It was still early into my shift when he came in. I was still fairly new to the job, about a month out of training, and still getting my footing. I was in a rough area of knowing enough to get by on my own, but still needing to get someone to help now and then. My manager had confidence in me, though, and left me to run the front by myself.
The delivery drivers had already left for their routes, so it was just my boss and me in the office. She was having a rough morning- one of the trucks refused to start, and she had to pull some favors to get one on loan so the last carrier could deliver their mail.
"I've gotta try to get approval for a mechanic to get this damn thing fixed, Connor. I'm gonna be tied up all morning. You're still good on your own right Nate?" she asked. Dealing with a broken down truck was the last thing she wanted. But the mail never stops coming, as they say, and she knew the loaner wouldn't be available tomorrow. It was plain she was relying on me to be as independent as possible today.
"Don't worry, I know you've got a lot on your plate this morning. I've got this," I assured her. This wasn't just to make her feel better- I knew I could handle just about anything that could come my way.
It was a smooth morning on my end at least. Selling packaging, stocking shelves, and weighing shipments was all straightforward. What threw me for a loop was when someone new entered the lobby.
The squeak of the front door alerted me to his entrance. Looking up, I expected another of the older crowd that make up the bulk of morning customers, so the shock must have been clear on my face when I registered a handsome, muscular man in his late 20s walking into the lobby. He looked me in the eye and gave a wide smile.
"Good morning," he said, holding my gaze. "I'm here for a package."
-I'll gladly give you mine-
Swatting away the thought, I collected myself and responded, "Good morning! Sure, I can grab your package." -Dammit. Control yourself Connor. You're gonna scare this guy off and get a complaint against you-
Immediately I looked him up and down to try to assess his reaction. He was wearing a tight black sleeveless shirt and loose fitting black pants. I couldn't help but notice his full sleeve tattoo on his dark tanned skin. His arm flexed as he brought his hand to his face to hide a small chuckle.
"Thanks," he said, holding back his laughter. "It was meant to be delivered yesterday, but nobody was home." -Good, he isn't offended, dodged that bullet-
"Gotcha. What's the address? I'll bring it over to you."
"111 Main Street, should be addressed to Mateo Russo."
Now, I'll say there have been a fair amount of good looking men coming through. Generally they've been as benignly friendly and polite as can be expected. But something about the way Mateo was looking at me, smiling at me, it was like his expression was saying "Yeah I could tell right away you think I'm hot, and I like it." Recognizing that, my cock slowly stiffened into a semi.
Lifting and sorting packages every morning had been doing wonders for my arms. My frame had never been bulky, but there was some more visible definition coming through on my biceps and forearms now. As I brought Mateo's box to the counter, I moved my arms more than necessary to get the short sleeves of my polo to ride up over the muscles in my arm. When I sat it down, I thought I spied him glancing at them. He was still smiling at me, and I reflexively gave him a large grin back.
"I see why they brought it back. It needed a signature." I told him, looking deep into his eyes as I handed him a pen. We both held the pen longer than necessary, our hands brushing each other for a moment.
"Yeah, I expected to be home, but I got called in early to work." He broke the spell on me and looked down at the papers to sign. "My shift today isn't til later, so it worked out that I could get it today."
I studied his face closer as he signed, appreciating his thick, buzz cut black hair, and his well manicured beard. Wanting to know more about him, I asked "Where do you work?"
"For an airline, fixing up their vehicles. Not the planes though, need to prove myself first. The package actually has some tools I've been waiting on for work."
"Bet they keep you busy," I said, imagining how he must be good with his hands.
He laughed. "It's never a dull moment." He glanced up at me and smiled again.
"I know that feeling," I said conspiratorially, and he laughed. I slid the box closer to him. "Alright, you're good to go."
His eyes laser focused on me again, giving me another rush of excitement. -Calm down man, he's just LOOKING at you-
"Thank you for the help, this will be huge today. I'll finally get to make some progress on some of the repairs we've had on the backburner. Have a good one!" and he turned to leave.
At the thought of probably never seeing him again, something in my head clicked. "Wait. Your shift is later today right?"
He paused and turned to me, making a slightly confused face. "Uhh yeah, I've got a few hours before I need to head out. Why?"
