Tempting the Delivery Guy

A Simple Story of Seduction.

I watched as the small blue van from Lambert's deli made it's way up the hill. I was determined that today was the day I was going to have the delivery guy.

Ryan had been bringing my order for a few weeks now and despite my best efforts, I hadn't been able to lure him into my clutches.

I remember the first time he came. I opened the door and there stood this smiling young man, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, with a blonde buzz cut and clear blue eyes.

His tanned body looked smooth and muscular, just a little on the heavy side that stretched the t-shirt across his chest and the shorts clung to his meaty thighs.

My box of groceries sat at his feet on the top step.

"Hello Mr Miller, I'm Ryan. Here's your order and everything's there."

"Nice to meet you, Ryan and thanks very much."

"No problem, see you next week."

Then he was gone, hurrying down the steps to his van. As he dashed away, I couldn't take my eyes off his arse. The way that his cheeks filled out the khaki shorts, the way they moved as he walked and how the shorts rode up slightly into his crack.

That's when I decided that I had to have him.

Next week, I thought I'd test the waters to see if there was any interest on his part, so in the afternoon, I dressed in a t-shirt and grey sweat pants with no underwear, so that my thick cock was swinging free and pushing against the fabric, helped by a cock ring that enhanced what was already obvious.

When the doorbell rang, he stood there on the doorstep, looking just as hot as last time and as I chatted to him, I could see his eyes drifting downwards to my bulge.

When I moved it made my cock jiggle around inside my pants and Ryan's face flushed pink beneath his tan.

"Better go, Mr Miller, loads of deliveries today. See you next week."

There was definitely interest there and I smiled to myself as I carried the box to the kitchen.

Next week the weather was really hot, so when I opened the door to Ryan, all I had on was a pair of small nylon shorts, so that you could almost see the shape of my cock through the thin fabric. I had considered wearing a t-shirt but when I looked at myself in the mirror, I was in okay shape for a forty year old guy and had a decent tan, so didn't bother.

Ryan's eyes opened wide when he saw me standing there and he flushed again, trying hard not to stare.

"Your delivery, Mr Miller."

"Thanks, Ryan. Hot today isn't it?"

He nodded and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Would you like a glass of water?"

"That would be great, thanks."

But when I invited him to come in, he shook his head.

"No, it's okay, I'll just wait here."

I got him his glass of water, but before I went back out, I gave my cock a little stroke to get it nice and plump.

His eyes were fixed on my shorts, which made him spill some of his water, that ran down the front of his t-shirt and a minute later, he handed back the empty glass.

"Thanks very much, Mr Miller, need to go."

He hurried down the steps, but before he got back into the van, he turned round for a last look, giving me a little wave.

Shame he didn't stay, maybe he was shy, or maybe he really did have loads of deliveries that couldn't wait, but I knew he wanted my cock and I was determined to wear him down.

Over the next couple of days, I thought a lot about Ryan's arse, stroking my morning wood as I imagined slipping my cock between his plump cheeks, so I decided that I couldn't wait till next week's delivery for another attempt to reel him in.

On the Tuesday morning, I cycled down the hill and visited the deli, picking up ham and cheese, as well as pasta, tinned goods and 3 bottles of wine.

Nick Lambert himself was on the counter.

"I'm on the bike, so I'll just take the cheese and ham. Can you deliver the rest?"

"No problem, but it might be late afternoon, I'll have to wait till Ryan comes back."

"That's okay, no rush, but if I'm out just leave it in the usual place."

The usual place was at the back, through the gate to the walled garden, then leave it inside the log storage box by the back terrace.

I'd no intention of being out, because I had a plan that would hopefully tempt Ryan into surrender.

So here I was standing by the window watching the road, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and when I saw the van coming up the hill, I went out the back to the terrace, slipping off the robe on the way and lay down on one of the sun loungers.

