Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 01:32:35 EDT
From: Scudder53@aol.com
Subject: "Paperboy Sir..."

It was 1965, and I was in 5th grade..soon to be ten years old...a blond
kid of Nordic heratage.   I had a job delivering papers, the Minneapolis
Star!  My parents had a house built in a new subdivision, and because it
was so new, many of the new homes were on unfinished muddy streets.  I
rode my bike, delivered my papers, and returned home muddy from head to
toe!  My Mom always escorted me to the laundry room, where I would shed
my "muddies".  My Dad would shout, "HOSE HIM OFF OUTSIDE!", but my Mom
was a gentle soul, and would allow me to shed my muddies in the laundry
room.

One rainy fall evening, I got on my bike, and headed out to
"collect"...in those days, paperboys had to personally collect from the
paper's customers.  I was nearly finished with my rounds, when I got to
Mr. Johnson's house.  I was soaked head to toe with mud, and was
shivering in the cold Minnesota fall evening!  I rang Mr. Johnson's
doorbell repeatedly.  He finally answered his door, dressed only in a
towel around his waist.  My jaw dropped when I saw him...he was a very
hairy man, mid 30's, muscular, and balding!  It was obvious that I had
interrupted his shower...his chest and stomach hair were wet and matted
down.  "Paperboy, Sir... it's me, Tommy, your paperboy, here to
collect!"  "FUCK!...I'm sorry son, come in...what do I owe you?"  "Five
dollars and fifty cents, SIR."  "Okay, wait here, I'll get your cash."
As Mr. Jonhson left me in his foyer, to get the cash, his towel slipped
off, and I saw his hairy ass!  His ass-crevice was filled with black
hair...his butt-cheeks were furr-mounds!  He returned naked, holding his
towel in front of  him.  He absent-mindedly dropped the towel, as he
counted out my money, my eyes left his hairy torso, and glued onto his
penis!...it was very long, very brown, and VERY uncut!  "There you are
boy, paid in full!"  "Thank you SIR" (I tucked the money into my
pocket).  I knew I was GAY, since "day-one", and was very attracted to
Mr. Johnson!  Mr. Johnson then asked, "Hey kid, how many more customers
do you need to collect from?"  "You're my last one...thank god, I can go
home!"   "Boy, you are soaked and muddy...c'mon into the kitchen and I'll
make you a hot chocolate.  I will help you get home, but you gotta shed
those muddy clothes where you stand!...I don't want mud  in my house!
I'll get you cleaned up, and I'll drive you home!"  "Thanks, Mr. Johnson,
but I need to let my Mom know where I am."   "Give me her number, and
I'll explain the situation."   I stripped off my muddies and stood there
naked still shivering. "Mrs. Anderson, this is Michael Johnson...your
neigbhor up the street...your son is here, collecting for the paper, and
he is shivering, coated with mud...I want him to stay here for awhile, to
get warm...I will take care of him, launder his muddy clothes, and feed
him...is that okay with you?"

"This is MISTER Anderson, Tommy's father...the Mrs is at bingo...keep
that little faggot, as long as you like!...he has a tight asshole, and
you're welcome to it!"  Mr. Johnson hung up the phone and  Mr Johnson,
looked at me.  His look conveyed compassion...but there was something
else in his look.  "Tommy, your Dad told me your Mom was at bingo, and it
was okay for you to spend the night here."  Mr. Johnson looked on me with
compassion, suspecting sexual abuse, and the words, "littlle faggot",
echoed in his ears.  "My Dad is an asshole...he was probably drunk
again...I'd rather be here with you, than with that fucker!"  "Tommy, I'm
sure your Dad loves you"......  "....oh yeah (tears in my eyes), that
asshole loves me...he loves to strap my bare butt with his belt!"    Mr.
Johnson hugged me into his wet hairy chest...despite the warmth of this
hairy man, I continued to shiver.  We sat on the sofa, and Mr. Johnson
held me like a baby.  Neither of us relized that a naked man was holding
an impressionable naked boy in his arms!  "Tommy, I suspect your Dad is
abusing you...am I correct?"   I replied sarcastically, "OH, NO, Mr.
Johnson, my Dad loves me...he tells me so, whenever he sticks his penis
up my butt...it hurts, but that is the only time my Dad loves me, so I
endure the pain, waiting for the the words, 'Oh Tommy, you are so tight,
I love to fuck you!'..so you see, he loves me!"  Mr. Johnson had tears in
his eyes..."C'mon Tommy, I'm going to give you a bath, and you can sleep
here tonight.  After my bath, Mr. Johnson showed me to the guest
bedroom...he tucked me in and left for his own bedroom.  I had never
slept naked before, but I loved the feel of the sheets against my naked
body.  I awoke in the middle of the night to get a drink of water.  I
passed Mr. Johnson's room and peeked in.  Mr. Johnson was on his side,
snoring softly.  The sheet was drawn, so that his hairy ass was exposed!
I crouched down and crept on hands and knees to his bed.  The full moon
illuminated his room, and his ass!  I pressed my 9 year old face into the
man's  hairy ass and sniffed his maleness...kissing the wrinkled pucker
of his asshole!  I stuck my tongue into his ass and licked his hole!  He
stirred, and I ducked under the bed.  When his heavy breathing resumed, I
got out from under the bed.  He had rolled over onto his back...the sheet
was now covering his body.  "DAMN", I thought, then noticed his feet were
hanging off the end of the bed.  I crawled to the foot of his bed, and
looked at his handsome feet!  They were bigger than my Dad's size
elevens, and his toes were longer and had hair on them!  I sniffed the
area under his toes...they smelled funky, just like my Dad's...the
difference was, I sniffed  of my own free will...not forced as my Dad did
to me.  My Dad used to make me pull off his Army boots...his socks, and
he would rub his sweaty feet in my face!  I was forced to lick my Dad's
feet clean!

