Date: Mon, 04 Oct 1999 05:19:45 PDT From: Justin Shorts Subject: Delivery Boy DELIVERY BOY by JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com) Of course, I spotted Dean the very first time that I had gone to my new local supermarket. Freshways had opened the store after months of building work, and I had seen the adverts recruiting new staff in the local press a few weeks before it actually opened. I went for the first time within a week or two of its opening, and quickly decided that it had all I needed to make it my weekly shop. No doubt I was helped in coming to that decision by the sight of young Dean, fair-haired and eager, standing rather shyly in the area of the checkouts. He wore the regulation store uniform - rather tight black trousers (I'm not sure that the tightness was a requirement, but I wasn't complaining), open-necked white shirt, and a kind of red waistcoat which was really charming. I experienced the tell-tale weakness at the knees and slightly wistful feeling, but at least thought that it made for a good distraction on a Saturday morning. By the time I had completed my tour of the shop and was queuing to pay, I was surprised and not a little delighted to find Dean approaching me. 'Did you find everything that you wanted, sir?' he asked, in a soft, sexy voice. This was my first look at him close-up, and he came well up to expectations. He was a teenager, 18 I suppose, with the most fantastic long curly eyelashes that made me melt. 'We're asking all customers on their first visit, as they won't be familiar with the layout of the store.' 'And how do you know it's my first time here?' I asked, genuinely curious. 'A lucky guess, sir, and I noticed you earlier looking in my direction so I wondered if you wanted assistance.' I smiled and thought the obvious, but said, glancing at his name badge, 'that's really good of you, Dean, but I think I did in the end manage to find everything. But I have to stay it's a very cunning initiative, making us feel looked after.' He looked a bit crestfallen. 'But it's not meant to be cunning, sir. We were told in our training sessions that customer care is all important.' 'And they were right, it is. I didn't mean to sound cynical.' 'We've even introduced a home delivery service. You can order things from our webpage, or ring up, or we will deliver stuff bought today within an hour of your getting back home.' A seed of an idea was born. 'Hey, now that could be useful to me. I have to go on to do a few other things now, and it would be really helpful if you could get this stuff over to my place in, say, two hours time. Is there an extra charge?' Dean smiled. 'No sir. Free delivery within a two mile radius of the store. Where do you live?' I gave my address (I was only a ten minute walk away), and then took my life in my hands. 'Any chance of your delivering it yourself, Dean? That would be an added bonus so far as I am concerned.' He blushed, and I knew that this was the moment when he could decide to pull out or step into that ripple of excitement that I had set in motion. There would be nothing easier for him than to say that he was required to stay on duty in the store, and that someone else would come around with my stuff. There was just a moment's hesitation, and then he said: 'No problem. Let me just take the address down, and I'll be there by 11.00.' 'So you're old enough to drive, then?' (I was just checking things out...) 'Of course. I've been driving for nearly a year. I may look younger, but I'm not.' He smiled, and turned away, and waited for me the other side of the checkouts to take my bags away once I'd paid. That didn't take too long, and I left the young teen with my things and headed off to get ready for whatever the rest of the morning might hold in store. Of course, I didn't have any other jobs to do at all, but I just wanted time to enjoy the anticipation of his arrival. When I got back to my flat, I felt strangely excited and nervous with anticipation. Perhaps I had moved too fast, assumed too much, and I was in for an embarrassing cold shoulder. Oh, what the hell. If he told me to fuck off, I could cope with that, but somehow I felt that this boy had a sensitivity and self-awareness that had immediately allowed him to register what the significance of our conversation had been about. He knew there was a game being played, and had not backed off. He was up for it, I felt sure. But as it grew near to his arrival, I had come round to thinking that I was ridiculous to imagine that a three-minute conversation in the supermarket had secured anything other than an agreement from a keen new employee to do his job well. To assume anything else was sheer arrogance on my part. All the same, I spent time changing into some of my favourite items: white teeshirt, a pair of tightly hugging white nylon mesh briefs (I only need to pull these on and my cock would begin to harden - 'down boy' I muttered), and black jeans to match Dean's black uniform trousers. God I was hot for it. If the lad hadn't been due to arrive in ten minutes, I would have had to go straight into wank mode. The doorbell rang. Trying to calm myself, I wandered down the hall and threw open the door. 'Hi there' I said, over-eagerly. 'Dead on time. Come on in.' I turned and he followed me down the hall and into the kitchen, carrying the bags. 'Leave them on the floor there and I'll unpack later. Have you got time for a drink?' Here was his second chance of the day to step away from the future. Say no, and that would be it. A nice thought, but a mere fantasy. But say yes... Just as he had done in the store, he paused for a moment before answering. He was weighing things up. 'That would be great, thanks. This is actually my break anyway, and I have an hour.' 