Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2004 15:50:55 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Delivery Man

			     THE DELIVERY MAN
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     The doorbell rang and I got up where I'd been lounging watching
cartoons to go get the door. I didn't know who it was, but at six years
old, I was too short to look through the peephole anyhow. I opened the door
to see hairy legs beneath a pair of brown shorts. The shorts were cupped up
high around a nice bulge. I wouldn't have noticed it, I guess, but they
were right at my face level.
     I looked up to see who the shorts belonged to, up a narrow waist to a
broad chest, and peering over the twin mounds of his breasts was a
grinning, mustached face, dark hair and eyes, his skin was browned from the
sun, brown almost as his uniform, his teeth and around his eyes were white,
the eyes, hair and mustache were black. Brown, black and white.
     "Hello, kid." he smiled down at me.
     "Hello, sir." I said, looking up at him.
     "Is your mother home?"
     "No, sir." I said.
     "Got a package here for her." he showed a brown box maybe six inches
by four inches by eight inches long. "Is your father home?"
     "Daddy left us a month ago." I said simply. "He and Mommy fought too
much and so he had to leave." I was just quoting my mother's explanation of
why my Daddy was gone.
     "Oh." He said. "Well, your babysitter can sign for it, then."
     "Who?"
     "Whoever is here with you looking after you." he explained. "Who's
here with you?"
     "Nobody." I said. "I'm here all by myself."
     "Alone?" he said, cocking his head on one side. "Does your mother know
you're here alone." His eyes ran over my nearly naked form. "And only
wearing a pair of briefs, too?"
     "Uh-huh." I said. "Mom has to work, now that Daddy is gone."
     "Let me in." he said, and I stepped back and let him walk past me, and
he stopped on the other side. "Better close the door and lock it." he
advised.
     I did so and he said. "When's your mother coming home?"
     "About six o'clock." I said. "She usually brings us some burgers from
McDonald's or such for supper when she's working."
     "She work many days, leaving you all alone?" He walked over and sat
down on the couch, putting the box on the coffee table.
     "Uh-huh." I said. "She said she's got to earn money any way she can."
I said. I was talking too much, but I had been left alone for a lot of days
now, it was mid-summer. "It won't be so bad when school starts again next
month."
     "So what hours does she work?" He asked.
     "Every day until six o'clock." I said.
     "Monday through Friday?"
     "Uh-huh." I said. "And Saturdays, too." I said.
     "And she leaves you here all alone all that time?"
     "Yes, sir."
     "A pretty little boy like you?"
     "Huh?"
     "You know you're pretty, don't you?"
     "I'm not pretty, I'm a boy." I said.
     "You're a very handsome boy." he agreed. "What's your name, anyhow?"
     That was better. "Thank you." I said. "My name is James."
     "Mine is Brooks." he said.
     "Nice to meet you, Brooks." I said.
     "Why don't you get over here and sit down next to me." He put a large,
hairy arm out over the couch. "I can stay with you a while, this was my
last stop before taking lunch, anyhow."
     I climbed in, eagerly. This man was being nice to me, and I was
lonesome. Cartoons can't take the place of a person.
     I sat up next to him and his arm came down over my shoulders, and it
felt really good. I grinned up at him, and he grinned down at me.
     And his other hand came over and landed on my leg. I was only wearing
a pair of shorts, it was hot in the apartment because we didn't have air
conditioning.
     The hand gripped my leg. "Nice and smooth." He said to me. "Really a
very nice-looking boy."
     "Thank you." I said again.
     "Can I have a kiss?" he asked me.
     "Uh...okay." I said.
     "Get up in my lap and kiss me, then." he said.
     I did, and he wrapped both his arms around me then, and I lifted up my
face and his lips met mine. I figured on a regular kiss, but his mouth got
over mine and I felt his tongue sticking itself in between my lips. Long,
hard, athletic, the tongue pushed its way into my mouth easily.
     "Mph, muh, muhph!" I struggled, but his arms held me too
tightly. Feeling them around me, so strong, holding me completely still, I
just gave up and his tongue stuck itself all over my mouth.
     He let go and said, "Mh, the taste of a boy. All nice and sweet. You
been eating candy, haven't you?"
     "Uh-huh." I said,smiling shyly.
     "Sweet little boy." He said. "You and me are going to play a little
game. You like games, don't you?"
     "Yeah." I said. "What kind of game?"
     "This is a very special game." He said. "You'll like it."
     His hand came up and got hold of my shorts. They were easy for him to
strip off of me, and I was naked, and then he pulled me back into his lap.
     "That's my boy." he said. "Nice, soft little boy for me to play
with. All alone here, just you and me."
