Approaching my car, I could see that it was blocked in the parking spot by a large brown parcel delivery truck. Damn, that made me mad. Those delivery guys could park anywhere they wanted and get away with it.
Sitting in my car, I got more steamed. I even honked the horn to attract his attention, wherever he was. I waited and waited. He had to be in one of the nearby buildings.
In my rearview mirror I spotted a man wearing a tan uniform. I was about to give him a piece of my mind. He came alongside my car.
"I'm sorry" he said.
I got even hotter. If there's anything that turns me on it's a good- looking guy in a uniform. I don't care whether it's a cop, a soldier or a delivery truck driver.
"No problem."
I was no longer pissed off, just horny. He was a hunk by any standards. Mid-twenties. Tall and beefy. A shock of chestnut hair. Soft brown eyes.
"I'll move the mother out of your way."
There I was at eye-level of his meaty crotch. I don't know if it was just a nervous reaction but I licked my lips. I looked up and said, "Looks like you've got a big load to deliver."
He knew I was brazenly cruising his basket. Maybe that would get him mad. Some insecure straights blindly hated queers, others took it as a compliment that you appreciated their charms. I was hoping he'd be that kind.
"You got that right. It's gonna be a short lunch break today if I'm gonna get all this stuff delivered."
"I'm hungry myself" I said. I flashed him a smile. He'd have to have been a real blank not to have gotten the message. He did. His sparkling brown eyes said it all.
"Got a thick beef sandwich in my truck if you'd care to join me. Kind of like paying you back for all the inconvenience I caused you."
"I'd like that."
"Get in the truck," he said.
I pumped another quarter into the parking meter and I got in the delivery truck.
It was loaded with packages, that was the truth. The only problem was it had only a driver's seat, none for a passenger.
"Where?"
"Oh sit on those boxes, it's okay. There's an alley in the next block where I can park."
This looked like my lucky day. I balanced my butt on a large carton while the truck rolled forward. It soon lurched to a stop.
The driver stepped back among the parcels . He rubbed his crotch.
"Bet you've got a big one," I said, admiring his hunky body.
"Not had any complaints yet."
I groped him. He shoved his basket right in my face. I bit into the twill uniform pants. He sort of moved me back in the truck and slid the panel door shut so that we were away from the view of any passersby.
He unbuckled his belt and dropped his uniform pants down around his ankles. His beefy thighs and packed jockey shorts were right in my face. I clutched his hard buns in those white cotton briefs. I inhaled the fly. Hooking my hands in the waistband, I slid the shorts down his legs.
His cock was soft and fat, uncut, and hung over big balls. His chestnut bush matched the hair on his head.
"Suck it. Suck my big dick" he moaned.
I studied his hefty slab, threading back the foreskin. I got a whiff of his male essence. His cockhead became more bulbous as his shaft expanded. The hood of flesh stayed off the crown when I let go of the shaft. His cock flopped up and down, throbbing, begging to be sucked.
I glanced up at him. And for the first time noticed that the name tag on his jacket said "Clyde." I'd never had a Clyde before that I knew of, but I sure wanted this one. When I licked the delivery man's cock he clutched my shoulders.
He sat down on the bed of the truck among the various sized parcels and I kept my mouth fastened around his meat. What I'd expected to be a routine servicing of a straight stud was taking a turn. He reached up under my shirt and tweaked my nipples. I liked that. It showed reciprocation. Often, some of the straightest guys will treat you better than those gays who are jaded, preferring only hard-core sex-- all give or all take.
