By Tommyhawk1
"God damn it!" Gregg groaned when he turned the corner in the parking garage and saw the brown UPS van already in the parking spot! He braked his own white FedEx van and stopped in the middle of the driving lane, considered the dilemma. If he parked outdoors again and got one more ticket, he'd lose his fucking job!
The office building he was currently underneath had only one parking spot for deliveries and pickups. During most of the day, that was sufficient, the spot they had set aside was large enough for a mid-sized truck to pull into and unload, comfortably close to the freight elevator which was next to the mail room, which contained the FedEx and UPS drop boxes as well.
Trouble was, that same spot wasn't big enough for the FedEx van (which Gregg was driving) and the UPS van at the same time. Their pickup times were set for the same time of day, so it was a question of which one of them could get to the spot first...thereby pre-empting it and making the other park outdoors. There WAS no outdoor parking, he could only stop his van in the left-turn lane with his lights flashing and hope no policeman came by and gave him a well-deserved ticket. So far, he'd been unlucky twice. Three times, and he was out...of a job!
It was 6:30pm, and the regular parking spaces were all but empty by now, but he'd tried parking across some of them and had been chewed out by the building security. Delivery men were to park at the one location and none other. When he'd pointed out the conflict, the security man had just shrugged and suggested he get to the pickup earlier...like he got to choose when he made his pickups! They were at the end of the business day, naturally, the offices insisted and would have raised holy hell at a mid-morning pickup He backed up and considered the spacing and grinned. "Why the hell not?" He said and drove forward. By putting the side of his van right up against the back of the UPS van, he could just get out of the way of cars in the driving lane; they could squeeze by. It would do...not to mention that the fucking UPS man would have to wait for him to move to load up his van! And he wasn't moving until he loaded his own first!
He met the man at the drop-off boxes, the two were side-by-side, the white FedEx box and the brown UPS box, set in their own room with the US Post Office mailboxes all along two of the walls. A new man. Well, that was the time to get things straightened out, wasn't it?
"Hr-rmph!" he cleared his throat noisily.
The man looked around, and stood up. Hell, this guy was nearly as big as Gregg! Large, broad-armed, he swung the heavy boxes this office building produced in quantity easily, levering them onto his dolly laid out flat on the floor to make a trolley out of it. The drop-boxes were also stuffed with letter-packs and small boxes, it usually took him three or four trips to download it all.
"Hey, there!" he said, his brown hair falling halfway down his forehead, the light sheen of sweat gleaming in the fluorescent lighting the same as the glint in his hazel eyes. Cute-looking stud-fucker, all right!
"Hi." Gregg said in return.
"Need some room?" the man offered in the gruff cameraderie of two men working at physical tasks.
"Nah, I'm fine." Gregg said. He began loading the boxes sitting by his drop-box onto his own dolley/trolley. The UPS man finished up his load, and took his trolley out toward his van. Gregg just smirked. The man would be back!
He was in a few minutes, and furious! "Hey, you blocked in my truck!"
"Yeah." Gregg said, standing up. "I'll move it when I'm done."
"Hell, you can move it now!" the UPS man growled at him.
"I'll move it when I'm ready." Gregg said. "You're not the only one with a schedule to keep up!"
"Move your goddamned van!"
"Hell, no!"
"Son of a bitch!"
"What the fuck did you just call me?" Gregg said dangerously. He hadn't let anyone call him that and get away with it ever since he got out of the Marines! And this fucker was no motherfucking drill sergeant!
He was no fighter either, this big, burly gorilla of a man came at him like something you'd see on television. Wrestling! Fuck, that's no way to fight when you're serious!
Gregg taught him the error of his ways at first. Those years in the Marines stood him in good stead as he landed blow after blow on the guy, hearing him grunt in pain as he smashed his fists on those pretty, flat cheeks and slim, regal nose, not good blows, but enough to make this sucker regret picking a fight with Gregg, all right, he bet!
Then the big lug managed to close with him. Gregg cursed the narrow space he had, he couldn't move enough to fight properly, boxes were at his feet, threatening to trip him at every move. He balked when his best move would have made him step on one of the boxes and that let the UPS guy close in.
Those big arms came around him and clenched! Gregg grunted when the vise closed on him. Shit, this guy had been moving like a wrestler because he was one!
Desperate, losing the fight now, Gregg used his arms like twin hammers, landing blows on the UPS guys' biceps, trying to make him break close the grip.
And he was picked up higher and slam! He was thrown down on the tile floor, not the least bit gently and the UPS man landed on top of him. Then it was arm locked on forearm, one of his on the UPS man and one of the UPS man's on his.
