UP…oh yeS….

Part 1

The midday sun beat down on the quiet suburban street, its golden rays glinting off the polished chrome of Alex’s delivery van. His form-fitting brown uniform clung to his sculpted chest and thighs, the fabric stretched taut over muscles honed from years of hauling packages. At 28, Alex was a vision of rugged charm - broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw softened by boyish dimples, and eyes that sparkled with a hint of mischief. Today’s route had brought him to a sprawling mansion, its manicured lawn and towering columns screaming wealth. He hefted a small parcel under one arm, his biceps flexing as he knocked firmly on the ornate door.

The door swung open, revealing Marcus, a lean househusband in his early 30s, his dark hair tousled and his fitted t-shirt hinting at a toned frame. Marcus’s green eyes flicked over Alex, lingering on the way the uniform hugged his thighs, then up to the swell of his chest. His lips curled into a subtle, hungry smile as he took the parcel. “You must be the delivery guy,” Marcus said, his voice smooth with a teasing lilt. “Right on time.”

Alex flashed his signature grin, dimples deepening. “Always am. Sign here, please.” He handed over the clipboard, his fingers brushing Marcus’s, a fleeting touch that sent a spark through the air. Marcus’s gaze held Alex’s as he scrawled his name, his stare deliberate, almost challenging.

“Hot out there, huh?” Marcus said, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes tracing the sweat beading on Alex’s forehead. “Why don’t you come in for a quick refreshment? Cool off a bit.”

Alex hesitated, his pulse quickening. He knew the game - flirtations on his route weren’t new - but something about Marcus’s bold stare and the quiet of the mansion stirred his blood. “Sure, why not?” he said, stepping inside, the cool air of the foyer a relief against his skin.

Marcus led him to a sleek kitchen, all marble countertops and stainless steel, pouring a glass of water from a pitcher. “My partner’s away on business,” Marcus said casually, handing Alex the glass, his fingers lingering again. “Gets lonely around here.” His tone was light, but his eyes were dark with intent.

Alex sipped the water, his throat bobbing, aware of Marcus watching every move. “Must be tough,” he said, setting the glass on the island, his voice low. “Big place like this, all to yourself.”

Marcus stepped closer, close enough for Alex to catch the faint musk of his cologne. “Tough doesn’t cover it,” Marcus murmured, his hand brushing Alex’s arm, grazing the taut muscle under the sleeve. “But I find ways to… entertain myself.”

The air thickened, charged with unspoken desire. Alex’s cock twitched in his trousers, the uniform suddenly feeling tighter. “Yeah?” he said, his voice husky. “Like what?”

Marcus didn’t answer with words. Instead, he sank to his knees, his hands swift and sure as they tugged at Alex’s belt, unzipping the brown trousers with a practiced ease. Alex’s breath hitched as his cock sprang free, thick and already throbbing, the tip glistening with precum. Marcus’s eyes widened, a low hum of approval escaping his lips before he leaned in, taking Alex into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Alex groaned, his hand instinctively gripping Marcus’s dark hair, fingers tangling as Marcus’s lips slid down his shaft. Marcus sucked eagerly, his tongue swirling around the head before taking Alex deeper, gagging slightly as the cock hit the back of his throat. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the kitchen, Marcus’s hands gripping Alex’s thighs, nails digging into the muscle through the uniform. Alex thrust gently, testing Marcus’s limits, his hips rocking as Marcus moaned around him, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through Alex’s core.

Marcus pulled back, gasping, a string of spit connecting his lips to Alex’s cock. “You’re fucking huge,” he panted, his eyes gleaming with lust. Alex smirked, his grip tightening in Marcus’s hair. “You’re not doing bad yourself,” he said, pulling Marcus back onto his cock, thrusting deeper, relishing the way Marcus gagged and took it, eager and unashamed.

But Alex wanted more. He yanked Marcus to his feet, spinning him around and bending him over the kitchen island, the marble cool against Marcus’s palms. Alex tugged Marcus’s jeans down, exposing a tight, smooth arse that begged for attention. He knelt, spreading Marcus’s cheeks, and dove in, his tongue lapping at Marcus’s hole with hungry, deliberate strokes. Marcus moaned loudly, pushing back against Alex’s face, his hole twitching under the wet assault. Alex’s beard stubble grazed the sensitive skin, adding a rough edge as his tongue plunged deeper, tasting the musky heat.

“God, yes,” Marcus gasped, his hands clawing at the countertop. Alex didn’t let up, rimming him relentlessly, his fingers joining to stretch Marcus open, slick with spit. When Marcus was trembling, begging incoherently, Alex stood, his cock aching. He spit into his hand, slicking himself, and lined up with Marcus’s hole. “You want this?” Alex growled, teasing the tip against the puckered entrance.

“Fuck me, please,” Marcus whined, his voice raw with need. Alex didn’t hesitate, pushing in raw, the tight heat engulfing his cock inch by inch. Marcus cried out, his body arching as Alex filled him, the stretch intense but welcomed. Alex gripped Marcus’s hips, fucking him with slow, deep thrusts at first, the island creaking under their weight. The kitchen echoed with the slap of skin on skin, Marcus’s moans rising as Alex picked up the pace, pounding harder, his balls smacking against Marcus’s arse.

“Take it,” Alex grunted, one hand sliding up to grip Marcus’s shoulder, pulling him back onto each thrust. Marcus’s cock, trapped against the marble, leaked precum, his body shuddering as Alex hit his prostate with brutal precision. The countertop grew slick with their sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex.

“Gonna cum,” Marcus gasped, his voice breaking. Alex fucked him harder, relentless, until Marcus’s body tensed, his cock pulsing as he came hands-free, his load splattering the island. The sight pushed Alex over the edge, his thrusts erratic as he groaned, unloading deep inside Marcus, hot cum filling him until it dripped down his thighs.

They collapsed against the island, panting, the marble cool against their overheated skin. Marcus turned his head, grinning weakly. “Best delivery I’ve ever had,” he murmured. Alex chuckled, zipping up his trousers, his uniform slightly askew. “Glad I could help with the loneliness,” he said, grabbing his clipboard. With a wink, he headed for the door, leaving Marcus to clean the counter, already anticipating the next stop on his route.