Date: Fri, 29 Jan 1999 22:30:04 -0000
From: Woodrow_H@hotmail.com
Subject: Paper Route 2

This is a continuation of 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

                             Paper Route II

I was unusually quiet at dinner that evening and though I'm sure mom picked
up on it, she kept her peace.  Dad asked me how I liked the paper route and
I just said fine, supressing my eagerness to brag about the four new 
subscriptions I'd bagged.  I asked permission to go to the used bookstore
to see if they had any Zane Grey novels and they agreed.  (I hadn't been
allowed out in the evening prior to that, my parents being rather strict.)
The store was run by a kindly old man who always kept any Zane Greys he got
in reserved for me to have first quits.  Tonight he had two of them for a
nickel each.  I would read these and sell them back to him for 2 cents 
each.  It kept me occupied without a huge burden on my allowance, and made
him a fine profit.
Back in my room, I sat at my reading desk and opened "Under the Tonto Rim."
Somehow I couldn't get into the book.  My mind kept wandering back to the 
events of the day.  Of course the word "cocksucker" was part of my 
vocabulary, but heretofore it was an equal to "motherfucker".  Pejorative
but not meant literally when applied to any person.  But now, it literally
applied to me.  I had actually willingly taken a penis into my mouth and
sucked it to orgasm and enjoyed it.  In my heart of hearts, I knew it 
would be only a matter of opportunity before I did it again.  All the
burden of guilt was there, and my feelings were roiled by the conflict.
I went to bed at 9:00 and suffered a night of fitfull sleep.
Despite the fact that it was Saturday when I normally sleep until noon, I
was up and having breakfast by 8:00.  Mom commented on my early rising and
I mumbled something about meeting Gerry and Bobby to go bike riding.  The
truth was I was just anxious to get out of the house to somehow relieve
my burden of guilt.
For those not familiar with Chicago, the city is laid out as a grid, each
block 1/8 mile apart.  The north and south base line is Madison Street,
east-west is State street.  The coordinate for each of these is zero.
Each quarter mile in any direction from either bears a coordinate of a
multiple of 400, and is usually a commercial rather than residential
street.  North Ave. is 1600 north, and was the closest commercial street
to my home.
I rode my bike south, across North Ave. not with any particular destination
just enjoying the feel of the wheels beneath me.  Suddenly I was at
Division St., the street where Pete lived.  I turned and rode toward his
building.
It was only 8:30, and not knowing his rising habits, I was afraid I might
wake him up too early if I went knocking on his door.  Across the street
from his building was a bakery, and I decided to treat myself to a jelly
bismark.  I was just paying for it when who should enter the shop but Pete!
He made no indication of recognizing me, and I was too shy to do more than
nod to him.  I waited outside the shop until he emerged.  Without even 
looking directly at me he muttered under his breath "come on up to my
place."  
I walked my bike across the street and locked it with a chain to
the streetlight stanchion.  Clutching the bag with my bismark inside, I 
entered the building and came to the door of his flat.  I rapped, and the
door opened immediately.  Pete was smiling broadly.  "Come in Woody, come
in.  I have hot coffee."
He poured us each a cup, surprised that I refused both cream and sugar and
we sat at the dining room table enjoying our pastries.
"I knew you'd be back today, you left your bag behind last evening."
"Yeah, I remembered it when I was almost home."
"I'm just as glad, it's nice to see you."  Pete said, and I thought to 
myself I enjoyed seeing him.  Apart from the sex, he seemed like a real 
nice guy, sort of like an uncle.
We finished our coffees and Pete took the cups and saucers to the kitchen.
"I'll wash if you'll dry." He said over his shoulder.
The kitchen, like the rest of the apartment was immaculate.  Obviously
he was a very fastidious man.  He handed me the dishtowel and we had the
china put away in a matter of minutes.
"I was going to watch some films this morning.  You might enjoy them, that 
is if you have the time."
In fact I had almost 6 hours before my papers would be available, but I 
hedged a bit just replying that I had some time.  Pete moved to the living
room where a 16 millimeter projector was set up on the coffee table across
from a portable screen and speaker.  He opened a cannister, removed the 
reel and quickly threaded the film on the projector.  He dimmed the room
light and started the machine.  We sat together on the couch.
"I'm sorry, but this is in French and I don't understand it, but
it's a treat for the eyes at least."  He rested a hand on my knee.  It made
me feel squeamish at first, but I did not rebuff the advance.