Gregg had a lucky break, the UPS man shifted his weight...and Gregg was able to flip them over, suddenly he was the man on top and the UPS man was under him, with Gregg's legs one inside the UPS man's and one outside, and both of the UPS man's legs were flailing about trying to get the balance or leverage to flip them back.
Gregg's body slid up to where he was at the top of the man's hips, he lifted his leg to get the inside leg outside, and the UPS man made his countermove.
He got his feet on the floor and began to hunch upwards against Gregg. Gregg felt the power in the man underneath him, like trying to hold down a wild tiger! He also felt...
"Hell, man!" he breathed heavily, this was exertion, not passion. "You getting into this?" That stiff boner now slapping against his own was a dead giveaway.
"Let me up!" the UPS man panted. "Damn you, let me up."
But in this time of talking, the UPS man relaxed his tension in his arms, and Gregg triumphantly pinned both of them over the man's head onto the floor. The UPS man relaxed his upper body, sensibly Gregg had to admit, continued to try to lever Gregg off of him by thrusting up with his hips, lifting Gregg's not-inconsiderable bulk into the air each time. It was sort of like riding a bucking bronco...if the horse's cock had been on the sway of his back, that is!
What he was doing was grinding his still-hard cock against Gregg's...and now Gregg's had swollen up to join the party! He grinned nastily down at his brown-clad sparring partner and began to thrust back at him. The UPS man gasped as he seemed to feel Gregg's pud rubbing against his own for the first time.
"Guess I won this round, didn't I?" Gregg panted down into the UPS man's face. This time, passion and exertion were about 50-50. "You going to give up, or do I give it to you again, harder?"
"Let me up." the UPS man said, but his body went totally slack, compliant.
"To the victor belong the spoils." Gregg said. He released the man's hands, and his own hands went to his shorts, popping open the top button, unzipping the fly beneath. "I think you should get a chance to chow down on what you've been whomping up against...." he began as he undid his fly and his hands went to his sides and were about to pull down his shorts, unleash his briefless dong to slap on the brown shorts of his foe.
He got as far as getting it out, but his balls were still inside when the UPS man lurched. This time, caught off-balance, Gregg was flipped! He caught hold of the UPS man with his uppermost leg as he went over and had the satisfaction at least of bringing the guy around with him. Worst thing you can do in a fight like this is let the other guy get up while you're down, free to kick and stomp on you while you flounder like a turtle on your back. Men aren't as helpless as turtles on their backs...but it's a close second when the other guy knows how to fight!
So he brought the UPS man around with him and they commenced to arm-flailing again, Gregg had both legs around the UPS man's lower body and he clenched as tight as he could!
This time the UPS man got control (the man on bottom is just at a natural disadvantage, he fights gravity as well as his opponent, the arms can't fathom the (to them) horizontal clutch of the planet, the muscles clench wrong, small muscles have to bear the strain and they can't...and Gregg was now pinned.
"Now who's the winner?" the UPS man panted, grinning meanly as Gregg had. "Who's going to suck who?"
"With yours still in your shorts, I think nobody." Gregg pointed out.
The UPS man just grinned again, this time knowingly, and he began to hunch against Gregg, and Gregg found out what he was grinning about. With Gregg's cock now outside his shorts, his foreskin was free to slide up and down his prod. What had been just a pleasurable rubbing now turned into something just this side of sucking or fucking, the skin sliding up and down the shaft, freely bringing his glans those old familiar tingles of joys promised profusely if only he'd keep this up!
Keep it up! Shit, yeah! Gregg began to help his erstwhile assailant rub his prong, rub it, shit, yeah, you damned motherfucking brown-shirted dipshit, rub it good, fucker, rub it good! Yeah, yeah!
The UPS man let go of one of Gregg's wrists, and Gregg started to use it to fend the man off...until the UPS man's hand went down and wrapped itself around Gregg's cock! Gregg groaned as his wrestling mate pulled on his pud, the slow, easy motions of a man who knew how to do it right!
"Awww, fuck, yeahh, awwww, yeah!" Gregg groaned. "Come on, pull it, fucker, beat it for me!"
God, damned, but that felt good. It was natural to let go of the other man's hips with his legs, to let the man have room to move that hand of his! And the man's sliding down on him, God, yeah, that could only have one destination, the way his lips were gleaming as he licked them over and over again as he slid down, slid down!
