Brief Encounters Ch. 17

Brief Encounters Anthology

Chapter 17

The Postman Cums Twice

Lighting cracked the cloudy sky, followed moments later by a deep, rolling thunderclap. I sat on my porch wearing a robe with nothing underneath but a pair of briefs. A hot cup of coffee sat next to me on the table with a book on my lap. Sprinkles began to moisten the ground.

The weather didn't bother me, I rather enjoyed being outside in the rain. It made for a cozy experience. My neighbors on the other hand were all inside their homes keeping themselves warm. I would enter my home soon after my FedEx package arrived.

My eyes moved from left-to-right as I read my book.

I was 31 years old living in a home that was passed down to me by my parents. They passed away a couple of years ago. When it happened, my sister helped me deal with the house and she made sure the house was in my name. She didn't want it. She had her own life, her own home to be at. She was 35, married with kids.

While I was a single gay man living in the suburbs of Los Angeles, California. Being single was great to be honest, I didn't have to worry about being emotionally invested in another man. Despite my age, I still looked good enough for the younger crowd. I had a tall thin frame, a hairy chest and a bald head. Turns out a lot of guys are into bald men. I kept my figure by going on walks with my dog and frequently going to the gym three times a week. Food was something I had little of. I've always been that way though. My mother would tell me "You eat like a hamster!"

I smiled at the thought, which broke me from my reading. The lovely new book by Carly Fortune couldn't keep my attention. I loved reading her books, she always had a way with describing the hot men in the stories. And the way she would tease the sex scenes was so good, not a lot detail, but enough for the imagination to flow.

I placed the book on the table beside me and watched the dark purple FedEx truck come to a stop across the street. My package was inside.

The sprinkles turned to light rain.

The young driver stepped into the back of the truck. His name was Cesar, I knew his name because this was one of his routes. He had only picked up the route about a month ago. Within that time, we'd talk every time he made a delivery to my house.

Cesar was a sweet and attractive 22-year-old. He stood at 5'6 with a lean-muscular body. The job kept him active. His hair was buzzcut and his skin was caramel color. Every time he'd walk up my driveway wearing that snug dark purple FedEx uniform, I'd get aroused at the sight.

Unfortunately for me, Cesar was a straight man. But I wasn't too bothered with that, I was okay with just admiring him. To have a chance to have sex with him would be a dream come true. I had to remind myself that there were plenty of gay men like him for me to fool around with. Cesar was different though, we were similar in a lot of ways when it came to interests. It felt like he was an old soul in a young man's body.

I enjoyed talking to him and seeing him so much that when I ordered packages, I made sure it came from FedEx. Sometimes it would cost me extra, but to see that babyface of his every time he delivered my package was worth it.

I brought the mug to my lips and took a sip from my coffee. The hot liquid entered my mouth and went down my throat. My eyes were glued to the box truck anticipating the young driver to come out.

Another flash of lightning and rumble of thunder happened.

It was 5:45 in the afternoon and it seemed the storm was going to get worse. On the news earlier they said it was going to be the "Storm of the Century." I always rolled my eyes when they said things like that on the news. Every storm is labeled that in Los Angeles. Mass flooding was mentioned though and that did worry me. My street was prone to flooding. The house was above ground by a few feet, the water rarely made it that high. My basement would flood sometimes.

Cesar stepped out of the truck carrying a package. The poor boy had no jacket on, only his uniform. Thankfully underneath his uniform he wore a long sleeve. Cesar walked around the truck to the house down the street. His dagger tattoo on his left calf was noticeable to me. It looks like I wasn't the only one waiting for a package.

Patiently I wait for Cesar to make his deliveries. A total of 3 houses on my street had packages. Then finally the waiting ended, Cesar held my package. A car passed by him and then he jogged across the street. I watched him as he moved up my driveway.

When Cesar stepped onto my porch a smile hung from his face. The boy was drenched in water. I looked him up and down, "Cesar, you're soaking wet. You're going to get sick."

He shrugged it off, "It's fine. It's my last stop. I'm going back to the station after this."

At the very moment, a flash of lightning lit the area, then a heavy roar of thunder shook the house. It caused me to jump from my seat. When I turned to Cesar I noticed he was startled by it as well.

