My Paperboy

By T Baron

Published on Jun 16, 2003

Gay

My Paperboy (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 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.

Hgo469@yahoo.com


My Paperboy

It has been hot and humid all day and my personal energy level was down to almost nothing. The only good thing to happen was the delivery of some new videos and I had started watching one when there was a knock on my front door.

"Who is it?" I called toward the screen door as I paused the video.

"Bobby, I'm collecting for the paper Mr. James," was the reply.

Bobby lived a couple of blocks away and had been my paperboy for several years. Originally, he had ridden a bicycle, but lately he had been using a small motorcycle.

"I didn't hear you drive up," I said as I greeted him at the door.

"My cycle is in the shop so I'm back on the bicycle for a couple of days."

"How much do I owe you?" I asked.

"$18.75, like always," he said with a smile.

I opened the door and invited him in. "My wallet is in the bedroom, I'll be right back. Would you like a cold drink?" I just realized I was only wearing a pair of jogging shorts with no pockets.

"Yeah, a drink would be nice - it's hot and humid out there, only now it looks like it is going to rain."

Just as he said that there was the snap of a bolt of lightning followed a few seconds later by a huge explosion of thunder.

We both jumped. "Better be careful what you say - it looks like Mother Nature is listening.

I went to get my wallet and rearrange myself - every time I was around Bobby I started to develop a hard-on. He was extremely good-looking and just my type: Asian, 5'5", and 125 lbs., short black hair, beautiful brown eyes and a smooth, flawless body (at least what I'd seen of it).

From the bedroom, I went to the kitchen to pick up a couple of cold sodas before rejoining Bobby in the living room. When I walked in, Bobby was staring at the TV. 'Oh God,' I thought, 'I hadn't turned off the video,' Bobby was looking at the picture freeze-framed on the TV. The picture was of a young man, stark naked, tied to an X-frame.

"Sorry about that," I said reaching for the remote.

"You can leave it on if you want," he said with a bit of a smirk, "I'm not offended, in fact, I think it's really quite hot."

I handed him a soda. He gave me a smile that would have melted steel.

"You don't have to worry about corrupting a minor, I turned 18 last spring.

"Well then, sit down and I'll restart the video and we can enjoy it together."

I sat down and Bobby sat right next to me.

"How long can you stay?" I asked and almost as if to reply there was another crack of thunder, followed by the sound of very heavy rain.

"Well, at least until it stops raining," he said with another smile.

We sat without speaking, watching the video and listening to the rain outside for a few minutes.

"It's rather hot in here, do you mind if I remove my T-shirt?" Bobby asked.

I was afraid to speak for fear my voice would crack so I just nodded my accent and then watched with growing excitement as he pulled his T-shirt up over his head, exposing his beautiful torso. He was nicely developed without overdoing it and other than his armpits; there was a single hair to be seen.

Now, I'm not bad looking: White, 5'8", and 148 lbs., light brown hair, brown eyes and a dusting of dark hair on my chest training to a narrow path headed toward my pubic patch. At 29 years old, I was still young and some might say handsome, but I never will measure up to Bobby.


I'd been delivering papers here for about six years and every month when I came to collect, I had always felt a kind of 'tingle' if ours hands so much as touched. It first I didn't know what it was, but as I grew older I recognized it as sexual excitement.

The last couple of months one of us had been in a hurry when I came to collect so this was my first real visit since I had turned 18.

The picture on the TV had both frightened and excited me, all at the same time. I had heard about that sort of thing many times but this was the first time I had actually seen it.

There was this guy tied, spread-eagled, to an 'X' shaped cross - he was stark naked and struggling against his bondage. His wrists and ankles were locked into leather cuffs. He was sporting a raging hard-on.

The longer I looked at the picture the more turned-on I became and I could feel my own cock growing. Quickly, before Mr. James returned, I reached down to rearrange myself so that he wouldn't see my growing erection.

