Date: Thu, 28 Jan 1999 21:05:16 -0000
From: Woodrow_H@hotmail.com
Subject: Paper Route

This is an embellished account of a true incident.  It is not meant to be
read by anyone underage or by persons who are offended by gay male sex.  All
comments are welcomed as are your stories.
E-mail to Woodrow_H@hotmail.com

It was a bright sunny afternoon in June, 1952.  The last day of eighth grade
behind us, we had a long Summer to enjoy before commencing our high
school careers.   Boys on the verge of teenage had little diversion other
than sports and hobbies.  Television was in its infancy and consisted of
little more than drivel, especially in the daytime.  Computers were largely
unknown except to universities and the military.  We spent most of the
time engaged in outdoor activities.
Walking home from that last day of school with my buddies, Bobby and Gerry,
I was thinking of playing baseball at the park.  We were about to cross the
street at the stop light when a large red sedan pulled to the curb near us.
The driver leaned out the window.  "Hi guys!  How's it going?"
We recognized him right off.  It was "Pete the queer."  He was well known
to the neighborhood youth as a pedophile, and rumoured to be quite
generous with boys who accepted his invitation to take a ride with him.
In our boyish naivete, we had no idea what he expected in return for the
money he passed out or the cokes he bought.  In fact we really weren't sure
exactly what a queer was.  Sex, although we'd had it explained to us as
something our parents did to get us, was a huge mystery.  At this point in
our lives, none of the three of us had so much as held hands with a girl.
We were curious, of course, and masturbation had become a nightly routine.
"Things are great.  We're out of school for the Summer."  I replied, feeling
an odd sensation addressing a stranger.
"Terrific," replied Pete, "I suppose you're all going off to camp?"
Billy and Gerry, who were cousins, were not well off, and camp was beyond
their parents' means.  I was indeed slated to go.
"Yeah," I said, "next month."
"Bet that's a lot of fun.  Say, I've got some pictures here," he held up a
legal sized envelope, "want to take a look?"
Pictures!  We had no doubt as to what kind of pictures, and in those
pre-Playboy days, the hottest pictures boys got to see were of Black natives
in the National Geographic Magazine.  Would we like to take a look?  Does a
bear shit in the woods?  We moved closer to the car.
Pete removed three photos from the envelope.  Bobby leaned into the window and
gasped.  After a few seconds, he stepped back to let his cousin have a look.
After Gerry had had his look, it was my turn.  Wow!  It was an 8 X 10
black & white photo of a brunette, totally nude with large breasts and a
copious black bush covering her mons.  The next picture showed the same woman
astride a man with half his cock up her pussy.  It was all I could do but
not drool.  I felt myself hardening in my pants.
"Look, fellas, these pictures are not exactly legal, and I'm nervous about
showing them to you here.  How about we go for a ride and you can look at
all of them?"
I looked at my friends.  There were three of us and one of him.  How
dangerous could it be?
As if to reassure us, Pete mentioned the names of some other fellows we knew
that had gone with him.  They were slightly older than us, but how would he
know their names if it weren't true?  We decided to risk it, so the
cousins got into the back seat and I sat in front next to Pete.
As he eased the car away from the curb, Pete handed me the envelope, "pass
these out," he said, "spread the fun around."  I handed a few over the seat
and began to leaf through the remaining ones.  My dick was straining in
my pants as I saw the woman in varying poses; a cock in her ass, a cock in
her mouth, taking it doggy style from one guy while sucking another...
"Pretty hot stuff, eh?"  Pete winked at me.  "Looks like they're getting
you pretty hot."  He pointed at the obvious bulge betraying my arousal.
"Woody's got a hardon."  He said addressing the boys in the back seat.  "How
about you guys?"
There were murmured assents.
"Well, if you decide to beat off, don't get any spunk on the pictures.  It
makes them stick together.  Take a few tissues."  He passed a box of
Kleenex over the seat.  "You'd better take some too," he said to me with a
grin as Gerry passed the box back.
To be sure I wanted nothing more than to be whamming my ham, but I was
loath to do it in front of another guy, especially a grown up.
"You don't have to be shy," said Pete, reading my mind, "it's the most
natural thing in the world.  I've jacked off over these many times."
