A Male diving for Mail

*Ka-chunk Ka-chunk Ka-chunk Ka-chunk*

Acting fast, I leant into the chute head first and reached down with both hands, the chute's hatch now resting on my back.

Where could it be?

*Ka-chunk Ka-chunk Ka-chunk Ka-chunk * ****

KA-CHUNK? What do you mean Ka-chunk? No! Stop going down!!

I leant in deeper, the metal of the chute pressed into my semi-erect penis.

Yikes! That metal is cold!

D: I'm sure a seasoned detective could trace his steps everywhere with the amount of Pre-cum he leaves on everything.

A: "Pre..." what?

D: Cum, my dear.

A: Uhm... what... what's cum?

D: WHAT'S CUM? Are you telling me there's no Cum in Heaven?!?!?

I reached in deeper, my penis slid into the chute, leaving my balls hanging outside. Pressed between the chute and my body it began to grow again.

I grabbed a wad of letters and memos in both my hands, a huge quantity of paper now held in my hands.

The Ka-chunks stopped.

AHA! It must stop doing the Ka-chunks when I remove enough weight of paper. Ok, what do I do next?

I stayed in the chute with my arms full as I thought of a solution.

I can't back out with my arms so full, and I daren't risk putting this down again and having that Ka-chunk start again! Come on Ren, think!

A: I don't think there's "Cum" in Heaven... I wouldn't know, you still haven't told me what it is...

D: CUM! It's Cum. It's the life blood of everything. You know... uh, baby-batter, daddy-sauce, gentleman's relish, love liquor, man chowder, schlong jelly, throat yoghurt, tit paste. Jizz, spunk, MAN NECTAR.

A solution formed in my mind.

Wait a moment... **I have an idea. **

I rested as much post as I could in one hand, and with the other grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up towards my head. I formed a sort of pouch with it and put all the post from my other hand into it.

Yesss, this could actually work.

I never would have thought I'd be using my shirt as a mailbag... until now!

I continued scooping up the post from the chute into my shirt.

Thank god for my flexible middle-manager thinking.

A: Never heard of it.

D: WHAT?! I'm so glad I'm not an angel. You know... I'm going to do you a favour.

A: Oh no. What does that mean?

D: Oh nothing bad, I'm just going to educate you is all.

Suddenly my cock twitched against the chute and my belly.