Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 14:56:20 EDT
From: cap 824 <cap824@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Paper Route Tip

When I was twelve or so, I took over my brother's paper route.  It
consisted of about 60 houses, essentially the entire half of the
neighborhood that I lived in.  Every month, I would have to go and collect
the monthly bill from those customers who chose not to have the newspaper
bill them directly.  I would give all of my customers Christmas cards
because it gave the people who were billed by the company a chance to give
me a tip, and I found that I would get tips from those customers who would
tip me monthly when I collected as well.

I'd learned this Xmas card trick from my brother, and I used it my first
Xmas on the job.  Most people gave me something, usually about $10-15.  But
this one guy gave me $50!  I was stunned.  He lived a few houses down from
me, so I knew him fairly well, and I thought that I should go to his house
the next day to thank him in person for this very generous gift.  My
parents had taught me to thank people for gifts, and I didn't even give a
second thought to stopping by his place as I passed it on my route.
Besides, he was much older than I (I never knew precisely, though he
retired two years later, so I imagine he was somewhere in the range of
early-mid sixties, though he surely didn't look it).

I went to his place, and knocked on the door.  When he came to the door, I
told him that I'd come to thank him for the tip.  He said that it was
nothing.  It was pretty cold and slushy out, out so he invited me in,
offering me something warm to drink.  I went in and asked him why he was
home this early on a weekday (it was about 3:30 pm or so), and he said that
he'd been Xmas shopping and watching movies all day.  Just a day off, I
suppose.  He and I went into the den, me on the sofa and him in a chair
across the room.

He apologized for not getting me that drink that he offered.  He turned on
the TV for me to watch while he was gone, and he went to the kitchen and
made me hot chocolate.  He came back, gave me my drink, sat back down in
the chair, pulled out a cigarette, lit it and leaned back and said,
"Finally comfortable."  I just smiled and sipped my drink.

As we were watching TV, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he had
started rubbing his cock on the outside of his pants.  I tried not to
stare, but the definition of his cock through his khaki pants was
incredible.  He would rub it over his pants, kind of throw his head back
and let out a slight moan.  Then he would stick his hand down his pants and
rub it, jerk it off for a few seconds, take a drag on the cigarette, and
repeat the process.  This went on for almost 20 minutes, and all the while
I just couldn't keep my eyes off of it.  I couldn't understand why I was so
drawn to it, but I just was!  I had to get out of there, so I asked if I
could use the bathroom.  Trying to gain insight into what he was doing, and
why he was doing it in front of me, I started looking around in his
medicine cabinet and around the bathroom.  I found a pretty large lube
selection, a dog collar and whip, a dildo, a vibrator (of course I only had
a slight idea of what these were at the time).  So, I was now kind of
intrigued.  I figured out where he was going with this, and it felt pretty
comfortable, so why not follow along?

I went back into the den, took off my coat, and sat down.  But this time, I
sat in the chair next to him, not in on the sofa.  He looked over and
smiled.  I asked what kinds of movies he was watching earlier, and he said
that he'd put one on and see what I thought.  So he got up and put in the
movie, and I asked him what it was about.  He said that it was about two
guys, a package deliveryman and the guy who was getting the package.  I was
still naive at this point, and was mildly surprised to see two guys fucking
when the movie started playing.  He lit another cigarette, and resumed
stroking his cock in and outside of his pants.  This time, I stared without
flinching.  He was getting off on my watching, I suppose, and he asked if I
liked what I was seeing.  I nodded.  He pulled his cock out of his pants
and undressed to his underwear, which he then pulled off to his ankles.  He
was very tan, had a pretty smooth chest, beautifully dark nipples, and a
slim figure.  I kept staring, but I pulled out my cock too.

He smiled and said, "I was hoping you'd do that."  We just sat there
watching these guys (there were now three of them) going at it on the TV,
and jerked off.  That is, until I made the next move.

I took off all of my clothes too.

I said, "I guess if you're naked, I should be too."

He said, "That is a very good idea, Matt.  Why don't you come and sit on my
lap?"

So, I did.  His hard man cock slid in between my boy ass cheeks.  I could
feel the warmth of his dick, and it sent chills through me.  He asked me to
lean back so that I was lying right on top of him, and he started stroking
my hair.  Then he kissed me.  It was a short peck on the lips, but then he
kissed me again.  And this time, it was a long, wet kiss.