'And you gave up your break to deliver to a customer? Some break!' 'But as I said before, customer care is all important. I want to give satisfaction.' Now, how deliberate can you get? I think you have to agree that if this wasn't a come on line, then this was one innocent lad. And somehow I thought that as far as innocence was concerned, he probably couldn't even spell the word. I fetched a can of coke and handed it over: he flipped of the ringpull and threw his throat back and drank. The smoothness of his throat excited me; cool and creamy, as smooth as I hoped the rest of him would be. 'Mind if I get rid of this?' he asked, pulling at his red waistcoat. 'Not at all. Kind of cute, isn't it? Do you all have to wear them?' 'No, only lads doing my job. It's to help identify us for the customers.' His fresh white shirt was pulled slightly away from his tight black trousers, and I could see a flash of his naked stomach. I breathed heavily and pointed it out - 'hey, looks like you're coming apart a bit at the seams.' 'Oh yeah, sorry.' But rather than tuck his shirt back into his jeans, Dean pulled it free and even undid the bottom couple of buttons. 'No need to stop there kid. Let me help you out.' I stepped forward, and he walked into my arms. The freshness and warmth of the boy was overpowering, and he was ripe for it. With both hands, I slowly undid his shirt buttons all the way up, and then lightly tugged it back over his shoulders, but without removing it yet. Parted down the middle, his open shirt revealed a hairless taut chest and flat stomach, teenage perfection. He was fit without being muscled. He rested his head on my shoulder as I took him in my arms, and began to stroke the smooth warmth of him. My fingertips brushed his nipples, and they firmed to my touch. 'This customer is feeling pretty satisfied already' I said, and he laughed lightly. I was surprised to feel his hands reach around behind me and cup my buttocks, pressing me into him gently but quite firmly. Then he slipped his hands beneath my loose teeshirt, and made contact with my naked back. This kid knew what he was about. He lifted his head from my shoulder and looked at me, and we closed up and kissed. His lips were full and sweet, and his eyes closed as he kissed. My left hand slipped downwards to the front of his black shop trousers, and I had the lightest of feels, travelling over the front of his packet to try to work out what was down there. I met with gentle resistance - and so I pressed a little harder and felt the firmness of this teen's packet of joy, waiting for my further investigation. There was a silkiness to him, as I rubbed gently through the black trousers, and I could feel the resistance of his underwear beneath. We stopped kissing, and he threw his head back, so I nuzzled his throat. Then I dropped suddenly to my knees in front of him, and sank my mouth into the black fabric of his trousers, sucking and mouthing the material eagerly. The warm aroma of boycock was unmistakable. He parted his legs instinctively, and even put both hands on his hips to push himself forward into me. I reached up with my right hand and unfastened his catch, and then tugged at the tip of his zip. The trousers were so tight that it was difficult of me to get the zip to lower, and Dean helped me out, eager to shuck his trousers. I opened the trousers wide then, so that I could explore the delights of his underwear, always a favourite moment for me. He began to pull his gaping trousers down his thighs as I gazed excitedly at a pair of bulging white nylon briefs, shiny and soft, already showing the telltale signs of moistness from the teenager's precum, making the briefs transparent at that spot. 'Oh yeah, Dean, what a hot stud you are, standing there in your briefs, waiting to be sucked through the sexy seethrough nylon. God, how I want to suck you hot hard teencock.' Dean laughed, and stood proudly with his hands back on his hips, pushing himself tantalisingly forwards into me. He was as randy as I was. 'Mmm, go for it mate. Suck my nylon briefs until you make me shoot my spunk.' In my experience, it's unusual for kids of his age to talk hot during sex, and I love it! It really turns me on, and I wanted to encourage him. 'What a big cock you've got, bulging in your briefs. I want you to rub yourself for me, just as if you were on your own, and let me see you get really stiff through your nylon. Come on Dean, give yourself a good feel, and start to wank.' Dean didn't need much encouragement, I have to say. His hand immediately went to the front of his shiny briefs and he began to stroke his hard teenmeat through the flimsy nylon, murmuring deep in his throat as he did so. The length of his quivering shaft slowed clearly through the material, a good six inches of youthful cockmeat, moving easily and excitedly beneath the confining nylon. His fingers feathered the length of his shaft as I watched, and he smiled at me all the time as he felt himself up. After a minute or two he took his other hand from his hip and slipped it down the front of the tight briefs, gripping his naked teencock and gently jerking the head. Although I hadn't yet set eyes on his uncovered meat, I could tell that he was uncut, and the large mushroom head showed clearly through the white nylon with his foreskin moving freely up and down as he wanked himself. I could have watched for ever, but I was anxious that Dean didn't cum too soon. I wanted to get my mouth and hands on the youngster to help him along to that final explosion. And so after a few minutes of enjoying the sight of this teenager massaging his throbbing bulge, I took over from him and allowed my hands to stroke and slide over the slippery warm nylon of his hugging