Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2006 16:49:16 -0800 (PST)
From: bernie <berniebop69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Newsboy Collection

It was that time of the month again. I always hated to
have to collect the monthly dues for the local paper
on my route. It seemed like every other house a car
would be in the yard, but no one wanted to answer
their doorbells. Usually I dropped a note the week
before with a small envelope, but no one used the
envelopes. I had to wait around for the ones who did
answer the door to go back in the house, find a
checkbook, write out a check, the whole time they
would complain about the price of the paper, the price
of gas, the price of just about anything you can buy.
That's why I hated collecting the monthly dues.

I left my house at about 8 a.m. Saturday morning. I
had 25 houses to visit before getting ready for soccer
practice at noon. I had plenty of time since half the
people wouldn't answer the door anyway.

Sure enough, the first two houses, no one answered.
The third the guy actually had the check in hand at
the door. WOW. A first. The fourth and fifth took
another 30 minutes while I waited for the process of
search, complain, goodbye. The sixth house was a new
customer. I knocked and I heard someone inside. I
waited and the knocked again. A guy about my age
answered the door wearing a bathrobe, damn it was like
9 a.m. and he was still wearing his bedclothes. I was
jealous. He quickly spun around and said to wait a
minute; he would be right back with the check.

I waited leaning into the doorframe.  I wasn't
thinking of anything in particular when the new guy
showed up again and handed me a check. I said thank
you without really looking at him. Then he said, "Hi,
I'm James." I finally looked up and James had his hand
out to shake. That's when I noticed his robe was open
a bit and I could see that he wasn't wearing shirt
under the robe. I reached out and took his hand, "Hi,
I'm Tom." As I shook James' hand, I noticed his robe
open a bit more and could clearly see that he wasn't
wearing and shorts or pants or even underwear.  I
could see his cock! It was hanging down rather
largely. About 4 or 5 inches of cock! I caught myself
staring while I continued to hold James' hand. He
shook abruptly and shook me out of my daze. I felt
foolish. We both let go and he closed his robe
quickly. I felt ashamed for looking, but I liked what
I saw.

"I'm sorry," James said, "I just got up actually."

"I didn't mean to stare; I was just a bit shocked."

"Dude, I am sorry."

"I better get going; I have a bunch more houses to
visit."

"Catch you later?" James called out questioningly.

"Yeah," I said as I spun around to leave and head to
the next house.

I felt so stupid for staring.  He is gonna think I am
some kind of pervert. But didn't he apologize? I
didn't. He felt worse than me I think. Strange. I
shook off the incident and headed to the next house.
The rest of the morning went better than I thought. I
got 18 of 25 houses in all before 11. There weren't
any long waits after the first two houses who paid.

On my way back as I passed by James' house again, I
look up at the house and saw James waving to me. I
waved back. Then he motioned for me to come to the
house. I trotted over.  I still had a little ore time
before my ride came for soccer.

James met me at the door before I got there. He
quickly said, "I wanted to apologize again."

"No need, forget it. Actually I am sorry for staring.
You got one nice cock!" NO WAY, did I just say
that?!?! I can't believe I just said that. Like that
is so not what I would say to another guy. But I could
still see his bare cock drooping down longer and
fuller than my cock when it is hard. I couldn't
believe I was able to picture his cock so clearly in
my mind.

All James said in response was, "you think so?"

I think I broke out into a sweat and nearly fainted. I
felt like throwing up and falling over all of a
sudden. All I could think of was, "I am, uh, I mean,
well, like you are kinda big, I mean your..." I couldn't
get anything right. Shit.

James looked at me and said, "Dude, it's OK, I shoulda
got dressed. Do you think I am big?"

I simply said, "well yeah, bigger than me, by a lot."

"Cool," is all he said. "Do you need a drink or
something you look like you're gonna get sick or
something?"

"I'm OK, I usually don't go around telling guys their
dicks are big is all."

"You probably don't collect the paper bill from naked
guys either."

