My Paperboy 04 (c) 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.
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Chapter 4
Just what was I going to tell my parents? I rather doubted that telling them I was going to be Jim's naked houseboy and play kinky gay sex games in our spare time was something that they really wanted to hear, even if it was the truth. I was 18 and an adult so legally I could do anything I wanted to do, but I didn't want to cut off contact with my family either. I decided that I would just tell them as little as I could and play the rest of it by ear.
When I arrived home, only Kelly and Brent were there and they greeted me with questioning looks and in Kelly's case a bit of a leer.
"Well, look who finally came home. Did it take that long for him to find the money or did he pay you some other way?" Kelly said, leering mischievously.
"What are you talking about, how do you pay except with money?" I asked a bit too defensively.
"Everyone in the neighborhood knows about him and what he likes," Kelly said, still leering.
"Did it ever occur to you that 'everyone' just might be wrong?" [If everyone knew, why didn't I?] "And just who is this 'everyone'?"
"Okay, not everyone, but some of my friends said that he seems to stare at them awfully hard whenever they pass his house, particularly during the summer when they aren't wearing a shirt, and no one has ever seen a girl around there, ever."
Brent chimed in, saying, "A couple of my friends saw him out at the beach taking photos of guys he didn't even know."
"And all of this means what?" I snapped.
Kelly backed off a bit, "Nothing, I guess, but you did spend the night over there and you didn't have any extra clothing with you. Uh, where did you sleep?"
"You know, it's really none of your business, but he has a sofa that opens into a bed and I slept there." I was beginning to get real pissed off at this third degree I was getting from my brothers. "Where's Mom and Dad? I don't have to account for my actions to you guys."
"They took Ron and Tom to visit Uncle Neong."
"Why didn't you guys go too, you always liked Uncle Neong?"
"They were planning to stay overnight and we have to be here to deliver the papers now that you have retired," Kelly said with a smile.
"Don't give me that, you guys wanted the routes, you've been bugging me for the last six months about when was I going to give them to you, now you have them, so shut up!"
I stormed off to my room to get a change of clothes, while I hadn't been wearing these all that much I had to at least make them think I had been in them for the past 24 hours. The problem was that I shared the room with Kelly and Brent so I didn't have any privacy there either, another good reason to make the move over to be with Jim.
Kelly and Brent followed me, watching everything I did as if I had just arrived from the moon or something.
"Okay, I'm sorry," Kelly said, "I didn't want to piss you off, but that guy Jim has always been the subject of gossip around the schoolyard, and-"
I cut him off, "I don't pay any attention to gossip, and you shouldn't either. I don't care what your friends are saying about him, Jim is a really nice guy and I had fun over there last night." I paused, waiting to see if he was going to say anything else, when he didn't I continued, "And for your information, mister know-it-all, he has offered me a job and my own - PRIVATE - room, if I want it."
When Bobby turned the corner and rode out of sight I returned to my house, which suddenly felt much more empty than it had before. The first thoughts I had were 'had I gone to far?' and 'had I gone too fast?' Suddenly I was afraid that I might never see him again and I missed him already. It took all of my willpower to not call him on the phone right then. I couldn't remember when I had been so completely taken with a boy, particularly as quickly as I had with Bobby.
I went into my office, I had some advertising copy I needed to finish, only I couldn't focus on the product, all I could see was Bobby, lying there on the sofa bed, naked and spread-eagled, awaiting my pleasure. I started to get hard again just thinking about him; I was never going to get any work done this way. I just sat there, going over in my mind everything that had happened since he knocked on my door the afternoon before.
Then I started thinking about him saying that he had four younger brothers and that a Ng boy would deliver my paper for some time to come. Now, not only was I thinking about what had happened with Bobby, but I was also trying to picture his brothers and what it would be like to have several of them around at the same time.
My erection was growing and it wasn't to be denied, I lay down on the sofa bed, removed my shorts and began stroking my member, picturing Bobby and what I imagined his brothers to look like. It didn't take very long for me to feel my nuts start to contract in their sac as the cum churned and boiled, geysering up and out my rigid pole to splatter across my chest.