I grabbed the package from his hands.

The showers turned to heavy rain.

I peered to the street and began to see the waters rise quickly.

"Cesar, thank you. Do you need an umbrella?"

"No, Mr. Duvall. I'm fine."

I smiled, "Mr. Duvall? Please, Cesar, call me Larry. Mr. Duvall makes me feel old. I'm in my early 30s, kid."

Cesar laughed, "I'm sorry, Larry. I'm just used to calling everyone by their last names."

"It's fine. I'd figured after all this time of chatting, you'd be used to calling me Larry."

"Before I go, I see that you're a man of good taste."

I looked around to see what he could possibly be referring to.

"Your package, it's from Valor underwear. I wear them too," he winced, realizing he might've spoken too much, "ooh was that TMI?"

Cesar was referring to this pricey clothing brand that I ordered from. They were an online exclusive brand and you had to be a member to order them. A yearly membership price, but to me it was worth it. Underwear was their primary clothing, but they had branched out to other styles of clothing. The underwear was well-made, it felt soft depending on the style you got, and more importantly, it looked amazing on hot men. It's a small company though, only being about 2 years old. So to have Cesar be a fellow consumer took me by surprise. It made me wonder if he was wearing a pair right now. I knew that Cesar wore briefs because I would notice the brief lines in his shorts when he would deliver. I loved it when hot straight men wore briefs.

I smiled, "A man of fine taste I see. And it's not TMI."

Despite my words, he felt awkward talking about the contents of my package, so Cesar excused himself and left for his truck. My eyes never left him though. I gazed at the fine young man as he jogged down the driveway and across the street back to his truck.

The heavy rain began to spill onto the porch which was my signal to retire inside. It was far too early for me to sleep, so instead, I put the pot on for more coffee. It was going to be a long night. My dog, Tori, came up to me and licked his lips. The blue-eyed husky was only 3 years old. His fur was a mix of gray and white. He barked at me as he wagged his tale; the boy was hungry.

I poured him some food and that's when another rumble of thunder happened. It was over the house. Tori cried so I put him in his room. I knew sleep would be impossible tonight if it lingered that longer.

I entered the living room and I could hear the rev of an engine for a few seconds then stop. Curious, I looked out the window to see it was Cesar's box truck. Cesar attempted to turn on the truck, but it failed. I could see some smoke coming from the engine compartment. Cesar quickly noticed and stepped out of the truck to inspect it.

The water on the street was rising fast. It was just at his ankles. I felt so bad for him, I couldn't leave him out there in this torrential rain.

I stepped onto the porch and called for him, but he couldn't hear me due to the rain. So what I did next was reach for my car keys and turn on the alarm. Cesar quickly looked my way and I called for him. At first he shook his head, but he changed his mind when I pointed to the water surrounding his ankles.

Cesar rushed to my porch, "What's wrong with you? You're going to be swept away. What's wrong with the truck?"

He took a deep breath, "It's the engine. I think it's out. I gotta call the boss."

"Call him then," I urged. "Let me get you a towel."

"No need..." before he could finish, I was already in the house heading to the bathroom.

When I returned, Cesar was on the phone with his boss. I handed him the towel and he mouthed "thank you." I watched him as he dried himself. My eyes scanned his soaked body, the clothes now a skin-tight suit. The sight alone made me aroused. Cesar didn't notice it because he was looking at the truck.

He hung up.

"The boss told me to stand-by and he'll send someone."

"Stay here with me where it's warm."

"No, I don't want to impose."

"Nonsense, you'll get pneumonia out there."

Cesar looked like he wanted to say no, but he knew I wouldn't accept it as an answer. "Alright. Thank you Mr... I mean, Larry. Let me go lock it up and I'll come back."

Cesar went to the truck and locked it up, then swiftly returned.

Thankfully my living room had a hard floor, otherwise I would be upset that he tracked in so much water. "Would you like some coffee?" I said.

"Sure, I'd love to. Thank you."

He was so sweet.

"You have a lovely home."

While I made his cup, his phone rang. I could hear snippets of the conversation. When I returned Cesar got off the phone. I handed him the coffee and he said, "Thank you. My boss said due to the severe weather it could take a while to get me some help."

