Tyler was in the middle of jerking off when the delivery truck whined to a stop in front of his house. "Shit," he said, yanking his boxers up. He grabbed the remote and paused the porn he'd been watching. He tripped over himself to make it to the door and look out the little window. The truck swayed on its wheels, groaning under the deliveryman's weight. Tyler adjusted his boxers and looked down, trying to see if it was obvious he was hard. It was. But maybe that was a good thing. He warred with himself for a long second. Did he go and get a shirt? Pants? Or would those only hinder his seduction?
The back of the truck dipped down and nearly scraped the road as Hunter stepped down, stooping so his horns didn't scrape against the metal. When he stood up to his full height Tyler was practically drooling, his breath fogging the glass. He gripped the doorknob tightly.
Hunter's uniform held on for dear life, threatening to rip apart around his bulky thighs at any second. He couldn't button the shirt all the way and Tyler's dick twitched as he imagined running his fingers through the fur of Hunter's chest. Hunter reached up absent-mindedly and scratched one of his ears, revealing a dark patch of sweat seeping through his shirt. Tyler licked his lips.
As Hunter came closer, Tyler could hear that he was humming to himself. His heavy boots clomped up the steps and he gently laid the package down in front of the door. He started to turn away. Now or never, Tyler thought to himself.
Tyler ripped the door open and was hit with a wave of heat from the summer air and a dense cloud of musk that blew in with it. Hunter smiled at him. Tyler smiled back. Then he realized he had forgotten every single potential line he had brainstormed over the last week since his last delivery. Or the several dozen he'd thought about over the last few months since he was added to Hunter's route. Hunter didn't seem bothered by Tyler's near-nakedness. But Tyler couldn't be sure if he liked it either. He self-consciously crossed his arms over his chest. Hunter looked down and his stare lingered for a long second. Tyler dropped his arms and caught that Hunter's eyes matched the bounce of his chest, seemingly mesmerized for a moment. Tyler felt like there might just be a chance.
"They got you driving in this heat?" Tyler asked. He wanted to die. Of course they did. He ordered something specifically hoping it would be Hunter that delivered it. This seemed to snap Hunter out of his daze.
"Oh yeah, it's killer," Hunter said, tugging at his shirt, his enormous tongue lolling out of his mouth. He gave a little wave and started to turn away again.
"Would you wanna glass of water?" Tyler shouted.
"That would be awesome, dude," Hunter said and stepped up into the house without hesitation, bowing low to get his head under the doorframe. He was so close Tyler could feel the heat rolling off of him. Tyler pushed the door closed, craning his neck back to look up at Hunter and smile. Hunter smiled back. With the door shut now, Hunter's musk filled up the room and made Tyler's dick jump. It was even better than he had imagined. "The water?" Hunter asked after a few seconds.
"Duh! Sorry man, my brain's fried," Tyler said. He went into the kitchen and got the water pitcher out of the fridge and trembled as he took a glass down. He came back into the living room to find Hunter watching the TV. Tyler felt himself go flush as he realized it was still paused on porn.
"I just watched this one," Hunter said. Tyler chuckled, thinking he might choke. He offered Hunter the glass and the pitcher, unable to keep his hands steady. "Thanks, bro," Hunter said, taking the pitcher. He popped off the top and guzzled the water down so fast it dribbled from the sides of his mouth and darkened the fur of his tree trunk neck. With a huff, Hunter plopped down onto the couch, which whined against his weight. His shorts rode up his thighs as he spread his legs wide, nearly taking up the entire couch. His cock, even soft (or so Tyler guessed), threatened to break free of the puny shorts. The buttons over his belly clung as the fabric spread open, revealing a peek that made Tyler want to rip the shirt off with his teeth.
"You, uh..." Tyler stammered. "You wanna watch?" Hunter nodded. Tyler pressed play and the big hairy men on the TV started fucking each other again. Tyler squeezed onto what room was left on the couch. Hunter didn't move an inch, his knee pressed against Tyler's thigh. "You just watched it? Like in the truck?"
"Don't tell anybody," Hunter said with a grin, his eyes not leaving the screen. "It gets so boring just driving around. So I watch whatever comes up. Sometimes I do it all day, just teasing myself." He leaned back and his dick grew hard, pressing down between his legs and the shorts' inseam. "You like big guys, huh?" Hunter asked.
"Guilty as charged," Tyler said, shivering with nerves. "You do too?"