     "What are you going to do?" I asked him.
     His hand caught hold of my dick and I felt his rough fingers. "Anybody
ever play with your dick before, James?"
     "Uh-uh." I said, the negative sound.
     "Do you ever play with your own dick?"
     "A little." I admitted. "I don't think you're supposed to play with
it, though. Mommy caught me doing it one time and said I was being nasty."
     "Well, James, you and me are going to get nasty, what do you think of
that?"
     "I don't know.  I guess it's okay if someone else does it." I
said. His fingers were feeling awfully good. My dick was getting all tingly
just like it does when I play with it.
     "Do you like this?"
     "Uh-huh." I admitted.
     "Told you you'd like what I was going to do." he said. "It's more fun
when someone else plays with it, isn't it?"
     "Yeah." I breathed. God, it was feeling so good right then, I would
have said anything to keep him playing with me, using his fingers to work
my little boy dick up and down. But he let me go and I groaned when he did,
put my own hand on my peter. And he took my hand away.
     "Now I'm going to teach you the next part of the game." He
said. "It'll feel good, too."
     "Okay." I said, puzzled but willing enough. I didn't know this guy,
but he wasn't hurting me any.
     "Now I want you to play with my cock the same way I did yours." he
said. "And while you're doing that, I'm going to teach you something
special."
     He dumped me on the couch and stood up, pulled down his shorts and his
briefs, stepped out of them, leaving on his shoes and socks. Then he sat
down and said. "Now get up on the couch beside me. I did so as he guided me
and I ended up kneeling on the couch with my face near his cock and my hand
wrapped around it.
     It was so big! I'd never expected such a big one before. I'd seen
Daddy's a couple of times, when it was all soft and squishy, but even so, I
think Brooks' was bigger. And it was hard, it felt kind of hot and firm in
my hand, and the foreskin was like this thick coat wrapped around it and I
smelled a strong odor coming from it like sweat but also like the ocean,
kind of salty.
     Both my hands couldn't hold the entire length of Brooks' cock, though
I tried. I moved my hands up and down.
     And his hand went to his mouth and he sucked on one of his fingers. I
watched this, wondering what he was doing. It was his middle finger, even,
not his thumb. I knew kids who sucked their thumb, but never one who sucked
the long finger.
     Then he pulled it out, all wet and said, "Scoot up a little closer to
me, James."
     I did and now his cock was touching my neck and I had to rest my other
hand on the armrest to hold myself up while I played with Brooks' cock.
     And Brooks put his hand on my butt and I felt that sticky wet finger
slide down between my cheeks and touch me on my asshole.
     I have the words now, but I didn't back then, I didn't know what was
going on, really. I just knew that Brooks had found a hole (I didn't equate
this with where I took a dump, not then) and he was pushing his finger into
it.
     It felt...funny. It kind of hurt, but it was the way it hurts when you
stretch and you push yourself out too far, or bend too far back, and then
it hurts a little. Like that. His finger was all gooey with his spit and
that helped him push that finger into me.
     I made little sounds like, "Ah, ah, ah." as his finger worked itself
into me, like I said, it only kind of hurt. Sometimes it hurt even more and
I would cry out, but it didn't stop Brooks at all and the pain would get
less after a bit.
     "Yeah, you got a nice little butthole, boy." Brooks said to me. I
looked up at him, my eyes kind of glazed by the sensations running through
my body, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I didn't really know
what to do, just let it happen, the pain and the pleasure, and they were
all wrapped up together in my mind, the feel of Brooks' finger in my butt,
the feel of Brooks' cock in my hand, the smell of Brooks' crotch filling my
nostrils, the sound of Brooks chuckling when my groans were more from
pleasure than pain.
     "You're a hot little thing, aren't you?" Brooks asked me. "You really
like this, don't you?"
     I didn't know how to answer that. I liked some of it, but not
others. "I guess so." I said.
     "Now I need you to get my dick all nice and wet, just like my finger
was when I stuck it in your butt." Brooks said. "Suck on it."
     "Huh?"
     "Suck on my dick." Brooks said. "Treat it like a lollipop, suck on it
and get it all nice and wet for me. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you
get my dick all nice and wet so I can put it where I got my finger?"
     He was going to do that to me! "Will that hurt me?" I asked
accusingly.
     "A little, but I'll be gentle with you.  Now, come on, suck my cock,
kid." Brooks said and he wasn't smiling now. "Suck it and it won't hurt as
much." When I hesitated, he said, "It's going to go in your ass, boy, one
way or another. I'm telling you that sucking it first will make it
easier. You want it easier on you, don't you?"
