Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2002 03:15:06 EDT
From: TomGTongue@aol.com
Subject: PAPER ROUTE RIM

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Sorry it's been a while since I've last posted, but I hope
you enjoy the new story.  Email me at TomGTongue@aol.com and
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PAPER ROUTE RIM (Part One)

From Tom's Tongue


There, on the ground before me, lay a slick porn magazine -
the kind I'd wanted to buy, but never had the guts to do.  I
could see a blonde muscle man, with his back to the camera,
grinning over his shoulder.  He as naked as the day he was
born, except for the boots, of course.  He had one foot up
on a stool, and his butt was the centerpiece.  It was an
amazing ass, loaf-like globes, slightly dimpled and glowing.
His cheeks were so massive - so big and muscular - that no
glimpse of his hole or his dick could be seen.  The lone
word:  RIM haloed his perfect head.

I looked around quickly to check if anyone could see me, and
saw no one.  I was in the woods leading to my family's
backyard; a route few but me knew, and was certainly curious
why such a magazine would be THERE of all places.  I
cautiously picked it up, fearing its pages would burn my
fingers.

I moved quickly into my own fortress of solitude, one where
I knew I would not be interrupted - yeah, my normal jack-off
spot -- and decided I couldn't wait another second to see
what those pages held in store for me.  Not wanting to miss
seeing anything, and knowing I'd be jerkin' off, I stripped
off the few clothes I had on and lay naked on the old army
blanket I'd taken from the basement..

I'm going to cut to the quick here, the magazine was
AMAZING. I'd heard the term "kissin' ass" almost my whole
life, but never dreamed that a man's hole could look so
beautiful and tasty.  There were hundreds of photos of men;
buck ass naked or partially dressed, in pairs of all
description, with one common element, one man always had his
face, lips or tongue buried deep into the ass crack of his
partner. Even, upon closer inspection, I noticed a clever
shadow of a man's face, with a protruding tongue, reaching
for the ass of the dream man on the cover.

I must've blasted off five times that afternoon, only
leaving because it was nearing dinnertime and I didn't want
to make my Mother worry.

Let me back up about two weeks.  I had been home from
college for the summer for a little over a month.  By the
way, my name is Tom Gilliam, and I'm nineteen, five feet
eleven inches tall and weigh 185 muscular pounds.  I have
thick brown hair, cut short and blue eyes.  My body is
completely hairless, except for my pits, my pubic hair and a
few on lower legs.I'm a scholarship swimmer at the State U,
and I'm love running my hands all over my smooth skin.
Secretly, I'd dreamed of running my hands over another man,
but I'd never had the courage, or the opportunity -- MY, how
things changed.

I was working in a local mill, moving boxes all day - BIG
boxes, and, after five or six weeks, my body was reaping all
the rewards.  Mom was feeding me great, and I spent all my
free time hanging around with my buds, swimming and
sleeping.  Life was okay.  I was making good money and
didn't have any studying to worry about.  All was copasetic,
until my jerky little brother, Luke, had to go and break his
leg skateboarding.

He was our neighborhood paper carrier -- a route he
inherited from ME and me from our older brother, Jason.  It
was a Gilliam family tradition, one we all took seriously.
Dad asked me to quit my job (okay, ASKED is a very generous
verb, if you get my drift), saying he would pay me the
difference in what I made at the mill and the route, so that
the family wouldn't be letting its "customers" down.

And it really IS a family thing.  I can't tell you how many
times Mom or Dad had taken us out in the car on a rainy day,
or delivered papers themselves when one of us was sick or
out of town on a school thing or...whatever.  They were
proud of us for taking responsibility, which we DID.  It was
also nice to have a little spending money, without asking
them for it.

It only took about two hours, start to finish, to complete
the route, an hour longer on Sunday with the ads and all,
but still, eight hours working versus two or three max, was
a sweet deal.  It was an afternoon paper meaning I could
sleep in (except for Sunday mornings -- BUMMER).  I enjoyed
being outside during the day, though,  and spent a lot of
time in the woods, in my secluded spot, where there was a
neat opening that allowed the sun in for a good portion of
the morning.