"Oh I see, you can stay here. I don't mind the company."

"Are you sure? I feel like I'm overstepping."

"Relax, Cesar, it ain't a big deal. Since you're going to stay a while, why don't I put those wet clothes in the dryer for you?"

Cesar's brown cheeks turned red, "I don't have spare clothes," I could hear the nervousness in his voice.

I smiled, "I can lend you a robe. How long did he say it will take?"

"An hour or two, maybe longer due to the road closures."

"A robe would be comfy."

"I don't know..." he began to say before I interrupted him.

"You're going to get sick. You should know better, I'm sure your Mexican mama has told you that various times.

Cesar couldn't resist laughing, "You're absolutely right. Thank you, I appreciate the hospitality."

I ushered Cesar to the bathroom for him to remove his clothes and handed him a spare robe. It was a bit shorter than the rest, ending just above the knees. I also gave him a pair of slippers.

After a few minutes, Cesar came out with the bathrobe on and handed me the wet clothes. I went to the laundry room and put them in.

When I returned, I saw Cesar in the living room mopping the floor. "Oh, you didn't have to do that," I said.

"Sorry, I saw the mop in the kitchen and I couldn't leave my mess on your floor. My mother would kill me if I didn't."

"Your momma raised you right."

I watched as Cesar mopped the living room. His legs were muscular and hairy. Part of his chest was exposed in the robe, he had on a muscle shirt underneath, but I could still see his dark chest hair. I had come this far, something I thought I'd never achieve with him.

When he finished, he joined me at the dining table for coffee. We spoke about a myriad of topics, which allowed me to learn more about him. The way he sat in the chair though gave me arousal. I couldn't quite see inside the robe, but my imagination ran wild. Every so often he'd move and I felt I would catch a glimpse, but the opportunity never arose.

We talked about life, education, fitness, and the final topic was Valor. The unopened box holding my latest order was on the table beside us. "So, how did you find out about Valor?" I said.

"A friend of mine at the gym turned me on to it. It's a bit pricey, but I think they are worth it."

"Same. I just got their latest product drop."

His eyes grew with excitement, "Oh, the Roman Pantheon line?"

It was their latest line of clothing inspired by the Romans. The underwear had different themes, such as Greeks, Norse, Egyptian. It made you feel like a God at times.

I gave him a nod.

"Can I see? Is that weird?"

I chuckled, "No, I have no issue showing another man my underwear. I've done it plenty of times."

Cesar said, "I bet."

I grabbed the box and quickly opened it, then pulled out the 3 pairs of underwear. Each was priced at $45 normally, but with the membership discount of 20%, it came out to $36. One of my favorite things about the brand was that shipping was always free. Plus the underwear brand had a deal if you made an order of 2 or more. The more you bought, the bigger the discount.

I displayed each package before Cesar; all three were briefs. He grabbed the one closest to him and opened it. It was a gold-colored one. The waistband was also gold, but with red lining to match the Roman aesthetic. He felt the material on his fingers, "Briefs?" he said.

"Another thing we have in common," I said with a smile.

Cesar looked up at me, "How'd you know I wore briefs?"

I sat down, "I ain't going to lie to you, Cesar, I've been checking out the last couple of weeks and I noticed you wore them. Which makes you hotter."

Cesar's cheeks flushed red, "Oh," he was nervous, "Thank you, Larry. I'm honestly flattered."

"So which line do you like from the Valor?"

"Oh, the Mayan one." It was the athletic one, "They're great for the gym or for work." Those were a vibrant colored line. Which struck me as odd for a straight man to wear bright colored underwear.

"Oh yeah, I own a few of those for fitness as well," I said. Cesar folded the underwear and put it back in the package. I hadn't noticed he closed his legs. I wonder if I made him uncomfortable. "So, I have to admit, I didn't take you for a briefs guys. Not many straight guys I know wear briefs."

He put the underwear back in the box, "Yeah, I normally wear boxers or trunks, but I like the briefs for fitness. Especially in my job."

"So you don't wear them outside of the job?"

Cesar brought the mug to his lips for a sip. He was nervous, "Yeah, on occasion."

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"No, you're fine. It's just, I..." his voice trailed off.