I heard the doorbell ring twice, followed by a knock, then silence. A few minutes later the latch went on the gate and I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. Feet crunched on the gravel path, coming towards me, then stopped and I heard someone catch their breath.

I risked a look through almost closed eyes and could make out the figure of Ryan as he laid the box he was carrying on the ground and came closer. He stood there for a minute or two staring down at my naked body.

"Hello, Mr Miller are you awake?"

I pretended to wake up.

"Oh thanks Ryan, I must have dozed off."

"No problem. I've brought your groceries."

He pointed to the box.

"Will I take them inside for you, Mr Miller?"

"That would be great, Ryan."

I followed him into the kitchen, admiring his arse as he deposited the box on the worktop.

"Sorry about my nakedness, I hope you weren't shocked."

"You can do what you like in your own garden and no I wasn't shocked at all. I was enjoying the view actually."

He gave me a cheeky grin, his eyes fixed on my cock and I found myself smiling back.

"So would you like to do something about it?"

"Yes please, Mr Miller."

Boldly, he took a step towards me and fondled my cock, which was already halfway erect. He ran his other hand over my upper body, brushing his fingertips over my nipples.

I was rock hard by now and looking down, I could see a bulge in his shorts, plus a damp patch where his cock was leaking.

"Why don't you get undressed, Ryan?"

He pulled the t-shirt over his head, revealing a tanned upper body, with bulging pecs and large brown nipples. When he dropped his shorts, there was no underwear, just a short thick cock standing proud, with smooth round balls.

What I was dying to see was his naked arse, that I'd been lusting after for weeks.

"Have you ever been fucked, Ryan?"

He had a good look at my thick, hard cock and swallowed, his cheeks blushing pink, before replying.

"No never, Mr Miller."

"Would you like my cock inside you, Ryan?"

"Yes, I think I'd like that, Mr Miller."

He turned round and bent over the sink, displaying his chunky round arse for me, which looked much paler than the rest of his body but very enticing. I parted his cheeks and got my first look at his pink hole, which was already quivering with anticipation.

I decided not to mess around, but spat on my hand and rubbed it over the head of my cock, letting another mouthful drip between his cheeks.

Lining my cock up, I slowly pushed against his hole, feeling the resistance for a moment before he gave way and I found myself sliding up inside his back passage with ease. If I'm honest, I'd expected him to be tighter, but I wasn't complaining, just happy to be fucking his virgin arse.

As I thrust into him, a low moan escaped from Ryan's lips.

"You enjoying this, Ryan?"

"Oh yes, I'm loving it, Mr Miller. Fuck me harder."

I thought to myself that Ryan was just born to be a bottom as I pounded his arse hole with my hard rod, slamming against his plump round cheeks with every thrust.

He held on to the taps, his head almost in the sink, his breath coming in gasps.

"Oh that feels good, Mr Miller. Your cock's so big and hard."

For someone who'd allegedly never had a cock inside him before, Ryan was catching on fast. Not only was he giving me verbal encouragement, but he was using his sphincter muscles on my shaft, giving it a squeeze and pushing back against my thrusts, our bodies making a slapping sound as we connected.

"I want your cum, Mr Miller. I want to feel it inside me."

That's exactly what I was going to give him any time soon, as my cock slammed once more up his warm hole and my balls tingled with the feeling of my sperm rising, ready to explode inside him.

He could feel my shaft stiffen and began to make little panting noises, as I let go a massive jet of cum, filling his back passage with my seed, slowly thrusting inside him till I was empty.

Although he'd released his grip on the taps, Ryan was still draped over the sink and I leaned forward wrapping my arms around his upper body and pulled him towards me.

"Did you like that Ryan?"

"Oh yes Mr Miller, I never thought something could feel that good."

Making sure my cock stayed inside him plugging his arse hole, I reached round and took hold of his cock, stroking him fast, till he let out a loud yell and splattered the kitchen unit with a huge load of cum that gushed from his cock and ran down the door.