When I made no move to unzip my fly, despite the fact that I could hear the
obvious activity behind me in the back seat, Pete looked at me quizzically.
"What's the matter?  Afraid it's too small?  I won't laugh.  Here, I'll
show mine if you show yours."  He unzipped and produced a prodigious hardon
that looked twice as long as mine and much thicker.
Hesitantly I reached for my fly and slowly unzipped it.  I pulled my
straining meat out and gave it a few tentative strokes.
"Nice one," said Pete under his breath, as if to reassure me.
It worked.  I started to rub it fast.  My fingers fairly flew and my fist
slapped against my belly.  I felt the familiar tightening in my stomach
and grabbed the tissues just in time as I began spurting.  My eyelids
drooped and I felt spent as the last of my cum oozed into the tissue.
Pete's expression had changed.  The friendly smile had been replaced by
another look, a look of heat and lust.  His cock was sticking up, almost
touching the steering wheel.  He was obviously far more stimulated at
watching me cum than by looking at the pictures.
The commotion in the back seat had ceased.  As I was stuffing my now soft
cock back in my pants, Gerry leaned over the seat.  "Hey we gotta get
home.  Here's your pictures back."  He handed them up to me and I put
them back into the envelope.
"Sure," said Pete, easing the car to the curb, "see you guys around."
Bobby and Gerry clambered out, but Pete put a hand on my arm.  "You have
to get home too?"
"Yeah," I said, though I really didn't, and was tempted to stay with him to
see if he would jack off too.  I'd never seen anyone else cum, and that
big tool of his looked as though it would produce quite a show.  I got out
of the car and Pete drove off with a wave.
"Geez!  That was really something!"  Gerry's voice was a bit husky.
"I wish we could get hold of some pictures like that."  I said wistfully.
"Well, we've got one anyway."  Bobby unbuttoned his shirt and pulled out
one of the pictures showing two men and the woman.
"You think he'll notice it's missing and come after us?"  I felt like we
had cheated him.
"So what?  What's he going to do?  Go to our parents and ask for his
illegal picture?"
"You're right, I guess.  You'd better put it back in your shirt though,
wouldn't want to get caught with it."
At this point we split off and headed in different directions.  They
lived in a two-flat 3 blocks east of my house.  I had kind of hoped they
would invite me to come over and study the photograph again, but they didn't.
Both my parents were at work when I got home.  I went to my bedroom took off
my uniform, and wearing only my skivvies, went into the bathroom.  I sat
on the toilet and reviewed in my mind's eye the images of the pictures, the
first I'd ever seen of nudity and sex.  My cock swelled and I began to
fondle it slowly.  The image of Pete's man-sized cock poked its way into
my conciousness, and I was tempted to go back out and try to find him.
I could explain about the stolen picture and try to get it back for him,
but what I really wanted was to see him cum.  I knew it would be futile
since he randomly cruised the neighborhood and you never knew when he'd
be around.  Bobby had been right.  He'd not dare come looking for us.
I continued to slowly wank myself, but when it was time to shoot, for
some reason I let it rope onto my belly instead of streaming it into the
toilet bowl.  Despite having cum less than an hour ago, I had a fair load
and it puddled on my stomach.  Curious, I took a fingerful of it and
brought it to my mouth, tasting it for the first time.  It was a little
sour, kind of dry and chalky, not something I would want to taste every
time I wanked.
I put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and walked to the park about a
block away from my house.  There were a few guys there, and we played a
game of lineball.  Though I was into the game for fair, I found myself
looking around every so often, half expecting (half hoping) to see Pete's
car cruise by, but that didn't happen.  We played until suppertime then
we drifted off to our respective homes for the evening.  I noted that
Bobby and Gerry hadn't shown, and wondered if they had been having an
encore looking at the picture.  The thought made me swell a little in my
pants.
The next morning, I went to the agency that delivered the afternoon Herald
American news and got a paper route.  The pay was a penny a paper, and a
quarter bonus for new startups.  I had about 30 customers, and the boss
told me I could easily get half as many more if I really worked at it.
(This may not sound like big money by today's standards, but a coke or
a candy bar only cost a nickel then, and a quarter bought you a hamburger.)
Promising to be back promptly at 3:00 when the paper truck would arrive, I
went back to the park.
