The Last Delivery
Chapter 1
Dave had left this last delivery until last, as usual it was heavy and he expected this guy he regularly delivered to, would be home from work by now and was sure to ask for some help taking it into the house. A really nice polite guy, mid-twenties like himself, Dave guessed, seemed to live alone in the small Victorian terrace house and had a lovely two door Audi A5 parked on the small driveway, which Dave drooled over each time he delivered, if only he’d worked harder at school, he thought.
It was dark when he drew up outside at 6pm, it being January, raining and bloody cold. He noticed some lights on and hoped that indicated, Mr Jonathan Banks, 12 Saddlers Lane, was at home. He rang the bell first; he didn’t want to haul the box onto the sack barrow only to discover he wasn’t in and besides it was raining pretty hard too. He waited for a minute and was just about to ring again when, through the door’s obscured glass, he made out the pink figure of Mr Banks coming up the small narrow hallway. The door opened slightly and his head appeared looking slightly flustered, “Oh fuck I’d forgotten all about you coming, give me a second”. Dave said “Hi” and grinned, this being a regular thing with delivering, “ Not to worry Mr Banks I need to get the box off the van anyway” Dave reassured him, turning back to the van as the front door closed.
Dave wheeled the barrow up to the front door just as Mr Banks opened it, “Sorry Dave I hope I didn’t appear rude but I’ve had shit day and haven’t been in long, was just about to jump in the shower” he explained apologetically, tying up the cord of a black bath robe he was now wearing, no longer looking pink through the door glass, Dave wondered if he’d been naked when he’d first come to the door. “ This thing is pretty heavy and awkward and I can’t get the barrow up these steps, besides the wheel are wet and covered in shit,” explained Dave. “ Are you able to help me get it into the kitchen though” he asked with a slight plea in his voice. “Of course, shouldn’t be too much for two strong lads like us” laughed Dave, wiggling the box off the barrow onto the inside door mat.
“Thank you so much for this Dave” gushed Mr Banks, as they manoeuvred the box up the narrow hallway into the Tardis like kitchen, which had been extended and was much larger than you’d imagine it to be, looking at the outside of the house.
They part carried and slid the box into the corner of the kitchen, finally in place, Dave looked at Mr Banks who’s bath robe had fallen open to reveal a very fit tight body, light covering of hair across his chest, a work in progress six pack and a treasure trail of hair from his belly button growing down to join a visible line of pubic hair poking out from the waistband of a pair of light blue skimpy Hom briefs, two hairy tree trunk muscular legs, finishing off his male model like body. Tom felt a twinge in his balls as his brain processed the vision. “Oh shit sorry, these bloody bathrobe things never hold together” Mr Banks said, pulling it together again. “ Oh no Mr Banks on the contrary, if you’ve got it flaunt it I say, it looks very nice under there to me, I suspect you get some nice comments down the gym, yes” . “For fuck sake Dave, call me Jay, Johnathan is a bit of a mouthful for most, only my parents call me Johnathan” Without thinking Dave replied, “ I can see that’s going to be a bit of a mouthful” staring and nodding toward Jay’s bulge, realised what he’d just blurted out and went bright red. Jay looked at him with a grin, wondering just what he meant by the inuendo, hoping it was what he thought it was.
“Anyway do you fancy a coffee or do you have to get on” queried Jay, frowning at the state of Dave’s t shirt and joggers which were soaked through from the rain, his t shirt clinging to his firm muscled torso like some sort of porn star, he’d seen so many times on his internet searches, he too felt his balls twitch. “ I made you my last drop as your package was so big and heavy” replied Dave, not realising he just dropped another inuendo, which wasn’t lost on Jay, “ Good, time for a coffee then and let’s put those clothes through the dryer, don’t want you catching your death and not being able to hand over my big heavy package for me grinned Jay, “I’ll fetch you another dressing gown” he said leaving the coffee to brew and going upstairs for the dressing gown.
Dave hadn’t realised just how wet he was, as he dripped gently onto the warm underfloor heated tiles, Jay shouted down from upstairs “Dave…. you can have a shower if you want, come on up”. “ Please, if that’s ok I’ve just realised how wet I am” he shouted back, walking towards the stairs, now worrying about getting naked in front of Jay and exposing his cock, with half a lob on. He found Jay in the bedroom holding a bath sheet and bathrobe, “Here we go, give me those wet things and I’ll pop them in the dryer, the showers through there”, pointing to the en-suite. He stood waiting for Dave to strip off and hand him the wet clothes. Gingerly, Dave stripped, horrified when he peeled down his wet joggers, his wet Aussi briefs clinging and enhancing the shape of his now fully erect cock, lying sideways across to his hip, his bellend clearly visible under the wet material. He could have sworn he heard Jay murmur “ Nice” as he peeled down his briefs and let his erection spring free and handed them to Jay. Jay looked at the wet clothes and screwed up his nose, “ These might need a wash first, I’ll try them in the dryer first and see how they go, you can always borrow something of mine until you come again” he suggested, leaving Dave to shower, not before having another look at Dave’s erection.
Jay went down the stairs carrying Dave’s wet clothes in one arm, adjusting his cock and balls in his briefs with the other, in the hope of making his own erection less obvious, which had gone fully hard at the sight of Dave’s cock springing free from the wet material of his Aussie briefs. He stood by the washer/dryer, his nose deciding Dave’s clothes needed to be washed and threw them in to wash and dry, with some of his stuff, mainly briefs, a couple of jockstraps and t shirts from the gym and switched it on, the machine indicating a 4 hour wash/dry cycle. Dave would have to borrow some of his clothes or better still stay the night and the clothes would be ready to wear in the morning thought Jay, his cock twitched at the thought…
To be continued
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