After we'd cleaned up and got dressed, I asked him if he wanted to come back, when he'd more time.

"Yes, I'd like that Mr Miller."

We exchanged phone numbers so we could keep in touch and arrange something, but I had hopes for a quickie on delivery day, because now that he'd had a taste of my cock inside him, I was sure I could tempt him again.

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Now read on for an expanded version of the same story from Ryan's POV.

I was having difficulty finding a summer job in our small town till my Mum came home from shopping one day.

"Ryan, I've just been into Lambert's deli and he's looking for someone to help out during the busy summer."

"Sounds good, Mum. Should I ring him?"

"No, I told him that you'd be interested, so he said you can come down at closing time for a chat."

Later that afternoon, I got changed into chino shorts and a polo. Before setting off I checked my appearance in the mirror and thought I looked tidy enough for an interview.

I arrived just as the shop shop was closing and Nick Lambert was there to let me in, locking the door and leading me through to his small office at the rear.

He was still the same as I remembered, a small lean guy in his fifties with silver hair and a trimmed beard, wearing his customary black T-shirt, light cotton trousers and a black butcher's apron with the deli logo on the front.

He gestured for me to sit while he took off the apron and sat down opposite me.

As we chatted, I began to get distracted. He had his legs open and there was what looked like a fat salami sausage, showing very obviously at one side.

As we continued to talk, I felt my face becoming warm, for some reason I blush very easily and he must have been aware where my eyes were going but made no comment, till we'd finished and the job was mine.

"So, look forward to seeing you on Monday, Ryan."

"Thank you very much, Mr Lambert. I really appreciate it."

"Just call me Nick and I think there's one more thing before you go."

He unzipped his trousers right there in front of me and out flopped his cut cock, that was already semi hard and looked about seven inches long.

My face went bright red, but I couldn't look away from the sight of the thick, tasty cock poking out of his trousers.

"Want to suck it?"

"Yes please, Mr Lambert, sorry Nick."

He walked towards me and brushed his now hard cock against my lips, putting his hand on the back of my head.

I opened my mouth and swallowed the whole length of his shaft, something I'm really good at, then proceeded to give him the best blow job I could manage, although his cock continued to grow as I sucked, until I had trouble getting all the way down.

Nick gripped my head and began pumping his hips against my face, his cock nearly choking me as the head slammed against the back of my throat.

Just when I thought I'd stopped breathing, I felt his rod stiffen up and he released his load, flooding my mouth with a huge amount of cum that I swallowed as best I could, till he stopped jerking and took his still hard cock out of my mouth, so that I could finally breathe.

He stroked the back of my neck.

"You're a great cocksucker, Ryan. Sorry if I was a bit rough, I haven't come in ages."

"I'm not complaining. Will this be part of my job description?"

That made him laugh.

"Yeah, we can fool around sometimes."

When he let me out, I was already looking forward to Monday.

My first week went really well. Most mornings I unpacked boxes in the store room, then made up the customer orders, before taking them out in the van for delivery.

I tried to get through them as fast as possible, not only to let Nick know I was a hard worker, but also because I wanted to get back in time to suck his cock at closing time, which had become almost a daily thing.

Most of my deliveries were in town, but on Friday I had a delivery for a Mr Miller, who lived at the top of the hill out in the country, which was a regular order apparently.

When he answered the door, I just had time to register a handsome, middle-aged man in tight jeans and a polo, before dashing off, keen to get back to Nick's cock.

I did think afterwards that he looked an interesting sort of guy and I'd pay more attention next week.

The next Friday when I rang the bell, he was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants. Of course my eyes were immediately drawn to the bulge of his cock and it looked like he wasn't wearing anything underneath. Every time he moved, his cock moved too and I felt my face getting hot.

Although he obviously wanted to chat and probably something else, I pleaded loads of deliveries and dashed away.