I was getting a great tan, wearing just jockey shorts.  I
loved the way my tan line looked on my ass - which I checked
out in the mirror more than once.  In school, I liked seeing
my teammates stripping down for practice, but only in the
fall, when school started back from the summer did I get to
see swimsuit tan lines, and, I'll admit, it was hard NOT to
look at all that fine ass sometimes.and COCK, come to think
of it.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

The last stop on the route was actually a carriage house, a
smaller dwelling behind a larger home.  It was once part of
an estate, the carriage house being guest quarters for the
big house.

So, the c-house was at the end of its own long drive, with a
back yard that led into the woods through which I walked
home.   Trees lined the path and basically blocked the small
house from view; although they did have a nice sized front
and back yards.  It was in this front yard that I came upon
HIM - SEAN RILEY.  Mom had told me that a young couple, new
to our town, had just moved in and that Luke had signed them
up for the paper. She also reminded me I'd seen the
"attractive pair" at our family's church.

Sean was just cutting off the engine to his lawnmower, as I
walked toward him, eyes wide in wonder with the vision
before me.  He is obviously Irish, because he is red headed
with a few freckles on his handsome smiling face - but it
wasn't his face that so captivated me.  It was HIM, ALL of
him

He and his wife Susan were new members at the Presbyterian
Church, and I'd noticed him, thinking him ruggedly
masculine, but that day, in his front yard, he was
SPECTACULAR.  He was dressed in faded red cotton gym shorts,
with rolled-up legs and a rolled-down waistband, and tennis
shoes and NOTHING ELSE.  His muscular body was shiny with
sweat, and he just GLOWED.  He's a shorter guy, like five-
five or six, but he isn't scrawny by any means.

Sean has wide shoulders, softball-sized biceps, massive pecs
bisected by triangle of coppery red hair, a ridged stomach
with more of that burnished red hair trailing downward from
his "innie" navel, and massive legs with really thick
thighs.  From behind, the view was even more impressive.  It
was actually the first thing I noticed as I came around the
bend, he was moving away from me, completing his last
circuit. The beauty of his butt took my breath away, and I
didn't even totally understand why.  His cheeks are BIG, out-
thrust and muscular, but his hips are slim at the same time.

I was grateful to have the satchel in which I carried the
papers to hide my suddenly awake-and-growing dick.  He
walked toward me, smiling, his wet face radiant in the
sunlight, and, as he grabbed my hand, he spoke, "Hi, you're
Luke's brother, Tom, aren't you?  I've seen you at the
church a couple of times."

My hand was tingling, so all I could do was nod.  I felt so
stupid, but guys like Sean don't walk up and shake your hand
every day.  I was glad to have the opportunity to meet him
because I had to ask him a favor anyway.  "M.Mr. Riley, I."

"Call me Sean," he interrupted.

"Okay.Sean, I know that Luke cuts through your backyard to
get to the woods that go to our house.  Do you mind if I do
the same?"

"No problem.  You'll probably be seeing a lot of me.  I work
from home, and Susan goes to work at the hospital at three
o'clock.  I like to be outdoors as much as possible.  I'll
be in the backyard most of time when you're comin' through."
He kept on smiling at me -- his green eyes were almost
translucent, and equally hypnotic.  "See ya soon, Tom" he
spoke as he turned his back to me, moving the mower to the
shed in the back.  I almost forgot to drop their paper on
their front porch, having to turn back.  I'd been following
him, never taking my eyes from his big, meaty ass.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

I learned the next day what he meant by seeing "a lot" of
him.  As I moved to the backyard, I saw he was reclining on
a lounge chair; clad only in a black Speedo, his legs
widespread with a lump at their apex the size of a
grapefruit.  He spoke, "Why don't you bring the paper here
to the patio from now on, Tom.  I'll usually be back here
catching some rays anyways"

Fortunately, I'd been wearing sunglasses and I don't think
he saw me staring at him, but the way he smiled at me made
me wonder.