I kissed Mr. Johnson's feet, then sucked his big toe into my mouth!  His
heavy breathing continued, so I continued...I licked the bottoms of his
feet, from his toes to his heel.  My little dick was rock hard, and I
needed to see his dick again...I carefully removed the sheet, exposing
his naked body.  Mr. Johnson's penis was standing straight up and hard as
steel.  I sniffed his scotum, pressing my little face into it's soft
hairyiness!  I opened my little mouth, took the head of his penis
in...and began sucking on it....just like my Dad taught me.  I was able
to get only half of that immense penis into my mouth.  I continued to
suck, until I felt a rush of thick, salty goo erupt into my mouth!  I
swallowed all the stuff and lay my head on Mr. Johnson's hairy thigh.  I
fell fast asleep.

I awoke the next morning with my face nestled in Mr. Johnson's scrotum.
The smell of ball sweat and spent cum was intoxicating.  Mr. Johnson's
thick penis was lying across my forehead.  I grabbed it and stuck it into
my mouth.  I played with his foeskin, sucking and chewing on it!  Then I
heard, "Good morning, tommy!"  I about shit!  I raised myself off the bed
and saw Mr. Johnson was awake with his hands behind his head.  I noticed
for the first time, the thick black hair in his arm pits.  "I'M SORRY,
MR. JOHNSON, I...."  "SHHH, tommy...", and he held my head securely in
his hands and guided my mouth onto his  penis!  He fucked my face, til he
shot his load down my throat!  I felt shagrinned, but Mr. Johnson hauled
my little naked body up onto his hairy chest, and held me close.  "tommy,
I know what you did to me last night...yes, I was awake for it all...from
the time you kissed my asshole, to when you sucked my toes, to when you
swallowed my cum!"  With tears in my eyes, "Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry, and
will never do it again...please, don't hate me!"  "tommy, I don't hate
you, on the contrary, I love you!...I've always wanted a little boy of my
own...I am a lawyer, and I know the law...I also know your Father is
sexually abusing you!...would you like to live with me?"   "OH, YES...I
love my Mom, but I don't want to go back there!...my Dad is an asshole,
and I am tired of his hitting me."  "tommy, tell you what, I will contact
your Mom, and will see what we can do."  He picked up the phone and
called my house...a woman answered..."Mrs. Anderson, please."  The woman
replied, "Is this some kind of sick joke?...Mrs. Anderson was killed last
night in an auto accident!"  I watched as Mr. Johnson's face went white!
He hung up the phone.  "What, what, tell me what happened!"  "tommy, I
don't know how to tell you this, but your  Mom was killed last night in a
car crash!"  I screamed, "NOOOOO", and fell to the ground sobbing.  He
picked me up and held my sobbing body in his arms.  He let me cry myself
out, and continued to hold me.  "tommy, get dressed..I will take you
home."  I got dressed, in an almost cataonic state, and Mr. Johnson took
me home.  My Mom's sister, my Aunt Mary, met us at the door...I ran to
her and buried my face into her, crying my eyes out.  Mr. Johnson
watched, then introduced himself, explaining the happinstance of my being
with him.  Aunt Mary said, "Thank God, tommy was with you last
night!...his Father was totally drunk, and continues to rant, that tommy
caused my sister's  death".  Just then, tommy's Father entered the
room..."There you are, you little faggot, you killed your Mom, because
you weren't here last night, when I needed you!"  I hid behind my Aunt
Mary.