     "Uh-huh." I agreed, and put my mouth down on his cock and licked it
like a lollipop.
     Brooks threw his head back and groaned. "Oh, yeah, baby, that's it,
lick my lollipop, lick it nice and hard!"
     So I licked it hard as I could, and Brooks loved it. He was moaning
and this hot sticky stuff oozed out of the top of his cock and it was hot
and salty and stuck to my tongue when I licked on him, like it wouldn't
come off of him, so that we were connected by this string of clear stuff
from his cock to my tongue.
     "Okay, kid, really get it wet for me, now." Brooks ordered. "The
wetter the better, you understand me. And hurry up, I'm not going to wait
much longer."
     I did as he asked me to, trembling. He was so much stronger and bigger
than me. I didn't know the neighbors, Mommy and I had only moved here a
week before, and she told me to keep indoors and wait for her to come
home. I could make friends when we started school, she said to my protests
that there were other kids around I could play with.
     So I didn't know what else to do but just as Brooks told me to. I got
his cock as wet as I could, slobbering all over it, spitting onto the
head. I thought he'd be mad I was spitting on his cock but he didn't say
anything, so I kept doing it.
     "That ought to do it." He said. "Now get up."
     I did, shivering and he stood as well, and said, "Now get back on the
couch, on your knees, and you bury your head in that pillow. I want your
face right in that pillow, you hear me?" It was my own pillow from my bed,
I had been lying on the couch watching the television. I did what he said.
     I felt the couch move as he got on, and then I felt it, his hands on
my waist and then the thick, big cock that was pushing against my bum.
     I cried out as he pushed it into me, it hurt so much, but when I
raised my head up, he pushed my head back down and he kept me like that. I
couldn't even breathe, he was pushing my face into the pillow so
hard. Pushing my face with his hand, pushing my butthole with his cock.
     My butt gave way, and I guess the spit on his cock and the way he'd
played with my ass helped some. But it hurt, a lot! I was crying out as he
pushed it into me, it was like I was being torn open, but my cries were
muffled by the pillow, and I was running out of air, too!
     I struggled and got my face out of the pillow just before I passed
out, and was too weak from lack of air to cry out, I just gasped in more
clean, fresh air into my struggling lungs, and then he turned my head back.
     By the time my air ran out again, he had his cock fully inside me and
he was holding still.
     "That's the way." Brooks said. "The hardest part's over now. Just hold
still and it won't hurt so much in a little."
     I begged him. "It hurts."
     "It'll feel better soon." He promised me.  "Want me to take it out?"
     "Nu-uh." I admitted.  "Feels better now.
     "Attaboy!" Brooks said. "I am fucking this hot little boy butt of
yours. You're going to get used to it and then I'm going to fuck you. You
understand?"
     I didn't know what fuck meant, but I could guess. "Okay.  What should
I do?"
     "Just hold still." was his only comment.
     After a time, the pain in my butt was less, and Brooks took that as me
getting used to it, for he started moving his body back and forth, pulling
that cock out and then shoving it back inside me.
     "Now I'm fucking your ass, James." he slavered at me. His voice was
like a dog panting over his meal, all wet with the saliva it was
drooling. I expected Brooks to drool onto my back the same way that dog
drips on the floor.
     I whimpered a little, but no more than that, it wasn't feeling so bad,
just little animal sounds as Brooks moved back and forth inside me, his
cock this big thing inside, all hot and sticky.
     "Yeah, boy, that's the way." Brooks said as he began to move in a
smoother rhythm, his body and mine beginning to get used to each other. It
still hurt, but not as much any longer.
     Even...there was this funny tingling inside my ass. Just like when I
touched my wiener, this tingle even made my dick hard again. I moaned
again, and this time, Brooks could hear the pleasure in my voice.
     "That's the way, kid, get into it." He said. "It feels better when you
enjoy it. You like having my dick in your butt, James?"
     "I guess so." I said dubiously.
     "Tell me you like it." he said and his voice was pure steel.
     I didn't dare disobey him. "I like it." I said.
     "Tell me you like having me fuck your ass."
     "I like having you fuck my ass."
     "Tell me to fuck you some more."
     "Fuck me some more."
     "Tell me to fuck you harder."
     "Uh..." I whispered.
     "Say it!"
     "Fuck me harder!"
     "Say fuck me harder, please!"
     "Fuck me harder! Please!" I whimpered.
     "That's the way." He said, his voice getting huskier. "Keep saying
that, again and again. ^ÑFuck me harder, harder!' Come on, say it, over and
over."
     "Fuck me harder!" I said to him. "Please fuck me harder!"
     "Yeah, kid." He said. Keep saying it."
