Three Doors Down (Interlude) -- Weekend Warm Up
Legal notes apply. This story is in British English.
I had invited Luke and Chris to a WhatsApp group the evening I got home from fucking Chris into oblivion. The chat had been kinky as hell, and I had accumulated a nice library of cock and hole pics over the past few days. Luke from down the road was impatient to get naked with me and Chris, and told us that he'd been wanking whilst thinking about Chris for years.
Saturday morning came and I was up, washed, cleansed arse hole and a clean house. I had asked the boys to come over early afternoon so we could make the most of the weekend. I checked my phone and saw that the package I had ordered was two stops away; I had checked my lube provisions on the Friday night, and was annoyed to see that I had let it run a bit too low after my session with Luke. I had pulled up a kink website and ordered three bottles of extra thick lube for next day delivery, knowing how hungry Luke's hole was.
I was freeballing in a pair of loose nylon shorts that always made me horny when I saw myself in the mirror because of how they clung onto the outline of my cock. The house was warm and I couldn't be bothered to wear a T-shirt, instead enjoying glimpses of my reflection showing a toned, hairy body, and snatching sniffs of the manly smell under my arms as I built up a sweat tidying the house.
The doorbell brought me out of a daydream and I went to open the front door. The postman was standing there looking sheepish, and I could see that the box in his hand was partially ripped open.
"Hi, I erm, gosh I'm really sorry, the van loading team most have stacked something on top of your package and it burst open... I, uh, checked inside... nothing has, er, leaked." He said slightly awkwardly, with a slight smirk on his face.
I cleared my throat and thought about a reply that might lighten the situation,
"No worries, not your fault, would have been a hell of a clean-up job if it had leaked!" I laughed, instantly regretting the fact I had just reiterated the fact that the box was stuffed full of bottles of lube.
The postman cracked a smile, and I managed to take a moment to assess what seemed to me to be a fine looking guy. His name tag read `Vijay', maybe early 50s, short grey hair and grey stubble that contrasted beautifully against his dark brown skin. His Royal Mail, red T-Shirt hugged a defined chest, and I could see some grey chest hair poking out of the collar. He was slim, and as with all postmen was wearing shorts even in November.
"Yeah would have been a mess with that amount! Planning a, erm, party?" He raised his eyebrows and winked at me. His eyes rested on the outline of my cock in my shorts, before tracing up my body until he made eye contact again.
"Well, you could say!" I smirked, a hand subconsciously moving to adjust my cock.
He was still holding the box, and I reached to take it off him. As I took it, he held on just a second too long with his left hand, the right I noticed was rearranging what looked like an uncomfortable hard on in his shorts as he maintained eye contact.
"What time is the party?" He asked, a husky tone entering his voice.
"Not for another hour," I replied as I looked directly back at him. I was rock hard and a wet spot had started to appear on my shorts.
"Maybe you need a warm-up then?" and with that he stepped across the threshold of the front door. I nodded at him, letting him know that a warm-up was just what I needed, and he pushed the front door closed behind him. I took a step back and found space to place the box on the floor, and as I stood up he took my shoulders and confidently spun me around so that I was facing the hallway wall. My hands were above my head to brace myself whilst he grabbed my hips and pushed his hard cock against my arse crack. He rubbed himself against me, and whispered in my ear,"
"This pussy needs filling doesn't it?"
"Fuck yes it does."
"I've got a three week load I'm going to pump inside you, my wife hasn't put out in a long time," he said as he undid his shorts and slipped them down over his work boots.
He was now pushing his fat cock against my hole through my shorts, making me push back, my arse trying to fight against the material to force him inside. He span me round to face him and pushed my head down towards his dick. My suspicions were confirmed, this was a fat cock. It wasn't particularly long, but had a spectacular girth to it, and my fingers barely touched when I wrapped a hand around the shaft. I brought my nose into his salt and pepper pubes and inhaled the smell of a cock that had been straining against his underwear since early morning. The scent of musky cock and sweat was intoxicating, and I moved to enjoy the smell around his balls, which were big and heavy, weighing down his dark brown sack. I popped one into my mouth and gently washed off the morning's sweat, before moving onto the next. He was groaning, but thrusting at the same time, clearly just desperate to dump his massive load inside me.
I took the fat, uncut shaft into my mouth to get it nice and wet, and after a few seconds he powerfully pulled me up with his strong arms and pushed me back against the wall into my original position. Bending down, he grabbed a bottle of the lube that was in the box on the floor, and squirted some along the length of his cock, roughly pulling my shorts down and applying some at the top of my arse crack. He used his cock to spread the lube against my wanting hole, and lined himself up, my pussy starting to open around his big cock head. He held onto my shoulders,
"Ready?"
"Uh huh," I nodded, wiggling my arse lips around his lubed up cock, trying to capture this fuck stick inside me.
I needn't have tried, in one fluid motion he entered me balls deep, before pulling out and jack hammering into me again. I caught my breath, not quite having time to get used to this girthy cock that was pummelling my prostate. He was clinging onto me and fucking me with an animalistic lust, each time he rammed his fat dick home I felt the walls of my arse get pushed open to make space for him. I built up a gentle rhythm in response to his efforts, as much to get him inside me deeper as to reassure him that his fuck was being enjoyed.
I was really getting into the swing of it when I started to feel his legs shake. He gripped me with both arms hooked under mine and around my chest so that he could pull me onto his thick cock. I reached back and parted my arse cheeks, hoping to get half an inch more cock in my hole. This was enough to send him over the edge. He bit down on my shoulder to stifle his screaming orgasm as I felt his incredible cock throb a thick load into my hungry pussy. Wave after wave washed over him as he rewarded me with more cum than I had ever taken before from one session. I felt him weakly cling onto me, his sweaty, hairy chest resting against my back, and breathing raggedly. After a few minutes he regained some strength and stood up straight, cock still buried deep inside me.
"Wow, I really needed that, thanks man," he said as he started to pull out.
I flexed my cunt and tightened my arse lips around his withdrawing cock, making sure I kept every drop of his seed inside me. Being a good host, I dropped to my knees and sucked off the remaining cum from his shaft and balls, making sure he was clean and ready to go back to work.
"You're more than welcome, no need to knock next time you have post for me!" I half-joked, hoping to see this handsome silver fox again.
"Don't you worry," he chuckled, "Saturday morning is my usual shift, I can add your house to my round, I mean, I've got a fat package for your letterbox whenever you like!"
I still hadn't cum, and the conversation was just keeping up the flow of precum leaking down my shaft, but I wanted to save myself for the guys coming over in (I checked my watch) half an hour!
"Thanks Vijay, I'm Otto by the way, you're welcome next Saturday, and the Saturday after," I laughed, "Anyway I better go and sort myself out before my guests arrive."
With that I pulled my shorts up as he zipped his and opened the front door.
"Cheers for the package!" I called after him.
I closed the door but left it on the latch so that my guests could walk straight in, then ran upstairs and found a plug that was fat enough to keep my now loosened hole from spilling any of the buckets of cum he'd gratefully unloaded inside my now warmed-up arse hole. Inserting one that would form a tight seal, I finally lay down and took a moment to calm myself so that I would be ready for the fuckathon that was to happen in less than thirty minutes...
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