The film was more like a home movie than a professional production, but the
action on the screen was like no home movie I'd ever seen.  Two young men
were seated in a room not unlike the one we occupied now.  They began to
kiss and grope at each other.  The incomprehensible dialogue was punctuated
by smacking of lips and heavy breathing, and coupled with the furious rate
the two began to undress each other had me in fully erect state.
"Shall we get more comfortable?"  Pete stopped the projector.
We stripped, carefully folding and stacking our clothes.  Pete's cock was
at full erection too, purplish and massive.  I wondered that I had been 
able to get so much of it in my mouth the night before.
The young men, now completely naked and sporting hardons lay down on the
sofa, head to foot.  They began licking each other's legs, working slowly
upward until each had his face in the other's crotch.  The camera panned
in and we could plainly see the cocks disappearing into the mouths.
I couldn't believe my boldness.  "That looks so hot!  Want to do it?"
Pete smiled, switched off the machine and lay down on his back.
I made to go directly to his crotch, but Pete stayed me.  "Start with  
the toes," he commanded, "let's really enjoy this."
I lay on top of him and felt him take my big toe into his mouth, sucking 
gently.  I responded in kind repeating on all ten as he did to me.
"Now slowly up the leg to behind the knee."
Pete's legs were very hairy, and my tongue pasted the hairs in spiderwebs
as I drooled my way up.  His tongue reached the back of my knee first,
and I nearly jumped off him.  A warm glow began to grow in my belly as that
wonderful tongue worked up my thighs.  I hoped Pete was feeling similarly.
This was dirty, it was sinful, it was delicious!
I felt his lips close on the head of my cock as his came to mine.  We began
sucking each other noisily, enjoying each other's hardness and heat and
the musky odor of sex.  Try as I might, I couldn't get all of Pete's cock
into my mouth without gagging, though I thought I'd gotten a bit more than
I had last evening.
He began writhing beneath me, and he began to spurt into my mouth.  It was
much beyond my capacity and shot up my nostrils and into my thoat.  I tried 
to swallow it, but must have aspirated some for I broke out in a fit of 
coughing and gagging.  He pulled out of me and shot a wad on my face.  I
must have been quite a sight, with cum hanging off my chin and running out
of my nose, but didn't think of it as I began spurting into him.  It was
gut wrenching as my cock exploded in his mouth and his fingers dug into 
the globes of my ass.
The moment of passion over, Pete pushed me up to a seated position, rose
up himself, and pulled me into his arms.  Our lips smashed together in a
searing cum flavored tongue joust that left us gasping.  So drained was I
from all of this, that I fell asleep in Pete's arms.
When I awoke, I was in a bed.  Lying beside me, snoring softly was Pete.
He must have carried me in here.  He lay very close to me, his arm flung
above my head, exposing his bushy armpit.  I snuggled close to him and
sniffed at it.  There was a faint odor from the sweat our tryst had worked
up, not unpleasant.  Impulsively, I flicked my tongue into it, wondering if
he would jump at the tickling sensation it was bound to produce.  No
reaction.
It was warm in the apartment and we lay there without even a sheet over us.
I looked down to Pete's crotch at his shrunken champion.  Even in that
state it was beautiful to behold.  I scootched my self down and regarded
it at close-up.  The bluntly rounded head with vertical piss slit fanned
at the bottom to form a cleft at the underside.  I took it in my fingers 
and lowered my lips to it.  Pete was going to have a wet dream or be wakened
as pleasantly as a man can be.
It began to grow as I sucked, and in seconds was fully hard.  I sucked 
slowly tickling his nuts with my fingertips.  He awoke with a snort.  His
hand moved to caress my head as I worked on him.  This time I was 
determined to have all of him, and, breathing through my nose, opened my
throat and eased it all the way in.  Success!  My nose was buried in his 
coarse black bush!  Now I began to pull all the way up to the head, 
increasing the suction as I approached it, diminishing it as I took the
length of it in.
"That feels so great, Woody, would you mind doing one more thing for me?"
Pete's hand continued to massage my head.
It's hard to smile with a mouthful of cock, but I tried and Pete interpreted
my assent.
"Poke your middle finger into my asshole."  
I wasn't prepared for that, but he asked for it, so I placed my finger 
against his pucker and pushed gently.  To my surprise it gave easily, and
my finger slipped in to the knuckle.
"Now in and out slowly, like you were fucking me.  Wiggle it when you're
all the way in."