briefs. The length of the boy's cock delighted me, and as I stroked it insistently I enjoyed seeing the precum flowing freely from his swollen knob end and flooding the soft nylon, making the briefs ever more transparent. I moved towards him, and my mouth began to close over the bulging briefs. The heady scent of his cock, and the tang of his precum, entered my nostrils as my lips made contact with the cloth-covered flesh. I head-bobbed Dean so that his cock, sheathed in nylon, entered mouth, and the delightful kid moved in rhythm with me, plunging his sheathed boydick into my eager mouth. Droplets of his teenage precum dribbled into my mouth, sieved through nylon, and it was sweeter than honey. I sucked noisily on his quivering cockmeat and through the softness of his nylon flickered my tongue round his foreskin, teasing under the sensitive head and encouraging more and more of his teenage precum to flood his briefs. His groans were loud now, and he was lost in the ecstasy of it all. We were still in the kitchen, and I wanted him on the bed, so I gently eased him backwards through the open door into the bedroom across the passage. He fell back onto the soft bed, and lay with his legs wide apart, dressed only in his brilliantly white briefs and a pair of white sports socks - I had managed to lose the shirt as we left the kitchen. As he lay back looking upwards at me, his nylon briefs soaked from my sucking and from his youthful flood of precum, I pulled my white teeshirt up over my head and dropped it to the ground. Then I began to unfasten the belt to my black jeans, but before I unzippered myself I made him watch as I rubbed my hard cock through my jeans. 'This is your fault, Dean, you have made me so hard and hot in my jeans. My cock is desperate to be released and I want to shoot my spunk so badly because of you.' My cock was tingling deliciously as I rubbed myself through the jeans, and I knew that my nylon mesh briefs were already wet with precum - I always produce a lot. I wanted Dean to see what I had to offer him, so I now pushed the zip of my jeans down and tugged them open. I was pleased to see that his eyes were fixed on my crutch, and he gasped quite loudly when he saw that, like him, I was wearing white nylon. I glanced down at myself, and was pleased to see that my cock was clearly visible to him through the nylon mesh, and he seemed to enjoy what he saw. In fact, at that moment he reached out with one hand and stroked my hard cockmeat through the sexy nylon. I knew that if he did that for much longer, I would not be able to hold back, and I wanted this to last for a bit yet. So I lowered myself on the bed by him, and we turned to face each other, and closed together. I pressed my nylon pouch into Dean's seethrough briefs, and the feeling of our two hard cocks pushing together through our swollen pouches was so fucking hot it made us both murmur gently with lust. 'Oooh, yeah, mmm' moaned Dean as my hand slipped between us and once again began to agitate the youngster through the hugging nylon. Alternately, I worked on his knob and then gave my own a gentle wank, then I wrapped my hand round both our nylon-encased cockshafts and wanked in unison. 'Do you want to cum in your briefs Dean?' I whispered in his ear. 'Do you want to fill your nylon pouch with a load of your hot teenspunk for me?' 'Yeaah!!' said Dean, 'make me cum in them, and then shoot your spunk over me'. 'Oh, I'll make you cum your spunkload in your briefs no problem, but I'm going to suck you off through the nylon.' I was desperate to get my mouth back over the boy's eighteen-year-old cock as it pushed through the nylon, and so I plunged my lips over the bulging head and drank greedily at the honey nectar of his boyish precum. The lad groaned lustily again, and bucked his hips as he face-fucked me, and we both entered our roles with horny abandonment. He was still giving up precum in cobweb strings, and I milked him of the gift gratefully. As I sucked the teenager's big hard cock and slurped on his nylon briefs, I slid my hand inside my own mesh nylon briefs and wanked myself feverishly. I wanted to cum right after him, and he was nearly there. Dean lifted his bum off the bed then and thrust harder into my mouth. I felt his teencock tense for a moment in my mouth, and then he gasped and cried out as the stream of hot boyspunk began to pulse into the white nylon. Thick and creamy his teencum filled the sodden nylon, and I sucked and slurped to encourage him to deliver all of his teencream. The transparent briefs showed the pearly white cum lying heavy under the nylon, and the sight of it was too much for me. I flipped my rockhard cock from the top of my mesh nylon briefs, tucking the nylon under my tight balls, and with four more long strokes on my meat I pumped a load of hot cum over the front of Dean's spunk-filled white briefs. My own spunk flooded him, and spread over the boy's flat smooth stomach as well as covering his nylon briefs. The kid loved it, and continued to moan as I spunked him, his own last drops of teencum oozing from the now exposed tip of his boycock which peeped from the top of his briefs. I slowed my wanking strokes down as the last pulses of my spunk pumped over him, and then we lay side my side for a few minutes recovering. After a few moments Dean spoke. 'Can I use your phone?' 'Sure. Do you need to phone the supermarket to say you'll be late?' 'No, I'm going to phone my best friend Jake and get him along here fast. He works is a pizza joint, and I happen to know he'll be wearing his pizzaboy's delivery uniform. Fancy that?' I handed him the phone. If you are into lads in nylon shorts and briefs, get in touch. Hot e-mails welcomed! Send me something at scott_justin51@hotmail.com