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The Postman Took My Cookies

By Chris Carr

 Copyright © Sept. 13, 2007

 

 

 

 

"You know who this is?" I stood in the door speechless.

"Uh… my mom." His look made my knees buckle. I’d seen him several times before but never at my door.

"Hello?"

I blinked, speechless. Reaching for the package, I glanced at him as I motioned to close the door.

When I’d run into him at the mailboxes I’d always got this weird feeling. He’d always stop what he was doing to speak but there was something about the way he looked at me. Something that… (connected?) … stirred something in me.

"Wait!"

 

I stopped, my robe falling open. A little boy rode by on a big wheel and we both turned to see, his bike apparently fixed with loud bells. When I looked back at the postman, he was giving me that look. Grabbing at my robe I wondered why I hadn’t got dressed?

"You have to sign," He said, shoving a clipboard at me. As I scrawled my name he quipped, "No school huh?" I looked up.

"Summer break."

"Must be nice…" He said, taking the clipboard, "Diondre?"

I nodded, my face flushing.

"Nice name. Trey." He extended his hand.

I shook it, dazed when he wiggled his middle finger against my palm. A subtle move, it sent chills up my spine. I almost jerked my hand away but played it cool.

What the fuck was that about? I thought, releasing his hand. He stared at me… through me and my dick twitched. Snatching at my robe, I hoped he couldn’t see.

"Well, guess I betta get back to the daily grind, "He commented, turning to leave.

Like all those times I’d seen him at the mailboxes, I suddenly wanted him to stay. Say something, I panicked, but all I managed was a hoarse croak. 

Surprisingly, he stopped. "Huh?" 

I stared at him, my entire face flushed.

Say something! That raspy croak slipping out again, he stood a minute, his eyes twinkling as they traveled down my body, over my torso, my extending dick, my exposed legs to my feet.

"Check, you got something cool to drink?" He glanced at his watch. "Gets hot out there," He winked.

My feet glued to the floor, I finally got a signal to them and made them move. When I looked back to ask if he minded Sunny D, I could’ve swore he was looking at my ass. It alarmed and excited me and my dick twitched again.

In the kitchen I gave myself a stern admonition to get it together. You actin’ like a stupid li’l bitch and this nigga’s lookin’ at yo’ ass? A dangerous combination for sure.

I must’ve stayed in there too long because when I turned from the fridge, he was standing in the door. I almost threw the glass in the air, he’d startled me so. He did one of those once over my body glances again and my feet fused to the floor.

He approached me, his boots clunking on the floor and it took everything in me to keep me from retreating. Standing so close I could feel the heat from his body he smiled a sinister smile. My head cocked to the side, all the pieces not quite fitting together yet.

Handing him the juice I watched as he gulped it down, his eyes never leaving mine. Dazed, I couldn't keep my eyes on him. It doesn't make sense, I thought, glancing out the window. How come a nigga looking at me like I do bitches made me woozy? And why this nigga?

"So wassup?" He said, breaking my thoughts. I shrugged, lost for words. To be honest, I was thinking the same thing. What the hell was this?

He stepped closer, his face so close I could almost feel his breath on my lips. His eyes staring into mine, he calmly stated, "Seen you lookin’."

"Lookin’? Lookin’ at what?" I said, lost.

"Oh, it’s like that huh?"

He handed me back the empty glass. "Ok, maybe I was wrong." Staring at me a minute, he stepped. I watched him exit the kitchen, my heart pounding anxiously as he rounded the door. Every part of me was screaming let that nigga leave but my feet moved independently and I followed him to the den.

"Wrong about what?" I heard myself ask.

Turning to face me, he threw another one of those sinister smiles. "Don’t worry ‘bout it, homey," He said, grabbing his bag.

"No, tell me," I insisted. He stopped, gazing at me as if considering.

"Yo, check, I was just thinkin’…" Shaking his head, he stopped.

I waited, that tingling starting in my dick again. Maybe it was dude’s body. I’m sort of scrawny and I’d love to have a body like his. Maybe my body was just getting shit mixed up and making my dick get all stupid, I reasoned.

"Ain’t worth it... and your moms.." He muttered, lowering his head. Looking up, he gave me the once over again.

It was like he was fighting himself. Pieces of the puzzle fell in place and it stirred a strange curiosity in me. Why was he fighting himself and what did my moms have to do with this?

"My mom is at work," I volunteered. He gazed at me, slipping his bag over his shoulder. Adjusting it, he stood for some time then walked into my space again.

"So wassup, nigga? Don’t play games."

He was so sincere, I didn’t know what to say. We stood there, listening to each other breath, then he shook his head. Dropping his bag, he suddenly shot his hand out and grabbed my shit.

My first inclination was to push him away and possibly take a swing at him, but I only jumped, my eyes growing to saucers. The crazy thing is that my dick was almost all the way hard!

The fuck? His eyes staring through me, he calmly stroked up and down my length. I felt light headed, my heart beat so fast. I’d heard about this kind of shit but now that it was happening to me, I didn’t have a clue what to do. While I knew dudes shouldn’t be doin’ shit like this, I couldn’t deny I’d practically walked right in it.

Why did I want homey to stay, and what was this weird shit my body was doing? My brain going into overload, in addition to what homey’s hand was doing to my dick, the room started spinning. Afraid, I stepped back.

Trey looked at me, watching as I looked down at my now bone hard dick. It stuck out from my robe, the head so hard it shone. Things were moving so fast, I wanted to run. Looking back up, I saw Trey rubbing his growth through his shorts.

Staring right at me, he approached, unzipping as he walked. My eyes frozen on his crotch, they widened when his thick pipe popped out.

