I began to notice a certain guy working in the Safeway Grocery Store in Manhattan where I shopped. About 18--with stunning Italian looks, tanned, high cheek bones, full lips, and V-shaped body, broad shoulders, showing muscles (chest, abs) under or outside his tee shirt (delts, biceps). Tony was a feast for the eyes.
I kept sort of running into him in the store where I shopped. almost every other day. It was a medium-size supermarket where the same people would show up, where employees, as they recognized you, would smile. A handsome teen, this guy didn't smile much, but I guess he didn't mind being looked at.
But as the weeks went past, I couldn't help but notice the eye contact between him and myself. I might be at the produce stand, Tony-his name-unloading vegetables and fruit from boxes, looking at me as he stooped over for a handful of green peppers or onions, or whatever. Some people will look at you with a totally blank or sometimes suggestive look on their faces. And you wonder, What is that persion looking at me for? With what on his mind??
One day with a large grocery list and Tony around the store, I decided to live it up and have it all delivered. Meaning Tony comes to my house with the load (of groceries). Believe it or not, I did not have any hidden plan so far as he was concerned. Anyway, delivery people come to your house, right? drop off whatever, then leave. Still--a hot thought--what if? I wanted somehow just to see him in my apartment. Hard to explain. But, seriously, there definitely was no "strategy." And of course that probably wasn't on his agenda either as he delivered groceries around Greenwich Village, Manhattan.
So, about a half hour later my apt. buzzer rings. I wasn't even sure HE would be the person assigned to make the delivery. But when I opened my apt. door, there he was. Blue jeans, tee-shirt, kind of sweaty. In he comes toting the groceries.
"Whew!" he wipes his brow. Then says: "Say, can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure," I say, starting to unpack the brown grocery bags, the kitchen adjoining the bathroom in the odd arrangement of that apt. Hmm, I notice he leaves the bathroom door open, that he is kind of "lingering" inside. So I walk around the corner of the room. There he is sort of fooling with his hair and rubbing the back of his neck in an odd way.
"Hey.could you?" he asks hesitatingly, "What's your name?"
"Al," I said. "Yours?"
"I'm Tony. Hey, Al, could you help me with something?"
"What?" I said.
"Do I have some hair growing down on the back of my neck?"
"Yeah," I said looking at his neck from the back, his face showing in the mirror--a big question mark swelling over my head. "Why?"
"Well, see, Al, I have a date tonight. Wanna look my best. Could you, like, SHAVE it for me? Don't want my girl to see that.I really need a haircut."
Well, I thought it was an odd request. But I got out some Colgate lather and lathered up the back of his neck like some substitute barber or something!
"Wait," he says, "I'll take off my tee shirt so's not to get lather on it." So he takes off his tee. I'm behind him. I see his reflection in the bathroom mirror. God, what a body! Dark brown skin (turned out he was part Irish, he told me later on a another visit-at night), hairless torso, ripply abs, beauthifully sculpted, flat yet 3D pecs, but not an obvious "bodybuilder's build."
I just blurted out, not thinking, "Jeez, your nicely built, man!"
"Thanks!" he says smiling, as I look at his reflection of his smikling face in the mirror. He keeps looking at me, almost staring...What does THAT mean? I wonder?.
I finish shaving his neck wiping it off with a warm washcloth. But he just stays there, just standing looking in the mirror, occasionally glancing at my reflection in the mirror.
Then before I move away from behind him and as I am still wiping off the lather from his neck, he just steadily BACKS INTO ME. I mean, pushing against my crotch with his buns! If he knew I had an erection at that moment, I don't know. Well, but I did! He just kept sort of pushing and moving his ass sort of side-to-side in a subtle rhythm.
I got the point! I wrapped my hands around his waist - from behind him. Then in a flash he unbuckles his jeans, and lowers them along his white briefs exposing this - no exaggeration - incredibly beautiful set of buttocks!! His cock pops out, which I could see in the mirror.
My hands go wandering over the rest of his upper body. It makes me totally horny! I reach around for his cock. It's already in his right hand over the bathroom sink. So, I take it over from him and stroke him nice and slow and steady with my left hand while feeling the rest of him with my right hand.
Meanwhile, he keeps shoving his ass toward me and grabbing my cock. He occasionally sweeps his hand up my torso, brushing over my nipples, abs, etc. Then he puts my hard cock between his legs.