"You're bothered by my comment about your looks."

"A little. I'm okay with gay dudes, it's just I've never been hitted on by one."

I pursed my lips. Cesar was such a young fine man. I couldn't believe I had him in one of my robes.

"Sorry, I just find you very attractive. We can change the subject," I said.

It was a swift movement, but I saw Cesar's hand touch his groin. "It's okay, I'm fine."

I licked my lips, "I bet you look hot in them."

I could see the nervousness on his face grow. Cesar gulped, "I mean, none of the girls I've been with have complained."

I finished my cup.

The pang of nervousness was in my chest. I knew that Cesar was interested, but how interested was he? The house shook from the rumble of thunder overhead. The lights even flickered but I assured him that it would be fine since I had a generator.

"Lucky them. I'd love to see you in them."

He sipped on his coffee and finished. His hand was shaking as he lowered the empty mug on the saucer.

"Cesar," I said. The name call made him alert, "Could you show me your underwear?"

Another gulp, "I don't know," he began to tremble. He was so nervous that it was cute.

"How about I break the ice," I stood up and reached for the straps of my robe. His eyes grew wide and before he could say anything, I undid my robe and revealed my pink briefs; they were the Aphrodite inspired pair.

Cesar looked me up and down and spoke softly, "Wow. They look good on you."

I closed my robe and sat back down, "See, it wasn't so hard. Your turn."

Cesar stood up and reached for the straps and undid his robes. The tropical green briefs hugged his junk well. The waistband had traces of red and gold on it. The body of the underwear had a feather like design to represent the Mayans. What took me by surprise was that his cock was semi erect.

The show ended.

Cesar closed his robe.

"Done," he sat back down.

"See, that wasn't so bad."

He flashed a smile.

"I noticed you were semi-erect."

His eyes grew wide, "I was?"

"Yeah, I can only imagine how much larger it can get," I placed my hand on his right knee which caused him to jerk, "Would you let me see it?"

It was as if he were paralyzed. My hand slowly moved up his hairy thighs until it went underneath the robe. That's when he adjusted himself and cleared his throat, "I think I should go."

"Come on, your clothes are still in the dryer and we got time."

"I'm not gay," he protested.

My hand reached for his groin. The contact made him gasp, "You don't have to be gay to enjoy a good blowjob," I could feel the pulse of the cock. It was growing in size in his underwear. "It's clear Little Cesar wants it."

I gently stroked his cock through the fabric of the underwear. Each passing moment I felt it grow in size.

Cesar stared down at me with his beautiful brown eyes. He was nervous. Without a word, Cesar opened his robe and the underwear became visible to me once again. This time the cock was larger and bent into the fabric of the underwear.

I knelt down between his legs and reached for the waistband of his underwear. He watched me with his dark eyes as his breathing became more frequent. As if he were anticipating the next pleasurable moment.

The underwear left his skin as I pulled it open. I pulled the underwear far back enough for the cock to be visible. It was stuck. With my hand I touched it and pulled it out. I left the waistband tucked under his large hairy balls. The long, thick cock swung side to side. The foreskin covered the tip as if it were teasing me. At the entrance of his urethra was a bead of precum

Cesar's eyes never left mine as my right hand reached for the shaft. It was hard and warm. The soft skin felt good as I gently stroked his cock. I could feel Cesar begin to relax.

I lowered my head and brought my mouth to the tip of his cock. Cesar gasped again. The taste was salty and tangy. My tongue moved around the sensitive tip as my hand carefully peeled back the foreskin. With my tongue, I swirled it around the tip and between the slit.

Cesar moaned.

Next, I lowered my head and took more of his thick cock. The girth reminded me of a Red Bull can. The sweet taste of his Mexican cock was like a drug. I moved my head down at a steady pace. I used my hand to stroke his cock in a twisting motion.

"Shit that's amazing," he moaned.

Cesar got more comfortable and placed his hand on the back of my head. He pushed down and the cock entered my throat. I breathed through my nose as the wet warm muscles in my throat pleasured his swollen gland. Cesar grunted, then he released.

My face must've been red.

Cesar was breathing deeper and deeper as I recovered from the deep throat. I saw his chest rise and fall. Gently with my hand I stroked him.

