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I got home around 3:00, threw my bag on the couch and went into the kitchen for some food. I found a note on the bench from my mum - "Delivery people picking up mattress @ 3:30". Oh yeah, the old mattress is being taken away today. The mattress has been in the shed for about a year, we never use it, so we're finally getting rid of it.

I make my self a sandwich and watch TV until I here the doorbell ring. 3:30, on the dot. I got up from the couch and went to the door to let the guys in.

Just one guy. And woah, what a guy. He looked about in his late thirties or forties, but very muscular under his tight grey shirt. He had a bit of stubble around his mouth (I immediatly fantasized about licking around it) and black hair with a bit of lift. I couldn't help but sneak a look at his crotch - even though I knew there wouldn't be any bulge under those shorts.

"You here to pick up the mattress?" I asked. He looked up from his clipboard and answered in a husky voice - "Yeah, this is the Jackson house, right?" As he moved his arms I saw some rippling in his shoulder and arm muscles. I started to drool in my mind. "Yeah. The mattress is in the living room, over here." I led him to the living room where the mattress had been propped up against the wall. He walked up to it and bent over to lift one side up. Oh my god, what a view. The material covering his butt stretched, showing a perfect shape.

"Hey, can I get a bit o' help, here?" he asked, not looking up. I tried to pull my eyes away from his perfect ass and go to the other side, but I was still looking at him when I bent over myself to lift the other side. I looked at his crotch again and saw the material stretched there, too - except for a tiny bulge just starting to form.

I lifted the end of the mattress and we moved it past the couch and table, through the hall and all the way to the foyer - all the while I never took my eyes off his body. Suddenly I realised he must have noticed me looking! Typical, I always act but never think. I look up at his hardly-shaven face and notice him looking straight into my eyes. I felt a jump in my underwear.

We made it to the foyer and dropped the mattress next to the wall. I saw his bulge had gotten bigger since I last checked - too big to conceal even if he wanted to (not that he was trying).

"Anything else you want?" I ask. I let myself smile a little, even raising an eyebrow slightly. Immediatly after I thought to myself - "Stupid! What the hell! Nobody gets off from an eyebrow!" But even after that, Mr. Muscle smiled a little himself, saying in his sexy, deep voice "Sure - a glass of water'd be great".

He followed me into the kitchen (not very far away from the foyer) and stood near the bench. He was standing right in front of the cabinet with the glasses in it, so I took the oppurtunity to nudge him aside by pushing the side of his butt a little. I noticed his bulge twitching slightly, and I could feel my blood pumping faster. I took one of the glasses from inside the cabinet and filled it with water. As I filled it, I could see out of the corner of my eye a movement - delivery boy was rubbing his crotch, watching me.

"Here's your water" I say, handing it to him. He took it, looking into my eyes, and mumbled his thanks. He drank it without taking his eyes off me.

"So how's the business?" I ask, trying to make a bit of conversation. "It's okay, we just don't get paid much" he answered. "Sometimes people give us tips and stuff, but never anything worthwhile. There's always one or two, though, that just really..." he paused, shifting his footing a little, "... go that extra mile to help us out."

Holy shit, this was going just where I wanted it to go. Delivery boy hopped up onto the bench and sat there, holding the end of the bench, hunched over slightly, looking straight at me. I could see his bulge getting even bigger through those stretched shorts, his muscles moving by even the slightest movement in his arms...

I stepped over to him and positioned myself directly in front of him, looking at his bulge, which was now twitching slightly. I put my hands on his thighs and gripped slightly, just to make perfectly sure that this was actually happening, and sure enough, I heard a short, quiet but rumbling growl from his throat that could only mean "yeah, boy, go for it!"

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