The next day, he was wearing a yellow suit, and he was lying
on his stomach, again with his legs spread wide open to my
curious gaze.  His suit had crept up a bit and I could see
his incredible tan line - I didn't think red-headed people
could tan, but MAN, Sean's was BEAUTIFUL.  For some reason,
I wanted to lean over and lick up the sweat that had
collected at the base of his spine, but I turned and moved
away, practically running to my forest spot for a quick
whack job before returning home.

Over the next week to ten days, Sean was modeling swimwear
for me, the likes of which I had never seen.  They were all
Speedos, but, ON HIM, they were exotic, erotic, and SEXY as
hell.  We talked a bit, but about nothing major - sports,
school, swimming and my lack of a girlfriend.  It always
seemed to me that he KNEW something that I didn't.  The way
his eyebrow arched when he smirked at me made me think he
knew the punch line to a joke to which I wasn't privy.

It was the day I saw him in his translucent white trunks
that I found the porn magazine.  I was already horny -
perpetually, due to his sexy displays.  But, for some
reason, I never thought it was Sean's magazine, despite the
fact that his image was one that I kept in my mind as I
looked at the lewd pages.  I guess I didn't connect the mag
with him because he was married to such a beautiful woman,
and, as far as I was concerned, married meant you were
straight as hell.

Friday, which was collection day, came.  It usually took a
little longer to deliver on those afternoons, and by the
time I reached the carriage house, Sean was nowhere to be
seen.  There was a sliding glass door leading to the patio
out back, and I saw some movement inside. I walked toward
this door and knocked.

As the figure came into focus, I realized that, to my
delight and HORROR, Sean was approaching me wearing only an
old grayed-out jockstrap.  The bulge I had ogled so many
times over the past few weeks, seemed even bigger than
before, if that's possible.  The fabric was stretched to its
limit, as was the same area in my own biker shorts.

He smiled, and slid back the door.  "Hey, Tom, what's up?
Come on in. I was just finishing a workout"

I stuttered, "Uh, Mr...I m.mean SEAN, I'm here to collect
for the paper."  As I spoke, I followed him inside the cool
house - my eyes never leaving his creamy white ass. He moved
toward a table beside the sofa and bent over to find
something, maybe his checkbook. The demarcation of his tan
line was amazing.  I only wished I could have seen it
without the straps in the way.  I was in a sexual haze,
staring at his lightly-haired, but smooth-as-silk buttocks.

I don't know how long I stood there, but I finally heard
Sean's voice.  I looked up to see that one wall of the
living room was covered in a mirror and he could see EXACTLY
where I was looking!  "Is there something wrong with my ass,
Tom?  You can't take your eyes off it.I've noticed."

I had to reply.  I was trapped.  "N..no, Sean, it's.it's
perfect."  I couldn't believe I'd said THAT.  "I mean.I mean
I've never seen a grown man's behind before."

He never straightened or turned around.  He just kept
looking me in the eye, through the mirror, his eyes
crinkling as he smiled.  "My cousin, Shamus, used to say
that too.  He said that he had to test to me sure though.
You wanna check it out to see for yourself, Tom?  I'll tell
you how to do it."

As he spoke, he moved toward the couch in the center of the
room, spreading his legs, he straddled one of its arms,
looking like a kid on one of those mechanical ponies.  Still
looking at me through the mirror, he spoke, "The first
`perfection' test is to look, and you've done enough of
that.  I guess I pass." he laughed, sending a tingle down my
spine. "Well.maybe not.  Move over here behind me and get a
CLOSER look."

Without thinking, in a flash, I was on my knees behind him,
his creamy white cheeks beckoning me.  Although I couldn't
see his hole yet, I knew I would soon.  Leaning forward he
said, "Okay, like what you see so far?"

Looking at his face in the mirror, I could only nod.  My
mouth was dry, but filling with saliva quickly.  He smiled
at me, arching his brow again, his perfect white teeth
flashing in the afternoon sun.  "Okay, we're ready to move
on to test two.TOUCHING.  Reach up and take a feel.  Don't
be shy.  We're doing scientific research here."

With my right hand shaking, I brushed my fingertips across
his melons, strumming my fingers across his now-more-open
crack.  Becoming braver, I moved both hands into the act and
began rubbing his muscular, but still soft, cheeks.  I
started pushing harder, gripping the smooth flesh, trying to
pull his crack open so I see the treasure inside, but not
having much luck because of the way he was sitting...

