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A few months after starting my business, I had a good idea of the traffic flow in my shop. I arrived in the store at eight in the mornings, allowing me time to tidy and dust the store, and also catch-up on all my paperwork. The tranquillity that this hour gave me, till nine o’clock, was a highlight in my daily routine. Thereafter, from nine to twelve I would conduct normal business. At twelve, there was a lull till one o’clock, and that’s when I closed my shop to take a lunch break. From one till two o’clock the store got fairly hectic, after which business tapered off till five p.m.
‘Delivery Express’ visited me every second Wednesday, to deliver all the stock I needed for my business. They always arrived at around twelve p.m. For the first few months, a really unpleasant man named Paul was their delivery man. Paul was scrawny and creepy and had less charm than a rattlesnake. He always looked dirty and had the filthiest nails I had ever seen.
Fortunately, after one of his deliveries a few months on, he announced that he would not be seeing me again as he had been redeployed to a new delivery route. Naturally, tears did not flow, but I did thank and wish him well, delighted to be rid of the irksome creature.
Two weeks later, Gus, my new delivery guy arrived at the gallery. The contrast between the two delivery men could not have been more pronounced. Gone was the surly Paul, thankfully replaced by an exuberant Gus. From the minute I laid eyes on him, I liked Gus. He had a goofy boyish charm, which simply enchanted me. Gus was a big bearish man, and when we shook hands I thought that he was going to rip my arm out of its socket. Gus simply bubbled with enthusiasm and he had a way of making one feel like you were the most special person on the planet.
Gus stood over six-feet-tall and was rather hefty. He must have weighed close to two hundred and fifty pounds. He had very short black hair on his head, and an equally short beard and moustache. He had the gorgeous face of a mischievous boy, with the most expressive brown eyes imaginable. How I restrained myself from not hugging and kissing him was a mystery to me.
With Gus having arrived at noon I was just about to eat lunch. I had made more than enough food for two and offered him a meal, which he gladly accepted.
Having put my ‘closed for lunch’ sign on the door, I heated our meal in the microwave before we sat down to eat at my desk. As we began eating he looked at the photograph of me and Pierre (my former lover) on my desk, and asked if this was a picture of my dad and me. That’s when I knew that he and I were going to get on famously. As you may recall, Pierre had dumped me for a younger lover months before (as detailed in ‘Salad Dressing’).
“No,” I replied, “that was my former lover.”
Gus’ eyes widened as it dawned on him that I am gay. As we ate I gave him a brief history of my breakup and of my new life in the town, obviously not telling him about my two local lovers. Gus did not appear too put out by my revelation, and went on to tell me about his recent breakup with a girl he had been dating for just over a year.
As he was leaving, I mentioned that he was always welcome to have lunch with me at noon on future deliveries. With a broad smile, he stated that he would definitely be doing so.
Fourteen days later, Gus again arrived at twelve as usual. On this occasion, however, things became a lot more personal and he asked me about my sex life in the town. I told him about Jarrod and Bull (as former chronicled in two earlier stories entitled Salad Dressing and Bull), but didn’t go into too many details. Gus seemed fascinated.
“What kind of guys do you like?” he eventually inquired. Describing Bull to him, he was left in no doubt that I preferred masculine men. Gus was particularly captivated by the fact that Bull was a married man.
“Would an oaf like me appeal to you?” he then questioned.
I was very guarded with my reply, first acknowledging that I realized he was straight, but did go on to say that I thought him very sexy. By now lunch was over and Gus had to be on his way.
Two weeks later as we stood in the kitchen, Gus told me that he had never had sex with a man. I just smiled benignly. He then became a little fidgety, before surprizing me by asking, “Would you like to suck my cock?”
“Are you serious?” I inquired in disbelief.
“Yes… yes, fuck yes,” he replied, stammering.
We locked eyes for several moments before I closed the kitchen door. Gus then undid his belt buckle and let his trousers drop to the floor. As he unbuttoned his shirt I got a look at his teddy bear stomach. He was just awesome and when I knelt before him my mouth was literally watering. I then slowly pulled his boxers down and watched his knob spring up before me.
Gus’ fat dick was as cute as he was and was surrounded by a forest of fur. Looking up at him, the look of horny anticipation on his face was mesmerizing.