Mr. James returned with his wallet and a couple sodas. The look on his face showed that he had forgotten about the video. He reached for the remote to turn it off - I told him it was okay and I did think it was interesting. Interesting? Actually, it was hot! I wanted to see more; I'd never seen any porno like that before and wanted to see what was going to happen next.

We sat side-by-side on the sofa, he restarted the video and in a couple of minutes, another naked young man was led into view. His wrists were secured with leather cuffs that were fastened to what looked like belts buckled around his thighs. No freedom of movement there. He stood there in front of the first captive looking down at the floor.

A hand came into view, pushing the new guy to his knees and directing his head to take the first guy's cock into his mouth.

"Suck!" came the instruction from an off screen voice.

The kneeling guy took the other guy's cock between his lips and slowly sucked it in until his nose was buried in the pubic patch before him. After a brief pause, he pulled back until only the mushroom-shaped head remained captured and then once again he impaled his oral cavity on the rigid pole in front of him. In and out, in and out, the pace increased slowly, but steadily, as the spread-eagled captive ceased his struggles against his bondage except to attempt to push forward in an attempt to bury his swollen member even deeper into the sucking hole before him.

A loud crack of thunder and heavy rain answered a question about how long I could stay. With his accent I removed my T-shirt - I wasn't sure if it was becoming warmer or just me, but I really needed to put the T-shirt in my lap to cover the obvious lump that had grown down there.

We continued to watch the video and listen to the steady rainfall. On screen the young captive had succumbed and shot his load all over the face of the kneeling boy.

"That video is hot!" I said, "Do guys actually allow themselves to be tied up like that in real life?"

"Sure do - if you enjoy it, it can be real exciting."

"Have you ever done it, Mr. James?" I asked.

"Many times, both top and bottom," he replied. "Now, we're going to have to do something about this 'Mr. James' business. You're an adult not and we've just sat watching a gay porno together, I think it's about time you started calling me Jim like the rest of my friends."

"Okay, Mr. Jam---, uh, Jim," I said.

"Have you ever been tied up or tied someone else up?" Jim asked.

"Not for sex, but when we played cops and robbers or cowboys and Indians we did tie each other up as captives. One time when my folks were out of town for the weekend and had left my big brother, Kent, in charge - my friend Steve was also staying over -- he caught us jerking off to a Playboy magazine. He made up both sit naked in the living room with our hands duct taped behind us. Then he said we had to sleep that was as well so that we would do it again.

"After he went to sleep we each jacked the other guy off just to spite Kent. We never did it again as Steve's family moved away a few months later."

"I have quite a few bondage toys, would you like to see them?" Jim asked.

Would I? It was more like 'try to stop me.' I was so excited I could barely speak, but I did manage to croak out, "Y-y-yes."

Jim got up, his hard-on making an obvious tent in the front of his shorts. "Come along, I'll show you my toys."

I followed like a new puppy. I wasn't sure what was going to happen - on the other hand I was ready for almost anything.


Could this hot little number actually be my faithful paperboy? I'd have never guessed. After watching that video, he was following me into my playroom like a puppy following the food bowl. I wasn't sure just what to do, I didn't want to scare him by going too far, but at the same time, I wanted him bad.

I didn't have a regular dungeon or anything like that - just an extra bedroom/den where I had made a few modifications and kept a chest with all my toys. While I had placed some ring bolts in the floor, ceiling and walls, for the most part I just used an old hide-a-bed soft as something to tie someone down to. It was already open and had cuffs attached to all four corners.

Bobby looked at them and smiled.

I opened a drawer and called him over, he looked at all the black leather straps and belts in a sort of awe. I pulled out an adjustable, full-body harness and asked if he would like to try it on.

"Yeah, that looks neat."

Did kids still say things like 'neat'? "It's designed to fit tight against your bare skin," I said wondering if trying to get him naked right away was pushing too hard.

He hesitated a moment and then pulled off his shorts so that he was standing there in just a bikini brief which was tented out big time.

