My Friend the Fedex Man by Revitup Man

Most days I'll hang out with him for lunch. If the weather's nice we'll wander over to Central Park and eat on one of the benches by the duck pond. My favorite though, is when the weather's bad. There's no lunchroom in my office, so we'll go out to his truck and eat there. The seats are pretty comfortable, and there's a little table designed to hold his work, but it's also the right size to hold our lunches. My favorite part, though, is when it's cold enough that he needs to start the engine for some heat. To get the heat going quicker he'll usually rev the engine a little for the first few minutes. Nothing major, but just enough to get my dick excited. Watching such an adorable guy pump the gas like that really gets my blood flowing.

Most days I walk home from work. It's kind of a hike, but I don't mind. I love watching all the different people on the street, and I like the exercise. Some days, though, George gets done early, so he'll offer me a ride, since my apartment is on the way back to the fedex depo. Yesterday was one of those days. I was a little late. I'd been helping a couple of managers move offices and before I knew it it was almost 7 o'clock. I walked out the front door of the building and there was George packing the last of his parcels in the truck.

"Damn it's cold out," he said.

"No kidding. I just read the weather and it said that it's only 14 out right now."

"Come on, I'll give you a ride home, you can't walk in this weather."

We got in his truck and slid the doors closed. He popped the key in and turned it. The engine cranked ok, but didn't start.

"Man, I've been telling them for weeks that this beast needs a tuneup. But they never listen. Until they have to come out and tow it, they'll never touch it."

With that he stomped on the gas a couple of times and turned the key again. No dice. He sighed heavily, obviously frustrated. Then he started pumping the gas pedal and cranking it at the same time. At first it didn't sound like it would start, but soon he was pounding the gas and the starter picked up speed like the engine might actually catch.

"Start! Damn it!" he yelled. At the same time he stood on the gas, and lo and behold, the engine stumbled to life. At first it coughed and sputtered. George kept the pedal mashed to the floor, letting the engine struggle to run. He didn't seem too concerned with what the engine was doing, but just seemed glad that it had started. Gradually the engine began to pick up some speed as the gas cleared out, but George didn't seem to care. He still had the pedal burried deep under his foot.

Soon, however, the engine was revving incredibly fast, and sounded like it was in pain. My dick was rock hard from this, and when I glanced over at George, it looked like his was too. He must've sensed my look and turned to look at me before I could look away. He let up on the gas a little, but still kept the engine revving awfully fast.

"Sometimes I just have to let him know who's boss," he said. Still staring at me he quickly jammed the gas to the floor a couple of times. The smirk on his face let me know that he knew what he was doing to me, but neither of us said anything.

With that he shifted into drive, and pumping the gas a few times to keep it from stalling, we jerked away from the curb and down the street. At the corner though, it stalled out. On the first try this time it started right up, and George immediately began thrusting the pedal to the floor repeatedly. Vroom, vrooooooom, vroooooooooooooom, went the engine. My dick was now dripping precum in my underwear like there was no tomorrow. I wasn't sure if I'd survive the ride home at this rate.

I glanced over at George out of the corner of my eye and he was alternating his look between my eyes and my crotch. "Somebody looks like they have a caged animal wanting to get out," he said, glancing again at my crotch. "You'd better take care of that."

Not able to resist him and what his foot was doing to that poor gas pedal I reached up to my zipper and undid it. As I pulled my pants down George's eyes glued themselves on my crotch and his foot slowed down, holding the gas about halfway to the floor. I gently took my throbbing cock in my hand and slowly slid it up and down, rubbing my precum all over it. George's eyes were wide now, staring hard at me. I knew I couldn't hold it long, but wanted to tease him as long as possible. The light must've just changed though, because now all the cars behind us were honking. Without thinking, George's foot stamped on the gas in response and I began to squirt harder then I ever had before. Stream after stream of cum flew out of my dick and all over the front of my shirt, up to my chin.