As I clasped onto his shaft I slowly began to pull his thick foreskin back, releasing a wonderful odour as Gus’ dick-head popped into view. The combination of this smell and his musky crotch aroma almost had me convulsing with pleasure. Extending my tongue I licked his piss slit before my lips moved over the head of his cock and up his shaft.
The sounds emanating from him were incredible. Once my lolling tongue had supplied enough lubrication, my head began to move to and fro as I worshiped at his manhood.
Within seconds, I felt my head clamped in his strong hands as Gus began to plunder my throat. With my head glued to his genital jungle, my skull-fucking got into full stride as Gus went ballistic.
Thankfully, because of his excitement he did not last too long, and when he began to grunt that he was ready to unload I was becoming a little light-headed. What I did not know, however, was that Gus was a gusher of note. His ball juice literally exploded into my throat, almost choking me. The discomfort, though, was well worth the incredible taste of his spunk.
We had our lunch afterward and after placing the plates in the sink, Gus glanced at his watch. “I have another ten minutes before I need to be on my way,” he said. In a flash, I was back on my knees after his pants hit the floor.
Round two was less manic and my throat bashing was a lot more pleasant. Again, I got to enjoy the abundance of his nuts before Gus left.
A fortnight later, I warmed our meals prior to Gus’ arrival. As we moved into the kitchen, Gus closed the door. On this occasion, I also stripped and he followed suit. With my head against the kitchen counter, my oral stuffing soon got underway. Because of his pent-up anticipation Gus’ onslaught was even more ardent than two weeks before, and my head banging reached new heights as he thumped his dick into my mouth. I hung onto his hips for dear life, before he finally blasted his cum into my mouth.
Afterward, we quickly consumed our meal.
When he again took up station at the counter, I decided to surprise him. “Turn around and bend over,” I suggested, before telling him that I wanted to lick his backside.
With a look of bewilderment Gus slowly began to turn. “You aren’t going to fuck me?” he questioned, with concern in his voice.
“No,” I replied, “I just want to lick your hole.”
After pulling his cheeks apart, I inhaled the fragrance of his sweaty straight crack. Gus’ furry pucker and the aroma of his butt had me gasping with delight. I dove straight in and gave him a masterclass in rimming. An entirely new vocabulary of sexual sounds spilled from his lips as he began begging me not to stop. When Gus began to plead with me to munch his hole even harder, he frantically commenced tugging on his knob. I had also started wanking furiously and by the time he was ready to unload, I also shot my seed all over the floor.
After cleaning our mess, we stood around naked chatting for a while. Glancing at his watch a short while later, he again turned and presented his arse. During round two I upped the stakes and inserted my thumb into him. He seemed very comfortable with this development at first.
Next, without asking permission I arose and placed my dick at his hole before pushing it in. As I clamped onto his hips and began fucking him, protests were soon replaced by contented groans.
“Harder… fuck me harder,” he now began to intone. I did not disappoint and humped his straight arse meaningfully. Caressing his furry rump as I did so was an unbelievable experience and seconds after one another, we shot our loads.
On Gus’ next visit I had prepared my arse for a pounding, wanting to return the favour. Once the kitchen door was closed, I offered my manhole to him. Gus lost no time and within moments speared straight into me. As he excitedly thumped behind me, the exuberance of his tone was breath-taking.
Gus’ gasps and groans were an incredible turn-on and his enjoyment was contagious. I was overjoyed to allow him hump my hole as hard as he liked. Gus roared with unbridled gratification as finally erupted into me.
When I turned there was an unrestrained look of delight on his face. Caught up in the moment, he insisted on a high-five and a man hug.
After lunch he again bent over without being asked, and invited me to fuck him.
Over the next four months, our bi-monthly trysts ensued.
Sadly, after one session on a Wednesday Gus dropped the bombshell, by telling me that this would be his last visit. His employers had a policy of regularly redeploying their delivery guys, as I already knew, and he was being assigned to a new route.
Gus had never kissed me before, but that day he did. It wasn’t prolonged but sensual enough.
As I stood outside the shop with a very heavy heart, I watched his delivery vehicle driving away.
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