Package Delivery

Everyday I looked forward to the window between three and five o’clock because that’s when Patrick, our UPS guy, would drop off any packages. As the office receptionist and assistant to the office manager, I was responsible for receiving and distributing all deliveries. UPS was the one I anticipated the most.

Patrick was probably in his late 20s or early 30s, extremely fit, and incredibly handsome. His strong jaw was wider than his temples, and always covered in a dense scruff that trailed down his neck and connected to the chest hair that curled out from beneath the collar of his uniform. A thick moustache evocative of a 1970s porn star framed his curvy lips that always found their way into a grin when he saw me. When he was in an especially good mood, he would wink one of his piercing brown-black eyes at me and I would melt into a puddle upon my chair. 

Patrick’s UPS uniform fit so well I often suspected he had it tailored. The crisp beige button up fit appropriately snug across his broad muscled shoulders and flat stomach, allowing his beefy tattooed biceps to glisten with sweat on warmer days. If it was particularly hot out, pools of sweat formed at his armpits and I would occasionally get a whiff of his musk. One time, with a particularly tall package, he had to reach up to scan the label and I got a glimpse of his glistening armpit hair curling out from under his sleeve. 

His bottom half was also a sight to behold. There was no doubt that his shorts were shorter and gayer than what most employees wore and I genuinely wondered if he had them altered. Fittingly for a delivery man, his own package was impressive to say the least. It bulged out at his groin in a very obvious manner that left little to the imagination. If you were lucky enough to get close to him you could even make out the outline of dick and balls. 

From the backside, those shorts displayed his completely round and perky bubble butt. Had they been even the slightest bit smaller they wouldn’t fit him, but instead they hugged and supported his thick ass and cock in all the right ways. Plus, the short hem displayed his muscular thighs in all their hairy glory along with curvaceous calves that led down to scuffed up work boots. 

The sight of Patrick would send me drifting through sexual reveries of him pinning me down or me riding his moustache. It didn’t help that we were both overtly flirty with one another, to the point that one of my colleagues once commented that I could “get it.” One time, he even dropped his scanner and bent over to pick it up with his ass fully in the air, pointed directly at me. I couldn’t help but gawk and was at a loss for words once he stood facing me. 

I was nervous, though. I wondered if Patrick was like this with all his deliveries, or if he was just a narcissist that got off on titillating young receptionists like myself. I yearned for him to make a move, for I was too scared to do so myself. Besides, there were possible career repercussions if I was seen outright hitting on our delivery guy. 

You can imagine my great dismay when one day a different person delivered our packages. I assumed it must be a fluke, that Patrick was sick or on vacation or something. However, this new person came the next day and the day after that. Finally, after two weeks of not seeing Patrick I got up the nerve to ask the new guy what had happened. 

“Oh, Patrick?” he said. “Real shame, he injured his back on the job. He’s out of commission for at least six months. He’s getting workers comp, though. Fat checks, not gonna lie, UPS treats us well.”

My heart sank when I heard this, both because I wouldn’t get to feast my eyes on Patrick for a whole six months and also because the poor guy was badly injured. Of course, time does go on and it wasn’t soon before long that Patrick was a distant memory in my head. Things were going well in my personal life as I began dating someone and was due for a promotion on my one year work anniversary. It was shortly before this anniversary that Patrick arrived back on the scene. 

“William,” a voice bellowed from the elevator in the lobby, startling me. 

I looked up from my desk with confusion. The voice sounded like Patrick, but the hulking man in the distance didn’t quite look like Patrick. He was too big. As he stepped closer I recognized the gait and moustache as our former delivery guy, but his body looked like it belonged to someone else. It was incredibly clear that in those six months off duty, Patrick was forbidden from physical activity. 

The most obvious testament to this fact was the beer belly protruding before him. As he got closer I was increasingly surprised. He parked his hand truck full of packages near my desk and I finally could get a full body image of him. He had to have gained about 30 or 40 pounds since I saw him last. The tailored shirt that once fit him so well was now bursting at the seams from a thick spare tire encircling his waist. His face also seemed puffier, not necessarily from fat, but as though he were bloated from too much beer and salty foods. His upper body remained impressive and his arms were still large in circumference, although their defined musculature had significantly softened. 

My eyes traveled south towards his shorts that looked like they had shrunk in the wash. It was quite obvious that behind the cinched belt that propped up his doughy midsection, he had left his pants unbuttoned. It was more than likely that they simply could not button any longer. Of course, his package was big as ever and even more prominent now that his shorts were packed full of pudge. His dick looked uncomfortably mashed against his fly and I could make out a faint wet mark suggesting he had recently urinated. Lower down, his thighs were bursting out from the hem of his shorts like a muffin top in reverse. Gone were any trace of the leg muscles he used to show off. 

“Patrick, how have you been?” I responded. “I was so sorry to hear about your accident. Are you doing well?”