     "Fuck me harder! Please fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck me
harder! Oh, oh!"
     His hand went suspiciously to my dick and found it hard and pulsing.
     "Shit, boy, you're getting into this. You like my dick in your ass,
don't you? It's feeling good now, isn't it?" His voice was all thick now,
his breathing hard.
     "Yeah." I sobbed. "Please fuck me. But no harder, please, just fuck
me."
     He was working my dick while he fucked me, and I couldn't help it, I
groaned as my dick went to its tiny orgasm, tingling so hard it drove all
pain from my mind, and I hunched back against Brooks as I hit my little
climax.
     "Good boy." Brooks panted in my ear. "Good boy, now it's Daddy's
turn. I'm your Daddy now." he said. "Call me Daddy."
     "Fuck me, Daddy." I gasped out. "Fuck me, Daddy, please!"
     "Oh, God, yeah, uh, uh, GUH, HUH-NNN-GGHHHH-HHHNNNKKK!" Brooks groaned
and I felt my ass sting as he shot that sticky stuff inside me. I didn't
know just what it was that first day, just that it was hot and it was
filling me up, all wet and gooey and it burned, it burned!
     "Oh, oh, Daddy, please, take it out, please!" I groaned.
     "Shut up, you little shit!" Brooks snapped at me. "Tell me you like it
again! Tell me!"
     "I like it!" I sobbed. "I do like it, I do! Fuck me, Daddy. Oh, it
hurts! Fuck me, Daddy! Oh, oh, it burns!"
     "Ah, hah, hah, uh, huh, guh, enh, huh, hunkh!" Brooks panted and then
he did pull it out of me, his cock no longer shooting that hot burning
stuff, and it even got softer as he pulled it out of me.
     Brooks sat down on the couch by rolling over onto the armrest, his
buttock bouncing off of it and he slid down into the seat, and his big
chest was heaving up and down as I sat down and looked at him, as far from
him on the couch as I could get. Hunched over against the other armrest. I
didn't dare go further away.
     "Damn, kid, that was hot!" Brooks said to me. "Shit, but you're a
wonderful little fucktoy! Fuck!  I love you, boy, my little baby boy, I
fucking love you!"
     I started crying then, and was surprised when he took me in his
arms. "Hey, hey, kid." he said to me so kindly that I kind of forgot he was
the reason I was crying, he was sympathetic and he was there, right there,
and my Mommy wasn't and never was there, just Brooks, so I took what I
could get. "What's the matter?"
     "I love you, too!" I blubbered, clinging to him, and he held me in
silence until the strongest part of the crying was over.
     "Hey, kid, I know it's hard being alone all the time." Brooks said to
me. "Don't worry, kid, you won't be so lonely now, I'll spend more time
with you the next time, and it won't even hurt so much."
     Next time? I looked up at him, surprised out of my tears. "Huh?"
     "Hey, a cute kid like you." Brooks said. "I know where I'm taking all
my lunches from now on."
     "Really?" I said. You have to realize how lonely it was being home all
day every day by myself. And besides.... "Will it really not hurt so much
the next time?"
     "First time is always the roughest." He assured me. "A few more times
and you'll be taking it with no problem at all. You got into it after it
stopped hurting so much, didn't you?"
     "Uh-huh." I beamed back his wide smile.
     "Well, that's how it works when you get used to it. A whole lot of
fun."
     "Really?" I wiped my tears off my face.
     Brooks looked at his watch. "I'd better get back to work now." He
said. "My lunch hour is over. Where does your mother work?" he asked me.
     I told him and he said he knew the place and pulled on his shorts and
rumpled my hair. I had to giggle at that, my Daddy always did that. Or used
to do it. I actually smiled and kissed him good-bye. "See you tomorrow,
kid." he said as he left.
     Mom was pretty late getting home, but she'd called me and told me to
eat some of the cold meat loaf in the refrigerator and she'd be home as
soon as she could.
     When Mom got home, she was looking happier than I'd seen her in a long
time. She kissed me and said, "I'm sorry I'm late, baby."
     "You have to work overtime?" I asked her.
     "No." she said and smiled at me. "Your Mommy met a nice guy at work
and we went out together for a little while. He wants to see me again. I
told him about you and he likes kids, too. Oh, I have a really nice feeling
about him! Maybe..." she smiled at me. "Maybe this guy can even be your new
Daddy, would you like that?"
     "I guess." I said doubtfully.
     "He wants to meet you, too, so we're all three going to get together
this weekend.
     "I hope so." I said. "Who is he?"
     "His name is Brooks and he works for a delivery service."
 
				  THE END
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