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Been awhile since my last story. A few comments got me back thinking of ol' James and how he was going on since his last encounter...
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The UPS guy never came back...
It feels like it's been forever since he pushed that big meat to the back of my throat. At first, I slept nervous. He knew where I lived after all, what was stopping him from coming back?
So I laid in bed for days. I would go to work day in and day out, wrenching on cars, and would come home, lay in bed, overtly nervous about an intruder... secretly hoping he would return. By the second week, I began sleeping naked; as if I was inviting molestation. Still, nothing.
I started losing my mind in the third week. Thinking I needed to prepare, I would rape that butt plug and dildo he left for me in his package. I would stuff that butt plug up my ass in the shower and work that dildo till I could get down to the balls. I thought I'd start sleeping a little better. But it only made me more horny.
I started going to that bar... the bar where I got picked up by UPS man on the way home... I cursed that night in my past. Now, it's my main fapping memory. I would go every weekend and sometimes Thursdays. It's sad, because I can't really remember that face, just that grin of his... no one grins at the bar.