“Yeah, wasn’t the greatest turn of events, but hey, in a sense I got six months paid vacation! I am doing well now, almost fully recovered. Gotta start hitting the gym again though… picked up some bad habits during my time off.”

“That’s good to hear! And you look good… a little weight gain is normal.”

“I don’t know if fifty pounds in six months is ‘a little,’ but I’ll take it! Anyways, I know I should probably lay off the beer, but you crossed my mind a few times in the last six months and I was wondering if you wanted to get a cold one after work?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” I responded, shocked. “I uh, get off at five.”

“I can… meet you here?” He nervously responded. 

“Sure! Maybe around five thirty to be safe,” I added, anticipating that the office would be empty by then. 

I signed for the packages and as he turned around to exit the lobby I was shocked to see just how fat his ass had gotten. Of course, I expected it to be larger, but not that large. His shorts were so painted on that I could see dimples of cellulite through the fabric. I didn’t know how I felt about a pudgy Patrick in general, but that glimpse of his rear certainly got my heart rate up. 

5:30 rolled around and I was tingling in anticipation. I locked up the empty office and headed downstairs. In the dusk of the setting sun Patrick was radiant and sexy even with the extra weight. As we headed to the bar I realized I forgot my phone at my desk. We headed back up stairs to the office. 

I leaned over the reception area to grab my phone and when I turned around I bumped into Patrick’s soft distended belly. Our faces were inches apart and he placed both hands on my hips, pulling me closer. We locked lips and my heart fluttered. His moustache tickled my face as I melted into his thick arms and we began to make out.

My hands gripped at his back and then slid down to explore his doughy rear. The sexual tension jumped through the roof as he pinned me against the reception area and grinded his cock and balls against mine. I could barely breathe from the excitement and disbelief, plus the fact that his beer belly was suffocating me. 

I raised one leg near his hip and he gripped my ass aggressively and then hoisted me onto my desk. I pushed the paperwork near my head onto the floor as we unbuttoned our pants frantically to let our throbbing cocks spring forth. His cock was even more impressive when erect and was surrounded by a dense bush. He leaned on top of me, grinding his manhood next to mine, and drove his tongue deep into my mouth. In doing so I felt something pop against my stomach. He pulled back and held my mouth open to spit into it before making out some more. 

When he finally stood up I noticed that the popping sensation was from the buttons on his shirt tearing open. My hands caressed the furry flesh that was exposed and undid the rest of his shirt and then mine. Completely nude, he hoisted my rear up and began licking my ass. His moustache tickled and the hardness of the desk was painful so we swapped positions. 

With Patrick on his back I climbed aboard his face for a moustache ride. After eating my ass for a few minutes I bent down into 69 position to suck his cock. I was surprised by how much more comfortable this position was with a chubby guy; his belly served as a resting pillow between up. As I sucked on his dripping cock my hands drifted downward to massage and squeeze the fat encasing his thighs. 

Eventually he sat up and our lips made contact once again, our faces smelling like ass and cock. We lost balance while making out and tumbled to the floor where we kept at it. With a handful of his juicy ass fat I couldn’t resist flipping him on his knees so I could get my face in that booty. I grabbed massive handfuls of ass and spread his cheeks wide before diving in. Once inside, my head practically disappeared as I sucked and licked at his hole. 

An insatiable dominant energy swelled within me and I proceeded to mount his fat ass and begin badgering away at his prostate. With each thrust his cellulite clapped against my hip bones. Occasionally I’d give them a vicious spanking and watch as the rosy pink flesh wobbled from the force of my hand. With both of us teetering on the edge of orgasm he pushed me out of him and onto my back, where he threw back my legs and began pounding me missionary style. 

I could feel his massive balls knocking against my ass with each thrust. The sight of his husky shoulders and arms holding me in place while his belly bounced up and down with the force of his fucking drove me wild. When he saw I was on the verge of coming he pinned back my arms and bent forward close to my face. We kept both our mouths open against one another breathing in each others hot breath. In this position, I could feel his furry belly pool onto my torso and occasionally make a wet fart sound against my skin. 

My vision went white as I desired nothing more than to orgasm, but my arms were pinned far away from my dripping cock. Finally he began to moan and grunt aggressively and I felt his warm come shoot into my ass. The sensation of being filled with his load sent my body convulsing as I fell into a hands free prostate orgasm, gushing loads of come against his soft furry beer belly.

He collapsed on top of me with his cock still inside my ass and both of us panting heavily. His girth somewhat obstructed my breathing but I didn’t mind. After about ten minutes we finally peeled each other apart and stood up in silence. We washed up in the bathroom and put on our clothes, although Patrick had lost the majority of the buttons to his shirt. I cleaned up my desk and made sure everything looked normal before heading out. 

As we walked out of the building holding hands, Patrick’s shirt wide open and his gut wobbling in the moonlight, I realized I had once again forgotten my phone. I didn’t say anything this time. I could go one evening without it, especially with Patrick at my side. Instead of going to the bar as we originally planned, we took a pizza and a six pack back to my place.