Bobby and Gerry were the only ones there when I arrived.  We played a little
mumbley peg with our scout knives, then a game of ring with marbles.  I won
five between the two of them.  As I picked up the marbles, I looked at
Bobby.  "Still got that picture?"
"Yeah, it's under my mattress."
"What if your mom found it?"
"Why would she be looking under there?"
"I dunno, but I'd hate like hell to get caught with it.  How come you guys
weren't here last evening?"
They looked at each other and blushed slightly.  Then Gerry smiled and spread
out his hands at his sides, an expression of resignation on his face.
Understanding his meaning, I nodded my head.  "If I had that picture to look
at, I'd probably not be playing lineball either."
Bobby regarded me sheepishly.  "Want to come over and see it again?"
It was only noon and I didn't have to be at the paper agency til 3:00, so I
readily agreed.
When we got to Bobby's apartment, we were relieved that his sister wasn't
home.  We had the place to ourselves.  We went to his room and Bobby
retreived the picture from under the mattress.  Looking at the woman being
plowed in her furry pussy and trying to swallow a cock that would do a
donkey proud gave me an instant boner.  From the look of their jeans, it
had the same effect on them.
Gerry looked at us.  "Well, what are we waiting for?"  He reached down and
unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock which was swollen and hard, about
the same size as mine I judged.  I began to follow suit when Bobby piped up.
"Let's do it naked."
I was stunned!  I couldn't believe he wanted the three of us to strip naked
and watch each other jack off, but as he began removing his clothes, Gerry
immediately began taking off his.  Hesitantly, I fumbled with my clothes,
but in a minute we were all nude, sporting hardons, and busy checking each
other's equipment, the photo on the bed largely ignored.
We were all about the same size, though Gerry's nuts were larger than his
cousin's and mine.  Bobby inched closer to his cousin, and I had the feeling
that the two had played this game before.  Standing there, I felt a bit
awkward as I stroked my cock and watched them.
"You ever touched another guy?"  Bobby dropped a bomb on me.
"N-No," I said nervously, "you?"
In answer, Bobby wrapped his fist around his cousin's cock and slowly pulled
the foreskin over the head.  Gerry grabbed Bobby's cock and stroked it gently.
I hesitated a few seconds then stepped over to them.  Bobby dropped Gerry's
tool and latched on to mine.  It felt so wierd having him grip me.  Not
relaxing his work on Bobby, Gerry half turned to me, offering his cock to
my hand.  I took it.  It was incredibly hard and hot.
We stood there, stroking each other, wondering who would be the first to
shoot.  We hadn't long to wait, for in less than a minute I felt Gerry
stiffen his body, breathe heavily, then the penis in my hand surged and a
generous wad of cum spewed out the end.  It hit Bobby on the leg, whereupon
he erupted with a rope that caught me on the stomach.  Bobby gripped my
shaft tightly and I felt weak in my stomach as I pumped my load, hitting
Gerry right on his cock.  He rubbed my cum all over his slowly shrinking
member.  We dropped each other's cocks, selfconciously stepping away from
the circle we had formed.  My first feeling was shame, with another boy's
cum dripping off my stomach and trickling down to my sparse pubic hair.  I
felt an almost panicky need to get out of there, and quickly put on my
clothes.
"I got to get cutting."  I said lamely as my friends dressed.
"See you later."  Gerry nodded.
I tied my shoes and was out the door in a trice.  All the way home I felt
strange about the incident.  I had to admit I had enjoyed the feel of
Bobby's hand on my joint, and was thrilled at the pulse I felt when Gerry
shot his load.  Suddenly the image of Pete returned to my mind.  What
would it feel like to have a giant cock like his in your grip when he
came?  I was willing to bet it would be a mighty flex.
I arrived at the paper agency 15 minutes early, drew my route tickets and
waited with the other boys for the truck to get there.  There was a lot
of jostling and adolescent cock talk until the truck arrived and we all
fell to folding the papers.
My bag full, I wrapped the straps over the handlebars of my bike and
pedaled off to begin the route.  It took me a little over an hour and a
half to deliver them all since not all the houses had their addresses
displayed and several times I had to ring the bell to verify the proper
recipient.
The last five papers were for subscribers in a large apartment building.