"Ooooh, yeah, Tom, your hands feel good rubbing ass.
Massage my butt, man.  How does it feel, Buddy?"

"It feels g.good, Sean.  REAL good."

He laughed and leaned forward even more pushing back until
his rear-end was inches from my face.  "Okay, pull those
buns apart and look at the surprise I have inside for you."
I did just that, and there it was his asshole, pink, moist
and beautiful - with just a few red hairs surrounding it.
"Now, rub your fingers around inside the crack.  Kinda warm,
huh?"

It was RED HOT as far as I was concerned.  When my index
finger touched his bud, we both groaned.  Sean pulled
himself away, and I was disappointed, to say the least.
"Don't worry, Tom, this test isn't over yet.not by a LONG
shot.  I just want to get outta this jock.it's pinching me.
Why don't you take off your clothes too, Buddy?  Let's get
naked and do this right."

In a flash of fabric, we stood facing each other, completely
undressed, and it was the first time I saw his dick,
dripping pre-cum -- mine was leaking up a storm too.  Sean's
cock is beautiful, not as big as mine, but reaching past his
navel and looking enormous on his shorter frame.  I love his
red pubes and the few hairs on his low-hanging balls.  My
own dick was rock hard and pointing straight at him.

"Hmmm," he smiled at me, "I think I need to do a
`perfection' test on THAT," He reached out and gave me a few
strokes, almost making me blast off   He pulled away
teasingly as I reached for his ".but LATER.  Right now,
you're checking out my ass, and we have three more steps to
take.  Help me move this chair."

Together we moved an armchair so it was facing the mirror.
More instructions came from my "teacher."  He had me sitting
on the floor with my head resting in the seat cushion.
"Okay, now I'm gonna get up here on the legs of the chair
and let you get a really close look.  As he moved, I brought
my right hand to my nose and breathed in his scent.  It was
intoxicating.  Another drop of pre-cum seeped out of my
dickhead and rolled down toward my balls.

Seeing what I had done in the mirror, he chuckled, "Oh,
yeah, Tom, you're ready for the next phase; FOR SURE.IT'S
the SMELL TEST!"  With that, he squatted down until his ass
was directly above my face.  "Breath in deep, and tell me
how it smells, Tom."

I sucked in air loudly through my nose.  Looking upward, the
view of his back and widespread ass was SPECTACULAR.  I saw
a drop of sweat drip down his prominent spine and get lost
in the few hairs of his hole.  "Oh, Sean.It smells great.  I
smell sweat, cologne and musk."  I licked my lips just as he
dropped downward again, and my tongue lightly brushed
against his puckered aperture.  We both moaned in unison.
The taste was amazing, and I wanted more.

Not knowing or caring where my aggression came from, I
reached up and grabbed his hips, pulling his hole to my
lips, giving it a quick kiss, before lapping outward with my
licker, really tasting ass for the first time.  And it was
instant love.

Sean growled at me, "YEAH, I KNEW IT.you've moved on to the
next phase with no instruction.AHH, lick it, TOM, CHEW ME A
NEW ONE.  THAT FEELS SO FUCKIN' GOOD!!  I knew you'd be an
ass lover, just like me, the first time you looked at me in
the front yard.  You were practically drooling then.  EAT
IT, BOY, LICK MY MOTHERFUCKING HOLE!  DIG DEEEEEP!"

I could hear myself slurping and licking, Sean's nasty
tirade continued as I turned into a true ass maniac.  I
extended my tongue as far out of my mouth as it would go,
and Sean's sweet, sweet hole was sucking it deep inside him.
His inner walls were silky smooth and DELICIOUS.  I was
close to cumming without even touching myself.

He yelled as he jumped off the chair, "OH, NO!! Not yet,
Tommy.  I've got plans for that load you're saving for me. I
love watching you slicing my hole open with your hot tongue,
but let's cool off for a few.  Let me give you a test or
two, now.  Bend over the couch like I just was."