Back in Nick's little office, I started asking him about Mr Miller, which made him suspicious, so I told him about my doorstep encounter with him earlier.

"That sounds like Jack Miller. He's tried that before with my young delivery guys. Were you tempted?"

I had to admit that I was.

"Well he's got a nice big cock, but I'd make him wait for it."

"Do you think so?"

"Oh yes, he won't give up and it'll be interesting to see what he tries next."

All the time we'd been talking, Nick had been rubbing himself through his trousers and I could see the outline of his erection against the thin material. He started to unzip himself.

"How about you suck my cock for some extra practice."

I was on my knees in a flash, eager to have his fat rod in my mouth, as he let it flop out of his pants right in front of me.

After two weeks, I was used to handling the size of him and went to work on servicing the huge cock that was already filling my mouth even at half mast.

This was always my favorite part of the day getting to suck off my boss, especially now that he'd calmed down a bit since the first time and let me take control without ramming his cock halfway down my throat.

He was stroking the back of my head.

"That feels so good, Ryan. You know how to take care of a guy."

It pleased me to hear him say that and I doubled down on my efforts to get him to come and fill me with his load.

A few minutes later that's exactly what happened, when he suddenly gripped on to me as his cock exploded, sending a huge jet of hot thick cum shooting into my mouth and running down the back of my throat.

I sucked and licked on his shaft, till it was clean and I'd swallowed every drop, then stood up, expecting him to stuff his cock back in his trousers, but instead he got on his knees in front of me.

"I think that deserves a reward."

Nick freed my erection from my shorts and proceeded to wank me off, till I was ready to come, then opened his mouth to catch my load, as I released rope after rope of cum on to his tongue and down his throat, till I was spent.

He stood up, licking his lips and kissed me on the mouth.

"Your cum tastes good, buddy. Come on let's head home."

Next week I got a shock when I rang Mr Millers doorbell.

He answered the door in a pair of tiny running shorts and nothing else. They were so thin you could clearly see the shape of his cock pushing against the nylon fabric

My face got hot right away and I couldn't take my eyes off him. When he went to get me a glass of water, I did think that this time I would give in, but Nick's voice echoed in my head to make him wait another week, so I finished my water quickly and made my escape.

When I got back at the end of the day, Nick wanted to know how my delivery to Mr Miller had gone.

I described him standing there in his tiny shorts that barely covered his cock and how I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Nick already had his cock out, stroking it to hardness and I was finding it difficult to concentrate on my story.

"You wanted him to fuck you, didn't you?"

I nodded my head, eyes fixed on Nick's erection.

"I did, but you told me to wait."

"That's right, but next time I think you should give him what he wants."

He watched my face go pink, at the thought of getting fucked by Mr Miller.

"In the meantime, why don't you drop your shorts and bend over the desk, my cock's hard and ready."

While I was getting rid of my shorts, I watched his huge thick shaft standing out from his fly and still couldn't get over how a small guy like Nick could have such a massive thing between his legs.

I bent over and waited to be penetrated.

He reached behind the PC and brought out a bottle of lube, then I felt something cool against my pucker and slippery fingers inserted themselves into my hole, poking and stretching me open.

Fingers were replaced by Nick's bulbous head, pushing against me and demanding entry. I relaxed as much as I could and then he was inside me, his thick shaft slowly edging further up my back passage till he was balls deep.

I gripped the sides of the desk as he began to thrust against me, pounding my hole hard and fast, the thickness of him filling me completely, stretching me and penetrating deep inside me.

He carried on thrusting against me and I couldn't think of anything else apart from the huge cock that was filling and pounding my hole.

Nick's fucking increased in speed, our bodies making a slapping sound as they connected, then all of a sudden he came and I felt hot liquid flood my back passage, flowing inside me, filling me with his seed.

He grunted and gave a few more jerks, then pulled his cock out of my hole.

I turned round to see him wipe his cock with a cloth and stuff it back in his trousers.

