The Mailman Delivers

By Chadd Lusst

Country living.
I enjoy it…a lot.
For one thing, I have found that there is a distinct advantage to
having a rural mailman.
I discovered recently that he can spend a little extra mail-time with
his customers if he “needs” to.
Or so it is with the mailman on my route.
It really all started fairly innocently. I knew we had a new man on
the route. I had seen him a few times at the back of the post office,
loading his car, but we had never been introduced. I mean, I don’t make it
my business to welcome all new government employees to the town or
anything; I just had seen him and thought he was a good looking man.
Anyway, a few weeks had passed when it all came about.
He (let’s call him Billy) had come up into the yard and blew his car
horn signaling that I had a package. Around these parts, the mailman (or
woman) uses his or her own vehicle and, I suppose, is subsidized in some
manner.
Anyway, it was a terribly hot August day and the sun was boiling down
relentlessly. I had seen Billy several times at the tiny post office and
since he started on the route some 4-5 weeks before and waved from my
window, but this was the first time I had seen him up close.
He was most definitely a good looking country bumpkin!
If you MUST know, I am a fairly closeted bi-sexual (which means, in my
case, that my spouse has no idea). I was glad she had gone shopping and to
the beauty salon in Winterville (about 35 miles away). Had she not, the
following could not have been told:
When I approached the car window, he handed me a few letters and
reached back and over the rear seat for the package. When he did, his
shirt pulled open and I caught a glimpse of thick black hair surrounding
his navel. He was sweating profusely and his wide chest was heaving.
Tangles of hair curled from the open collar of his shirt.
Admittedly wanting to see more of his body, I made my pitch.
“Let me grab you a coke while you’re here,” I offered as I took the
mail.
“God, thanks, that would be great! Just make it ice-water though,” he
said, “…but I’m not supposed to get outa the car…and it’s hot as hell
out here on the road.”
That was my signal.
“Yeah, I can see how hot you are — that hairy chest of yours probably
adds to the heat!” Then I added, “if I was you, I’d either open it up or
take the damned thing off…”
A handsome grin spread across his unshaven face and he was actually
embarrassed!
“The boss would shit if he got wind that I did either one probably,”
he said, “but I admit, it’s tempting.”
“Yeah, it sure the hell is from where I’m standin’,” I said, “I don’t
know about your boss, but this customer sure wouldn’t mind it.”
Then, I grinned at him and went to get the water.
When I returned, his shirt was wide open, revealing a hard, muscular
and VERY hairy chest. Beads of sweat meandered through the dark hair and
glistened like tiny diamonds in the sun.
I was instantly turned on, there was no doubt about that.
“Took your advice…maybe I can get by with it while I drive,” he
said, smiling seductively. “Now if I could just find a way to get outa
these hot jeans!”
“Now, THAT would be the thing!” I said and stared down at his lap for
a second. He rubbed his hand across the knee of his jeans and slid it
slowly upward until it rested on his crotch. “I’d like to see that myself!”
My emphasis on the word “that” almost embarrassed us both, I think.
“Really?” he questioned facetiously.
He took the water and drank almost all of it in one gulp, then handed
it back to me. There were a few pieces of ice in the glass.
I couldn’t believe how sexy this mailman looked. He was about 35, I
guessed, or a few years older. Black and slightly gray hair curved down in
rather elongated sideburns. He was unshaven in that he sported a dark
five-o’clock shadow, though it was scarcely two in the afternoon.
His smile was electric.
I let a piece of ice tumble into my hand and melt for a few seconds.
Then, I leaned into the window slightly and rubbed the watered down
palm of my hand into his hairy pecs.
He was taken aback, it seemed like, at first; but moaned softly as I
caressed the water over his chest nervously.
“That ought to feel good to you,” I said, “you are really hot; I mean
I…I can feel the heat…”
And I could. It was in my loins!
I spoke almost without thinking:
“I know it sure feels good to me.”
His smile left. His eyes pierced mine and he said, “Yeah, it feels
damned good…too good…I gotta get the hell outa here and deliver this
mail.”
I was disappointed and he knew it.
He revved the engine and put the car in reverse.
“Maybe…maybe you’ll get another package tomorrow,” he said. “I’ll
bring it up here if ya do…okay?”
My cock was rigid.
I peered down at his lap again.
There was the unmistakable outline of a bulge in the crotch! He
rubbed at it slowly as I watched; his eyes never leaving mine.
“Yeah…sure…tomorrow,” I stammered. But I had to know if we were
talking about the same thing, so I reached inside the car window and slid
my hand down his chest again. My fingers drew a circle in the sweaty hair
and I
rubbed his right flat, erect nipple.
“Want me to have some cool water ready again? Your chest will probably
be just as hot and sweaty…weatherman says plenty of this heat all week.”
He smiled again.
“Hell yeah…and…well, maybe tomorrow these jeans can come off,
too.”
I was burning inside as much as outside now. The boiling sun was no
match for the immense sensual heat he was generating.