From the copious amount of cum that had exploded from my cock you would have thought I hadn't cum in ages. I guess Bobby really was the focus of my every thought. I went in to take a cold shower, I had to get some work done and for sure, I wasn't going to be able to do it with Bobby on my mind.
I spent the rest of the afternoon on work, it wasn't the best work I had ever done but it was still far better than much of what I'd seen lately. I finally stopped when my stomach started growling about needing food - I looked at the clock and realized that it was already six o'clock. I checked the kitchen and noted that there wasn't much of anything there - it looked like I was going to have to either go to the store or a restaurant. The restaurant won out hands down - I knew that if I went to the market I would buy all the wrong things and then I'd be too tired to want to cook anything so I'd still end up eating out - why not just eliminate the middle step and go directly to the restaurant?
I had never dressed after my shower so I was still sitting at my desk in the nude - oh well, one less step before heading out. One of the nice things about working at home is that there isn't any dress code. It only took me a few minutes to dress and then I headed down to the local $1 Chinese food joint - it was quick, fairly good, and inexpensive - a good combination.
Kelly finally handed me an envelope that Mom had given to him for me - inside there was a note and some money.
BOBBY: WE'RE GOING TO VISIT UNCLE NEONG AND WON'T BE BACK UNTIL SOMETIME TOMORROW AFTERNOON. YOU MAY USE MY CAR TO TAKE YOUR BROTHERS OUT FOR DINNER, YOU'RE AN ADULT NOW AND WE ARE LEAVING YOU IN CHARGE. MAKE SURE THEY ARE UP IN TIME TO DELIVER THEIR PAPERS. LOVE MOM.
There was only $ 20 in the envelope so they didn't expect us to go anywhere very expensive, still, it would be enough for dinner.
"How about we go to Canton Express for dinner?" I asked after reading the note.
"Okay," they said in unison.
"Can we rent a movie afterward?" added Kelly.
"Yeah, one of those slasher flicks they won't let us watch," added Brent.
"A video, maybe, but not a slasher flick - those things are awful."
The both pouted a bit, but I hadn't said no to a video and I had a hunch that whatever we ended up with I wouldn't like it.
"If we're going out for dinner I want to leave here by six so you have plenty of time to get ready. I'm going into the den to use the Internet and I don't want to be bothered - understand?"
They both nodded their heads and ran off to do whatever it was that they did when they were out of my sight. I didn't care I had a few things I wanted to look up and I didn't want them, or anyone else, looking over my shoulder. While I was at Jim's I had seen a listing of several web sites that I wanted to check out and I rather doubted that they were anything I would want to be looking at in the public library.
The first site was: www.nifty.org - the note said it was a story site. When I got there I found a couple of those warnings about needing to be 18 and then there was a fantastic index of stories featuring so many different kinds of people and events - I didn't know where I should begin. I did check out a couple of different groups, including one that seemed to be devoted to S&M/B&D - I didn't think that there could be that many stories about something like that. And some of them were several chapters. I knew I wanted to come back and read everything, but right now I had to content myself with a couple of short stories. One was about two boys who liked to tie one another up in the basement - it was hot and it gave me ideas about what I would like to do with my brothers, only I didn't know if they would go along with it - something to check out in the future. Another was about several guys who were playing strip poker and it ended with some of them tied up and having sex - Kelly and Brent? Who knows?
I checked out www.advocate.com - they had some really hot personal ads from guys wanting to meet other guys. Then I looked at www.ogusa.com, it was a website for a magazine featuring loads of hot Asian guys, very interesting.
Before I knew it, Kelly was banging on the door, telling me that it was after six and I had said they needed to be ready. Now it seemed that I was the one who was holding things up.