"Not usually."

James was wearing blue jeans now and a yellow t-shirt.
He still had bare feet. I was feeling better and stood
their stupidly. I looked at him as if for the first
time, except for staring down his cock earlier. James
had blond messy hair. He had very blue eyes and a very
small nose. His chin and jaw was narrow and real
squared off. He looked like a surfer or something. But
there aren't any waves even close to here. We are in
Syracuse, NY. Maybe he is a snowboarder.

James invites me into the kitchen for a drink. "How
about a soda?"

"Sure. A coke if you have one."

"Yeah." He spins around almost in a dance of a motion
and swings back in a second with two cokes in hand. He
sits down on a high stool near the counter. He swings
another out from underneath.

Taking that as an offer, I sit down next to him. Kinda
too next to him for the awkwardness I was still
feeling. I studied his face as I sat next to him, not
trying to be obvious.

"So when does school start back up?" James asked
suddenly.

"Ah, the third of September. Next Tuesday."

"That's cool, maybe I'll meet some people finally."

That's when I realized that I knew nothing about
James. He was the new guy in the neighborhood.  I had
been so busy with soccer, piano practice, movies, and
hanging with my friends in Utica when I had the
chance, I never did come by to greet the new guy. I
felt sorry for not having come by.  At least I am here
now talking.

James continued, "Wanna see my room?"

"Sure." I followed him to his room down the hall and
up the stairs. I followed him watching his ass shift
from side to side as he stepped on each stair climbing
to his room. What the hell is wrong with me? I've
never had this gay thing happening before, have I? I
even felt my cock need to be shifted suddenly in my
jeans. Was I getting a boner? No way!

James swung into the first room on the right at the
top of the stairs. I followed him in as he flopped
into his bed with a splash. He bounced off and sat up
on the bed. He reminded me of my little brother-
except for his huge cock.

"Nice room," I said as I walked in seeing a display of
old muscle car models and pics of muscle bound men in
wrestling poses, weight lifting poses, and running
suits. All of the pictures had guys straining to tense
every muscle in their bodies. It was causing my cock
to stir more. OMG what is wrong with me? I felt like I
couldn't control my mouth or my thoughts- or my cock.
I quickly moved my hand to push my cock to the side to
keep it from being bent in two. I was nearly half
hard. When did that happen?

"I've been building a model a month for years now,"
James said.

"You have a bunch of them." This distraction would
surely get my mind off the bare flesh in the room.
"I don't do much but build models and work out."

I thought about that for a minute. I turned around and
finally noticed the rest of James. He was rather buff.
His biceps filled the sleeves of his t-shirt. His pecs
pushed his t out from his chest. He is rather buff.
How did I miss that earlier. Maybe because I was so
focused on his cock?! His hand moved down to shift his
cock in his pants, seemingly a common occurrence
suddenly. He was looking right at me. I looked down
and I saw and felt at the same time- my cock was hard
and pressing out the side of my jeans. I felt dizzy
all of a sudden-AGAIN.

I looked up to see James over me. He was saying, "Tom,
are you OK?"

"What the hell happened?"

"Dude, you just fell or fainted or something."

I was soaked. My shirt was soaked. I felt like I
pissed my pants. I felt cold.