"Okay, home time young man. Let's see what Jack Miller gets up to next week and remember, give him what he wants."

I didn't have to wait until next Friday. On Tuesday, when I got back from my deliveries, Nick called me through.

"An extra delivery today for Mr Miller, so take your time."

He gave me a wink.

"And remember, he'll be really happy if he thinks he's taking your cherry, so act innocent."

I could feel my face getting hot and I escaped with the box before he could tease me further, but I did hear him call after me.

"I'll be waiting to hear all the details."

All the way along the road, I kept thinking about Mr Miller's big cock inside me, so I was disappointed when there was no answer.

I knew about the safe place to leave it, so headed round the back and into the garden.

That's when I got a big surprise.

Jack Miller was lying there naked on a sunbed, with his eyes closed.

I put down the box and went closer, having a good look at his body and the thick semi erect cock resting across one thigh.

He seemed to be sleeping, but I wasn't convinced, because his eyes opened immediately when I spoke.

I offered to take the box indoors for him, hoping that it would lead to me getting fucked by his big cock and I wasn't disappointed.

He got me to undress and when he asked me if I'd been fucked before, I acted all innocent and said no, which seemed to please him.

I ended up bent over the sink, being pounded by Jack Miller's thick rod, that was almost as big as Nick's, as he penetrated deep inside me.

He came quickly with a loud yell and a mighty thrust that sent my head almost right into the basin.

Expecting him to pull out, I was surprised when he stayed inside me and stretched round to grab my aching cock and jerk me off till I came, sending jet after jet of my cum splashing against the unit door.

After a quick tidy up and exchanging numbers, I headed back to the shop, where I knew Nick would be waiting to get all the details.

Sure enough, he was sitting on his chair in the office, legs apart, hands on his crotch, rubbing the big bump in his trousers.

He took one look at my face and grinned.

"You've been fucked, haven't you?"

When I confessed that I had been, he wanted to know every detail and as I began telling him about finding Jack Miller naked in the garden, he unzipped to free his semi hard cock from his trousers and started to stroke.

When I got to the part about being bent over the sink and getting pounded, I could see the precum dripping from the tip of his dick as his hand slid up and down the length of his shaft.

By the time I got to the end of my story, Nick was rock hard, his thick rod throbbing and pulsing in front of me, his other hand up inside his T-shirt twisting his nipples.

He looked at me and didn't have to say anything, I just dropped my shorts and bent over the desk.

"Fuck me, Nick."

He slid in easily, filling me with the size of him and wasted no time in ramming his huge cock as far inside me as he could, his thrusts coming fast and hard against my arse cheeks.

"That feels so good, boss."

"So how do I compare to Jack Miller?"

"You're the best, Nick. I've never had a cock like yours."

I wasn't saying that to stoke his ego, I really meant it. His was the biggest cock I'd ever taken and nobody had fucked me like him before.

The desk started wobbling and I grabbed hold of the PC as it moved across to the edge, my body pressed against the wooden surface by Nick's relentless pounding of my hole.

I sensed the change in him and knew I was going to get another huge load in my arse to join Jack's.

A minute later, he groaned loudly and his cock erupted, sending hot liquid flowing up my back passage, that kept on coming till with a final jerk, he lay still over my back, his breathing ragged.

When he moved, he helped me get up and turned me around, his mouth finding mine for a long slow kiss, before he broke away.

"You're always a great ride Ryan, but I was so turned on by your visit to Jack Miller, I thought I'd never stop cumming."

I looked down at his swollen cock that was still semi hard and dropped to my knees, using my tongue to clean him up, enjoying the feel of him in my mouth.

We sat down and chatted afterwards. Nick had no objections to me carrying on getting fucked by Jack Miller, in fact from now on he would put his delivery down as last for the day, so there was time for a little fun. The only thing was that I had to tell him all about it when I got back, no doubt followed by his big cock inside me.

I couldn't wait.