Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2003 13:41:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: t baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Paperboy

My Paperboy
(c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com
All Rights Reserved


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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex
between boys or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where
reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now.

This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure
coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction SAFE SEX isn't required;
however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort
of chance.

If you like this and want to hear more let me know -- questions and
constructive criticism will be acknowledged -- flames will be ignored.

Hgo469@yahoo.com

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My Paperboy

	It has been hot and humid all day and my personal energy level was
down to almost nothing. The only good thing to happen was the delivery of
some new videos and I had started watching one when there was a knock on my
front door.
	"Who is it?" I called toward the screen door as I paused the video.
	"Bobby, I'm collecting for the paper Mr. James," was the reply.
	Bobby lived a couple of blocks away and had been my paperboy for
several years. Originally, he had ridden a bicycle, but lately he had been
using a small motorcycle.
	"I didn't hear you drive up," I said as I greeted him at the door.
	"My cycle is in the shop so I'm back on the bicycle for a couple of
days."
	"How much do I owe you?" I asked.
	"$18.75, like always," he said with a smile.
	I opened the door and invited him in. "My wallet is in the bedroom,
I'll be right back. Would you like a cold drink?" I just realized I was
only wearing a pair of jogging shorts with no pockets.
	"Yeah, a drink would be nice - it's hot and humid out there, only
now it looks like it is going to rain."
	Just as he said that there was the snap of a bolt of lightning
followed a few seconds later by a huge explosion of thunder.
	We both jumped. "Better be careful what you say - it looks like
Mother Nature is listening.
	I went to get my wallet and rearrange myself - every time I was
around Bobby I started to develop a hard-on. He was extremely good-looking
and just my type: Asian, 5'5", and 125 lbs., short black hair, beautiful
brown eyes and a smooth, flawless body (at least what I'd seen of it).
	From the bedroom, I went to the kitchen to pick up a couple of cold
sodas before rejoining Bobby in the living room. When I walked in, Bobby
was staring at the TV. 'Oh God,' I thought, 'I hadn't turned off the
video,' Bobby was looking at the picture freeze-framed on the TV. The
picture was of a young man, stark naked, tied to an X-frame.
	"Sorry about that," I said reaching for the remote.
	"You can leave it on if you want," he said with a bit of a smirk,
"I'm not offended, in fact, I think it's really quite hot."
	I handed him a soda. He gave me a smile that would have melted
steel.
	"You don't have to worry about corrupting a minor, I turned 18 last
spring.
	"Well then, sit down and I'll restart the video and we can enjoy it
together."
	I sat down and Bobby sat right next to me.
	"How long can you stay?" I asked and almost as if to reply there
was another crack of thunder, followed by the sound of very heavy rain.
	"Well, at least until it stops raining," he said with another
smile.
	We sat without speaking, watching the video and listening to the
rain outside for a few minutes.
	"It's rather hot in here, do you mind if I remove my T-shirt?"
Bobby asked.
	I was afraid to speak for fear my voice would crack so I just
nodded my accent and then watched with growing excitement as he pulled his
T-shirt up over his head, exposing his beautiful torso. He was nicely
developed without overdoing it and other than his armpits; there was a
single hair to be seen.
	Now, I'm not bad looking: White, 5'8", and 148 lbs., light brown
hair, brown eyes and a dusting of dark hair on my chest training to a
narrow path headed toward my pubic patch. At 29 years old, I was still
young and some might say handsome, but I never will measure up to Bobby.