"If you're going to be naked I guess it's only fair that I'm naked too," I said pulling down my jogging shorts and allowing my cut 7 inch erection to spring free.

Bobby looked at my hard-on and then turned his head away quickly when he saw me watching him. Slowly he began peeling his bikini down, first showing a small bit of pubic hair and then the root of his cockshaft.

I found myself holding my breath waiting as he paused momentarily before pulling the brief bit of cotton down to his ankles and kicking it off. When he stood back up his uncut 51/2 inch cock stood at full attention, surrounded by a small forest of straight black pubic hair.

Slowly I ran my eyes over him from the tip of his toes to the top of his head - everything was perfect. His skin was flawless and except for his crotch and underarms just as smooth as ivory. It was all I could do to not sink to my knees and give him a total-body tongue-bath.

Regaining my composure, I began fitting the leather body harness. This included a leather cockring and ball spreader, which was somewhat difficult to fit properly due to his extremely excited state.

"What are those things?" he asked as I snapped the leather bands around his organ.

"It helps you maintain an erection," I said, "not that you appear to have any problems along that line. It's called a cockring and ball spreader, they feel a bit strange at first, but most guys like them."

Next came a leather collar, leather wrist and ankle cuffs and finally a leather hood, which only covered the top half of his face, sort of like a mask.

I adjusted each strap and cuff for perfect fit and locked the buckles in place. There was nothing to stop him from dressing and leaving, but he would need a key to remove anything.

All the time I had been fitting him I had kept his back to the mirror, now I turned him around so he could see himself.

"Fantastic!" he said, "This looks hot!" His rigid cock waved in anticipation of what he was sure would come next, even though he really didn't know what it might be.


Jim's spare bedroom was different, to say the least. He had an opened convertible soft with leather cuffs at the corners, sort of like the 'X' cross in the video. I was about to ask if I could try it out when he called me over to show me what he had in a large chest of drawers.

He pulled out a leather harness and asked it I wanted to try it on. I wanted to try everything in the drawer. When he told me I would have to be naked, I felt another twinge in my loins. Then Jim dropped his shorts and stood there naked - I almost forgot to breathe. Jim's cock was awesome.

After I pulled off my briefs, he began fitting the harness. When he started handling my cock and balls to fit them into the cockring and ball spreader I almost came right then. When he finished with the collar and half hood he turned me around so I could see myself in the mirror. I looked fantastic, sexy as hell and I was about ready to shoot without anyone touching me.

"You look great!" Jim said as he sat down on the bed. "Now, I want you to do something for me."

"What's that?" I asked.

"I want you to tie me spread-eagled to the bed." He laid down on his back and spread his arms and legs toward the corners.

I fit the first cuff around his ankle; the buckle had a lock on it.

"Go ahead and lock it, I don't want to be able to get loose myself," he said when I hesitated.

I put the other three cuffs on and locked them as well. Jim could still move a little bit, but he wasn't going anywhere without someone releasing him.

"Now, climb on and straddle my chest," he said.

When I did as he asked he said, "Lean forward."

Now my cock was pointed directly at his face. Before I realized what had happened he had sucked my rock-hard cock into his mouth and was starting to suck me off.

I was so hot he only made about five trips up and down my cockshaft before I was blowing my jism deep into his throat. I started to pull out and he increased the suction to make me stay inside him.

Spurt after spurt of my hot cum shot into his sucking mouth. I moaned and groaned as he worked his oral magic on the new extremely sensitive tip of my manhood.

Finally, totally spent, I fell to one side, pulling my now flaccid organ away from the hot, moist prison of his mouth. It was only then that I felt the river of cum which was running down my back where Jim had blown his own load without anyone even touching him.

The muffled sound of the rain combined with my sexual exhaustion lulled me to sleep right there beside Jim with his shoulder as my pillow.

To be continued???

If you would like to hear more about Jim and Bobby let me know. Suggestions are welcome - flames will receive the lack of attention they deserve.

Hgo469@yahoo.com

Next: Chapter 2


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