u/Anonymuss11

I am a big guy. Six foot. Forty eight years old. Built like a fucking tank from years of lifting heavy. Thick chest, hairy pecs, arms that stretch every shirt I own, and a deep voice that makes guys nervous. I know exactly what I am. A muscle top and I own it completely here and everywhere else.

My mailman is Marco. Short guy, maybe five foot six, but stacked like a fireplug. Thick traps, big shoulders, chest that fills out his uniform, and an ass so round and powerful it looks like he squats every single day., always with that dark scruff on his face, smelling like fresh sweat and cologne after his route. For months he has been eye fucking me every time he drops the mail. I would stand out front in a tight tank or just gym shorts, letting my bulge hang heavy, and he would stare like he was starving for it.
Last Thursday it finally happened.
It was pouring rain. I stepped out onto the porch wearing nothing but gray sweatpants, no shirt, water running down my hairy chest. Marco came jogging up soaked, his uniform glued to every ridge of muscle. His nipples were hard through the fabric. My cock was already thick.
He handed me the package and said, worth getting soaked just to see you, big guy.
That was all I needed. I grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulled his short ass inside, and slammed the door shut. Pinned him against the wall with one hand on his throat and the other yanking his wet shirt up. His body felt solid under my palms, dense muscle, hairy chest, everything tight and ready. I kissed him hard while my thick thigh was pressed against his rock hard little cock.
You been wanting my dick? I growled at him.

“Every fucking day. I beat off in the truck thinking about you wrecking me”

I spun him around, ripped his shorts down, and that ass was even better than I imagined. Thick, muscular, perfect. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in it. Ate him sloppy and deep, tongue pushing inside while my beard scraped his cheeks. He pushed back like a hungry whore, moaning my name the whole time.
When his hole was dripping wet I stood up, shoved my sweatpants down, and smacked my thick cock against his lower back. He looked over his shoulder, eyes wide.
Jesus Christ,, you are huge.
I did not tease. I lined up and pushed in raw, stretching that tight muscle hole around me. Marco groaned loud but backed up onto it, taking every inch until my heavy balls pressed against him. Then I fucked him. Hard. Deep. Long powerful strokes that made his whole compact body shake. One thick arm wrapped around his chest, the other around his throat, owning him completely.
I railed him right there in the hallway, then bent him over the couch. Finally I picked his short ass up and carried him to the bedroom like he weighed nothing. Laid him on his back, legs over my shoulders, and pounded him deep in missionary so I could watch his face the whole time. He was lost in it, eyes rolling back, mouth open, begging me to breed him.
When I came I buried myself balls deep and unloaded. Thick heavy ropes pumping him full. He shot at the same time, covering his own abs and chest while his hole squeezed me like it never wanted to let go.
Afterward I stayed inside him with my big body covering his smaller muscled one completely. He left twenty minutes later walking bow legged back to his truck with my load still leaking down his leg and a stupid satisfied grin on his face.
Now every time I hear that mail truck pull up my dick gets heavy. Marco takes his sweet time at my house these days.
That is the truth. I turned my mailman into my personal hungry bottom.