He stroked his leaking inches, smearing his liquid all around the head, then his other hand was on my dick again. Lightheaded, I closed my eyes.

Suddenly his hands were all over me. My stomach, up the sides of torso, then across my nipples. One hand started tweaking my left nipple while the other slipped around my back, traveling down until it was on my ass.

Every nerve in my spine tingling, I let out a tiny whimper. Trey gave me that sinister smile again then everything hit light speed.

Backing me against the fridge, he slipped a hand between my legs and found my asshole. My dick leaping, he wiggled it across my hole, his other hand still stroking my bobbling dick. Still tossing me that sinister smile, he raised his hand to his mouth and sucked on his middle finger.

Pulling it out with a loud pop, he jammed his hand between my legs again and pushed that moistened finger against my tight hole. We stared at each other as he wiggled and pushed until it popped inside.

I gasped and my eyes closed. It was the weirdest feeling in the world. My asshole pronged, I felt his finger slide in and out, wedging further and further until it lodged deep inside me.

My dick never went down. In fact, it got harder, the head leaking precious fluids which he smeared all around, doubling the sensations on my sensitive knob. Moaning and gasping, I actually spread my legs when he pushed his finger deeper.

Never taking his eyes off me, he probed my chute, working me into a frenzy. Just when I thought I’d blow all over him, he flipped me around. In a flash he raised my robe and was between my cheeks.

Letting out a surprised gulp of air, I trembled, his tongue assaulting my virgin button. Never in my life had I felt such incredible sensations. Nothing I’d ever done could compare.

My ass tooting up of its own accord, I pushed back, reaching for his lapping tongue. My face against the cold refrigerator door, it was like I heard everything in that instance. The refrigerator motor, the TV in the den and the loud slurps and squishing sounds of Trey’s tongue, lost between my wide splayed cheeks.

Raising up on my toes, I moaned, mashing my face against the fridge. Trey licked and lapped at my asshole until I thought I’d shoot again, then, like before, he stopped just before I went off.

Standing, he was suddenly behind me. My robe still raised above my round ass, I felt him rubbing his leaking pipe up and down my crack. Aww, hell no, I thought, aware what he was planning.

Letting homey eat my ass was one thing but his shit was way too big for my… Shrieking, I felt him push.

"Hold up…" I tried to say but only managed one of those weak assed croaks again.

Laying against me, Trey whispered in my ear, "Some sweet cheeks." I strained to look at him but he had me mashed against the fridge so tight, I couldn’t turn.

"Be tryna wiggle off it now," He continued, his hardness spreading my wickedly tight hole.

"Yo li’l ass been wanting this for a long time," Trey said, grabbing me by the hips. Wanting this? I questioned, wondering if it was true.

Like a bad dream, I kept trying to say something but nothing would come out. Plastered against the fridge, I felt his dick spread my tight ring until it slipped inside. A flash of pain rocketing up from my assaulted hole, I yelped.

"I know, I know," Trey soothed, enfolding me in a bear hug. "Hurts like hell." His hands roved over my body, one finding my curiously erect nipple while the other slipped up my rock hard length.

"Just wait… wait," He cooed. "When I tell you, I want you to push like you taking a dump," He instructed.

My world his invading marauder, I listened, praying it would bring relief. "Now," He said, stroking my dick faster. I pushed and his dick slipped inside my asshole, burying itself to its root.

I felt his groin nuzzle my jiggling ass and I gasped. "Shit! I’m… bout…" Anticipating me, Trey stopped stroking my close-to-blasting dick. Instead he pulled his dick out then rammed it back in.

Repeating, I felt him pull back, then bury his rod deep inside me. Dude is fuckin’ me, my confused mind stated. I had no explanation for how we’d gotten here nor the strange sensations that were too many to name.

Grunting and moaning, I held on, my ass afire. "Sweet cookies," Trey moaned, hugging me as he stroked. Deeper and deeper his dick lodged, dragging against my prostate until I found myself pushing back to meet his thrusts.

I had no idea what the new sensation ushering up from deep inside me was at the time but it tore through all my defenses, making me weak. Trembling and moaning, I melted beneath his thrusts, all of my being becoming my upturned ass and his ramming pole.

Every nerve tingled, from my wiggling toes to the top of my head and I felt totally alive. Like everything I’d done before had brought me to this moment.

Pounding me now, Trey grunted, dipping and pivoting his hips to pump his inches at different angles. Both of us sweating, he’d swing his hips low and pop upwards, driving his dick up at my boy hole. Then he’d switch up and hold my hips tight as he humped me like a dog in heat.

It didn’t take us long, both of us young and full of cum. Laying against me, he whispered, "whose cookies are these?" I couldn’t say anything, my confused mind still trying to catch up.

"These my cookies?" He said, dipping his hips to shove a long slow stroke from the bottom. Moaning like a bitch I trembled.

"These my cookies?" He repeated.

"Yeah," I croaked, then he kissed me and we both fell down the hole.

Plummeting towards nirvana, I felt him riding me like a bronco. I whimpered, his tongue dabbing at mine. He panted loudly and jammed his hardness deep inside me.

"Oh baby, here it…"

Both of us howling like banshees, I felt his dick plow deep, then it gushed and that’s when I yelled like a little girl, my dick pumping fountains of cum against the fridge. His dick kept swelling then gushing while mine leapt and pumped against the fridge until I thought I’d pass out.

Cum dribbled down my legs, pooling on the floor between my wiggling toes while his fire hot liquid filled my bottom until it ran down my legs. He held his dick inside me until the last spasm, then I felt him pull out.

 

I was still standing against the fridge when he zipped up. His mouth at my ear, he whispered, "remember," and then he was gone, leaving me there, my ass exposed.

 

 

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