All the doors were properly numbered, so this went really fast.  I
decided to try my hand at getting some new subscriptions, and to my
surprise, got three out of the first five I tried.  I rapped several
times at the sixth door, waited a little, and was about to leave when I heard
movement within the flat.  The door opened and a barefoot man wearing
a bathrobe toweling his hair stood there.  I began to give my spiel, then
looked up and gasped.  It was Pete!
At first he didn't recognise me, and when I stopped talking in mid sentence
he asked me what was wrong.  I didn't know what to say.  Then he peered at
me closely.
"Is that you Woody?"  He said, draping the towel over his shoulder and
breaking out in a smile.
"Yes," I stammered, "it's me."
"Well come in, let's see what you've got."
I followed him into the dining room, noting how neat everything was.  I
spread the sample paper on the table and began talking about some of the
columnists we had.  Pete sat down and as he did so, his robe fell to one
side revealing a hairy, muscular leg.  He seemed very rapt in looking
over the paper and didn't notice me looking at his leg.  I could imagine
that super cock of his just behind the terry robe.
Suddenly he looked up and caught me looking down at his leg.
"OK, sign me up for daily and Sunday." He said, apparently ignoring my
indiscretion.
I filled out the form and pushed it into my bag along with the sample paper.
Pete leaned back in the chair, revealing all of his lower leg and most of his
thigh.  He really was furry I thought as I peeked at him.
"Did you like those photos yesterday?"
"Loved 'em," I replied, "never saw anything like that before."  I was worried
that he was about to confront me about the one Bobby stole, but he didn't
mention it.
"Would you like to see some more?  Some that are a little different."
"Sure," I said, "you bet."
"Wait here, they're in the bedroom."  Pete rose, the robe falling over his
leg and walked to the bedroom.
He returned carrying a thick sheaf of photographs.  "Would you like a coke?"
He set the pictures down on the table.  As Pete went to the kitchen to
get the cokes, I began looking at the pictures.  The first few were of
musclemen posing in very skimpy briefs.  I was disappointed.  I wanted to
see naked women!  The fourth was another muscleman, but this guy was
completely naked, his large cock sticking out from his body in a half-hardon.
He looked to be even bigger than Pete!  There were a couple more nude poses,
then, as Pete set my Coke before me, one of a guy kneeling in front of
another, with his cock in his mouth!
I could hardly believe my eyes.  The next shot showed the two men, one on
top and the other beneath him, each with the other's cock in his mouth.
I could feel my cock stiffening.  I thought I should find the pictures
disgusting, but actually I was finding them exciting.  Suddenly I felt
Pete's hand touch my knee.  I sat bolt upright.
"I bet you've never seen any like these before either."  His hand patted me
gently.
Nervously, I turned over the photo.  The next one showed the guy cornholing
his friend.  I marvelled that the guy's asshole would stretch that much to
accept that fat sausage.  It looked downright painful to me.
"Geez, do people really do that?"  It was a rhetorical question, as the proof
was on the photo before me.
"Yes, Woody, some do."  Pete had withdrawn his hand from my knee.  My
hardon was straining at my britches.  Much more of this and I'd be sure to
soil myself.
"I liked watching you jack off yesterday.  Would you like to now?  I feel
like it myself."  He opened his robe and there it was!  Fully engorged,
dark red, heavily veined with a prominent thick vein along the top of it,
his cock looked even larger than it had in the car.
I reached down and unzipped my pants, pulling my cock out the fly of my
briefs.  It was quite a relief not to have that confinement.  I began to
stroke slowly, alternately looking at Pete and at the pictures.  Pete wet
his fingers with spit and began to slide his hand up and down his cock.
The helmet head of it glistened with the moisture, and a small bead of
white began to ooze from the slit.  He rubbed that all over his cockhead,
some of it forming thin strings as his fingers moved down his shaft.
"Why don't we sit on the couch in the living room?"  He said, "it's more
comfortable."
We sat side by side on the couch.  Pete's robe was opened wide, showing his
hairy chest.  He slouched a bit, working his tool slowly.
"It must be a strain pulling that through your fly. Why don't you make
yourself more comfortable?"  He stood up and removed his robe, now completely
naked.  "That's more like it."
