There were two delivery guys that came to our office. One was this handsome, muscular delivery guy. All the girls and gays drooled over him, but he wasn't my type. I was into the other guy, this big, pale stocky dude. He looked like he was a linebacker in his college days. Cute boyish face and always a 5 o'clock shadow with a big nose and full lips. He was definitely straight - or at least I don't think he's into guys. He was always checking out the asses of the ladies in the office - or at least he would not be into a skinny fat guy like me.
He always had this smile on his face, like he was always happy. He would come in and say hi to everyone, but he never really talked to me. He just delivered my mail to me with a straight face. I was fine with that though. I liked watching him interact with my co-workers. Like all delivery guys, he wore very tight brown shorts. Since he was a big guy, when he would bend down I could see his hairy butt crack. The other folks would say 'ewww' but it turned me on.
I always got a boner when he came in. One day, the handsome delivery guy was on vacation and the big stocky guy was filling in for him. He was chatting up with the girl in the next office, but when he walked into my office, he made a serious face and just handed me my mail. He was the sweaty type and I could see him fumbling around a bit. "Here you go, sir" I gave him a nice smile and said thank you. He froze a bit and then said "just doing my job."
I hope he didn't think i was flirting with him, he could definitely knock me out with a punch. But i was feeling bold and said "Hey, while you're here can you do a favor? I hurt my back and can't lift that heavy banker box in the corner. Could you bring that over here?" He said, "That's not my job" I said, "don't worry". He turned around, paused, then went to pick up the bankers box. I could see his butt crack and it gave me a boner under my desk. He brought it to me, now all nervous and sweaty. He just looked at me for a few seconds, then turned around and left without saying a word.
When he got to the next office, his mood changed and started chatting up the girl. He was like a cute teddy bear to everyone else. I could see him once in a while, glance back at me. Of course I was watching him, and we would both turn away quickly.
The next day, he was back to his normal self. He came in and said hi to everyone. When he got to my desk, I said "good morning". With the same serious face he said "Here's your mail" and just handed it to me. While he was leaving my office, he stopped for a second, turned around and then said "I'm sorry about yesterday."
I said "don't worry about it". He said, "No, really. I shouldn't have been such a jerk to you." I smiled and said "no problem. Thanks for bringing the box over". He was sweating. He looked even cuter when he was like that. He stared at me for a few seconds and finally gave a little smile and then left.
I was surprised he actually apologized. The next day, he came in and said "good morning". I said "good morning" back to him. He didn't smile but, then went to the next office and chatted up with the girl there. Oh, well - it's just me with my damn fantasies. I had a small boner and sat at my desk, closed my eyes and just day dreamed about what he looked like under those shorts. Then I heard a knock on my office.
"Come in," I said still closing my eyes. "Sorry, I forgot about this," I heard in his deep but soft voice. I opened my eyes and he was right in front of me. I blushed because I was just thinking about him naked. He looked extra sweaty and cute and standing right at my desk. I couldn't help but see the natural bulge from his shorts as it was just above my desk. "Oh, sorry, I was distracted. Thanks, bud". He handed me the mail. Stared again at me for a few seconds and left. He stopped for a second and said "I'm Carl, by the way". "Nice to meet you, Carl. I'm Steven." I extended my hand. He was hesitant at first, and then he shaked my hand. His hands were huge and rough. And slightly sweaty. We were shaking hands for a long time without saying a word. He was sweating and starting to blush. "I gotta get back to work." "Thanks, Carl" I said with a smile. He left quickly.
I was feeling good. It was the first time he ever shook my hand. He came in again the next day and I said "good morning, Carl". He just froze and was sweating and said "Here's your mail" without a smile. He turned around and started leaving the office. "Hey Carl," I called out, "Can I ask you a question?" "I'm kind of busy," Carl said. "It'll take just a minute," I said. He turned around - Damn he looks so cute. "Why are you so nice and chatty with everyone else, but you seem really cold with me?," I asked. He blushed and looked like he was caught. "Uhhhh," he said. He couldn't speak. And was sweating even more. He looked very uncomfortable, so I just stood up put my hand on his shoulder and said "Don't worry, Carl, no pressure at all. I just hope I didn't do anything wrong". Carl jumped for a sec when I put my hand on his shoulder, then calmed down. Damn he has nice big shoulders and awesome traps. "Sorry," Carl said, "I don't know what I'm doing" I looked at my with big expressive eyes. Damn, I wanted to go down on him right then and there. "Don't worry," I said, " Please no pressure. and hey if you ever want to just relax, I'll buy you a beer at the bar across the street. I always go there after work. For helping me with the box." Carl blushed, just nodded and left. I felt bad.
I didn't mean to embarrass him. He was just so cute and shy. I decided to just let go of my fantasy and let him do his job. It was a hard day at work. I was working until 10 p.m., so that evening I just went to the bar across the street to get a drink by myself and forget about Carl.
I was sitting at the bar, drinking my beer when I heard a voice say "Hey, Steven". It was Carl. He came over and sat next to me. "I'm sorry about earlier," he said.
"It's ok, Carl. I didn't mean to embarrass you." "No, no," he said. "I just get nervous around people sometimes". He was blushing and looked down at his hands. I wanted to touch him so bad.
I put my hand on his shoulder and said "It's ok, Carl. I'm just glad you came over to talk". He looked up at me with those big brown eyes and smiled. "So, I owe you a beer," I said.
"I'll buy you one." He said, "No, I can't accept that. I should be the one buying you a beer". "It's ok," I said. "I want to thank you for helping me with the box".
"I just did my job," he said. "No, no," I said. "You were really nice to me and I appreciate it". He looked at me for a few seconds and then nodded his head. He looked so cute when he was nervous like that.
I ordered him a beer and we started talking. He was telling me about his life, how he used to be a football player in college, but then got hurt and had to quit. Now he worked as a delivery guy.
He was really shy and didn't have many friends. I told him about my life, how I was a bit of a nerd in high school, but then started working out and got into shape.
I told him about my ex-boyfriend and how we broke up. He asked me if I was gay, and I said yes. He said he thought so, but wasn't sure.
I asked him if he was straight, and he said yes. "It's ok," I said. "I'm not trying to hit on you or anything". He blushed and looked down at his hands again. Damn he looks so hot right now.
I just wanted to go down on him. "I'm sorry," he said. "I get nervous around people sometimes". I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "It's ok, Carl. I understand".