I straddled the arm as he had, but before I could settle
down, Sean grabbed my dick and pulled it back so it was
pointing straight at him.  He spoke again, "Oh, man, what a
beautiful asshole.  I've seen you playin' with it in your
spot in the woods while you jerked off, but now I plan to
get to know it much bet.UUUUUMM."  His last words were
spoken directly into my pulsing hole, his hot breath almost
burning my skin.  Looking into his eyes through the mirror,
I could tell he liked what he was doing.  Hell, he LOVED it
and SO DID I. His eyes almost rolled back in his head; he
was in the throes of such pleasure.

"FUCK!  MAN, SEAN!  LICK IT!  THAT FEELS GRRRREAT!!  KISS MY
HOLE!! MAKE FUCKING LOVE TO IT!! TOUNGE FUCK MY SWEATY ASS!
CLEAN IT UP, SEAN!!  UUUUUHGHHH, I'M GONNA..."

I was nearing explosion once again, and this time, Sean
decided to let me go all the way.  He slurped my hairless
balls into his hungry mouth, humming deep in his throat,
which sent a vibration straight up my spine, before
releasing them with a "POP."  Quickly, just as I began to
shoot the biggest load of my young life, he gobbled my fat
prick deep into his hungry mouth.  I could hear him gurgling
with delight as my eight shots flew into his spit-filled
mouth.

And he wasn't done - not by a long shot.  Releasing my still
dripping prick from his mouth, he lunged forward and started
rimming me AGAIN, but this time he kept spitting my own cum
into my gaping hole, only to suck it right back out again.
Pulling back a little he snarled, "Damn, Tom, I can't decide
which tastes better, your cum or your sweet hole.  I guess
I'll need to work on it a while more to find out!"

"WAIT!"  I straightened up, surprising myself even.  "I
thought I was TESTING your ass for perfection, SEAN, I."

He laughed again, and gave my hole one more loving, slurpy,
suck-kiss.  "You're right, Tom.  Sorry, I got a little
carried away.  It's been too long since I've had a chance
like this.  I guess I'm making up for lost time."  After one
more drilling lick, he stood, turned and plopped back on the
sofa, pulling his legs back, looking kinda like a crab, his
hole was wide open to me.  "Go ahead, Bud, taste away.  And
remember we've got ONE MORE test after this one."

Kneeling between his widespread legs, for the next ten or
fifteen minutes, I tongue fucked my newfound best friend.
He tasted so good, I didn't want to stop.  I was turning my
head from side to side, trying to get as deep into his sweet
hole as my mouth, lips and tongue would let me.  Looking
into Sean's incredible green eyes, I saw lust the likes of
which I knew he was seeing from me.  Pulling back for a
moment, I could see in the mirror that my face was smeared
with sweat, spit and ass juices.  It only made me want MORE.

I reached down with both hands and put a thumb on either
side of his now-more-open saliva-drenched hole, spreading it
as wide as I could, and dove tongue first back in again.
Sean had been humming in pleasure, and when I got myself
inside him further still, he yelped, "OH! YES! TOM!!
CUMMING!!"

I moved to try to catch it, but he clamped his left hand on
my head to keep my face buried in his crack, and used his
right to catch his flying creamy spooge.  I instinctively
knew what he was going to do next, and backed away slightly.
With a leer on his face, I watched him cup his hand and
slowly drip his huge load into his wide open asshole.
Grabbing his hand, I licked his palm clean, LOVING the salty-
tart flavor of his sperm.

I was about to suck on his hole some more to get his shared
ass/cum flavor, when he pushed me back again.  "OH, NO!  I
want you suck that load out of me more than anything, TOM,
but we HAVE ONE MORE TEST.  REMEMBER?"

I only looked at his sweaty face and smiled, nodding.  "And
what would that be, Sean?  You name it, I'll TEST it."

"Okay, here we go.now it's time for." he paused, chuckling
again, breathing sexily, "the DEPTH TEST.  Got something
that can dig in there really deep, Tom?"  My dick nearly
shot off at the thought.

As I spoke, I knee-walked forward until my dickhead was
touching his drippy hole, "You mean like NINE INCHES deep?"
With one thrust of my hips, my dick was buried balls deep in
his steaming hot colon.  It was sooo tight and smooth, I
almost came immediately.