* * * * *

	I'd been delivering papers here for about six years and every month
when I came to collect, I had always felt a kind of 'tingle' if ours hands
so much as touched. It first I didn't know what it was, but as I grew older
I recognized it as sexual excitement.
	The last couple of months one of us had been in a hurry when I came
to collect so this was my first real visit since I had turned 18.
	The picture on the TV had both frightened and excited me, all at
the same time. I had heard about that sort of thing many times but this was
the first time I had actually seen it.
	There was this guy tied, spread-eagled, to an 'X' shaped cross - he
was stark naked and struggling against his bondage. His wrists and ankles
were locked into leather cuffs. He was sporting a raging hard-on.
	The longer I looked at the picture the more turned-on I became and
I could feel my own cock growing. Quickly, before Mr. James returned, I
reached down to rearrange myself so that he wouldn't see my growing
erection.
	Mr. James returned with his wallet and a couple sodas. The look on
his face showed that he had forgotten about the video. He reached for the
remote to turn it off - I told him it was okay and I did think it was
interesting. Interesting? Actually, it was hot! I wanted to see more; I'd
never seen any porno like that before and wanted to see what was going to
happen next.
	We sat side-by-side on the sofa, he restarted the video and in a
couple of minutes, another naked young man was led into view. His wrists
were secured with leather cuffs that were fastened to what looked like
belts buckled around his thighs. No freedom of movement there. He stood
there in front of the first captive looking down at the floor.
	A hand came into view, pushing the new guy to his knees and
directing his head to take the first guy's cock into his mouth.
	"Suck!" came the instruction from an off screen voice.
	The kneeling guy took the other guy's cock between his lips and
slowly sucked it in until his nose was buried in the pubic patch before
him. After a brief pause, he pulled back until only the mushroom-shaped
head remained captured and then once again he impaled his oral cavity on
the rigid pole in front of him. In and out, in and out, the pace increased
slowly, but steadily, as the spread-eagled captive ceased his struggles
against his bondage except to attempt to push forward in an attempt to bury
his swollen member even deeper into the sucking hole before him.
	A loud crack of thunder and heavy rain answered a question about
how long I could stay. With his accent I removed my T-shirt - I wasn't sure
if it was becoming warmer or just me, but I really needed to put the
T-shirt in my lap to cover the obvious lump that had grown down there.
	We continued to watch the video and listen to the steady
rainfall. On screen the young captive had succumbed and shot his load all
over the face of the kneeling boy.
	"That video is hot!" I said, "Do guys actually allow themselves to
be tied up like that in real life?"
	"Sure do - if you enjoy it, it can be real exciting."
	"Have you ever done it, Mr. James?" I asked.
	"Many times, both top and bottom," he replied. "Now, we're going to
have to do something about this 'Mr. James' business. You're an adult not
and we've just sat watching a gay porno together, I think it's about time
you started calling me Jim like the rest of my friends."
	"Okay, Mr. Jam---, uh, Jim," I said.
	"Have you ever been tied up or tied someone else up?" Jim asked.
	"Not for sex, but when we played cops and robbers or cowboys and
Indians we did tie each other up as captives. One time when my folks were
out of town for the weekend and had left my big brother, Kent, in charge -
my friend Steve was also staying over -- he caught us jerking off to a
Playboy magazine. He made up both sit naked in the living room with our
hands duct taped behind us. Then he said we had to sleep that was as well
so that we would do it again.
	"After he went to sleep we each jacked the other guy off just to
spite Kent. We never did it again as Steve's family moved away a few months
later."
	"I have quite a few bondage toys, would you like to see them?" Jim
asked.
	Would I? It was more like 'try to stop me.' I was so excited I
could barely speak, but I did manage to croak out, "Y-y-yes."
	Jim got up, his hard-on making an obvious tent in the front of his
shorts. "Come along, I'll show you my toys."
	I followed like a new puppy. I wasn't sure what was going to happen
- on the other hand I was ready for almost anything.