"Awww, yeahhhh!" Gregg moaned as the UPS man's mouth closed on his cock. Those big hands, the ones which had wrestled him, now they were pulled those shorts down for him, freeing his cock properly now, removing the metal pinch-bite of the zipper-pull, and those lips nursed him with ardor and talent in equal measure, shit, this man was a pro in more than wrestling!
"Ah, damn, yeah!" he said as his shorts were tugged further down by his was-opponent-but-now-lover, God, this man could do anything now and he wasn't going to argue, just keep sucking that dick, yeah!
Gregg said nothing as his shorts ended up at his knees, below his knees, he only groaned when the sucking was interrupted so those shorts could be moved entirely off and cast aside! He only wanted that mouth back, now, shit, now! But all he could do was moan in his pleasure and deprivation, moan in his desire and his frustration, moan in his need and his delight as those lips returned to him, warmth enclosing him once more. "Yeahhh," he groaned out. "Yeahhh, come on, eat me, you rotten shit-brown turd, eat me!"
He spent some time in this blissful ecstasy, those luscious petals of man-mouth swirling about the cyclone cylinder of his cock-shaft, it was moisture lavished upon him, it was the delight of the ages that pulsed around his brain.
And then, suddenly, his legs were caught at the ankles, and before his lust-befuddled brain could react, he had his hips plastered up against his waist, his knees caught in the crook of the man's arms, and Gregg felt a very-familiar strength pressing at the tender nexus of his buttocks.
"Gah, don't you fuck me like this!" he gasped out! "Don't you....ah-a-a-ahhh-aggghhhh!"
Shit, this UPS bastard's thick fuckshaft was drilling into his butt, unlubed, unwelcomed and unanticipated! Gregg fought with the renewed frenzy of any man about to be screwed dry would, but he was too-well caught, that cock had found its mark and no squirming he could manage in this near-fetal position of his did anything but delay the inevitable.
"You god-damned piece of shit!" he snarled as he delayed as well as he could. He'd been caught by the old bait-and-switch, lured by the pleasures of the sucking lips into ignoring what the man's hands had been doing, freeing his pud, bringing it erect and into position, until the moment of the fatal thrust alerted him, too late, fuck, too late!
The UPS man got the head of it in, and Gregg was yowling with agony!
"Ah-ahhh-gghh-uuhh-ahhh! Shit! Goddamn you! Fucker! Bastard! Shit! Agh!"
"Hell, you've taken them before." the UPS man said, correctly but Gregg wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.
"Damn you, bastard, that's virgin butt! Fuck!"
"Ah, hell." the UPS man scoffed. "If you were a virgin, you wouldn't just be cussing right now, you'd be screaming!" He shoved another inch of the prick into Gregg's writhing ass.
"God damn it, those were with lubrication, uh-huh-hnnh-guh!" Gregg grunted.
"Well, this is what happens when you lose a fight with me." the UPS man informed him. "Now shut up and take it, because I'm creaming inside your blue-colored FedEx ass!"
"Goddamned UPS, anyway!" Gregg grunted. "You brown cunts couldn't deliver overnight if your life depended on it."
"Yeah, but we charge one-third of what you FedEx shits do!" the UPS man countered. "We're cheaper and two days is plenty fast enough for most packages."
"We deliver Saturdays." Gregg tried feebly.
"What business is open on Saturday?" the UPS man said in turn.
"Still you're a cheap-ass bunch."
"Maybe." the UPS man said. "But I've got my cock in your ass, don't I?"
Gregg decided on a classic military maneuver. "Shut up and fuck me."
he said. Why not, the man's dick was now buried inside his butt, it wasn't even hurting much now.
He relaxed his muscles and turned them into a loving embrace about the brown-clad body. The UPS man chuckled as he plowed Gregg's ass, that hard prong ramming Gregg's innards with every thrust. Gregg moved his hips in answer, helping this man achieve full penetration, helping him to speed up. Have to get him pulled in just right, have to get him turned on enough.
It took about five minutes worth of being fucked, and Gregg felt that pud inside him beginning to warm up. This fucker was well on his way to coming. Good.
He tried to tense his muscles and move at the same moment, and came damned close. The UPS man felt him tense and started to counter, and then Gregg had them back the way they had been before, with Gregg on top and astraddle the UPS man, and he beat his blue-shirted chest in triumph!
"Yowl!" he called out. "Tiger! Ti! Ger! Grrrr!"
And his hips kept on working him up and down on the UPS man's cock. He was in control now and loving it! "Yeah, going to ride you!" he crowed. "Going to ride you on home! Yee-hah!" Gregg pumped his cock as he moved that UPS cock in and out of him, that hard, hot tool burning his asshole!