I must have hit something sensitive inside him, for his cock jumped in
my mouth when I wiggled.  For fully five minutes I kept this up until he 
was moaning with lust filled joy.  Roughly he shoved my head down all the 
way, tightend his sphincter on my finger and erupted in a hot flow of
jizm which once again shot up my nostrils and down my open throat.  This
time I did not gag, and hungrily swallowed the fluid as fast as he could
pump it.
Pete pulled me up to his face and kissed me, licking his own sperm from
below my nose, then moved to work over my cock which had grown brick hard.
His hands gripped my asscheeks as he mouthed my cock.  I wondered if he
was going to give me the same finger treatment I'd given him.  I was 
afraid it would hurt, yet it hadn't seemed to hurt him.  My mind stole
back to the picture I'd seen last evening of the man taking another's
cock in his ass.  It was possible, maybe once you got used to it, it was
enjoyable.
"Want to try a finger?"  Pete left off sucking me to ask.  "I promise to
be really gentle and stop if you want me too."
Since he was my mentor in this new exploration of my sexuality, I trusted
him.  Curious as to what new unknown pleasure this might bring me, I said
yes.
Pete opened a jar of Vaseline which was sitting on the nightstand next to
the bed and smeared the length of his middle finger with it.  Then he
took a dollop of it and placed it on my pucker.  Resuming sucking on my
cock, he began teasing the area, circling his finger around it then 
pressing the tip against it, then circling again.  Finally, he pressed at
it and the tip of it slipped in.  I flinched and involuntarily tightened.
He did not press forward, but simply rested it until my tenseness eased.
He slipped it in about half way.  Again I flinched and tightened, but 
relaxed almost immediately.  Slowly he inched in until he touched 
some part of my innards that made me jolt.  As he massaged me, I went 
dizzy with the pleasure of it.
Now Pete began stroking in and out, in cadence with the sucking motion.
Each time he hit that spot, he would massage it before retreating.  My cock
seemed to swell each time he did that and my balls were boiling.  Soon I
could take no more and the hot semen poured from me in a torrent.  He
gulped it down and pulled his finger from my rectum.  It had been my
greatest orgasm yet, and I wondered to what further heights of pleasure
the man could take me to.
We lay there a few minutes, silently enjoying the afterglow.  Pete was the
first to speak.  "It's almost 2:30.  What time do you have to be to work?"
I gasped in disbelief.  I'd slept almost 4 hours!
"Three," I said, "I'd better get a move on."
We walked out to the living room and got our clothes.  Once we were dressed,
Pete took me in his arms and kissed me; not a passionate kiss, just a little
more than paternal.
"You're good kid," he whispered softly, "best I've ever known."
With that he handed me my bag and shoed me out the door.
I still had the fresh taste of Pete's cum on my tongue and the odor of sex
in my nostrils when I arrived at the paper agency.  I was afraid to get
close to the others for fear they would smell it and guess what I'd been
up to.  Fortunately no one copped to it, and I submitted the subscriptions,
folded my papers and rode away to do the route.
When I got back to Pete's building, everytime I dropped off a paper, I gave
a single rap on the door to signal the news was there.  I hesitated before
Pete's door, then dropped the paper, rapped once, and strode down the hall.
I was just about to the end when his voice stopped me.
"Hey Woody, what's your hurry?"
I turned and walked back toward him.  He peeked down the hall both ways, then
stood back to let me enter.  I was surprised to see that he was not alone.
A tall slender fellow stood behind him looking quizzically at me.
"Woody, meet Chuck, Chuck, Woody."
Chuck put out his hand and we shook.  While I had never seen him before, I
guessed that this was another neighborhood legend: Chuck the cop.  He was 
said to be a vice detective, a plainclothesman who preferred young men and
boys, and became a protecting patron to his friends.  What he was doing at
Pete's flat I wasn't sure.  I hadn't figured they'd even know each other.
"We were about to enjoy a coke," said Pete, "would you like one?"
"Thanks," I said, boldly seating myself uninvited at the table like I 
belonged here.
Chuck sat across from me.  His blue eyes studied my face, making me nervous.
I don't normally shy away from the cops, but being so close to this one made
me edgy.  I stared down at the table until Pete brought the drinks.
"Chuck and I are having dinner together this evening, but I wanted you both
to meet.  We're old friends and have no secrets between us."
My face glowed beet red.  So he'd told him all about me.  I thought this
was all going to be "our little secret."  I wondered angrily at just who
Chuck might relay this to.  Would it get out to my friends?
Guessing at my upset, Chuck tried to reassure me.
"Don't worry kid, this goes no further than me."
"Thanks," I said weakly, "if my folks found out they'd kill me."