"Oh, baby, I've been wanting that big ole dick of yours up
my manhole since I saw the bulge in your khakis at the
church.  It feels EVEN BETTER than I thought it would!  NOW,
FUCK ME, TOM!! FUCK THE SHIT OUTTA ME!!"

I was a total virgin as far as fucking goes, but I guess
Sean liked what I did.  I started slowly, trying not to cum
too fast, pulling out till only the very tip of my prick
head was kissing his sucking ass lips, and drove forward as
hard as I could, drawing a grunt of pleasure from my
partner.  I rotated my hips as I pulled out, trying to coat
my dick with his load that he'd deposited there earlier.  It
was INCREDIBLE.

I almost came three or four times, but Sean stopped me.
"Oh, noooo, not yet, BABY.  Slow down - take your time.
Lean forward and kiss me.  Let me taste my ass on your
lips."  I'd kissed girls before, but none, before or since,
came close to that one.  I swear his tongue was all the way
down my throat and it TASTED GOOD!  We continued sucking at
each other's lickers as I got down to my final brutal
thrusts, moaning into each other's mouths.

I pulled away and looked into his glassy eyes, "I wanna CUM
in you, but I wanna drink your load too.  Can you wait till
I'm done?"

He just nodded, gritting his teeth, as I pummeled him even
harder, grateful that I had already cum once.  As I reached
my peak, I leaned forward and kissed him with MY tongue
taking the lead, growling with pleasure.  I swear I didn't
think I'd EVER stop shooting.  But I had made a promise, and
I happily planned on living up to it.

Yanking my still shooting cock from his spasming orifice, I
leaned forward and tasted dick for the very first time.  I
was only able to concentrate on the head and that sensitive
spot just below it, for a second or two before Sean yelped,
and began flooding my hungry mouth and throat with his tasty
spew.

He stroked my hair as I tried to get more and more of his
mighty weapon into my sucking mouth.  "Oh, Tom, Tom, what
great buds we're gonna be. Now, lay back on the carpet -
I've got one more taste test for ya!!"

Following his instructions, I stretched out next to the
sofa.  He grabbed a pillow and placed it under my head.
Putting a foot on either side of my head, facing my feet, he
once again knelt/squatted down, bringing his gaping, now-red
hole directly down to meet my outstretched tongue.  Not
waiting, I lifted up to meet him, actually wanting to put my
entire head in his hole.

"Yeah, Tom, cleanup is almost as fun as MAKIN' THE MESS!
Lick my horny hole out GOOD!"  With that he lunged forward
and swallowed my still-hard cum-and-ass-flavored-cock to the
root.  I was moaning, licking and sucking all at the same
time.  The stuff that was coming from his sweet hole was
like ambrosia, hot, salty and nasty.  Within minutes, I was
spraying Sean's tonsils with my third load of the afternoon.

When I pulled back on his hip, trying to get another load
out of him, he stopped me.  "It's okay, Buddy.  I've had a
great time, and I need to save a little for Susan, ya know."

He turned around and kissed me again.  I loved the feeling
of his sweaty skin against mine.  Between tender smooches,
he explained it to me.  "My cousin, Shamus - I mentioned him
before, he taught me that all men have responsive
assholes.most are just too uptight to accept it.  I love Sue
with all my heart and we have a fantastic sex life, but I
still need.THIS.  If you wanna have fun with me, I'll always
be ready.  I'll even show you how to spot other guys who
want the same thing."

"Really, Sean?  Maybe, we can SHARE!"  We laughed and kissed
a bit, before he made me get up and dress.  He didn't want
my parents to worry about me.

One Sunday, I spotted him and his lovely wife at church and
he gave me a nod meaning to follow him.  He whispered into
his Susan's ear, and left heading toward a restroom away
from the sanctuary.  Once inside, he grabbed me in a huge
kiss, and said, "Hey, Tom.I just spotted the man you're
gonna turn into an ass hound just like us.  He's been
scoping out your tail in those tight pants you're wearing
like crazy.  Not too obvious, but when you know how to spot
`em."

(To Be Continued)


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