Several weeks past after my Mom's funeral.  I stayed with my Aunt Mary,
until one day, my Dad showed up, with a court document, stating that I
was to live with him.  My Dad dragged me off to our house.  Aunt Mary
contacted Mr. Johnson, telling him what had happened.  "Mr. Johnson, I
don't know where else to turn...tommy loves you, and from what I've seen,
I know you love him!...he is being abused by his Father, and I don't know
what to do about it...the police dismiss me as an hysterical female...but
to see tommy's bruises, and listlessness, ANYONE can see, he is an abused
child!...my sister confided in me her suspicions of abuse, but had no
proof...what can we do?"  "Mary, first off, call me Michael...secondly, I
KNOW tommy was abused by his Father, but I am powerless to act, as I have
no proof!"  "Michael, I HAVE PROOF!...after the funeral, I had a private
investigator install cameras thru out the house...you need to come over
to view them...they are dispicable...Michael, I know tommy is Gay, and I
suspect you are too!...that is no concern of mine, as I know you both
love each other...I would rather see you have custody!...we need to
rescue him!"

I went to Mary's house, and she set me up in the den with the videos.
She left the room, as I pressed "PLAY" on the remote...what I saw, was
indeed dispicable....a naked little boy on his knees, with his hands
bound behind him, cowering before a large naked hairy brute of a man!  A
voice boomed, "BIDS START AT $5000"!  I recognized the voice as that of
tommy's Father.  The naked man was a brute, thick and hairy!  His
foreskin oozed with precum...He grabbed the boy by the hair and forced
him onto his back...the hairy man then covered the boy's face with his
foot!  "WORSHIP MY FEET, you scumbag!"  The video showed tommy licking
the bottoms of the man's feet.  It also showed tommy sucking the man's
toes.  The man then shoved his penis into tommy's mouth.  "Suck my drippy
cock!"  He then skinned back his forskin, and fucked theboy's mouth.  His
sperm went down the boy's throat.  He then pissed all over the boy's
naked body, before entering the boy's mouth and pissing down his throat!
The brute then shoved tommy to the floor, and sat on tommy's face,
rubbing his hairy ass all over the boy's face.

"You all have seen what this boy can do...the bid starts at $5OOO.  What
am I bid on this young boy, who knows how to pleasure a Master?

The bids escalated to $225,000.  The camera panned the audience...all the
men were naked!  "SHOW US MORE, went a cry from the audience.  The video
showed my father, haul me to the front of the stage by my hair, and shove
me to the floor.  He was wearing a leather harness only!  He placed his
naked foot on my face.  My Dad announced, "I will depart from the normal
auction, and allow one of you to test the goods...who will pay $10,000,
to test the goods?"  A middle-eastern man was the first to offer up the
$10,000 fee. Another voice, offered $15,000 to test the  goods.  The
middle-eastern man announced, "$25,000 to test the goods".  My Dad held
my face to the floor shoving his toes into my mouth, as he collected the
$25,000.   The Arab man then sat on a chair and commanded me to appraoch
him on my knees.  He pointed to his feet, and I began my worship....I
bowed my head and kissed his feet, feeling the thick black hair of his
toes on my lips!  I dutifully licked between his toes!  He shoved me onto
my back, and covered my face with his hairy ass!  The men in the audience
applauded.  I stuck my tongue into his hairy hole.  My face was smothered
in his hairy ass, and I soon passed out for lack of oxygen.  He then
picked up my lifeless body, and kissed my lips, breathing air into my
lungs.    I was soon revived, and started kicking and beating the man
with my fists and feet.  My Father pulled me off him and held me tight.
The Arab man offered $500,000, and my Dad shouted, "SOLD!"

The tape ended...Mr. Johnson, while dumbfounded by the video, had shot
his load into his briefs.

The courts awarded Mr. Johnson custody of me, and because of the video
evidence, a major child slavery ring was broken up.  My Dad was sentenced
to several life terms.  I went to live with Michael Johnson, and because
of my inheritance, never had to deliver papers again.