Breathlessly, I tell him, "Open the medicine cabinet! See the Vaseline there??"
"Yeah, I see it," he says, also breathlessly. Catching on fast, he opens the lid, smears some Vaseline on his hand and fingers and greases my cock-still facing the moirror, still standing. Then he puts some Vaseline in his hole, shoving his fingers far up into himself. Then Wwhile we're standing (that's right, standing!!!), he inserts my cock into his hole, bending forward and thrusting his hole up so I can navigate into it. I go in real nice and we fuck, fuck, F U C K !! Standing up!! It was incredible!! Sometimes he'd be jerking himself, sometimes I would jerk him, depending on what I was doing with my free hands.
As this was going on, all the heavy breathing, the ohing and ah-ing, a thought would stray into my mind "My God!! What am I doing?? What are WE doing??? He's supposed to be delivering groceries, not servicing store customers!" But these thoughts didn't stop the goings-on!! We reached our joint climaxes together in a very, very short time. I know he liked my cock inside of him, all 7-to-8 inches of it, so I Just enjoyed it and didn't worry about his job, the time, etc., or the oddness of it all!! Really a first for me--with a delivery person. For him? I didn't know.
After we both came-he didn't wash himself out (that is, my cum, no rubber, Iurt was in pre-AIDS times) and his cum shot in the sink, yellowish white against the white porcelain sink-he rinsed off only a little, turned to me with a really suggestive smile on his face as he zipped up his jeans. It was almost like a victory smile on his face. What? He had seduced me?? And enjoyed that fact? Hell, I don't know what crossed his mind. As for me, I felt I had seduced him. Heh heh. But it doesn't matter in those situations who does what first..
"Jeez, I gotta get back to the store!" he says looking nervously at his wristwatch.
"Yeah, better get going, Tony!" I tipped him-nothing special. Grocery guys always get tips. And down the single flight of steps he clambered.
For days I mulled all this over in my mind. Sometimes it got me real horny just thinking about it-and him. I got the urge to go back to the same store, the usual twice a week thing. Would he make other deliveries that way to my place? What was happening between us?
The answer is-yes, several more deliveries by Tony, several more "fests" with Tony.
One time in winter he came kinda late. I was alone, a fire going in the fireplace, snowing outside. He was behind schedule with his deliveries. So when he came in, he had a whatthe- hell look on his face and just stripped down to his undies "unannounced" like he was home and then flopped on the floorright in front of the fireplace totally nude except for his white sox. That night we used the floor, Oriental rug, for our fun!
Tony the Grocery Boy-hmm, so what happened to him? I ran into him off and on later after he left the store for other work, or took pix of him when we could manage a get together steering between my roommate's absences, etc. We were sex buddies for a couple, three, years. One day he told me he was setting up a bodybuilding business in his apartment. Both sexes. I can imagine what went on. I visited him once one morning---before he moved out West, California. And that was that.
But Tony had put an idea in my head about delivery people! I soon found out that that sort of thing was not "totally unknown" in the neighborhood-whatever kind of sex. Then I went to Balducci's Market once-a very fancy store with a huge selection of special stuff, used by posh people who want to show off or get some special goodies for a party or something. Being "worldly wise" by this time, after picking out a rather large order of groceries, the thought of Tony-or "Tone," as I called him-- pops into my mind. So I wonder in a horny state, Who delivers groceries from here?
Well, I soon found out -- a cute, kind of short, very young blond guy--who knows how young?-- but hot-looking as anything. So, Jimmy became the "new Tony." Only Jimmy was a guy who liked to fuck me.
OK! That worked fine, esp. frontwise. His hot, smooth, almost yng-boy's body facing me, his muscles flexxing as he thrust into me, his well- developed shoulders and arms, fucking me like mad like it was ecstasy (for both of us), my legs up on his shoulders or coiled around his gyrating waist.HOT! And he was a quick cummer.
It was really worth the tips for the deliveries!! I wondered sometimes what the freight elevator operator in my building thought (different apartment house from earlier-in this one I was on the 10th Floor). Jeez, Jimmy would come up on the elevator, go to my apt. door, the operator would wait. But Jimmy would disappear into my apartment! For a half hour, 45 min, or more. I wondered what the operator might be thinking.
So once I said to him, Salvatore by name: "That grocery guy is real talker!" Salvatore looked at me with a certain, unfathomable nativbe-Italian expression on his face.
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