My Paperboy 06 (c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between boys, men, boys and men, kinky or non-consensual sex 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 Six
I guess I had forgotten just how early 4:30 in the morning was -- I felt like I had just fallen asleep when the alarm went off saying that we had to get up. Bobby was still spooned into me, just as he was when we had fallen asleep. I pinched his tit to wake him up and he moaned softly, pressing his asscheeks back against my groin.
"As much as I'd like to, I think we had better get up instead," I said, patting him on the rump. "Are you going to go back into the office so that your brothers don't know that you spent the night sleeping with me?"
"Right now I don't think I care, but I guess you're right, we need to maintain a bit of decorum, if only for show." He got up and crept back into the other room.
"HOUSE, STEREO ON, LEVEL 4," I said into the air and the entire house was filled with the sound of music, loud enough that no one could even pretend they were still sleeping.
In the living room Kelly and Brent were still lying on the pulled out hide-a-bed; however, they had kicked the sheet off and were both still nude with their boy-size erections waving in the air.
"Are you trying to wake the dead? How about turning that thing down a bit," Kelly said as he sat up scratching his balls.
"HOUSE, STEREO OFF," I said and the music died just as suddenly as it had begun.
"How did you do that?" Brent asked as he also sat up.
"I have lots of things programed for voice activation, it saves steps when I need to do some things."
"That's neat, will it work for anyone else?"
"Nope, it only recognizes my voice -- that's how I locked the doors last night and how I generally answer the phone. Now, how about you guys getting dressed so that we can attack that paper route of yours?"
Gads, Jim turned on that music so loud I think we could have heard it from home. Well, I guess it did its job as Kelly and Brent were both starting to get dressed when I came into the living room. It appeared that they had slept together in the raw.
Jim turned the music off just as I entered the living room, he was still standing there naked while I was dressed and the boys were getting dressed as well.
"Hey guy, you are telling everyone else to get dressed while you are still standing here naked -- aren't you going to help us after all?"
Jim looked down at his own rampant erection and headed back into his bedroom to dress. He returned just as the boys were finishing and we all headed outside.
I had parked my mother's car behind his van so I pulled it out into the street to allow him to back out. Jim indicated that I should take the car home and that he would meet us there. That worked for me and the three of us headed home.
The pile of papers was waiting on the front porch, we loaded them into the van and started folding them as I directed Jim to the start of the route.
Even as tired as we were it didn't take much over an hour to finish the route. Jim suggested that we stop at Denny's for some breakfast and then head home for some well needed sleep.
Breakfast over and everyone in Jim's van the only question seemed to be: were we going home to our house or his? It was Kelly who asked the question and then Brent and I sat waiting to see what Jim would say.
"I think we need to go to your house first, if you're going to be at my place you should leave a note for your parents in case they get home before you do and wonder where you are. Also, you guys have been wearing those clothes since yesterday so I suspect you should put on something clean," was his answer to this question.
"Back at your house do we have to wear anything?" This from Kelly who was so worried about being thought 'queer' just a few hours ago -- boy do thing change in a hurry sometimes.
Jim smiled and glanced over at me, he was obviously thinking the same things I was.
After a quick stop at home where we all changed clothes and I left a note for the folks telling where we were and that we would be home later, we headed back to Jim's place and a few more hours of sleep -- or so I thought.
I'd had a paper route when I was in Junior High School, but it was an afternoon paper -- I'd never had to get up before first light and try to deliver my papers in the dark. I wondered if I would have stuck with it for as long as I did -- 3½ years -- if I had to get up that early every morning -- I have always liked to sleep in.
After breakfast it was decided -- though I don't remember discussing it -- they we were going back to my place; however, I insisted that we stop at their house first so that they could change into clean clothes and leave a note for their parents saying where they were in case they came home first.
That business finished we returned to my place where I expected to get a few more hours of sleep before doing anything else; however, the two younger boys had a somewhat different idea of how things should happen.
As soon as I had closed the front door Kelly and Brent peeled off their clothing as if they were on fire. They were both sporting erections that caused the bright red heads of their cocks to peek through theie forskins like a spy peeking into a room. Brent opened the bag of toys that was still sitting on the coffee table and pulled out a set of leather wrist cuffs.
"Can I wear these, please, they look so sexy."
How could I refuse a naked boy a request like that. I told him to turn around and then cuffed his hands behind him. He danced around the room, shaking his hard-on at everyone.
"Do you have another pair of those?" Kelly asked.
