BazzaBear
11-30-2009, 07:41 PM
...Slept well that night, not sure if I had any wild fantacies during that time or not....
But, woke up with a raging piss-hard on, and as a rolled over the silk sheets against my cock, already had my cockhead seeping cum. Of course, I immediately starting thinking about the "show" that needed to occur today. I was tempted to jerk off then and there, but was determined to "save myself" for what I had hoped would be an interesting day!
As, I drank my first cup of coffee and had my first cigarette, I went over in my head all the senerios that I had thought of yesterday, -which one should I do for him? This process naturally had my cock standing at attention again, and again I resisted the temptation to seek release, worrying that I had a couple of hours to kill before the mail was delivered.
So, what I had decided on was to put on my baggiest linen shorts, (you know the type I mean, where you could pull them up to your armpits), no liner, lots of leg room. I would be outside "working" on the flowers that bloomed along the front of the house.
It was time.... I go outside, with a garden spade, sit down, and position myself with one leg bent so that my cock and balls would be easily seen, facing the way he was going to approach, and did some feeble attempts to dig up the soil. The idea was to "pretend" that I was so engrossed in my gardening that I would not be aware of his approach...
Shortly, I hear the scuffle of gravel, and with head lowered I quickly sneak a peak at his approach. In that glance, I notice, white runners, black socks, legs covered in curly golden red hair, mailman shorts, and that he isn't wearing underware, as with his step I could see the outline of balls and cock positioned down his left leg.
I quckly look back down, start digging in the dirt. (not being very successful as my hands were shaking so badly.) As, if by magic, he is standing in front of me. "Your mail" he said. As, I looked up, my eyesight was perfectly alligned with his crotch. What I saw was, that his zipper was all the way down, and a beautiful patch of red hair was exposed behind the open zipper. It felt as though my mouth, without my willing it, bent towards that open door...but before anything could happen, he handed me my mail and continued up the lane, leaving me sitting there, thinking of all the "shoulda's" that I "coulda" done to take it to the next level.
I slowly stood up, my mind spinning. Of, course I had a major tent going on in the front of my shorts, and I quickly decided to head back in the house, drop my shorts and as he came back down the lane to stand in front of the window and masterbate away... if he wanted a show then I would give him one! But, I didn't move, just stood there like a fuckin idiot, with my cock bobbing inside my shorts crying for release.
I heard him coming back down the lane, and I just stood there. Suddenly, he was beside me. "I missed one piece." he said as he handed me another envelope. As, I took the mail from him, his hand "accidently" fell against my tent. I was in such a state that this simple "accidental" touch, had me spewing inside of my shorts. The back of his hand, passed over the head of my cock and the wetness that had appeared. He then continued on. As I stood there watching him leave, I watched as he raised his arm to his mouth and licked the back of his hand ...
Afterwords, I noticed that the letter he handed me was addressed "occupant".
Can't wait until the next day....
But, woke up with a raging piss-hard on, and as a rolled over the silk sheets against my cock, already had my cockhead seeping cum. Of course, I immediately starting thinking about the "show" that needed to occur today. I was tempted to jerk off then and there, but was determined to "save myself" for what I had hoped would be an interesting day!
As, I drank my first cup of coffee and had my first cigarette, I went over in my head all the senerios that I had thought of yesterday, -which one should I do for him? This process naturally had my cock standing at attention again, and again I resisted the temptation to seek release, worrying that I had a couple of hours to kill before the mail was delivered.
So, what I had decided on was to put on my baggiest linen shorts, (you know the type I mean, where you could pull them up to your armpits), no liner, lots of leg room. I would be outside "working" on the flowers that bloomed along the front of the house.
It was time.... I go outside, with a garden spade, sit down, and position myself with one leg bent so that my cock and balls would be easily seen, facing the way he was going to approach, and did some feeble attempts to dig up the soil. The idea was to "pretend" that I was so engrossed in my gardening that I would not be aware of his approach...
Shortly, I hear the scuffle of gravel, and with head lowered I quickly sneak a peak at his approach. In that glance, I notice, white runners, black socks, legs covered in curly golden red hair, mailman shorts, and that he isn't wearing underware, as with his step I could see the outline of balls and cock positioned down his left leg.
I quckly look back down, start digging in the dirt. (not being very successful as my hands were shaking so badly.) As, if by magic, he is standing in front of me. "Your mail" he said. As, I looked up, my eyesight was perfectly alligned with his crotch. What I saw was, that his zipper was all the way down, and a beautiful patch of red hair was exposed behind the open zipper. It felt as though my mouth, without my willing it, bent towards that open door...but before anything could happen, he handed me my mail and continued up the lane, leaving me sitting there, thinking of all the "shoulda's" that I "coulda" done to take it to the next level.
I slowly stood up, my mind spinning. Of, course I had a major tent going on in the front of my shorts, and I quickly decided to head back in the house, drop my shorts and as he came back down the lane to stand in front of the window and masterbate away... if he wanted a show then I would give him one! But, I didn't move, just stood there like a fuckin idiot, with my cock bobbing inside my shorts crying for release.
I heard him coming back down the lane, and I just stood there. Suddenly, he was beside me. "I missed one piece." he said as he handed me another envelope. As, I took the mail from him, his hand "accidently" fell against my tent. I was in such a state that this simple "accidental" touch, had me spewing inside of my shorts. The back of his hand, passed over the head of my cock and the wetness that had appeared. He then continued on. As I stood there watching him leave, I watched as he raised his arm to his mouth and licked the back of his hand ...
Afterwords, I noticed that the letter he handed me was addressed "occupant".
Can't wait until the next day....