* * * * *

	Could this hot little number actually be my faithful paperboy? I'd
have never guessed. After watching that video, he was following me into my
playroom like a puppy following the food bowl. I wasn't sure just what to
do, I didn't want to scare him by going too far, but at the same time, I
wanted him bad.
	I didn't have a regular dungeon or anything like that - just an
extra bedroom/den where I had made a few modifications and kept a chest
with all my toys. While I had placed some ring bolts in the floor, ceiling
and walls, for the most part I just used an old hide-a-bed soft as
something to tie someone down to. It was already open and had cuffs
attached to all four corners.
	Bobby looked at them and smiled.
	I opened a drawer and called him over, he looked at all the black
leather straps and belts in a sort of awe. I pulled out an adjustable,
full-body harness and asked if he would like to try it on.
	"Yeah, that looks neat."
	Did kids still say things like 'neat'? "It's designed to fit tight
against your bare skin," I said wondering if trying to get him naked right
away was pushing too hard.
	He hesitated a moment and then pulled off his shorts so that he was
standing there in just a bikini brief which was tented out big time.
	"If you're going to be naked I guess it's only fair that I'm naked
too," I said pulling down my jogging shorts and allowing my cut 7 inch
erection to spring free.
	Bobby looked at my hard-on and then turned his head away quickly
when he saw me watching him. Slowly he began peeling his bikini down, first
showing a small bit of pubic hair and then the root of his cockshaft.
	I found myself holding my breath waiting as he paused momentarily
before pulling the brief bit of cotton down to his ankles and kicking it
off. When he stood back up his uncut 51/2 inch cock stood at full
attention, surrounded by a small forest of straight black pubic hair.
	Slowly I ran my eyes over him from the tip of his toes to the top
of his head - everything was perfect. His skin was flawless and except for
his crotch and underarms just as smooth as ivory. It was all I could do to
not sink to my knees and give him a total-body tongue-bath.
	Regaining my composure, I began fitting the leather body
harness. This included a leather cockring and ball spreader, which was
somewhat difficult to fit properly due to his extremely excited state.
	"What are those things?" he asked as I snapped the leather bands
around his organ.
	"It helps you maintain an erection," I said, "not that you appear
to have any problems along that line. It's called a cockring and ball
spreader, they feel a bit strange at first, but most guys like them."
	Next came a leather collar, leather wrist and ankle cuffs and
finally a leather hood, which only covered the top half of his face, sort
of like a mask.
	I adjusted each strap and cuff for perfect fit and locked the
buckles in place. There was nothing to stop him from dressing and leaving,
but he would need a key to remove anything.
	All the time I had been fitting him I had kept his back to the
mirror, now I turned him around so he could see himself.
	"Fantastic!" he said, "This looks hot!" His rigid cock waved in
anticipation of what he was sure would come next, even though he really
didn't know what it might be.

* * * * *

Jim's spare bedroom was different, to say the least. He had an opened
convertible soft with leather cuffs at the corners, sort of like the 'X'
cross in the video. I was about to ask if I could try it out when he called
me over to show me what he had in a large chest of drawers.
	He pulled out a leather harness and asked it I wanted to try it
on. I wanted to try everything in the drawer. When he told me I would have
to be naked, I felt another twinge in my loins. Then Jim dropped his shorts
and stood there naked - I almost forgot to breathe. Jim's cock was awesome.
	After I pulled off my briefs, he began fitting the harness. When he
started handling my cock and balls to fit them into the cockring and ball
spreader I almost came right then. When he finished with the collar and
half hood he turned me around so I could see myself in the mirror. I looked
fantastic, sexy as hell and I was about ready to shoot without anyone
touching me.
	"You look great!" Jim said as he sat down on the bed. "Now, I want
you to do something for me."
	"What's that?" I asked.
	"I want you to tie me spread-eagled to the bed." He laid down on
his back and spread his arms and legs toward the corners.
	I fit the first cuff around his ankle; the buckle had a lock on it.
	"Go ahead and lock it, I don't want to be able to get loose
myself," he said when I hesitated.
	I put the other three cuffs on and locked them as well. Jim could
still move a little bit, but he wasn't going anywhere without someone
releasing him.
	"Now, climb on and straddle my chest," he said.
	When I did as he asked he said, "Lean forward."
	Now my cock was pointed directly at his face. Before I realized
what had happened he had sucked my rock-hard cock into his mouth and was
starting to suck me off.
	I was so hot he only made about five trips up and down my cockshaft
before I was blowing my jism deep into his throat. I started to pull out
and he increased the suction to make me stay inside him.
	Spurt after spurt of my hot cum shot into his sucking mouth. I
moaned and groaned as he worked his oral magic on the new extremely
sensitive tip of my manhood.
	Finally, totally spent, I fell to one side, pulling my now flaccid
organ away from the hot, moist prison of his mouth. It was only then that I
felt the river of cum which was running down my back where Jim had blown
his own load without anyone even touching him.
	The muffled sound of the rain combined with my sexual exhaustion
lulled me to sleep right there beside Jim with his shoulder as my pillow.


To be continued???

If you would like to hear more about Jim and Bobby let me know. Suggestions
are welcome - flames will receive the lack of attention they deserve.

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