I slid to a sitting position. I was sweating like
crazy. I warmed up quickly.  James was sitting right
beside me. He had his hand on my shoulder and another
on my leg. I felt better after a few minutes. I
remembered looking down at my pants and seeing my cock
fully hard and tenting my jeans. I must be going
crazy. Then I remembered James was staring right at
me. And now his hand is nearly touching my cock now. I
felt my cock growing to reach toward James hand. If he
didn't move his hand, it would be touching him in a
second. I looked at James and then down toward his
hand. Seeing past his hand I could see his large bulge
pushing to rip through his jeans. This only made my
cock grow faster. I put my hand down to try to get up,
but it only ran into James leg. His leg radiated heat.
I left it there. I felt the warm run into my body. I
felt the warm of him through his hand and onto my leg
and rush toward my cock and balls. I looked up again
and James face was inches from mine. He had a peaceful
look, staring back at me. His blue eyes were like a
clear summer day, sky filled with hope and
possibility. His hand slid down my leg a bit just
before my cock reached it. Then his hand slid back,
bumping into my cock head beneath my jeans. His
shifted his body closer to me and his face came in
from of me, his nose just an inch from mine. His eyes
were now closed. He was gonna kiss me. My heart raced!
His hand pressed suddenly on my cock as his lips
touched mine. I opened my mouth slightly as his tongue
pushed into my mouth. His tongue licking mine, my
teeth, my tongue. I found my hand was grasping his
huge cock through his jeans. I slid my hand back and
forth across his cock. He moaned. I moaned. I felt
like my cock was being strangled in my jeans.  I felt
his cock push through his jeans into my hand. I felt a
pop of cloth and realized James just flipped the top
button of my 501s. Pop, pop. And my cock was now just
a layer of cotton from James hand. My hand felt the
heat rising from James cock. I was drunk with fear,
interest, and sex. I felt the band of my jockeys flip
down and James found his target. My cock head released
its heat into the room as it shown bare. James pushed
my jeans and jockeys down further as we squirmed about
the floor. I was now laying flat again with James now
laying half on and beside me at the same time. His
cock escaped out the top of his jeans, still buttoned
tight. His head was obviously cut and stretched upward
to his belly button. My pants now to my knees and my
cock and balls clearly free from any cloth, James
stroked on my cock as precum dripped from my head. I
used my free hand to unbutton James jeans and his
zipper shot to the bottom of his pants. He wasn't
wearing any underwear. His jeans easily slid down as I
pushed them. His much hairier balls were huge as well.
He must have been 8 or 9 inches. A big blue vein wound
its way around and along his cock. I rubbed and
grasped and pumped at his cock. He slide further down
and I couldn't hold on to him anymore. His tongue
followed my body, paused on my nipple and then down to
my belly button, followed the hairs to my cock and in
an instant he swallowed my cock. I looked down, not
believing my eyes. James had my entire cock in his
mouth and was furiously sucking on me, he head lifting
and dropping back down burying his nose into my hair.
It felt very unreal. Like I was having a sick
nightmare, or was it a wet dream? I could feel my
balls filling with an explosion in the making. My cock
felt like it was on fire. James rubbed at my ass,
legs, chest as he continued to pound his face into my
cock. I was sweating again, dripping with sweat from
my hair and chest. His hands worked my nipples. His
fingers pinched, then rubbed. I couldn't believe it.
My balls erupted through my cock and into James. I
remember grunting loudly, almost a scream. And James
just kept pumping his face into my lap. I came and
came. James kept on. I could feel his teeth scrape my
cock, but it didn't hurt. It felt like lighting
through my balls and through my head. I felt my cock
going soft as James kept on. Finally, James came up
from my lap with the most sinister smile on his face.
He had swallowed everything I deposited. His cock rose
up as well, dripping cum. I realized he had cum all
over my legs. I could feel it dripping down my calves.
As he came up to meet my face again, his still hard
cock pressed into my balls. His cock continued to drip
cum. He kissed me again. I could taste my own cum in
his mouth as his tongue met mine. His cock pumped into
my balls then slid between my legs. He continued to
pump away as well kissed. My cock quickly recharged
and began to pop back into action. His cock pumped
into my legs like the crevasse made a big pussy for
him. As he pressed into me, the pressure sandwiched on
my cock and made it feel like my own cock was being
pressed. James tightened suddenly and his cock
exploded cum on my ass, legs and balls. I came once
again as I felt his warm-wet explosion. Now cum was
everywhere, on legs, pressed and sticking between us,
in our mouths, everywhere. James collapsed on me. I
felt exhausted and emptied, but very, very good.

"What a year this is gonna be!" James whispered into
my ear.