"Jesus, that's good," he said in between breaths.

"Why don't we go to my bedroom?"

"Okay."

Any protest from him was gone. He was fully committed to the pleasure on the job.

We walked into my bedroom where we removed our robes. Cesar removed his undershirt, exposing his chiseled torso. Two hard round pecs, with broad shoulders, muscles that ran down his arm. Below his pecs were the bumps that were his rock hard arbs. A trail of dark black hair ran between his abs. Every possible muscle the man could have was visible to me.

Cesar stood at the head of my bed while I was on my knees before him. Without using my hands, I got back to sucking on his cock. I hollowed out my mouth as I sped up my head movements. My hands moved up his slender legs and cupped his butt cheeks. I made sure to inspect as much as I could with my hands.

The moans became more frequent as I pleasured the young 22-year-old's cock.

Then a disturbance. It wasn't the rain or the thunder, rather it was his phone. It rang; it was his boss. Cesar reached for his phone in his robe. I was worried that this was it, that our time had come to an end.

I had a brief moment with him.

But despite that dread, I didn't stop sucking on his cock as he answered the phone.

My eyes were glued to his face as I sucked on his massive cock. I could see his eyes lower from the waves of pleasure. I didn't care what he and his boss were talking about. I just wanted to make him cum at least before he left me.

Cesar noticed me staring and grabbed the back of my head, he shoved his cock back into my throat. He spoke to his boss as his cock was ensconced in my throat.

"Got it, boss," Cesar said.

The phone fell on the bed behind.

Cesar loosened his grip on my bald head.

We made eye contact. The boy was out of breath, "So is it done?" I said. A little bit of worry was in my voice.

Cesar stared down at me without saying a word. The suspense was killing, was our time over?

Cesar smiled, "It'll be a bit longer."

I smiled back and licked the tip of his cock, "Perfect, so we can finish."

"You almost made me cum while I was on the phone."

I licked the tip again, "Oh yeah? Like this?" I continued to lick the tip of his cock.

Moans flew out of his mouth as I went back to pleasuring his massive cock. My tongue swirled around the tip, licking every part of it. While my right hand stroked his cock and my left were on his balls, gently rolling them.

Cesar moaned.

The climax was near, indicated by the tasty and salty precum that coated my tongue.

I looked up as my cheeks hollowed out and my tongue swirled around the tip. The combination of pleasure at all fronts caused Cesar to mean and his eyes closed.

"Fuck, I'm close... I'm gonna..." Cesar never finished his sentence as his body went stiff and jerked. The first blast of cum shot into my mouth and covered everything. His knees went weak as he released the rest of his gooey seed into my mouth.

Cesar's thighs trembled as the last shot of cum entered my mouth. With my tongue I licked the sensitive tip and with my hand I squeezed the shaft to bring any remaining cum to the surface.

I stared up at him as I ran my tongue against the urethra entrance.

Cesar sat on the bed, his legs were weak from the standing.

I ran my tongue along the shaft, "I want this in my ass."

It was a declaration.

Cesar reached for his phone and looked at it briefly, "We got some time."

I removed my briefs and got on all fours on the bed. Cesar stood behind me with his moistened cock. The man still had on his briefs. Something I could see in the mirror beside the bed. It looked so hot. I watched him through the reflection as he slapped my butt cheeks with it a few times to tease me. I moaned at the action. My hole was itching for the thick long cock.

Cesar stroked himself to lubricate the tip some more, then he brought the tip to the entrance of my hole. I gasped as the cock parted my cheeks and it began to slide inside.

"Oh, you're tight," he moaned.

"I keep it tight for big boys like you," I said.

The long thick cock slithered inside my rectum. He was so big, but I loved every inch of him that was inside me.

Cesar gripped my waist as he began to sway his hips back and forth. The 8-inch monster cock slid inside me releasing a flurry of pleasure.

"Faster," I moaned.

Cesar moved his hands up my thin frame and rested them on my shoulder. There he gripped my traps and began to thrust faster. My eyes rolled back from the pleasure. I watched us in the mirror as the young 22-year-old fucked my tight hole.

With each passing moment his moans grew louder, as did mine. The sound of his pelvis slapping against my cheeks echoed through the room. The bed moved back and forth violently; the head board kept colliding with the wall.

