Brief Encounters Anthology
Chapter 17
The Postman Cums Twice
Lighting cracked the cloudy sky, followed moments later by a deep, rolling thunderclap. I sat on my porch wearing a robe with nothing underneath but a pair of briefs. A hot cup of coffee sat next to me on the table with a book on my lap. Sprinkles began to moisten the ground.
The weather didn't bother me, I rather enjoyed being outside in the rain. It made for a cozy experience. My neighbors on the other hand were all inside their homes keeping themselves warm. I would enter my home soon after my FedEx package arrived.
My eyes moved from left-to-right as I read my book.
I was 31 years old living in a home that was passed down to me by my parents. They passed away a couple of years ago. When it happened, my sister helped me deal with the house and she made sure the house was in my name. She didn't want it. She had her own life, her own home to be at. She was 35, married with kids.
While I was a single gay man living in the suburbs of Los Angeles, California. Being single was great to be honest, I didn't have to worry about being emotionally invested in another man. Despite my age, I still looked good enough for the younger crowd. I had a tall thin frame, a hairy chest and a bald head. Turns out a lot of guys are into bald men. I kept my figure by going on walks with my dog and frequently going to the gym three times a week. Food was something I had little of. I've always been that way though. My mother would tell me "You eat like a hamster!"
I smiled at the thought, which broke me from my reading. The lovely new book by Carly Fortune couldn't keep my attention. I loved reading her books, she always had a way with describing the hot men in the stories. And the way she would tease the sex scenes was so good, not a lot detail, but enough for the imagination to flow.
I placed the book on the table beside me and watched the dark purple FedEx truck come to a stop across the street. My package was inside.
The sprinkles turned to light rain.
The young driver stepped into the back of the truck. His name was Cesar, I knew his name because this was one of his routes. He had only picked up the route about a month ago. Within that time, we'd talk every time he made a delivery to my house.
Cesar was a sweet and attractive 22-year-old. He stood at 5'6 with a lean-muscular body. The job kept him active. His hair was buzzcut and his skin was caramel color. Every time he'd walk up my driveway wearing that snug dark purple FedEx uniform, I'd get aroused at the sight.
Unfortunately for me, Cesar was a straight man. But I wasn't too bothered with that, I was okay with just admiring him. To have a chance to have sex with him would be a dream come true. I had to remind myself that there were plenty of gay men like him for me to fool around with. Cesar was different though, we were similar in a lot of ways when it came to interests. It felt like he was an old soul in a young man's body.
I enjoyed talking to him and seeing him so much that when I ordered packages, I made sure it came from FedEx. Sometimes it would cost me extra, but to see that babyface of his every time he delivered my package was worth it.
I brought the mug to my lips and took a sip from my coffee. The hot liquid entered my mouth and went down my throat. My eyes were glued to the box truck anticipating the young driver to come out.
Another flash of lightning and rumble of thunder happened.
It was 5:45 in the afternoon and it seemed the storm was going to get worse. On the news earlier they said it was going to be the "Storm of the Century." I always rolled my eyes when they said things like that on the news. Every storm is labeled that in Los Angeles. Mass flooding was mentioned though and that did worry me. My street was prone to flooding. The house was above ground by a few feet, the water rarely made it that high. My basement would flood sometimes.
Cesar stepped out of the truck carrying a package. The poor boy had no jacket on, only his uniform. Thankfully underneath his uniform he wore a long sleeve. Cesar walked around the truck to the house down the street. His dagger tattoo on his left calf was noticeable to me. It looks like I wasn't the only one waiting for a package.
Patiently I wait for Cesar to make his deliveries. A total of 3 houses on my street had packages. Then finally the waiting ended, Cesar held my package. A car passed by him and then he jogged across the street. I watched him as he moved up my driveway.
When Cesar stepped onto my porch a smile hung from his face. The boy was drenched in water. I looked him up and down, "Cesar, you're soaking wet. You're going to get sick."
He shrugged it off, "It's fine. It's my last stop. I'm going back to the station after this."
At the very moment, a flash of lightning lit the area, then a heavy roar of thunder shook the house. It caused me to jump from my seat. When I turned to Cesar I noticed he was startled by it as well.
I grabbed the package from his hands.
The showers turned to heavy rain.
I peered to the street and began to see the waters rise quickly.
"Cesar, thank you. Do you need an umbrella?"
"No, Mr. Duvall. I'm fine."
I smiled, "Mr. Duvall? Please, Cesar, call me Larry. Mr. Duvall makes me feel old. I'm in my early 30s, kid."
Cesar laughed, "I'm sorry, Larry. I'm just used to calling everyone by their last names."
"It's fine. I'd figured after all this time of chatting, you'd be used to calling me Larry."
"Before I go, I see that you're a man of good taste."
I looked around to see what he could possibly be referring to.
"Your package, it's from Valor underwear. I wear them too," he winced, realizing he might've spoken too much, "ooh was that TMI?"
Cesar was referring to this pricey clothing brand that I ordered from. They were an online exclusive brand and you had to be a member to order them. A yearly membership price, but to me it was worth it. Underwear was their primary clothing, but they had branched out to other styles of clothing. The underwear was well-made, it felt soft depending on the style you got, and more importantly, it looked amazing on hot men. It's a small company though, only being about 2 years old. So to have Cesar be a fellow consumer took me by surprise. It made me wonder if he was wearing a pair right now. I knew that Cesar wore briefs because I would notice the brief lines in his shorts when he would deliver. I loved it when hot straight men wore briefs.
I smiled, "A man of fine taste I see. And it's not TMI."
Despite my words, he felt awkward talking about the contents of my package, so Cesar excused himself and left for his truck. My eyes never left him though. I gazed at the fine young man as he jogged down the driveway and across the street back to his truck.
The heavy rain began to spill onto the porch which was my signal to retire inside. It was far too early for me to sleep, so instead, I put the pot on for more coffee. It was going to be a long night. My dog, Tori, came up to me and licked his lips. The blue-eyed husky was only 3 years old. His fur was a mix of gray and white. He barked at me as he wagged his tale; the boy was hungry.
I poured him some food and that's when another rumble of thunder happened. It was over the house. Tori cried so I put him in his room. I knew sleep would be impossible tonight if it lingered that longer.
I entered the living room and I could hear the rev of an engine for a few seconds then stop. Curious, I looked out the window to see it was Cesar's box truck. Cesar attempted to turn on the truck, but it failed. I could see some smoke coming from the engine compartment. Cesar quickly noticed and stepped out of the truck to inspect it.
The water on the street was rising fast. It was just at his ankles. I felt so bad for him, I couldn't leave him out there in this torrential rain.
I stepped onto the porch and called for him, but he couldn't hear me due to the rain. So what I did next was reach for my car keys and turn on the alarm. Cesar quickly looked my way and I called for him. At first he shook his head, but he changed his mind when I pointed to the water surrounding his ankles.
Cesar rushed to my porch, "What's wrong with you? You're going to be swept away. What's wrong with the truck?"
He took a deep breath, "It's the engine. I think it's out. I gotta call the boss."
"Call him then," I urged. "Let me get you a towel."
"No need..." before he could finish, I was already in the house heading to the bathroom.
When I returned, Cesar was on the phone with his boss. I handed him the towel and he mouthed "thank you." I watched him as he dried himself. My eyes scanned his soaked body, the clothes now a skin-tight suit. The sight alone made me aroused. Cesar didn't notice it because he was looking at the truck.
He hung up.
