Gay Erotic Stories

Everyone seems to fantasize about the UPS man. Not me. I realized long ago that they are too busy to do all the things they are accused of in stories. But I have been very friendly with John, our UPS man. My wife orders lots of stuff from catalogues, so he has become almost one of the family. I once asked my barber about him. My barber knows everyone. He said that John still lives with his mother and appears to have no social life. John is not everyone's dream man. He is about thirty-five and already balding. He has a fine mustache, which frames a great smile. He seems to fill his uniform well, but doesn't stop traffic with his body. We are on the end of his route and he loves our dogs, so he often lingers and maintains a nice conversation. Then earlier this summer, I saw him for the first time at my gym. I commented with great originality that I had not seen him there before. Logically he explained that he was on vacation and usually worked out much later in the day. So much for brilliant repartee. I noticed that he had a much better body than I had given him credit for and timed my exit from the gym to the locker room to match his. His locker was not far from mine and when I saw his naked body I could hardly contain myself. He was beautifully proportioned. His penis was what I often call "storybook cock." It was large enough to be impressive and not so large as to be frightening. It had that semi-hard, virginal look than teenage boys' cocks sometimes have. It was surrounded by lots of dark brown hair and that hair continued up a flat abdomen and fanned out perfectly on a model's chest with large, firm nipples. I found myself getting aroused just looking at him and realized that he was aware of my looking. He didn't cover up and once or twice I thought he rather insolently flipped his dick in my direction. I followed him to the showers and eagerly watched as he lathered and bathed himself. Then we returned to the locker room where he dressed and disappeared. The next day I timed my arrival to coincide with my timing the day before. I moved my choice of locker closer to the one he used and we repeated the previous day's appraisals. He carried on a conversation as if we had been old friends and when I apologized for not really being into heavy weight lifting he put his arm around my shoulders (while we were both naked) and said that he thought that I was doing beautifully for an older man. Each day that week I repeated the ceremony and moved closer to his locker until finally on Friday I had the locker next to his. Perhaps it was my imagination, but it seemed that he took longer than usual in the shower and he certainly was aware that I was watching him. Later in the locker room, I was sitting on the bench and he was standing. He leaned forward to reach to the back of his locker and I saw his beautiful penis dangling in my face! I leaned forward and kissed the beautiful helmet right there in the locker room! He continued dressing as if nothing had happened and left the locker room. His vacation week was over. Almost two weeks later, the doorbell rang and it was John with a package, a new program for my computer. Making small talk I told him what it was, that my wife wouldn't be home for hours, and that I was not sure how to install the program myself. It was a very hot, humid day and his uniform was soaked. He said that he had finished his route and would have been glad to help me install the program, but he was embarrassed that he was so full of perspiration. Naturally, I offered to have him use my shower since I had just finished a shower and was wearing only a light robe. l He accepted my invitation and I was happy that my robe concealed my embarrassment as he quickly pealed off his clothes and stepped into the shower. Once again I was overwhelmed by the beauty of his body and without shame followed him into the bathroom. He was barely wet when I offered to come in and "soap his back." He said nothing, so I took silence as consent and dropped my robe. Stepping behind him, I began to lather his broad, beautiful back. He didn't resist. I moved down to the perfectly globular buns and massaged the tight buns. I grew braver and allowed my fingers to probe the crack. He put his hands against the tiles and leaned forward. I could feel his heart pounding. I leaned forward and began to lather his chest. His respiration increased and he began to quiver. Slowly I moved down to his abdomen and finally allowed my fingers to encircle his hard, hot, throbbing penis. Slowly I turned him around to face me. He leaned back against the tiles with his eyes closed and trembled all over. I kissed his neck as my fingers lightly moved over his cock and balls. Slowly I kissed and licked my way down his chest to his firm nipples which I sucked. He was moaning softly. I stuck my tongue in his belly button and moved my hands to his buns of steel. I licked the beautifully circumcised head of his hot, throbbing cock and licked the length of his shaft. He was moaning very loudly now and I felt that the moment of climax was getting close so I swallowed him into me and used my tongue to double the stimulation. His whole body bucked and thrust until I felt his hot juice flowing down my throat. As I stood up, he apologized for using me. I put my arms around him and as the water flowed over both of us I thrust my naked body against his and began to grind my pelvis. Soon he realized what I wanted and held me tight in his arms as I shot my wad all over him. We finished the shower and then walked naked with a couple of beers to the computer room where he installed my new program. Then I led him to the bed where we repeated the whole ceremony from the shower. I didn't see him for several weeks, so I purposely ordered a few nothings sent from catalogues by UPS. It was near the end of another very warm day when he appeared once more at my door grinning ear to ear. Once again I told him that my wife would not be home for several hours and that he was welcome to shower if he liked. "I hoped you would say that," he said, and gestured toward the driveway where his personal car was parked. "I already returned the truck to the warehouse." We stepped into the shower together this time and soaped each other. "I can't really return the favor," he said, "but what you did last time felt so good and I needed something like that for so long, I just had to come back." "Just hold me close. That's all I ever really want from you. Except your friendship. I'm sure that we can be cyberspace buddies as well as occasional bed buddies." He was hard and hot and dropped his first load as he had before in the shower. Then we went to bed together and he climaxed twice more before he left that day. The UPS man now regularly delivers packages on his way home from work in the late afternoon. My wife always works late and has never met him. John is a warm, wonderful human being, and, even though our sexual experience is a little one-sided, it's the best sex I've ever had and he is learning to make love as well as sex. I can be reached at jimteacher@hotmail.com