The UPS man relaxed again as Gregg's butt continued to milk at his cock and he stroked Gregg's thighs as Gregg hunched up and down.
"Ah, ah, I'm going to come!" the UPS man warned him. "You ready for this load from UPS, you FedEx son of a bitch?"
"Give it to me, you UPS whore!" Gregg confirmed. "Give it to me, Mr. Two-Day Delivery!"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, uh, guh, HUH-HUH-HUH, HNNNHHH!" the UPS man groaned and the moment Gregg felt that hot spunk splash upwards into his bowels, he balled both his fists together and he slugged the UPS man's face as hard as he could!
"HHNHUH-GHHH!" the man was surprised as hell as he was torn between his ejaculation and the slam to the right side of his face! "What, UH, GHHH!"
Wham! Gregg slammed the left side of his face on the stroke back, and this was enough to send the UPS man into that state of dazed confusion where he was lost inside his own head, the part that was left still dazzled with his orgasm, doubly lost and confused.
Gregg used this time to slip his body off from the UPS man's cock, pulled it out, still feebly squirting the last of the load and he got his legs in between the UPS man's and by the time the UPS man was able to begin to focus, he was pinned as effectively as Gregg had been, only this time it was Gregg's dong pushing against the UPS man's asshole!
"No, no, don't do it! KUH-UH-HHH!" the UPS man groaned as he was impaled on Gregg's pud. That asshole was relaxed by the loss of control the UPS man had sustained, the dazzled mind couldn't bring any more muscle to bear to close the sphincter. It offered only token resistance as Gregg shoved his dong up into the UPS man's ass, burying it sharply.
"Oh, God, oh, God!" the UPS man moaned. "Shit, my ass, man, my ass!"
"Payback's hell, ain't it?" Gregg said unsympathetically as he let his cock get used to the fit. He could have started ramming this man, but it would be better if he let this ass shift itself around a bit first.
"God, you can't fuck me!" the UPS man protested. "I won, damn it, I won!"
"Won what?" Gregg said. "You may have won the fight, but you just lost the screw! My turn on top, bitch, so shut up and take it!"
That ass was relaxing now, and Gregg began to hunch in and out, the UPS man just moaned as Gregg fucked him. Gregg's cock was heated up too much to last very long, but Gregg gritted his teeth and kept it back as long as he could. Even when his climax struck and he was being pummeled by passion equal in measure to the fists of his opponent, he held back, held back, kept his cock at the verge of coming, just so he could fuck this man longer, make him take it that much longer!
When he did let go, his ravaged cock revenged itself by squirting so hard it actually felt like his urethra was being cut by a knife! Gregg groaned in pain as well as ecstasy as he released the flood, feeling his own long-sustained climax ending in a nearly-disappointing ending, the climax had been divorced from his ejaculation, and he felt his seed spurting into the UPS man almost in a disinterested way, as if he was pissing rather than coming.
Ought to piss into the man afterwards, he mused. "Fucker'd deserve it." he muttered as he felt his jism slacken and end. Decided against it (not here, not now, any piss would soak those damned precious packages all around them!) and let himself go. Funny, even his body wasn't as exhausted as he usually was after a tremendously satisfying orgasm. There were benefits to holding back your squirts, you got less, but got it longer and weren't as worn out afterwards!
"Son of a bitch." the UPS man said.
"Motherfucker." Gregg said as he got off the man.
The man looked at his watch. "Shit! I'm late for my next pickup!"
Gregg checked his own watch. "So'm I! Fuck!"
"Let's get the packages out there and then I'll help load your truck if you'll help me load mine."
"Deal." Gregg said and they shook.
He kept the deal as long as it took to load his truck, but when he pulled his truck forward, he kept on going. He laughed in the rear-view mirror as the UPS man shook his fists. "I'll get you tomorrow!" the man threatened. "You bastard, tomorrow you're all mine!"
"That'll be the day." Gregg grunted as he pulled out of the parking garage. He had to make it to his next run.
He would have to meet this UPS man tomorrow about the same time. Five days a week, their paths would meet. "Yep." he told himself in the mirror. "Got to plan for the next time. Got to be a credit to the good old Federal Express Corp, don't I? Can't let myself be outdone by some UPS fucker now, can I?" He smiled at himself as he reached the corner that led back to the street. "Yep, tomorrow, it'll be round two of FedEx vs. UPS. And may the best man win!"
He could hardly wait.
THE END
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