Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2009 17:04:19 -0800 (PST) From: Todd Carlos Subject: The Paper Boy Grows Up, Chapter 3 On Saturday I woke up feeling better than I could remember. I was full of energy and attacked my usual chores with a vengeance. I had everything done and settled down for some breakfast before ten while I waited on the dryer. As I ate I reviewed the previous night with Jimmy. God, he was so good looking and he'd fucked the hell out of me. I hadn't cum like that since I was a teenager. I wondered what he made of the whole thing. I'd had few relationships and even fewer one-night-stands so my experience was limited. Yet I found it hard to believe that a "straight" guy would be coming to me for sexual relief, even if he had a girlfriend who was thousands of miles away and he didn't want to cheat on her. I didn't want to discourage him in any way, I was too hooked on the sex, but I was curious how he justified our relationship in his own mind. I've known I was gay since I could remember. One of my very first memories, I was probably four at the time, was this very real fantasy of being married to Popeye the Sailor. Like my parents, we'd share a bed together and he'd kiss me good night. Watch out Olive Oil. It was also my first memory of getting a hard-on. So I'd always been in that group who thought a person was either gay, straight or bi. Could someone grow to adulthood and not know their true sexuality? Was Jimmy bi and just couldn't admit it? Could Jimmy come over and have sex with me so often and be straight? Could I hope for something more? The direction of my thoughts disturbed me and I reminded myself that I couldn't have feelings for this kid who used to deliver my paper. Could not. I went to the closest plant nursery and picked up some stuff for the yard. I got home and unloaded the trays of plants from the trunk. Somehow, I'd convinced myself that having a perfect yard would make my life perfect. Carrying some of the stuff through the gate to the back yard, I almost dropped the shit when I found Jimmy sitting on the patio. "Hey! Tony, sorry I scared you. I was just hoping that you'd be home soon." He'd jumped out of the chair and raced over to help me. "Just took me by surprise. I was going to do some more yard work." "Nice. Want a hand?" I couldn't help noticing how damned sexy he looked with his ball-cap, sleeveless t-shirt, cargo shorts and flip-flops. Even his feet looked strong, big and kind of defined. "You don't have to. Did you want me for something?" I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't want to scare him off but I couldn't figure out why he'd be back so soon. "Well, what I want from you can wait until later." Another simple wink that made all my blood rush south. "But really I just needed to get out. Figured I'd come over and see what you're up to. Really, though, I wouldn't mind helping." "I wouldn't mind the help. First, let's unload the car, then we can get some lunch before getting to work." "Sounds good." The afternoon didn't go exactly to plan. We did unload the car. But as I prepared a couple sandwiches I felt Jimmy close in on me. Pressing his body against mine he trapped me against the counter, his hard dick finding the groove of my ass crack. "I brought a condom. Just in case?" I could barely think with him so close, but I had to wonder if he thought he needed a condom now. "Do you need one? I mean, are you worried?" I couldn't think of any smooth way to ask with him grinding against me. "I don't need one. What's the point now, anyway? I trust you, Tony. I just wasn't sure if you trusted me." "I trust you. Besides, you're right. What's the point now?" "I wanna fuck. Can you handle some more?" "I want it." My dick was hard and pressed painfully between me and the tile counter. "Fuck, it makes me hot when you say shit like that." "Yeah?" "Yeah." His breath brushed against the hair of my neck, so close. The thought of him putting his lips there, so intimately, made me shudder. I wanted to turn around and kiss him so bad. Instead I decided to encourage him, "I want you to fuck me hard, right now. Split me open with your big cock, give it to me." His hand slid up my spine, beneath my shirt, as he applied pressure and made me lean over. I braced my palms on the tile. He reached over me to grab a decorative jar of cooking oil. Vaguely I heard the seal of the cap breaking. He pushed my shorts and underwear down to puddle at my ankles. I felt him pour some of the oil at the top of my crack, shivering as it slid down over my hole. The next thing I knew his naked cock was wiggling against me, in the split of my ass. He humped against me, both of us breathing hard and fast. With a grunt he pulled back to line up the head of his cock with my entrance. He pressed swiftly through, filling me to bursting. It hurt but I wanted it so bad I don't think I really felt the searing ache. He kicked my legs as far apart as they would go with the tangle of clothes at my feet. He gripped my hips hard and pulled me to him. I arched my back and tipped up my ass, offering everything I had to give. He went straight to pounding me, giving me a hard fuck right there in my kitchen. Neither of us said a word. Our grunts, groans and moans filled the air, accompanied by the squishy sounds of his oily cock plunging into me. It felt decadent as I moaned and moved to meet each thrust. It didn't last long, it couldn't. I felt him cum just before his hips went jittery. The heat of his blasting semen