He had already been there about 20 minutes.
I didn’t want him to go and I could feel that he was ready for more
himself.
I asked.
“You sure…er… you can’t…well…maybe come in for some more
water…”
I was stammering like a schoolgirl for Christ’s sake.
“Your wife’s not home?”
“No.”
He wasted no more words; shut off the car engine and said he couldn’t
take a lot of time lest someone turn him in, so it would have to be a
“quick” situation.
He also said he was not supposed to leave his car, but said he would
“this once.”
Once inside the door of my house, he questioned nervously:
“You sure about this…?”
I quickly turned and pulled his shirt from the confines of his jeans
and drank in the sight of his hairy washboard belly. A wide strip of
sweaty black curls swam down the middle of his stomach and dove seductively
into the waistband of his jeans. I could see the circles I had made in his
chest hair.
“Most definitely,” I said softly as I ran my hands under the shirt and
over his wide expanse of hairy chest, feeling his taunt nipples and
powerful
pecs.
“We gotta hurry…” his voice trembled a little. Then he reached
between us and unbuckled his wide belt, pulled it open and unsnapped the
button at the waist. The silver zipper slid halfway down just from the
bulge inside.
I moved downward on one knee before him.
He wore no shorts. Black, coarse curls met my gaze surrounding the
first several inches of bronze shaft. It looked like a sleeping python
that awaited my kiss in order to fully awaken.
He moaned as I tugged the zipper on down and allowed his cock to go
free, pushing instantly out of the opening and revealing its size to my
eager eyes.
It was not all that long, probably seven inches, but it was so big
around that my fingers would scarcely meet when they encircled the
throbbing shaft and brought it to my parted lips. The head looked like a
fresh over-sized nectarine!
I could smell a familiar musk cologne – clean, masculine, seductive.
I laced my fingers around the coke-bottle sized shaft and let my bottom lip
slide along the underside of the huge, wide-eyed head of his prick. His
low
moan made me eager to give him the pleasure his body was seeking – and my
mouth was watering for!
His penis was so stiff that the head felt like glass against my
tongue;
smooth, slick and seductively warm. I knew the head was so large that I
would have somewhat of a difficult time getting it into my mouth, so I took
a few seconds and teased at it.
“I know…the time…I know…”I said between deep breaths and
circular
licks, “..but your body is so damned sexy…”
I let my tongue enjoy a swirl around the thickness of the glassy head.
I licked at it slowly, but wantonly, hungry to have this entire lemon-size
cockhead in my mouth.
He leaned back against the closed door and moaned his approval; then I
felt his strong hands on the side of my head. He stroked my ears gently,
then eased one hand around the back of my head and slowly pulled me
forward.
“Yeahhh, take it all…damn…feels so good….”
The warm, smooth flesh moved passed my bottom lip. I opened my mouth
wider and felt the magnificent cock head slide over my tongue.
I had to move my head from side to side a few times to allow entrance
of his enormous, weighty cockhead. My lips stretched to accommodate the
fullness of it, moving the gathered foreskin back further and made way for
the full shaft.
My hands ran up over his magnificent chest again. His muscled torso
was tense now as his body began to sway forward and back, pushing the
pulsing cock deeper with each forward thrust.
I tugged his jeans downward to his knees, then rubbed slowly up and
down his powerfully muscled legs.
Then, my hands instinctively roamed up his sides again and back to his
belly and chest, roaming all over as I tried to suck in more of his cock.
He suddenly crossed his arms in front of his body and, with one swift
move, removed his shirt over his head.
“Yeahhhhhh…” he moaned above me, “rub my sweaty chest …like that
…yeahhhh … feels so fuckin’ good…”
He was right about that! His body was definitely hot and feeling
good. He was lost, as I was, in the heat of the moment. His chiseled, very
hairy chest looked like something out of a body builders mag down at
Waldenbooks.
Mail-carrying and humping all those big mailsacks must have agreed with
him.
I almost creamed my jeans as I looked up at my nearly nude suitor
from
my vantage point between his spread legs. His ribcage contracted as he
breathed heavily, that wonderful chest heaving sensually.
His eyes were closed as he anticipated the explosion which was
building in his balls. I could feel the coarse crotch hair against my
upper lip as he shoved the final inch of prick deep into my throat and
grunted out his
pleasure.
His over-sized balls pushed against my chin and he held me there,
impaled on this throbbing flesh piston. I tried to swallow and the
movement in my throat must have pushed him over the edge. He groaned
loudly, arched back against the wall and his cock exploded into my throat,
nearly gagging me.
I pulled back just to the underside of the head and took several
spurts of his hot lovemilk, rolled it around the spongy head with my tongue
and
swallowed. It was salty-sweet and it’s thick tanginess sent a shudder
through me.
His ass was humping wildly as he pumped home his load, so I grabbed
both bulbous asscheeks with my hands and helped him face-fuck me. In and
almost out of my hungry jaws he rode that powertool. I didn’t have to be
concerned about him pulling out because his cockhead was so thick that he
would have to soften some to even get it out of my sucking lips! It was
almost like two dogs fucking – hung up and unable to get loose!