I closed down the browser and then we headed out to get something to eat. The restaurant wasn't very busy, we picked out what we wanted and then took everything to a table in the corner. We had just sat down when I saw Jim enter the restaurant, alone, what a coincidence, the question now was 'do I invite him to join us? And if I do what do I tell my brothers? Maybe if I just kept my head down he wouldn't recognize me. But did I really want to do that? Decisions, decisions - and these were difficult ones.
I was trying to decide if I would eat in the restaurant to take my food home when I looked up and saw Bobby - he was sitting at a table in the corner with two other Vietnamese boys - his brothers? They look to be a few years younger, but with these Asian kids, it is sort of hard to tell just how old they are. Bobby was looking down at his food and didn't appear to have seen me. I decided that I would eat there and took my tray to a table right next to where the three boys were sitting.
As I sat down Bobby looked up and seemed to see me for the first time, the older of the other two seemed to have a bit of a smirk on his face, and on him it was sort of cute.
"Oh, hi Mr. James," Bobby said. "I didn't expect to run into you here." He paused for a bit. "Uh, these are my brothers, Kelly and Brent. Kelly," he pointed to the older one, "is going to be delivering your paper from now on."
I put out my hand, "Glad to meet you Kelly," I said.
Kelly hesitated like he didn't know what to do and then realized that I wanted to shake his hand. He took my hand and gave me a proper handshake, not one of those limp rag ones and he didn't try to break my hand either.
"Brent is taking part of the route, too, only his is on the other side of Maple Street."
"Glad to meet [meat?] you Brent." I said. "Remember what I told you Bobby, you're an adult now and you should call me Jim, I don't want anyone calling me Mr. James if I can help it - that name still belongs to my father as far as I'm concerned."
Bobby laughed a bit, "Uh does that same rule follow for my brothers? I mean they should call you Jim?"
"Well, they're not exactly adults yet, are they?"
"No, but they are teenagers."
"Okay, and they are your brothers, that does count for something as well."
All three boys chuckled.
I was about to ask Bobby if he had spoken to his parents when he said, "Dad and Mom took the twins to visit Uncle Neong, they are going to spend the night, but Kelly and Brent had to stay home to run their paper routes. Now they are beginning to understand what I had to do in order to have a bit of money for the things I wanted. They left some money for us to eat and we plan to rent a video for later."
I had a quick thought and then wondered if it was such a good idea. Oh well, here goes: "I have a very large collection of recent videos, many of them on DVD, as well as a big-screen TV." Bobby rolled his eyes at my mention of videos; I hoped he wasn't getting the wrong ideas [or where they the right ideas?]. "You could save your money for something else and watch something from my library." I felt that it wouldn't hurt to have Bobby's brothers feeling comfortable about me if Bobby wanted to try to sell the idea of his living with me to his parents.
Brent and Kelly exchanged a look that I couldn't quite read and then they both turned to Bobby as if to say he had to decide.
Bobby sat there for a minute or so in complete silence, as if he were giving it a lot of thought. He turned his head slightly so that his brothers couldn't see his face and then he gave me what I would call a wicked glance -- one that could have many interpretations.
"How about it, Bobby, can we go there?" Kelly asked.
"Yeah," Brent seconded.
"Are you guys sure about this?" Bobby asked, rolling his eyes a bit.
Both boys nodded their heads in agreement.
"Well, if you're sure we won't be in your way, Jim, I guess we can come over."
"Okay then, it's agreed. Let's finish eating and then I'll stop at the store on the way home to pick up some sodas and meet you at my place in -- let's say half an hour. Okay?"
I rushed to finish my food and bid the boys good-bye -- I had things to do in a hurry. The good thing was that I already had plenty of soda at home -- the bad thing was that I only had a couple of minutes to try to put away anything that I didn't think the boys should see.
It wasn't bad enough that he sat down right beside us, but then he actually invited all three of us over to watch videos - what if he put on one of the videos that he and I watched last night? And I had already said something about the job offer and room - gads; I was beginning to think that there was no end to the trouble I could end up in. Well he did say that we should wait a half hour before we arrived, maybe he would clear out the things that the boys shouldn't see.
After Jim left, I turned to my brothers, "I thought someone could get the wrong impression if you visited at his house?"