suffused my body as he buried himself as deep as possible. I barely got my hand around my cock and I was coming, making Jimmy pant as my body seized around him. He disengaged and I exhaled hard at the sudden loss. Jimmy tore a couple paper towels off to wipe his dick. I didn't want to move as I felt his cum and oil running down the insides of my thighs. No way would paper towels clean up this mess. "Let's take a shower, then lunch." I stepped out of my shorts. I figured he'd probably refuse and leave so I was surprised when he pulled up his shorts and followed me to the bedroom. *** After a quick shower, like two guys in a locker room, and sandwiches we got to work. I was relieved and gratified that Jimmy stayed to help. Between us we got all the plants in the ground and watered before the afternoon was completely gone. I ordered delivery from a nearby Asian restaurant as Jimmy grabbed a beer and headed towards the living room. I heard the tv come on. With the order placed I followed Jimmy. He was on his cell phone and I couldn't help overhearing him explaining that he'd had too much to drink and was crashing at his buddy's house. I figured it was one of his parents on the other end as he told them that his buddy would give him a ride home in the morning. I guessed he'd be spending the night. Catching sight of me he got off the phone and grinned at me, saying, "Mind if I sleep over?" "Um, yeah, of course you're welcome to. Sounds good." Really, what else would I say? "Sorry I didn't give you a heads-up. I'm just worn out and I don't even want to think about going back home yet. Besides, maybe you want me to stay for more than dinner?" "Whatever you want, Jimmy." "Yeah, but what do you want?" I could tell just by the look on his face that he knew exactly what I wanted. He was fucking with me and I smiled in relief. He smiled back, caught. "I want to suck your cock. I want you to ride me as long and hard as you can. Fuck me all night long." Two could play at this game. "As many times as I can get it up you'll give it up?" He was so fucking sexy with that smug little grin and his eyes sparking at me. "Yeah. That's what I want, Jimmy. You up to the challenge?" "I think the challenge will be for you, trying to walk tomorrow." I laughed outright and went off to grab my wallet from the bedroom with a detour to the kitchen for a beer. The food arrived just as we finally agreed on an action flick. We ate and made fun of the cheesy movie. Settling into an easy silence we finished the movie. We were both worn out from working in the yard and I suggested going to bed. I still wasn't sure about how Jimmy would handle sleeping with a man. I pushed my worries aside and stripped down beside the bed. "Maybe we should take a shower? I stink." Jimmy pulled off his shirt, gesturing to his armpits. "I don't mind. I mean, unless you want me to." "That's kinda... raunchy. You're sure?" It must have turned him on because he was already stripping out of the rest of his clothes with alacrity. "I like the way you smell." I figured that the time for holding back for his delicate sensibilities had passed. I was also ready to try something new. I climbed into the bed and laid on my back in the middle. I pulled one of the pillows under my head and another I stuffed under my lower back. Jimmy watched me with quiet intensity. As I spread and raised my legs, my ass rolling up, I saw the light come on in his expression. It felt slutty and incredibly hot to be spread open and waiting for him. This weird power balance between us turned me on in a way that I would never have thought possible. Sex with Jimmy was so different than it had been with Mike, or previous lovers. Jimmy wanted to fuck me and that's all there was to it. He tried to get me off too but it was how he'd treat a female lover, using his dick to fuck me over the edge. I figured he probably wouldn't even care if I didn't cum. I almost didn't care either, it was gratifying that this hung, straight, stud wanted to put it to me. Luckily he was really good with his big cock and I knew I'd be spurting all night from getting my ass pounded. Jimmy grabbed the lube and crawled in front of my splayed legs. My heart sped in anticipation as he opened the lube and slimed his cock up, his whole hand moving up and down the shaft. I'd talked a good game about equal fucking rights among gay couples but the absolute truth was that I was always more of a bottom, especially with Mike. Once in awhile I'd felt the need to prove my masculinity and he'd roll over for me but it wasn't often. We'd never discussed it outright and after the "divorce" I often wondered if maybe I hadn't satisfied all his sexual needs. Maybe if I'd topped more he wouldn't have had to cheat, although I knew he'd gone out and fucked some guy he met at a construction site for one of his buildings. I'd never have to worry about being too much of a bottom for Jimmy. He brought his slick fingers to my hole and eased two in. All his concentration was fixated on the crinkled skin of my opening. I barely had time to adjust to the two fingers before he was nudging the head of his cock into me. I had to wonder if I'd ever get used to the initial penetration of that giant dick, the sharp ache in my clenching ring. Once he felt the squeeze beyond the crown of the head he thrust in to the hilt, going so deep. For one instant I wanted to beg him to pull out. I fought the urge and pulled my knees back tighter to my chest, spreading them wider. Jimmy dropped onto his hands in a push-up