Gay Erotic Stories

By Jaytongue I always had my eye on Tom our mailman. When we first moved to our present house I met him one day when I was home alone. I was working out in the front yard when he approached with in his blue shorts and open blue uniform shirt. His chest was awesome! His pecks were molded like a model's and there was a little hair showing in the middle. "Hot enough for ya?" I asked. "You bet." he replied with a smile. After the usual introductions I asked him if he was the regular and he explained that he was only temporary. What a shame, I thought, for he was well built. His legs were muscular and his thighs were firm, almost bursting through the shorts and his biceps were just the right shape. Over the nest few weeks I tried to be home on Saturdays so I could see him. And then one Saturday afternoon, he delivered a package in a brown wrapper and laughed as he handed it to me. "Must be some girlie videos," he said. "Yeah, I responded, "something like that. I usually watch them down in the family room on Saturday afternoon's when everybody is at work" I figured that I would bait him to see if he might be interested in joining me. The family room is in the back of the house and has a big picture window at ground level. Around an hour later as I was watching my new gay video, I wondered if he might pass by to check and see if I meant what I said earlier. Then I saw a shadow on the patio and knew it must be him. I knew he could see the TV from where he was standing so I sat back and waited. After a few minutes he leaned forward with his hand over his eyes to cut down on the glare. He was staring at the TV and glanced at me. I waved and told him to come in. As the back door opened I felt the blood fill up my cock. I motioned for him to sit down on the recliner next to mine. He did. "Make yourself comfortable", I said. He did. He took his shirt off and his sleeveless undershirt displayed the most beautiful shoulders I've seen in a while. They were tan, as was the rest of him. His sandy blond hair made him look like a young kid. He was twenty-two. "Never saw one of these movies before" he exclaimed. "Must be weird to get off that way." I just laughed in agreement. He started to rub his crotch and glanced over at me. I took his cue and did the same then I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my dick. "Wow " he chirped "Nice cock!" I felt relieved. As I got up to lock the door and close the drapes I noticed him slipping off his shorts and briefs. There he sat in the undershirt with those muscular arms and shoulders smooth and tan. The hair from his armpits was creeping out enough to excite me. Returning to my chair I stroked his head and he held my hand and brought it to the side of his face. I caressed his masculine jaw and bent over and kissed the back of his neck. I heard him sigh and saw his big cock bounce up and down on the seat of the recliner. I pushed the recliner back as far as it would go and his face met my dick. As I reached over to grab his manly goods, his mouth took in my throbbing piece of meat and I felt pleasure that I hadn't felt in months. I stood up and let him follow me around as I went to the side of the chair. He was on his stomach and his butt was squirming as he rubbed his cock into the seat of the recliner. It was a hard butt the kind you want to fuck when you see it. He sucked my dick like a popsicle, slurping and swallowing all the extra saliva. He was really enjoying my seven inch cock and I couldn't hold back, so I moaned, "I'm gona cum!" I grabbed my dick and shot my load all over his face and neck and he shot his cum onto his stomach. What a climax. I stood there, staring at the dripping cum, amazed at what had just happened. I never did it with a mailman before, at least not while he was on the job! Could it get any better than this? Is this what they mean by Special Delivery?