My Paperboy 03 Copyright 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
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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.
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Chapter 3
I woke up several times that night -- I didn't move so as not to disturb Jim. The inability to move my arms caused some muscle cramps after a while; however, just the scent of the sexy naked man beside me more than made up for any discomfort. I'm sure that if I had asked him, Jim would have released my bondage but I agreed to it and I was going to see it through, no matter what.
Jim was lying with one arm and his leg thrown over me, his flaccid cock was resting on my leg and his upper arm pillowed my head. The combination of the silky black sheets and the slight motion of the waterbed provided a kind of sexy cocoon that wrapped me up and protected me from the outside world. If someone had asked me right then where I wanted to spend the rest of my life I'm sure I would have said: "Right here!"
I saw just a glimmer of daylight peeking around the heavy curtains on the window and knew that morning was upon us; however, I couldn't see any clock so I didn't know what time it was, only that it was Saturday, and Jim had said he had the day off. Who would have guessed when I took off to collect the newspaper bill I would end up like this?
A need to pee was building, but I resisted and dozed off again, this had to be the single best night of my life so far.
I awoke for the second time in 24 hours with the realization that it wasn't a dream and Bobby, my paperboy for all these years, was actually naked, in bondage and in my bed. I had fantasized about him so many times and always figured that I didn't have a chance. Just goes to show that all things in this world are possible.
I didn't want to wake him but we were twisted together a bit and I really needed to use the toilet -- I had needed to go the last time I woke up but just resisted and went back to sleep. I guess I was afraid that if I woke him all of this would come to an end.
As I lie there absorbing his beauty in the dimly lit room, I felt Bobby move a bit and then tug at the cuffs that were still holding his hands behind his back.
"Ah," I said, "Sleeping Beauty awakens."
Bobby rolled around a bit and rubbed his knee against my semi-erect cock. "If you keep that up we may have a flood and it won't be from a leak in the mattress."
"Sorry, but I think I'm having the same problem," he said trying to pull himself away from me and sit up.
"Now that you're awake we can both take care of the problem," I said as I sat up next to him.
"What about these?" he said waving his bound wrists around a bit.
"What about them, do you need your hands just to go to the toilet?"
"I think I need them just to get out of this bed."
I stood and then helped him to stand next to me. He followed me into the bathroom and just stood there as I poured a huge stream of yellow piss into the toilet with a loud clatter of water against water.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked, smiling.
"I have a hard-on and without use of my hands I can't aim it down that far."
"Well then, I guess you'll just have to sit down like a little girl, won't you?"
I turned him around and placed him on the toilet. He immediately released his bladder and once again the sound of rushing water filled the room.
"As long as you're down there," I said as I pushed my still stiff member toward his face, "maybe you can take care of this other problem I have this morning. I have this marvelous erection from sleeping next to a sexy Vietnamese guy and it won't go away without some assistance."
Bobby smiled a little, a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms, and then opened his mouth and took the head of my cock into his mouth, laving it with his tongue and clamping his lips around the glans as if to make sure that it never got away from him.
My cockhead fit snuggly into Bobby's mouth and he seemed to know exactly what needed to be done with it. Slowly he leaned forward, taking more and more of the shaft until I felt the tip pressing against the opening of his throat. His gag reflex too over and he had to pull back a bit, still washing every part of the cock that he could reach with his tongue.
"Deep-throating is something it takes time to learn," I told him as he looked up at me with disappointment in his eyes. "You are still very much a beginner, just take it easy, one step at a time, and you will eventually get everything working just as you want."
He dove back onto my cock, again taking it as deep as he could and pulling back only when that gag reflex took over again. Now he began moving up and down the shaft, sucking and nipping at it as I began to match his rhythm and face-fuck him just as he was pulling the meaty invader into his mouth. I had come a couple of times the previous evening, but that didn't seem to present a problem as I began to feel my gonads start to boil and knew that it wouldn't be long before I was pumping another load of hot cream and this one was going to go down his sucking throat if he wanted it to.
"I'm about to cum," I said. "If you don't want it in your mouth you had better pull off right now."
His only response was to dive down even harder, this time pushing the head of my cock past the entrance to his throat before the gag reflex could kick in, and this time he buried his nose in my pubic bush. That was all it took, I blasted my load directly into his throat and he swallowed just as quickly as I shot. The massage his throat muscles gave my dickhead coaxed shot after shot of my cream out of me and into him, it was lovely only I could see that he was starting to turn blue from lack of oxygen. I pulled back until only the head of my cock was still in his mouth and felt him take a couple of deep breaths through his nose while my last little trickle of man-spunk filled his mouth, allowing him to taste what I had been shooting directly into his stomach.