position and I let my legs drape over his wide shoulders. When he started to pump he watched my face, trying to figure out my reactions as he dicked me. The fact that he was proud of how well he could fuck me made it even hotter. He closed his eyes and I saw the muscles in his jaw twitching. "Fuck, man, I'm going to cum. But don't worry, I just need to dump this load, take the edge off. I'll keep on fucking you." He was absolutely true to his word. In the next minute I felt him spraying down my insides. His body clenched tight and his rhythm faltered but he never missed a stroke. His cock stayed hard as he alternated the depth and timing of his hammering. In this position he could take really long plunges and he took full advantage of my upturned ass. He plunged into me, my ass opening wide, sliding in and out easily with the lube and his own cum he was churning out of me. I was humming deep in my throat, not even realizing it. It suddenly became too much, I felt like I couldn't control my own body: like I had to shit Jimmy's dick out and couldn't stop. He fucked me harder and I couldn't breathe with the dueling sensations. I grabbed his hips and held him, trying to still him. "Too much," I gasped out. He dropped to his elbows and pressed his thighs close to my ass and back. Bringing my legs closer together, around his neck, he pressed his forearms into the mattress and buried his face in my neck as he pounded me. The new position made me groan but I got my ass back under control, milking his heavy cock and thrusting against him. I was enveloped in his musky scent. He smelled like fresh sweat and the sun. His piece stretched and fit me so tight, making my ass feel so full. I'd have cum just from the feel of that dick coursing into me but the fact that he could fuck like a master as well made it a hundred times better. Fucking me better than any man before him. I came like a hose, semen coating my chest and stomach. He fucked me harder as I came, prolonging my orgasm. After I'd gotten mine he didn't wait for me to recuperate, he just kept on fucking me. I was getting sore and I could feel his dick getting tacky with the mixture of lube and cum. "Hold up, Jimmy. Fuck, just a second." I tried pushing my hands against his muscular chest but it was awkward with him pressed so close and humping me. "Christ, Jimmy. Just wait, let's move around. You've got me bent in half." I must have gotten through to his lust-crazed brain because he relented and shifted onto his knees, straightening up, and let his dick rest inside me. "More lube, too." I relaxed my legs to drape over his upper thighs. They tingled and the muscles in my thighs jumped and spasmed before settling down to a dull ache. Jimmy found the lube and set it on my stomach in the puddle of my cum. He grabbed my legs behind the knee and forced them straight up so he could capture my ankles in each hand. He spread my legs and held them to place my ass in perfect alignment with his hips. Pulling his cock out, he spoke between gritted teeth, "Pour the lube." I retrieved the bottle from my stomach and unhinged the cap. Reaching between my thighs I guessed at where his cock was barely lodged inside me. I drizzled the liquid as he slowly thrust in, sliding easily into my guts. Tossing the lube across the bed I let my hands rest against his ripped thighs. He stared at me as he slowly set to plugging me, cataloguing my every reaction. I cried out at the sweet friction and pressed my head back into the pillow with the sensations he was causing in every inch of my chute. With my hips elevated by the pillow under my back and Jimmy positioning me he had a straight shot into my stuffed ass. When my dick was hard again he picked up his pace. "Fuck me, Jimmy." I was panting, my eyes closing to slits and my fingers digging into the tight muscles of his legs. "Shit, give me that dick. You're so fucking big." He was pushing me up higher on the mattress and adjusted his stance. I reached up and put my hands against the headboard to halt our progress. His hips sped to a blur and the tension in my arms made them quiver. "I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck me, I'm gonna shoot you full. Tell me you want it." Jimmy's face was red, the flush creeping down across his smooth chest. "Do it. I want to feel your cum leaking out of me for days. Plant it deep. Oh, fuck me." My words could barely be heard over the sounds of his flesh slapping mine, the sucking noise of my swollen hole taking his dick hard and fast. He spread my legs just a fraction wider, making me feel the stretch of my inner thighs. I started cumming, staring at his powerful arms spread out like a cross with each muscle defined. Streams of cum washed over me as the pleasure rocketed through me. The hot semen dripped down my sides, mingling with the drying cum already coating my torso. Dimly I realized Jimmy was cumming inside me again and I may have blacked out for a second because the next thing I knew he was collapsed over me. His hot, sweaty weight was welcome and I wrapped my legs around him and pulled the pillow out from under me. Slowly his cock shrank and slipped from me. I tightened my hole to hold the flood of cum inside me. He rose up and rolled me over so he could spoon up against my back. My cum coated his chest and especially his stomach, gluing us together. I heard him mumble something against the back of my head that might have been "Wow." It barely registered through the haze of almost-sleep and I was out like a light.