"Uh, well, um, there's three of us, right - that should mean safety in numbers, right - and he has a big-screen TV."
"And a big-screen TV makes up for everything else, right?" I chided them.
"Okay, maybe we shouldn't just jump to conclusions, but-"
"There are no buts, now finish eating," I sounded okay, but inside I was in a turmoil, I didn't know what was going to happen and to be honest I was scared.
We arrived at Jim's place about 45 minutes after he had left the restaurant - I had managed to stall a bit but the boys were anxious to see what videos he had. Jim greeted us at the door and indicated that we should go into the living room.
What a relief, there wasn't a porno magazine to be seen anywhere and even the painting of a male nude that had been over the sofa was now just a seascape - Jim had been busy for sure.
Kelly and Brent headed to the huge wall of videos, looking at every title and talking about how they hadn't seen a great many of them when they were in theatres. I looked over at Jim questioningly - I wondered where the pornos were. He nodded toward a closed door on the other wall, I noticed that there was a lock on the door and I relaxed a bit - at least the boys wouldn't get hold of a porno tape by accident.
"Hey, this is an awesome collection, only where are the horror flicks?" Brent asked as he continued to check out the wall of videos.
"I don't have any," Jim said, "I have never liked that sort of movie."
"Too bad," Kelly said, "we love them."
"Except that you aren't allowed to see them," I added.
After a few more minutes, the boys picked out a video and handed it to Jim who placed it into the VCR without saying a word. I was really surprised when the movie turned out to be STAR WARS. As that famous music started, we all settled down to watch a movie so familiar that I think we could have recited the dialogue with the actors. Jim and I sat on the sofa while the boys lay down on the floor. When he was sure that the boys were engrossed in the movie, he moved his hand over into my crotch, massaging my joint.
At first I was a bit worried, what if one of my brothers were to look up at us? Then I realized that from where they were lying on the floor they couldn't see my crotch without sitting up and that should give him plenty of time to get his hand back into his own lap. After a few minutes I decided that if he could do it, so could I and I would do him one better-- I reached over and worked my hand right into his pants over the waistband.
It hadn't taken me very long to put away anything that the boys shouldn't see, but I could tell that Bobby was still worried -- the look on his face when his brothers started looking at my video collect was one of almost absolute horror. I reassured him with a nod toward the closed and locked doors of the porno cabinet and then he relaxed a bit. I was surprised with the selection of STAR WARS from all of the things in my collection, but on a big-screen TV it does look good and I have never grown tired of it either.
I sat down next to Bobby while Kelly and Brent lay down on the floor -- I tossed them a couple of throw pillows and they settled in for the duration. After a few minutes I couldn't just sit beside Bobby and I allowed my hand to creep over until it was resting on his thigh, then I started it crawling up until his crotch was directly under my fingers and I could feel his cock starting to fill with blood, building a lovely little erection. When I first touched him, I thought Bobby was going to explode -- it felt like an electric shock was traveling from my hand to his thigh -- then he seemed to realize that his brothers couldn't see what I was doing without sitting up, giving me time to withdraw without being seen.
When Bobby plunged his hand right into my groin under the waistband of my pants it was my turn to be shocked. I rather doubted that he could get his hand out fast enough to avoid being caught, but I wasn't about to push him away either, instead, I pulled my hand back a bit and then worked my fingers up inside the pants leg of the jogging shorts he was wearing until I too had a handful of cock and balls.
Bobby's erection was leaking pre-cum by the quart and I was a bit worried that it would cause a obvious spot on the light colored shorts he was wearing. How would he explain something like that to his brothers? It wasn't as if STAR WARS was an erotic movie.
I knew I was leaking too, only my pants were black and the wet spot wouldn't show.