"They wouldn't be gentle on Pete either." Chuck pointed out, "after all,
you're a juvenile."
The cop word stung.  The disparity between my age and Pete's had ceased to
disturb me since our first session, and now the enormity of it hit me.  He
could go to jail for a long time for what we'd done, no matter that I'd 
been such a willing partner to it.
"Say," said Pete brightly, "we never finished watching that film this 
morning.  It's still in the projector.  Shall we finish it?"
Watch a dirty movie with a cop?  I wasn't sure how I felt about it.  I'd have
no qualms about just with Pete, but I still had some misgivings about Chuck.
The two men moved to the living room and I followed, leaving my half finished
coke on the table.  Wordlessly, they began to undress, and I nervously 
followed suit.
Chuck slid down his briefs and revealed a soft four inch cock, not nearly as
thick as Pete's, closer to mine, but as I was to discover, much longer.  As 
if sitting naked on a couch were the most natural thing in the world, Chuck
sat at the end.  Pete sat at the other end, leaving me to take the middle.
Chuck was as hairless as Pete was hirsute.  Only a few wisps of hair on his
chest and a thin line trailed from his belly button to his brownish-red
bush.  He was quite fair skinned as well, contrasting to the olive skin of
Pete.  Pete switched on the machine and the action resumed.
The two young men continued their "69" on the sofa.  Chuck's leg pressed 
lightly against my left while Pete's pressed on my right.  My dick hardened
immediately and jutted up from beneath my belly.
Shyly I peeked at Chuck's crotch and saw him fondling a slender tool that 
must have been over 7 inches long.  Pete's hand strayed to my crotch and
took hold of my cock.  He stroked it for a moment then bent and took it into
his mouth.  He sucked for a few seconds then sat up.
Now Chuck's hand gripped me, and he repeated Pete's routine.  When he sat up
I leaned over and took Pete into my mouth.  I sucked for a few moments, then
felt his hands pull my head up.  He smiled and nodded toward Chuck.  
Haltingly, I went down on the man, but soon became more comfortable with it.
One thing I did notice was that Chuck used pine scented soap.  I wasn't
real fond of that, but the enjoyment of sucking a cock overcame that.
The movie forgotten, Pete moved the coffee table and knelt between Chuck
and I.  Alternately, he sucked each of us.  Chuck turned toward me and 
pursed his lips.  I brought me face to his and slipped my tongue into his
mouth.  If anything, Chuck was a more passionate kisser than even Pete.  His
hands were all over me and his tongue was driving me wild heightening the
intensity of sensation I was feeling from Pete's sucking.
Pete stood up, his cock sticking straight out, and Chuck broke the kiss to
immediately gobble it.  In one motion his nose travelled all the way to 
Pete's bush.  He slipped his hand between Pete's legs and from the jump,
I was sure he'd inserted a finger in Pete's ass.
He was noisy as he slurped on the lollipop.  Not wanting to be out of the 
action, I leaned over and began sucking Chuck.
"Let's go to the bedroom." Pete said huskily.
We followed him quickly.  I noticed that the bed had been neatly made after
our earlier tussle.  The three of us lay down in a triangle, Pete sucking me,
me Chuck, and he Pete.  I felt the pressure of Pete's finger at my anus,
and placed my own at Chuck's.  As Pete's finger entered me I flinched but
relaxed immediatedly.  My finger slipped into Chuck with virtually no 
resistance.  We sucked and fingered each other.  The room was filled with 
the wetly slurping sound of cocks being sucked.  The odor of the pine soap
seemed to intensify as his moment approached.
I felt Chuck tense, then tasted the cum as he spurted into my mouth.  I felt
the pulsing of his long cock as he emptied his load into me.  That drove me
over the edge and I began filling Pete with my spunk.  He in turn, 
thrashed a bit as Chuck gripped his tool removing it from his mouth.  It
roped into the air landing in puddle on his chest.  More spurts added to the
goo, then Chuck sucked the last of it out.
He and I took turns licking up the rest of it, then we blended together in
a group kiss, exchanging the freshly discharged semen with our tongues.
We rested for a minute, then I got up to get dressed.  Pete and Chuck came
into the living room behind me, and making no effort to retrieve their
clothes, watched me dress.
"Nice meeting you Woody," Chuck said, shaking my hand as I prepared to leave.
I managed an impish smile.  "I enjoyed it myself, both of you."
Pete turned to Chuck, grinning.  We both enjoyed it; partners in pederasty!"
Both men broke up laughing at that though I didn't get it.
I rode home slowly, savoring the first threesome of my new sexual life.