"We're kinda in a bind here. One of our delivery trucks is broken down, and we need it fixed before tomorrow. Do you have a second to take a quick glance at it? No need to do any actual work, just a fast lookover to see if you can tell what's wrong." I realized how rude and dumb I was being, and how I was breaking a million rules even mentioning it, but I wanted more time with this man.
Mateo's broad smile returned. "Sure. Where's she parked?"
My heart was racing as I locked up and put the “Out to Lunch” sign on the door. It was too early for the scheduled time, but it was for a good cause, I reasoned. -It won’t be too long, and it’s better a few people wait than a lot of people to not get deliveries tomorrow.-
Moving through the back office, I could hear the boss on the phone arguing angrily, clearly having trouble getting the help she’d need. -Yeah, I’m definitely doing her a favor.- I grabbed the keys to the truck and moved along.
Mateo was waiting outside the garage door. I quickly let him in and brought him over to the problem vehicle.
“So what’s going on with it?” he asked. His demeanor had shifted somewhat. His eyes were no longer intensely on me, but instead looking over the truck. He moved to the front of the truck and lifted the hood, his form hugging shirt lifted with the movement. This didn’t seem to phase him as he did nothing to pull it down, giving me a full view of the smattering of trimmed hair covering his tight abs. Few things are hotter than a passionate man in his element, and I could feel the tip of my cock starting to leak.
“It won’t start...That’s all I can offer, I’m no good with cars.”
He was fully bent over the truck now, leaning against it when he gave a short laugh. “Well, I don’t see anything wrong just yet. Why don’t you try to start it?” As he moved to come with me to the driver’s side, I noticed his eyes linger on my stiffening bulge. Mine went to his pants in return, where he was starting to grow as well. Leaning against the truck got his pants dirty, but I said nothing.
As I got in the car, he moved close enough to me that I could feel the warmth of his body radiating off of him. His focus back on the car, he said “Turn the key.” Following his command, I waited for any sign from the truck. The lights on the dashboard flickered, but there wasn’t any sound.
“Ahh, I have my guess now.” Mateo sounded satisfied. “Can’t be sure without taking her to a garage, but I’d bet anything the ignition switch is out. Not something I can fix for you here, but you’ve got a head start now.” His attention returned to me. “Sorry I wasn’t able to get her running for you.”
“Don’t be. Like you said, we’re further along than before thanks to you.” Knowing I’d have to take my chance, I feigned surprise and said, “Damn. This dirty truck made a mess on you. Here, let me try and wipe it off.”
Before he had time to respond, my hand was on him, wiping at the dirt. Making no effort to avoid it, his hardening bulge shifted in his loose pants. He let out a soft moan, but didn’t say anything. Encouraged by his unspoken approval, I began massaging him over his pants. This elicited a louder moan.
“The dirt isn’t coming off, but maybe this will make it up to you.”
My fingers slid beneath his waistband and lowered his pants. Not wearing underwear, Mateo’s cock sprung free, smacking his stomach. A jolt ran through me at the sight of it. He was wet, glistening in the light. I licked my lips and bent over to put him to my mouth. His precum helped as I glided my lips on the underside of him.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
He moved forward, wanting inside my mouth. My lips parted, and soon he was brushing the back of my throat.
“Fuckkkk,” he repeated, and I knew he was getting lost in the feeling. We began moving in motion together. Him thrusting in and out, and me bobbing my head, using my hand for what I couldn’t get to fit inside. My other hand loosened my pants so I could start working myself as I sucked.
Watching his body move- the muscles under his shirt, his biceps flexing as he steadied himself against the car, his abs popping as he pumped into me, it was all I could do to keep myself from finishing. Suddenly, his pace quickened and his thrusts became more forceful.
“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered, giving me just enough time to prepare myself. His load came hot soon after, and I was swallowing every drop. His throbbing cock in my mouth and his spasming body pushed me over the edge, and my own load sprayed out, shooting multiple streams out of my body.
I was still coming down from my ecstasy when Mateo laughed. “Looks like I’m the one causing a mess now.” We looked at my load, most of it having landed inside the truck. “Here, I’ll wipe it up.”
He pulled his shirt up and off his body, cleaning the mess. When he finished, he folded it over and stuffed the edge into his back pocket.
“Thanks for taking care of my package,” he said, before turning to leave.
“My pleasure,” I responded. “Be sure to come back if you ever need more help.” -Can’t wait for the next order...Best. Job. Ever.-