"I have several pairs, do you want to wear some too?" I could only hope.
"Yes, if I can. I likd the feeling of having my hands tied behind me before, but those leather cuffs look like they are more comfortable."
"Can you tie them together?" Bobby asked -- then perhaps they will have to settle down so we can get some sleep.
I looked over at Kelly and Brent and they both were nodding their approval. I pulled a few more items from the bag -- leather collars for both boys and then belts that went around their waist and between their legs. Now I had them lie down on the sofa bed in a 69 position and locked each collar to the other boy's waistband. They could still pull their heads away from each other's cock, but it was more comfortable to just take it into their mouths and suck.
More cuffs around the ankles and then a short strap to pull the ankles up near the wrists -- they were hog-tied. I looked down at the two of them lying there -- they were sexy as hell and obviously as turned on as I was.
"Now, Bobby and I are going to get some sleep, 4:30 is just too early in the morning for me -- I need my eight hours." I took Bobby's hand and the two of us headed off into my bedroom where we quickly undressed and resumed the sleep that we had interrupted to go deliver the paper.
It was hard to imagine my brothers being so turned on by Jim's bondage toys -- the original homophobic reaction when they caught us having sex in the kitchen was far more in keeping with what I had expected from them. I guess I just didn't know tham as well as I thought I did.
Jim and I laid down on the bed, he pulled my body tight against his and gave me a long, lingering open-mouth kiss, pushing his tongue as far into my mouth as he could while his hand cupped my balls and he rubbed his rigid prick against my belly.
Finally we had to break the kiss to take a breaeth of fresh air -- Jim started kissing my face and then worked his way down to my neck and chest. When he reached my nipples he took one into his mouth and sucked on it just as if it were a miniture cock -- the feeling was fantastic. I placed my hands on the back of his head and pressed his face tight against my pec, not allowing him to back off for even a moment. He responded by nipping on the tip of the mipple with his teeth and then sucking as if he were expecting to get milk. The only cream I had for him comes from a faucet a bit lower, but I was willing to wait if he was.
After what seemed like hours but probably was only a couple of minutes I let him pull off the one nipple only to have him repeat the action on the other one -- I was in sexual heaven again and if I didn't get his mouth down on my erection I was going to end up shooting another load onto my belly.
Jim seemed to sense just what I needed as he moved down my body until he was able to engulf my raging hard-on in his sucking mouth. The sensations were exquisite, Jim was truly an expert cocksucker and it showed.
With just a bit of careful maneuvering I was able to work my way around to where I could take Jim's rigid member in my mouth and offer my services in return for what he was doing for me. I knew it wasn't going to be very long before I was pouring yet another load of my spunk into his sucking mouth and I only hoped that I would be able to get yet another load of his as well.
This kid was fantastic -- he just never seemed to run out of steam [spunk?] -- he seemed to be erect all the time and he was so sexy that I was in just about the same condition. I had planned to just get some sleep after a hug and kiss, but his erection was just too inviting and then he turned things into a 69 -- if someone had asked me, I would have said that there was no way I could cum again; however, with his cock in my mouth and him sucking on me as well I could feel myself preparing yet another load of hot joy juice to be delivered to his sucking mouth.
Bobby's nuts were beginning to dra up tight in their sac and I knew that it wouldn't be long before he was once again painting my mouth with his tasty boy cream. I sucked harder, pulling every last bit of his cock into my mouth, wishing that he were long enough that I could have given him the same fantastic sensations that he gave to me when my cock pushed into the opening of his throat.
Bobby appeared to mimicking my every move so I pressed my finger into his anal pucker, pressing against his prostate and bringing him to that final high just before he unloaded. He did the same to me and I knew that we were going to shoot at the same time, a pleasure that doesn't happen every day, but is a real joy when it does.
With a grunt around the flesh plug in his mouth he pressed his groin even harder against my lips and shot the first spurt of his milky boy-cream into my waiting mouth. At the same time his finger pressed hard against my prostate and I felt my own balls start to unload their burden. We both swallowed and licked, trying not to let even a single drop of the juices we had worked so hard to coax from their hiding places to escape.
I had lost count of how many times I had cum in the last couple of days -- I was beginning to thing it might be some sort of personal record, but it really didn't matter -- the important thing was that Bobby really was that sexy and it appeared that he was going to end up staying with me for some time to come [cum?].
We both drifted off to sleep, still holding each other's cocks in our mouths -- and I can't think of a better way to do it.
To be continued.........
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