As he bucked his naked thighs into me, I allowed one hand to run from
his balls to his navel, then to his chest again. My fingers tweaked one
hard nipple then the other as he gasped.
“Ooooohhhhhhh, shit…yes…that’s t…fuck…shit…oooohhh…deep…
take my whole fuckin’ load….”
I swallowed fast, trying to keep up with his massive spurts of jism;
but soon it began to run out the side of my mouth, lubricating the head
enough that I was able to remove his cock for a second.
He stared down at me as if in unbelief as I laced my fingers around
the still-spurting shaft and pulled it forward. Opening my mouth, I licked
my tongue forward and caught several swirls of his warm cum.
“Man…man…man…”he gasped, “…I ain’t ever…ohhhh….shit….
that looks so hot…so fuckin’ good… suck it, stud… please…do me…”
He was insatiable. If he was in a hurry any longer, his body sure
didn’t show it.
He had stopped cumming, but his hips were still in motion. He took
the
still swollen prick in his hand and pushed the head against my lips again.
Obediently, I opened my mouth and accepted his warm, well-veined,
jism-slick gift and he moaned above me as it entered the confines of my
throat again. He pushed gently this time – in and almost out – losing me
in the ecstasy of his cock and body again.
His legs were trembling slightly as he came down from his sensitive
high. My tongue bathed the slippery eel over and over again until he seemed
to be relaxing. Then, I was able to pull the semi-erect prick from my
mouth.
I lifted it up and back against his hairy belly and licked the
underside slowly, lovingly. The blue vein was pulsing hot against my
tongue.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm…..yeaaahhhhhh…..”
His chest was heaving slowly and he was spent.
I dipped beneath the shaft and my tongue found great pleasure in
licking away the cum which had spilled from my lips onto the hairy sac. I
then took one firm testicle into my mouth, then the other and literally
made love to them as he looked down at me in awe. He shifted a bit and
spread his legs wider to allow me to get to his balls better.
“Fuck if you ain’t gonna get me hard again…and I need to get the
hell
outa here… ” he said and grinned approvingly. He ran his hand over his
chest and downward until he could grasp his spittle-wet prick.
He began to slowly push the foreskin over the head, then skin it back
to force a drop of love-dew into the gaping eye.
Smiling down at me, he pushed his sticky cock against my forehead,
offering it to me again. Without abandon, I removed his balls from my
mouth
with an embarrassing popping sound and licked away the dew-drop. Then, I
actually French-kissed the head and let him push it between my lips again.
His cock began to thicken again as he held it in my mouth. I could
feel it throb and grow as his spinchter muscles contracted.
God, what a stud, I remember thinking.
I knew there was not time for another session, but I wanted it as much
as he did. More probably.
“Can we … do this … again sometime?” He asked, not even removing
his growing cock.
I mumbled an affirmative answer and nodded my head. I continued
probing his cock with my tongue, literally vacuuming it clean of all the
lovemilk and spittle mixed.
Billy never lost his erection.
When he pulled it from my lips the final time, he had to fight it to
stuff it into his jeans. I watched in awe as the object of my affection
was zipped into the denim confines of his jeans.
I wasn’t ready to let him go, so I grabbed his shirt and, when he had
buckled his belt, I remained on my knees before him. I let my tongue dip
into his hairy navel as I handed him the shirt.
He stretched back to put it on and I moved up his chest, trailing my
tongue through all that sweaty hair. When he had the shirt on both arms,
he
brought them down and I was in his embrace.
I could tell this was an awkward moment for him, so I simply put my
hands on his chest and pushed back just far enough to bend and suck at his
left nipple.
“Ohhhh, hell, man…” he moaned, “…I gotta get out…I gotta….”
His strong hand suddenly cupped the back of my head and he pulled me
to
his chest, pushing the erect nipple tight against my sucking tongue.
I knew he had to go.
I licked and sucked the taunt nipple for a few seconds and then pulled
away reluctantly.
“I know…you gotta go…”
He pulled the shirt closed and buttoned it up, then tucked it quickly
into his jeans.
“Yeah, I do…I…really do…”
I opened the door for him and, when he turned to leave, I ran my hand
over his ass.
He stopped abruptly for a second, then repeated his former question.
“Can we do this again?”
I gently squeezed his muscled ass.
“You better believe it…you are welcome to make a special delivery
here any day.”
I watched as he drove out of the driveway and sped off to the next
mailbox. He would have to hurry to make up for lost time.

When my wife came home that day, I told her I had met the new postman.
She looked at me and remarked, “Yeah? He has been the talk of the beauty
parlor since he was hired. I think Wanda is sorta sweet on him already.
I’ll say this, he’s one good looking guy!”
I smiled inwardly.
“Yeah…I guess he’s okay,” I said. I could still feel – and taste -
just HOW good!