I felt him open his mouth, so I opened mine.  His tongue came in and began
to massage mine.  Being that I was only twelve, I purely followed his lead.
His tongue consumed my mouth.  With his hands, he was beginning to move
down my torso, and as soon as he reached my nipples, he motioned for me to
flip over so that I would be straddling his cock and facing him.  He moved
my hand to his left nipple, and showed me how to squeeze it and play with
it.  We resumed kissing as we played with each other's nipples.

In complete nakedness, his kisses and gentle tugs at my nipples were pure
ecstasy.

I said, "Please don't stop."

He smiled and resumed, though now he was a little more aggressive with the
kissing and with my virgin nipples.  Our kisses became lustful and filled
with fury.  He began breathing very heavily, and started kissing his way to
my nipple.  He took my right nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it.
He ran his tongue around it and even bit it a little.  I throw my head
back, in pure sensory overload.  I started to moan.  He took this as a
sign, and worked on the other for a while.  He looked me in the eyes, took
my hands and put them on his cock.  It was still ranging hard, about 8"
cut, with a huge head.  For a while, I just held my hands on it and felt
the warmth of his manhood, but after a while, I started to stroke it as he
had done to it before.  I slid down so that now I was kneeling on the
floor, right in front of his cock.  He took a drag off of his cigarette,
and watched me jerk him off, with the sounds of furious grunting from the
porn in the background.  I picked up my pace, and he told me to put one of
my hands on his balls and to play with them.  With his warm cock in my
right hands and his large balls in my left, I smiled at him.

After stroking his cock for a while, he stopped me.  He said, "Matt, watch
the movie for a minute.  Do you see what that one guy is doing to the
other?"

"It looks like he's sucking the other one's dick," I said.

"Exactly," he said.  "Why don't you try doing that on my cock?"  I
hesitated.  His dick was really big, and I didn't know what I was doing.
Sensing my hesitation, he said, "Don't be worried.  It's just like sucking
on a lollipop.  Besides, it feels really good."

"Ok, John, I'll try," I said.

He smiled and said, "Why don't you call me, 'Daddy,' Matt?  Just for fun."

I smiled and said, "Ok Daddy."

I moved my head toward his cock's big mushroom tip that was oozing with
pre- cum.  I put my mouth over it and started sucking.  He let out a loud
moan.  After a while of working on his head, he put his hand behind my head
and began slowly moving it further and further down his man cock.  I looked
up and smiled.  He said, "Oh, you're so good at this, Matt.  Daddy feels so
good right now.  Just keep breathing."  That was all of the encouragement
that I needed, and I took more and more of his cock in my mouth.  I got
about halfway down and felt that was all I could take.  But I started
gliding up and down his cock, starting out slowly and picking up speed.  He
put my hand at the base of his cock and said, "Use your tongue on the under
side of Daddy's dick, Matt."  I started doing so and began to play with his
balls with my other hand.  His head was back and he was moaning regularly
and loudly.  I was moving pretty quickly now, caressing his cock with my
wet boy lips and I moved up and down his hot shaft.  While my head was
bobbing up and down over his cock, he used one of his hands to play with
one of his nipples, and smoking with the other.  His moans kept getting
louder and louder, and his breathing heavier and heavier.  All of a sudden,
he moved my head off of his cock.  He started jerking off and he told me to
leave my head in front of his cock.  He was jerking off quite furiously and
then he shot his huge load of cum all over my face and torso.

Once he had cooled off for a second, he wiped some of his cum off of me,
and asked if I would like to taste it.  Having seen the guys in the video
do this, I nodded.  His cum was so sweet, like nectar.  He got a towel to
clean the rest up, and he asked me to sit in the chair next to him and jerk
off while he watched me.  I did so, and came soon thereafter.  I shot all
over my torso, and he came over and licked it all off.

After a minute of cuddling on the couch, I saw the clock and noticed that I
was nearly a full half an hour late in delivering the rest of that day's
papers.  I quickly dressed, and headed for the door.  He gave me a deep
kiss and thanked me as I left.  I said, "You're welcome, Daddy."  Funny how
he ended up thanking me.