Bobby had loose fitting boxers on under the jogging shorts so there was plenty of room for my to work my hand around until I had a good grasp on his now rigid member and I began to slowly masturbate him, carefully measuring his breathing and doing my best to keep his excitement at its peak while not allowing him to take that last step over the top to orgasm. Bobby was trying to do the same thing to me, only his lack of experience made it so that he wasn't going to be able to control things as well as I was -- I didn't want to cum just then, but if I allowed him to continue for much longer I knew that I was going to blow my load of hot cream into his hand.
"How about I go and get some sodas?" I said pulling away just enough that both our hands withdrew from what they were doing.
"If it isn't too much bother," Kelly said engrossed in the movie.
"What about you, Brent?" I asked.
"Yeah, it sounds good," was all the reply I got as he too seemed to be lost in the story.
"I'll give you a hand," Bobby said standing up and rearranging his equipment slightly.
Together we went into the kitchen. As soon as the swinging door closed Bobby grabbed me and gave me a deep, open-mouth kiss. At the same time he grasped my crotch right through my pants, squeezing my cock and balls.
I grasped him in the same manner except that this time I ran my hand down into his pants and made direct contact with his still rigid male flesh.
Bobby broke the kiss and drew back slightly and sighing with pleasure. Slowly he fell to his knees, forcing me to release my hold on his cock and balls as he ran his hands down my sides until they encountered the waistband of my pants. Now he hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled the pants down to my knees, allowing my erection to spring out and almost slap him in the face.
The kneeling boy wrapped his arms around my naked thighs and caught my bobbing hard-on in his mouth, working his tongue across the tightly stretched skin of the cockhead and even trying to fuck it into the piss slit that sat like a dimple in the very middle. Once he had the entire mushroom-shaped bulb of hot flesh captured in his mouth he sealed his lips around the glans and began to work on the man-pole as if it were either a baby bottle or an all day sucker, washing, sucking and nibbling on it for all he was worth.
I placed my hands on the back of Bobby's head and slowly applied pressure to have him take more and more of the cockshaft. The young cocksucker before me worked his tongue around and around the invading shaft, moistening it so that it would flow more freely into his hot, moist mouth. It was only when I felt the sensitive cockhead hit the back wall where the entrance to his throat is located that I stopped pulling him into me and just stood there, allowing him to grow accustomed to the invading post.
After a brief pause I started to withdraw -- this met with some resistance as Bobby didn't want to allow me to remove my cock from his mouth; however, his resistance stopped when I halted my withdrawal with the cockhead still captured between his lips and once again started pressing forward, only this time when I reached the position where he started to gag I pressed a bit harder and suddenly my cockhead popped directly into his throat, cutting off his breath. At first he seemed to almost panic, but then he acknowledged that I wouldn't do anything to him that would hurt him so he just allowed my cock to stay right there, filling his throat as his muscles that normally were used to swallow food worked on the invading shaft, bringing sensations to me that can only come from being swallowed whole in someone's throat.
I pulled my erection back out, allowing him to breathe again before he passed out from lack of oxygen and he took several very deep breaths and then rammed his head forward until I was once again buried in his throat -- this time he started working a finger into my asshole while he massaged my cockhead with his throat muscles. I reached down and touched his neck, feeling the bulge that my cock created -- I could even feel my fingers pressing on his throat and I knew that it wouldn't be very long before I blew another load of hot jism, this one directly into his throat. After another slight pause while Bobby gulped down more air he once again swallowed me and this time his finger in my asshole found my prostate -- that was it, I blew cum like I hadn't done so in weeks, instead of several times earlier that same day.
The combined assault on my cockhead and prostate was more than I could handle. I did my best to muffle my moans of excitement as my orgasm boiled my hot cream directly down into Bobby's throat. Bobby pulled back for air again just as the last of my jism was dribbling out and he caught that last glob on his tongue and then stood up, removing his finger from my rectum, and pressed our lips together, sharing the last bit of my cum with me.
I sucked his tongue into my mouth and savored the flavor of my male essence while I again reached down to fist his raging hard-on. He was still very hot and hadn't cum yet.