For the next glorious minutes I was in paradise. The long cock felt like it was rearranging my organs. The constant prostate contact made my cock pulsate, releasing so much precum.

Cesar thrust hard slamming his pelvis against my firm butt cheeks. He came to a stop, but the man hadn't. "Lower yourself to the bed," he ordered.

I lowered myself onto the bed.

Cesar knelt behind me and I felt the cock slip in again. He moved slowly at first before finding a rhythm. His movements sped up and the bed once again rocked. I held myself up by my elbows and he lowered his body onto mine. His hands were out to my sides as he only used his pelvis for the movements. It went from rapid movements to a more melodic, romantic type of thrusting.

"Oh god, you're so tight... it feels so good," he muttered into my ear.

The words expanded the pleasure I was already feeling. A strong sexy fine hung man like himself made me more aroused than ever. Cesar was like a jackhammer now. Our moans accompanied the sound of the clapping.

Then it happened.

Cesar's breathing grew deeper and his moans more frequent. It was like a spiritual connection. The boy was about to cum again.

A grunt came from his mouth and his cock swelled. The gooey load fired from his hole and began to fill my tight hole with it. Cesar's movements slowed to a complete stop as he whimpered with each shot that he released.

When it was over, I was amazed by how much he had been able to release. Cesar rested his body on mine. He was dripping in sweat, as was I. He was also out of breath, as was I. We had fucked like we had been lovers for years. No man had ever made me feel this good in bed.

We said nothing for the next few minutes, only the sound of the rain, the occasional rumble of thunder and our heavy breathing was all I heard. His cock slowly deflated inside me.

Cesar pulled out and rolled over on the bed. His cock was drenched with cum and even his underwear was covered in the gooey mess.

I looked at him, sweat covered his face, his breathing was rapid. I then let out a laugh.

"What's so funny?" he said.

"The postman came twice," he smiled.

Cesar grew a smile on his face and laughed, "Yeah, I did."

"You were the best I've ever had," I said, gripping his hand.

He smiled, "Really? I'm to have the honor of that title," we laughed, "I'm going to be honest, that felt amazing. I wasn't expecting to have good sex with a man."

Cesar's phone buzzed. It was a text from his boss. He looked at the phone and said, "They're on their way, 40 minutes out."

"Go take a bath,"

He looked like he was going to protest, but instead he tucked his cum-covered cock back into his underwear and went to the bathroom.

I laid in bed for a few more minutes, then got up and put my clothes back on.

The dryer had stopped so I pulled out his clothes. I made a quick stop in the living room for something and then approached the bathroom. When I went inside, Cesar was drying himself with the towel. "Thank you for the shower."

"Of course," I placed the folded clothes on the counter.

Cesar removed the towel from his waist and I could see his flaccid cock swing around. The meer sight got me aroused again, but I had to count my blessings. Cesar reached for the first article of clothing on the pile and was surprised. He held it up before me. It was the gold pair of briefs I had just ordered.

"Wait, these are yours," he said.

"I know, but I know a thing or two about going home with cum in my underwear. Take mine. I bet you'd look amazing in them."

"I can't..." he was about to protest but realized that I wouldn't take no for an answer, "Thank you. You've been so nice to me today, I truly appreciate it."

"No problem, you can keep them... or return them next time."

Cesar slipped on the underwear, they looked amazing on him. "Next time?"

"What, you don't want seconds?" I said approaching him. I rested my hand on his smooth chest. He smelled so good.

Cesar bit his lower lip and grinned, "Perhaps."

"Well, then you know where I live."

Cesar put on the rest of his clothes and we went to the porch. The rain had died down to a light shower. He thanked me once again and began going down the stairs.

"Until next time?" I said.

He stepped down the porch and turned to smile, "Yeah, until next time."

Cesar ran to his truck and a short time later his boss arrived. Within fifteen minutes the truck was working and heading out to the station.

I went back into the house and went to the bathroom. On the floor next to the shower was Cesar's green briefs still stained with cum. I held it up with my hand and brought it to my face, I took in the aroma and immediately felt aroused. I dug my hand into my underwear and began to stroke myself.