I thought I'd felt awkward stripping with Gerry and Bobby, but this was
almost too much.  I undressed slowly, instinctively turning my back to him
as I pulled off my briefs.  I sat down next to him again after carefully
folding my clothes and placing them beside the couch.  He was still
stroking himself slowly and luxuriously, and I tried to imitate his moves.
"You ever do it with Gerry or Bobby?"  Pete asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You know, jack off together."
I didn't answer, and Pete seemed to dismiss the subject.
"Doesn't matter, none of my business.  You ever touch another guy?"
At this point I was on the verge of surrendering to lust.  Scared I was, but
insanely curious.  I wanted to know what Pete's cock felt like, and I felt
if I said yes he would let me.
"Yes, the three of us did it together this morning."
"Would you like to try mine now?"  Not waiting for my answer, he reached
over and took my cock between his thumb and forefinger.  With his other
hand he guided me to his cock.
What a wonderful hardness I met!  It was so thick I couldn't touch my fingers
around it.  Slimy with his spittle and precum, it was the most beautiful
things I'd ever touched.
"Gentle now, and don't be in a hurry."  His fingers wandered down to my nuts
and tickled them.  "you like that?"
"Oh yes!"  I said breathlessly.
"Ever done more than jack off with your buddies?"
Having just seen those pictures, I had no doubt as to what he meant, but
decided to play dumb.  "What else is there?"
"Want me to show you?  I think you'll enjoy it."
"Sure, but please don't hurt me."
"That's the last thing I'd do."  He rose from the couch and moved the coffee
table then knelt in front of me.  He took my cock in his hand, licked the
head, then took it slowly into his mouth.
What a feeling!  The soft lips and warm moist interior of his mouth were
incredible!  He sucked me very slowly and gently, playfully tracing his
tongue on the ridge under my cockhead.  Then he pulled off my cock and
sucked a testicle into his mouth.  I squirmed uncontrollably.  Never had
I felt anything remotely as pleasurable as this.  I didn't want it to stop.
My stomach strained, I tensed, and then was running my cum into Pete's
mouth.  His lips pursed on my cock with each spurt until I was literally
milked dry.  My eyelids were heavy and my body spent.  I felt so weak
I couldn't even speak.
Pete rose and smiled down at me, his still raging cock pointing straight
out at me.  "Well, did you enjoy it?"
"Oh!  Oh!  Yes!  I've never felt anything like it."
He sat beside me again and resumed stroking himself, again at the slow,
lazy pace.  He made no move to replace my hand on him, but mustering my
courage, I reached over and gripped it.
"Spit on your fingers," he said, "get it wet."
I was about to comply when I impulsively decided to completely give myself
to this new experience.  I bent over his lap and brought my lips to it.
I wasn't sure I could get it into my mouth, but I was now mad to try.  I
opened my mouth, licked the angry cockhead then pushed it between my lips.
It was hot.  A musky aroma rose from it, and the silky skin stretched
hard over the roped veins was slippery.  More and more I took it into my
mouth, breathing through my nose.  After a bit I gagged involuntarily.
Pete pulled my head back by my hair and told me to go slowly and enjoy it.
I was salivating profusely now.  He wanted wet; he got it!  Soon I was
bobbing my head in his lap and really getting into my work.  His hands
caressed me about the ears.
After a few minutes, I felt him tense.  I knew the moment was there.  I
pulled my mouth off him and took a firm hold of his shaft.  He pulsed mightily and
began to erupt.  The first wad must have shot two feet into the air, then
spattered on his furry chest.  A few more spurts puddled on his belly.  A
little bit continued to ooze out, and I bent over again and sucked it out.
Pete's cum was not as sour as mine, not unpleasant, and I almost regretted
not having taken his load.
Pete pulled me upright and brought his face close to mine.  His lips
parted and closed on mine.  A gentle insistence of tonge forced its way
into my mouth and touched mine.  An almost identical feeling as when he
was sucking me came over me, and I began to return the passion of his
kiss with increased fervor.
When we finally broke, I noticed that it was well past 5:00, and realized
I'd better get home for dinner.
I dressed carefully and quickly.  Pete showed me to the door and gave me a
parting peck as I left, admonishing me to keep this "our little secret".
I was halfway home before I realized I'd forgotten my paper bag there.  I'd
have to go over there before work tomorrow.