Lek The Deliery Boy

Lek the grocery boy delivered goods to my apartment twice a week. He was a slim, active teenager and always had a cheery smile. His hair was cut short with a fashionable wave at the front, held in place with gel, and he usually appeared in shorts, t-shirt and trainers, though occasionally he would roll up in his school uniform of regulation black shorts, white shirt and black plimpsolls. He attended the morning session at the local high school where he was in the third year and did the delivery job in the afternoons to help out with the family income. His skin was dark and smooth and I found him very attractive. It only took a couple of deliveries before he noticed me staring at him and he seemed flattered by the attention. Gradually he would stop and chat for a while, or help me unpack the groceries, giving me a chance to be up close and get to know him.

One Saturday I was telling him about a great massage I'd been given a few days before. He pinched my arm and laughed.

`Was she pretty?' I told him the masseur was a young man and that I only had a massage from other males, as they were stronger and more serious about it.

`A handsome guy?'

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Yes,' I repliedhe was.'

Lek left after that, but on his next visit as we were emptying my bags he said he needed a massage like I'd had the week before.

`Do you want the address?' I asked.

He looked at me for a little while, then with a slight lean of his head, `can you do it?'

Sure,' I saidbut it takes a while and you've got deliveries to do.'

`This is my last one today' he smiled.

I suggested he sit down on one of the dining chairs and I could massage his shoulders and arms, but he said given we had plenty of time, why not give him the full massage? Why not, indeed. I could feel my cock shifting in my underwear as the obviousness of his invitation sank in. We went into the bedroom and I put some light blue towels on the mattress, then told him to lie face down. I went off to the bathroom to get some cocoa butter cream that I'd bought recently, not that I used it much but I loved the rich, sweet smell. When I returned to the bedroom, Lek was lying face down completely naked, his t-shirt and shorts on the chair and his maroon cotton briefs strewn on the bed. His head was turned to one side and he was smiling. I looked at his lean, delicately muscled body, his evenly divided back and the firm young mounds of his backside, the shapely legs, and thought how much I was going to enjoy this.

I started by rubbing cream into his feet and massaging the soles, pushing hard into the pressure points. At one point he flinched and I asked if it hurt, but he said it was OK, so I continued. I spread the cream on his left leg and kneaded his calf muscles and the back of his knee, then did slow strokes along the full length of his thigh. I slipped my hand up inside his thigh and felt the soft skin of his balls as I pressed in at the top. His buttocks clenched briefly but he made no sound. I repeated the process up his right leg, massaging slowly but firmly. As I spread the cream over his young arse, I could feel my erection pushing hard against my briefs and shorts and my body getting warm. I kneaded his buttocks, squeezing and manipulating, fondling then pressing hard. His legs parted a fraction and I slid my well-lubricated hand firmly down the crack and pressed into his hole, which was soft and hot to the touch. A little beyond my fingers felt the firm root of his cock, indicating that he was already stiff.

I lingered up and down the crack, adding more cream, before moving onto his back. His head was turned towards me and he moaned quietly how good it felt. His left arm reached up and grabbed the waist of my shorts.

`It's better if you take your clothes off' he smiled.

I slipped my shirt off and pulled down my shorts. My erection was bulging in the front of my white briefs and there were damp patches where the pre-cum had been dribbling out. As I kicked away my shorts, Lek pulled the front of my underpants down and my rigid cock lurched out.

`Mm, big!' he giggled.

I removed my briefs and put them with my shorts on the chair, then resumed rubbing the cream into Lek's back, feeling the long firm muscles, pressing along the spine and out to the sides. I pushed hard and he groaned in satisfaction, his hand feeling my thighs and the underneath of my balls as I worked away.

I moved behind his feet again, spread his legs apart and knelt on the bed between them, then lifted his legs to rest on my thighs so that he was splayed in front of me. The neat dark hole of his anus and his balls now tight in their sac were directly facing me. I rubbed cream all over the area and began squeezing and massaging the area between his hole and his scrotum, pressing hard and rubbing along the sides of the hardened root of his cock. Then I pushed my hands underneath, either side of his hard-on, up along the surface of his lower stomach, back and forth, just gently grazing his shaft each time. I massaged his balls, individually and together, then rubbed more cream up along his stiff rod, and stroked up and down, pulling back the foreskin. I could see him squirming under my hands and his hole puckering as my rubbing increased his excitement. I spread more cream into the crack of his anus and pressed firmly, first with the side of my hand and then with my middle finger, finally pushing it inside him, ploughing deeply in as he moaned into the pillow. I finished off by massaging his buttocks again, then stood up and asked him to turn over.

There were stains of pre-cum on the towels where he'd been getting excited and his young slim cock was pointing straight up, his scrotum bunched up underneath.

`Good?' I asked.

He nodded eagerly and smiled. I got to work on the tops of his legs, always with an eye on the prize of his young spear. My cock was oozing pre-cum and aching as I inched up to his groin.

`All body now,' he said.

I was a bit bemused, so he grabbed a handful of the cream and rubbed it all over my chest and abdomen, greased my hardened erection and the tops of my thighs, then splattered more of it on his own chest. He pulled me down on top of him and our hard-ons crushed hot and close to each other as my body slid slowly up and down on his. Our hands explored each other's bodies, sliding over the well-oiled skin and reaching down into warm crevices. I kissed him deeply, probing my tongue into his mouth then into his right ear, my breath increasingly hot and heavy. I grabbed his cock firmly and masturbated him, slowly at first then with greater urgency. He groaned and kissed me harder, his body and muscles straining and pumping under me. Suddenly his head fell back and he gasped for air, and I could feel his sex jumping and throbbing in my greasy hand as he shot hot spurts of cum in between our bodies. I kept up the pace, working him solidly until there was no more to give and he pulled my hand away.

We were both sweating heavily and the perspiration mixed with the cream to stick our bodies more tightly together. He smiled at me and said he was very, very happy, but my cock was still agonising for release. I knelt up between his legs and lifted them up, placing them against my shoulders, exposing his hot, greased hole. I rubbed more cream into his anus, then over the head and full length of my erection before pushing the head against his entrance and pressing forward. My swollen cock nudged in slowly as he took a sharp intake of breath, but once the head was past the tight gate of his sphincter the shaft slid gradually and steadily inside him. The heat of his rectum was searing after his orgasm and it gripped my cock tightly. I started fucking, in and out, pushing firmly and withdrawing in long strokes. The sight of his lean, well-oiled muscles under me and his still-stiff adolescent cock increased the rush of my thrusting and in a short time my balls pushed against the underside of my body and my hot cum exploded into him, pumping in bursts until I dropped his legs and fell exhausted on top of him. I let out a quiet, almost mournful, moan and he held my face close and kissed me. I could feel his penis still semi-rigid against my abdomen as my cock remained thick and still inside him. I slowly withdrew and we lay in each other's arms on the cream and sweat soaked towels, too held by the moment to break apart.

It was a long time before we finally got up and showered together, the warm water and soap cleaning our tired but happy bodies. Afterwards Lek had to leave to go home, but subsequently the `massage' became a regular routine, though with variations in our roles. In the end, when he finished school, Lek moved in full time and we now run our own business -- but we don't do home deliveries!

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