The sound of his piss hitting the water pulled that trigger that makes it extremely difficult to hold my own pee, only without the use of my hands I couldn't point my own erection down far enough to hit the toilet bowl and I didn't want to pee all over the room.
I was a bit embarrassed when he made me sit down like a little girl, but I needed to piss so bad that it really didn't make a lot of difference -- relief was the only thing that was important right then.
As I finished the important chore I realized that I was looking his still erect cock right in the eye -- at the same moment Jim decided that now was a good time for me to work on my blow-job technique and he pushed that lovely tool at me.
I opened my mouth and accepted his meaty offering, making love to it with my tongue and lips. I could only accept a short section of the shaft before the cockhead reached the entrance to my throat and I started to gag. I pulled back a bit, still working on his tool as he told me that I shouldn't worry too much about not being able to deep-throat him right away. I tried again and again the gag reflex took over, I was extremely disappointed, but I made up for it by building a steady rhythm on his cock, licking, washing and sucking on the tool as I worked to bring him to a climax -- I wanted him to cum inside me.
"When he told me that I needed to pull off as he was going to shoot I knew that now was the time and I dove forward as hard as I could and this time I got him past the opening and right down my throat. I could feel him filling me and for a moment I started to panic when I realized that his cock was like a cork that also prevented me from breathing. Still, I buried my nose in his pubic bush and enjoyed the feeling as he began to shoot spurt after spurt of his sperm directly into my stomach. I was beginning to feel lightheaded due to lack of oxygen when Jim pulled back to allow me to breathe and I sucked in several quick breaths of air as he landed the last spurt of his cum on my tongue, allowing me to taste what had previously been shot directly into my stomach without ever crossing my taste buds.
I continued to wash at the tip of his cock until he pulled back out of my reach with a laugh, telling me that the tip was too sensitive to allow me to continue right then.
Next came another shower, and before we showered, he removed the leather cuffs from my wrists. My arms felt a bit weak at first, but a few flexes and they were working okay again. This time we actually just showered, of course, we did wash each other, and that did mean paying careful attention to the crotch area, wouldn't want them to be left dirty.
After we showered, I followed Jim into the kitchen where he prepared breakfast. It looked a bit strange to see a naked man standing before a stove frying eggs, but I don't ever remember being in the kitchen naked myself before, either.
As we sat next to each other on the bench in the breakfast nook off the kitchen, I ran my hand up and down his thigh, occasionally rubbing his cock and balls, but not actually jacking him off or even causing him to reach full erection. Surprise, was left- handed was able to return the favor and I have to admit that there is something kind of special about eating breakfast in the nude with someone else's hand in your crotch.
"I looked outside and the newspaper is there so I guess your replacement is on the job."
"My replacement is also my younger brother, you can expect your paper to be delivered by the Ng family for some time to come, there are still three more boys after him."
My first thought was to ask if they were as cute as he was -- only they obviously were still too young I could wait.
"So, what are your plans for the rest of the weekend?" I asked.
"Actually, I don't have any. I am going to start school again in two weeks and just wanted to be able to sleep in for a few days for the first time in six years."
"Where are you going to school?" Now that I'd finally been able to live my fantasy, was I going to lose him already?
"I'm going to attend the community college right here in town for at least a year before I transfer to the UC Berkeley. I need to decide just what I want to do -- my mother wants me to study either law or medicine while I really want to go into business and try for an MBA."
Not exactly the kind of talk one would expect between two naked guys at breakfast, but I was still learning about him and what he wanted to do. I only hoped that one thing he wanted to do was to spend more time with me exchanging roles in my playroom.
"Let me be a bit more specific, what do you want to do today?"
"Spend as much time as I can with you, and hopefully you will let me spend lots of it tied up and naked. I wouldn't mind staying here all the time, either."
Surprise, it sounded like we both wanted the same thing. "That might be possible," was all I said.
I felt my cock spring to full attention, who was I kidding 'might?' I'd be willing to move heaven and earth to make it happen.
"Only, I do have to tell my folks something, after all, when I left yesterday I was just going out to collect the last couple of newspaper bills. I've been delivering your paper for years, but I've only just really come to know you and I need to explain why I'm staying here all the time."
Now this could be a problem, but I was always a problem solver so now was the time to get to work. I thought that the truth really wasn't all the good an idea so I didn't even suggest it. But what was a good story?
