I had taken the week off to catch up on some work around the house. I had only lived in the neighbourhood seven months and had not spent many weekday hours at home. During the weekend, the neighbourhood seemed quiet and residential.
It was gone 3 o’clock when the doorbell rang amidst my reorganization of my bedroom. Few people knew I was off so I had no idea who was at to door. Turned out to be the mailman with a package that had shipping due. We exchanged pleasantries and I ran upstairs to get $10.
When I came back I signed the paperwork, I handed over the cash made a few comments and off he went. When I went in the living room to open the package I noticed he was still standing at the base of the stairs looking back. Just then the phone rang and while talking I went to make sure I had locked the porch door. I noticed the mailman further down the block but he kept looking back.
It wasn’t until an hour later I realized I had taken my threadbare t-shirt off and shoved it in my waistband. Below the waist I had on very old worn knit sleepwear bottoms. My upper body, which is real beefy, showed my tattoos and pierced nipple and there was no question I was naked under the sleepwear bottoms. FUCK I thought – no wonder he looked at me!
As I was thinking about it my cock grew mega hard and I realized I was jerking off thinking about what had happened. But I knew the chances of a scene like that happening were nonexistent.
But I replayed it in my mind all that day and woke up the next morning thinking about it. I spent the day imagining what I could wear that would give me another hard on – lycra running shorts, ripped and threadbare levis or cutoffs, underwear and socks – there were lots of possibilities. But then why would the mailman ring the doorbell again since I received so few packages?
I kept trying things on and couldn’t decide what was the hottest. It wasn’t even 2 o’clock so I had plenty of time still and then the doorbell rang! Ninety minutes early – through the window I could see him. I had on the least likely choice I’d ever wear to the door – completely sheer form fitting trunks with a patch of very small lycra over the cock.
I had no choice – I either went to the door like this or missed the chance completely. When I went to the door he wore an evil grin and laughed saying he had obviously disturbed me and all over 50 cents. I said “What?” He then reminded me that the shipping due was only $9.50 and that he owed me 50 cents from the day before. We had a good laugh and he asked if I was enjoying my week off. I said I was just about to have my afternoon coffee and he said he was just about finished for the day and he was going to do the same thing.
I asked if he wanted to join me and we went into the kitchen while I made the coffee. This guy was nowhere near my type but he just fuckin oozed sex. He was medium height with a slight tight build and the polyester pants definitely were form fitting to his ass and crotch. His shirt was open three buttons showing his tight chest covered in grey and black fur. And his bald head, pencil thin moustache and black rim glasses topped off this nerdy looking mailman. My guess was he was around 58 a total suburbia dad type.
I figured I was giving this closet case a good dose of cock teasing. When we went to sit down at the table I realized the extent of it too. His cock was obviously aroused as you could see the massive outline of the head pushing the taunt polyester inches out. I figured he had at least 8 inches and it was obviously nice and thick too.
It took my cock about 5 seconds to start getting hard and I couldn’t take my eyes of his bulge that kept pulsating in his pants. We talked about pretty much nothing then he commented on my shorts saying they fitted real well and were pretty hot – he had never seen nay like them. I said right back that I had never seen a mailman fill out their pants that well either.
