feedback to robertswain1963@gmail.com Jerking With Jason and the Mailman By R. A. Swain Jason walked across the condo parking lot toward the mailboxes. It was warm and he was wearing flip flops and cargo shorts, his chest bare as usual. He enjoyed being as naked as possible in public. He saw the mail truck and his favorite mailman, Mark, standing by the mailboxes delivering for the day. Mark was in his early to mid forties, older than Jason, with brown hair that had a few hints of gray starting at the temples. He was about five foot seven; thin, semi hairy from the skin Jason could see from time to time when he engaged Mark in flirtatious conversation. Mark was dressed in the requisite postal uniform of blue shirt, blue shorts with the stripe down the side, white post office socks and black sneakers. "Hey Mark," Jason greeted him as he approached the mailboxes. Mark looked up. "Hey Jason." He glanced over Jason's bare body. "Hot one today." "Yes. Too bad you have to wear all those clothes," Jason said. "It would be a lot nicer if you could dress like me to deliver the mail." Mark smiled. He glanced at Jason's shorts noticing a slight tent in them. "Yeah, I'd like to deliver the mail shirtless. Much cooler. Although the flip flops aren't good for a lot of walking." Jason scratched his stomach and allowed his hand to brush down across the tent in his shorts. "Now I'd like to see a shirtless mailman," he said. Mark glanced at him again, feeling his own cock began to tent his shorts. "Some days I wish I could just go naked," he said. Jason's eyes lit up. "I'd stay home for the mail every day if you did that," he said with a grin. Mark casually brushed his hand across his chest and opened another button on his shirt revealing more of his hairy chest to Jason. "Yeah? I get to see a lot of my customers almost nude at times when I deliver a package that needs to be signed for. In fact, if I remember, I've seen you naked a few times over the years when your robe would fall open, or towel would drop when I delivered stuff to you." Jason's cock throbbed in his shorts. "You know it's only fair for me to get to see you naked, since you saw me. I wish you had a package for me today," he said, his voice slightly horse as he spoke. Mark glanced around, reached down and groped his cock through his shorts. "I might have one for you, but I have to deliver it fast. Maybe ten minutes at the most." He handed Jason his mail and finished placing the other mail in the mailboxes. Jason nodded. "Bring that package over to my door when you finish. I'll sign for it," he said with a smile and walked back to his condo across the parking lot. Mark turned to his mail truck, grabbed a box and hurried across the parking lot. He rang Jason's doorbell and waited. Jason opened the door having removed his shorts when he got inside. Mark smiled at the sight of the naked man, taking in the reddish blond neatly trimmed pubes and the trail of light blond hair running up his stomach to his chest. "I wish all my customers were as hot as you," he said. "I wish all mailmen were as hot as you. Bring that package inside," Jason replied. Mark stepped in and Jason closed the door. "Now I finally get to see what I've wanted for so long." He sank to his knees as Mark unbuttoned his shirt revealing his furry chest and stomach. Jason opened Mark's belt, popped the button on his shorts and tugged down the fly. He drew in a deep breath of the mild musky smell of Mark's cock as the shorts fell to the ground revealing Mark was freeballing. Jason looked up and smiled. He reached out and took Mark's six inch cock in his hand and stroked it. Leaning forward he ran his tongue against the mushroom tip of his cock and enveloped it in his mouth, sliding his lips along the shaft toward the furry brown pubes. Mark groaned as Jason bobbed his head a few times. "I want to suck your cock," Mark managed to say between moans. Jason released him as he stepped out of his shorts and followed Jason to the living room where he joined him on the floor facing his cock. The mailman was an expert cocksucker, and went right to work on Jason's cock. Jason resumed sucking Mark, working his mouth up and down the shaft and crown of the older man. He licked down through the hair on his balls, sucking each one into his mouth. Mark bucked his hips slightly. "I wanna fuck you," Mark said, taking a break from sucking Jason. Jason stood up. "I'll get the lube," he said. He hurried off to the bedroom and returned with a bottle of lube and a couple condoms. "Do I get to reciprocate?" Mark smiled. "Be gentle. I don't receive often." Jason lubed up his tight hole while Mark placed a condom on his cock. Jason got on the floor before Mark, positioning his ass so Mark could slide into him. "Ready," he said. Mark place a hand on Jason's smooth butt and pushed his cock between his cheeks against his tight rosebud hole. Jason gasped as Mark thrust hard and fast into his ass. "Oh yeah," Mark moaned. "You're so tight." He thrust faster and harder for a few moments. "Man I'm gonna cum," he said. He thrust a couple more times and shivered, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around Jason's body. He kissed the back of Jason's neck and pulled his cock from Jason's ass. Jason rolled over and pulled the condom from Mark's cock. He lubed up his own cock, slipped a condom on and lubed up the condom. "Sit on my cock," he ordered Mark. Mark knelt over Jason's long thin cock and positioned it against his hole. He gently began to sink down the shaft and Jason thrust his hips upward. Mark bucked slightly but held on as he rode Jason. His own cock was growing again as he bounced on Jason. "Yeah, ride me," Jason said. He reached up and ran his hands over Mark's furry chest, pinching Mark's nipples. He noticed Mark's cock jolt at the touch. "You like that." Mark nodded. "Oh yeah. Fuck me and play with my nips." Jason did just that. Mark began to shake and he moaned. "I'm gonna cum again," he said. Jason grabbed Mark's cock and jerked him. Mark shuddered and his cock erupted on Jason's chest in a few spurts of cum. Jason groaned. "That's so hot. Jerk me off." Mark climbed off of Jason, removed the condom and began stroking the young man. Jason marveled at the touch of Mark's hand on his cock and bucked his hips as he shot his load in the air like a fountain; spurt after spurt landing on his chest and stomach mingling with Mark's cum. Both men breathed hard for a moment. "I gotta run," Mark said climbing to his feet. He approached his clothes lying in the foyer as the front door opened and Pete walked in. Mark froze for a moment. Jason approached him from behind. "Mark, this is my, um, what do I call you?" he asked Pete. Pete smirked. "Boy toy." "Fuck you," Jason said. "This is Pete, my complicated relationship. Pete this is our mailman, Mark." "Fuck, I wish I were home when the mail came," Pete said, taking in the sight of the naked man. Mark smiled. "I gotta run," he said, pulling his shorts on. "But I'd love to come back and give you both a special deliver some time." Pete laughed. "I'm up for it whenever you want," he said. Mark finished dressing, grabbed the box he brought with him. "Maybe tomorrow?" "Sounds good," Pete said. Mark hurried out to his truck and drove off. Pete turned to face a naked Jason. "This should be a good story," he said. Jason smiled. "Get naked and I'll tell you all about it." End Chapter 12 If you like what you read here you may send feedback to robertswain1963@gmail.com and read my other stories under the prolific author section of Nifty.