Paper Route Rim

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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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