Had I actually said that? I know I had thought it, but I was never one to say things like that, it was totally out of character. Still, he had asked what I wanted to do and I couldn't think of anything I would like better than to stay with him, naked and in bondage. All of this was new and exciting. I thought back to when I had played cops and robbers with friends when I was much younger -- sometimes we would have a piece of rope and one of us would 'capture' the other and tie his hands behind him. I had always tried to be the one 'captured' and now I think I understand why.
There was still a problem of what to tell my parents -- I know I was 18 and legally an adult, but I did live with them and they were going to help me pay for my education so I needed to report to them about where I was much of the time.
"Uh, Jim, you know, I don't even know what you do for a living. Perhaps there is something that I could do that way."
"Actually, I work in advertising. I design catalogues and write ad copy. Sometimes I go into someone's office, but most of the time I work right here in the house. My playroom is also my office."
Well, that wasn't much help, still I didn't want to get dressed and go home at all. Since I shared a bedroom with two of my brothers, the only time I was naked was when I was alone in the shower.
"I think I might have an idea," I said, "that is if having me around isn't going to be a problem."
Jim looked at me questioningly.
"Our house is rather small, only three bedrooms -- the three oldest boys have one, the two youngest ones have the smallest room, and my folks have the big room. It is a bit crowded and I really was hoping to go away to college, if only so that I would have a bit more room, even a dorm is generally not more than two guys to a room."
Jim nodded in agreement. "Living that close together can be a bit rough after a few years, still--?"
"What if I were to tell them that you offered to rent me a room in exchange for my working as a sort of houseboy for you? Since you live alone I'm sure that you could use someone to help keep the place clean and I'm really rather good at that sort of thing -- there are no girls in the family so as the oldest I have had to help with housework for years."
Jim seemed to be lost in thought, he a pushed too hard or was he just enjoying the idea -- I know that I was turned on just by the thought of being with him so much of the time.
"The only problems I can see with your idea are: one, I don't actually have an extra room that you could call yours if they came over to see where you were staying and two, I'm not all that sure I would be able to get any work done if you were around here in the nude all the time."
I laughed. "I don't see them coming for a visit -- it just isn't their way -- and I could always wear clothes when you have to get work done."
Were we going too fast, while I'd known him for years as my paperboy, I really didn't know Bobby at all and here he was already trying to move in and I didn't see how I could bring myself to say no, even if I wanted to.
Not just a houseboy, but also a naked houseboy/slaveboy! That was something I hadn't even thought about. I wondered a bit if this was just a flight of fancy on his part, the kind of things that one thinks about while still on a sexual high. I didn't want him to do something he would regret later on, I really did care about him and didn't want him to be hurt by me or anyone else either.
If his parents figured out just what was actually his position here they might react in a way that would cut him off from his family completely and I would feel guilty about it -- even if it is his choice.
As all these thoughts were running through my head I was also trying to work out just how to do it -- somehow I just knew that he wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer, and I didn't want it to be the answer either.
"I guess I could always just tie you up in another room if I find your being around in the nude too much of a distraction," I said with a grin. "But we really don't want to depend on them, or your brothers, not coming over for a visit one of these days and wanting to see where you are living."
"Don't you have a part of the basement or something that I could fix up to look like a bedroom? I wouldn't have to actually sleep there, just for show."
He really wanted this to happen, could I really be this lucky? He was the boy I had been looking for for quite some time, of that I was sure, but was I really the man he wanted?
Inspiration struck. "There is a semi-finished attic room above the garage -- when I bought this house I had thoughts of turning it into a playroom only after starting to finish it off I realized that it wasn't high enough except in the very middle to be used in that manner. There is a stairway on the back of the house that leads up there."
"But can I get in there from the garage if I'm naked?"
"There is a ladder that pulls down like a regular attic, only I've never used it."
"Can we go and look?" he asked excitedly.
"Sure." I got up and opened the door to the garage. I had never kept my car inside as the garage was too full of 'stuff' for there to be enough room. We even had to move a couple of things aside to allow the ladder to come all the way down.
"After you," he said, standing to one side of the ladder, "it looks kind of dark up there. Are there any windows or lights?"
"The windows are shuttered but the is a light that just has to be turned on." I snapped a switch on the wall and suddenly light flooded down the ladder into the garage. I climbed up the ladder with him right behind me.
I had finished the floor and started to panel the walls before I decided that I would just use the front bedroom for both an office and playroom. I hadn't been up here in some time so there was a heavy layer of dust on the floor and the piles of building supplies that were the only other things in the room. At one end of the room was a toilet, wash basin and shower in a single fiberglass unit -- the plumbing was installed but had never been connected.