When we headed for the kitchen I felt like I was going to blow my load right then and there. As soon as the kitchen door swung shut I had to give him a giant french-kiss -- at that point I wouldn't have cared if my brothers had come in on us, and they could have brought our parents too -- I knew I was in love and I wanted to share it with Jim in the only way that seemed to be right.
His cock was erect inside his pants and I knew that I wanted it inside my mouth. I dropped to my knees, taking his pants down and staring at that tool that I intended to worship for only a moment before I opened my mouth to capture it for myself.
His cock felt fantastic in my mouth and the taste was beyond description, I was in heaven. I would have been willing to have his cock stay in my mouth forever. When he started to pull out I sucked harder than ever, trying to resist -- it was only when he pushed back so much harder and his rigid member plugged my throat completely that I felt any concern. Still, I knew that Jim wouldn't let anything happen to me -- I had complete trust in him. I lost track of time and was a bit light-headed when he pulled back enough that I could gulp down some air. As soon as I had had a chance to fill my lungs a couple of times I took him back completely. At the same time I began to run my finger up and down his asscrack until I found the dimpled pucker that is his asshole. I worked a finger into the tightly closed hole and he seemed to grow even larger in my throat.
After my next chance for air I redoubled my efforts in his bowels and found that hard knot that is the prostate. I have been told that it is an extremely sensitive erotic zone and from the way that Jim reacted I will have to say I agree. As I pressed my finger against his prostate he began to shoot his hot juices directly down my throat -- the feeling was wonderful, only I wanted to taste him and he was avoiding my taste buds completely.
When I pulled back for more air he was still dribbling cum so I captured some on my tongue and then stood up to share the taste with him in another kiss. He reached down and found my hard-on, massaging it as he kissed and then when all of the jism we were sharing seemed to disappeared he sank down to his knees, pulling my shorts down in much the same manner as I had done to him.
My cock stood out from my sparse pubic bush like a single tree on a prairie and Jim opened his mouth and engulfed the entire length all at once. He began working on it as if it were a baby bottle and he was a hungry infant -- the sensations were fantastic. Jim had previously proved himself to be an extremely talented cocksucker and, while I wasn't exactly an expert on the matter, I just knew that I wasn't going to find anyone better any time soon.
With his lips buried in my pubic hair he opened his mouth wider and sucked in first one and then both of my nuts so that he now had everything I had down there in his hot, moist sucking mouth. His tongue was working overtime, washing and massaging my cock and balls -- I knew that it wasn't going to be very long before I shot the load I could feel starting to boil up in my nuts.
Jim must have sensed that I was about to cum as re released my nuts and started sliding his mouth up and down my cockshaft while he pressed his finger against my virgin anus. My sphincter held tight against the invader at first, but after Jim brought it up to his mouth to wet it a bit my rosebud opened and allowed the moist digit to enter, clamping shut again around the knuckle as the invader wiggled around until it found what it was searching for -- my prostate.
A shock that was almost electric flooded through my body when he found that button, now I knew just what he had felt when I found his -- it was wonderful. The combination of his finger doing a prostate massage and his mouth working its way up and down my cockshaft in a synchronized rhythm was more than I could handle and I felt my nuts start to boil over, geysering spurt after spurt of hot spunk into his sucking mouth.
As I shot the last drops of my cum I felt so spent that I wouldn't have been able to continue standing there if Jim hadn't been holding on to me. He licked the last few drips of cum from the corners of his mouth and looked up at me with loving eyes -- obviously he was feeling much the same sort of things I was feeling, now what were we going to do about it?
Suddenly there was a crash as the kitchen door flew open and Kelly and Brent both stood there in the doorway. "What's taking you guys--" Kelly stopped in mid-sentence as both boys took in the sight in front of them.
To be continued.........
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I couldn't resist leaving this as a cliff-hanger, I've had many requests to continue this story so I'm trying. For those who enjoy the B&D aspects of things, rest assured -- there will be more of that in the future. I wish to thank everyone who has encouraged me to continue this saga of Jim and Bobby -- I'll do my best, it is only from your e-mails that I know for sure that anyone is reading what I'm writing.
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