"It's fantastic!" Bobby said. "I could actually live up here for real -- this is larger than the room I share with my brothers now. All it needs is a bit of furniture. If we put in a desk or table I could actually do my homework up here."
I felt like he was already moved in and I hadn't even said 'yes' yet -- as if there was even a remote chance that I would say no.
"Will you let me move in here, please, I'll be the best houseboy you've ever had. I promise that I'll stay out of the way when you're working."
"Let's go back downstairs," I wanted to make sure that we weren't going at this thing a bit too fast. He was lovely to look at, sexy as all hell and really anxious to try living a nude bondage lifestyle; or at least he thought he was. I knew I wanted him to be here with me, but...
That garage attic was fantastic -- even a private shower, not that I really wanted to live up there all the time. I had hopes that Jim would keep me chained up in the playroom much of the time and would allow me to sleep with him every night.
We sat back down in the breakfast nook, only this time Jim sat across from me.
"Are you sure that you really want to do something like this -- you've only spent one night with me and already you are trying to devote your entire life to me? I want you to give this a lot of thought before you make any decisions -- after you move out you may not be able to move back in with your parents if you don't like it here. Also, it is very important to remember that life isn't just sex and bondage, there is still the real world out there that you will have to deal with and if you are my houseboy/slave it means that your social life will be extremely limited."
"What do you mean, Jim?" I asked.
"Well, if you are my houseboy/slave you will have to return home directly after school everyday unless you have permission in advance -- that means that you can't do anything on the spur of the moment. Since you are a slave in the house, you can't invite classmates over, even to study without permission in advance either. As far as your family is concerned, the garage attic room is where you live; however, we both know that it is just for show and that you will not have any privacy."
"That's okay, I love being naked with you and if you want to tie me up all the time I'm sure I'll love that too. I really want to try being tied up for longer and longer periods of time -- I've never felt so sexually alive as I did when you tied me out spread- eagled."
"I do have some other friends who are into the bondage scene much the same as I am -- when they come to play they will expect you to be part of the action and you won't be given any option most of the time. Some of my friends are other bottoms, but a couple of them are strictly tops and they always come over to use me and they'll want to use you as well."
I felt a shiver of excitement run down my spine. "If they are your friends that's okay with me." If Jim was willing to let him tie him up I was willing to trust them, too.
"One other very important thing, you only can have sex with me or someone I tell you to have sex with -- and only when I say it's okay. This includes jacking off -- you aren't to do it without my permission. That includes even touching yourself except when showering alone or peeing."
Keeping my hands of my cock was going to be difficult, but if it was part of what I had to do to move in here, I was willing to go for it. "I agree," I said.
I wondered if I was going too far with the bit about needing permission to cum, but he agreed with only a moment's thought. I thought about bringing out a slave contract, but decided that could wait until he wanted it.
"Well, I guess the next step is for you to go home and talk to your folks about all of the things you want to change."
"Are you going to come with me?" he asked.
"I don't think that is a good idea -- this is something you need to work out with them yourself. After you have finished you can call me and I'll come over to help you move some of the stuff that you'll need, but first you need to clear everything with them."
Bobby sat there for a minute thinking about everything. "Okay, I'll go now, it's Saturday and both mom and dad should be home." He got up and set out in search of his clothes.
By the time he was dressed I had pulled on a pair of jogging shorts and walked him to the front door.
"If you change your mind about moving in you only need to give me a call -- you'll still be welcome to come and visit."
"I know I'm not going to change my mind," he said with conviction.
"Yes, but I suspect that your folks are going to try to get you to stay with them."
"I don't care, I want to be here -- I can't do the things we did together at home and I want to do more!"
"Okay," I said and kissed him on the lips before I opened the door.
His bicycle was still where he had left it against the front of the house; he climbed aboard and started off down the driveway and up the street. He looked back at me and waved a couple of times and then he was around the corner and out of sight.
As I returned inside I wondered if he would be back, to visit, to stay, or at all. I remembered the old saying: "If you love someone, let them go -- if they love you they'll return."
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This is as far as I remember going with this story. What might happen next is anyone's guess, I would really enjoy hearing from readers about what they thing might/should happen next. If I get enough replies I'll try to put it together into a second episode, so I'm leaving it up to all of you who identify with either Bobby or Jim to give me your thoughts if you want this story to continue.
Thanks for reading, without you, I'm just writing for my own enjoyment and it is always better to have someone else to say if you are doing good or not.
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