Date: Sat, 19 Dec 2009 18:56:27 -0800 (PST) From: Baron Subject: Morning Delivery Morning Delivery Copyright 2009 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 or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now. (If you are living in one of those jurisdictions you would do better to move now.) This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to someone I know. 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 let me know -- questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged -- flames will be ignored. MORNING DELIVERY The morning delivery of a newspaper by a carrier boy is basically a thing of that past these days, but in the past it was an easy way for a boy to make money for those little things that a boy often needs without having to beg for money from his parents and then justify where every cent went. The area in which I lived was one of those special places where that sort of thing still happened. Ron and Larry had taken on the route back last winter and I really thought they had it figured out -- they each ran the route three days a week on his own and then because the paper on Sunday was so large they did that one together. Back when I had been doing that I would have loved to have a brother who could have helped out a bit so that I could sleep in once in a while, only such wasn't the case. I was generally up and just about to leave for work when the boys delivered the paper, often I met them in the driveway. It was a bit of a surprise when both of them were there that morning as I storing things into my car. The first thing I noticed was that despite a bit of a chill that early in the morning before the sun had even risen neither of the boys was wearing a shirt; however, Larry did have something that he appeared to be holding in both hands. I guess my curiosity showed on my face. "Good morning, Mr. Allen," Ron said as he handed me the folded newspaper. I tossed it into the car and turned back to the boys, I knew they were going to ask me something, but I wasn't going to ask what it was -- that was going to be up to them. "Uh, Mr. Allan, we have a bit of a problem," Larry said as Ron gave him a strange look. "Okay, I have a bit of a problem," he finally said. "Oh, what's that?" Ron pulled whatever it had been covering his brother's hands off and then pulled his hands up into the air in front of him. I smiled; standing in front of me Larry was wearing a pair of regulation police handcuffs. "Interesting!" was all I said. "We were sort of hoping that you might be able to help us get these things off. You told me that you were a police officer at one time and we were hoping you might still have a key for these." Larry started to turn a bit red. "Well, I might be able to help you with that," I said feeling a stirring at just the thought of that lovely young guy helpless in my handcuffs. I noted that Ron still had a bunch of papers to be delivered. "Why don't you finish your deliveries and I'll take Larry inside and see what I can do for him." Ron didn't say anything else; he just started back up the street, delivering the papers. The look Larry gave me said `what do I need to do now.' "Let's see what I can do for you back in my workshop," I said as I headed down the driveway. I had a two-car garage in the back of my house with a small apartment above it. No one had actually lived there is a number of years, but I used it as a playroom from time to time. Also one of the stalls in the garage had been fixed up as a workshop and it was there that I led Larry. "Are you going to cut them off?" Larry asked, a bit of worry in his voice. "That wasn't the plan; I suspect I have a key that will fit them somewhere." Like on my keychain I added to myself silently. I started noisily pawing through a drawer as if looking for a key. "How did you end up like this?" I asked. Larry stood there silently. "Come on, what can be so bad that you can't tell me, I thought we were friends." After a moment the boy replied. "You know where we live, don't you?" he asked. "Sure." "Well, that house is rather small so we have to share a bedroom." I nodded. "We also have to share a bed," he added after a short delay. "So what, lots of boys have to do that in small houses." He nodded. "But we do more than sleep together in the bed." He turned a bright red. "And?" "Well, we like to tie each other up at night in the nude." I smiled. "There's nothing wrong with that as far as I'm concerned." Larry started to relax a bit. "I was afraid that you might not help us if I told you that." "Why not?" "My mother is always saying that to let anyone see you naked is a sin and that people who do that will be sent to hell." "Sheesh! Is that all you're worried about?" He nodded. "Are you still going to help me?" "Sure, why not?" I paused. "Okay, so I can see why you couldn't put on a shirt, but what about Ron?" "We felt that it would look more normal if both of us weren't wearing a shirt." "So, what were you going to do if I had already left for work?" "Well, we know that when we are running late you come back for your paper within an hour or so, so we were going to just hide in your back yard until we heard you come back into the driveway." I have to admit it, they did have a plan, and for that matter, it was one that I rather liked as well. But, was I really so predictable? "So, what happened to the key you have been using?" "Ron dropped it and it fell into the heating vent and he couldn't find it. And I couldn't be much help in the dark with my hands tied behind my back." "So how did you get your hands in front of you?" "With a little bit of help from Ron I managed to get them over my ass like they are now." I beckoned Larry over to the counter where I was standing. "Let me see those cuffs," I said. "I need to take another look to make sure that I'm looking for the right key." I pulled out a similar key that I knew wouldn't do the job. "Nope, this isn't it, your cuffs have a slightly smaller keyhole, and this isn't going to go the trick. I may have to make something." About that moment I heard someone knocking on the workshop door. "Would you go open the door?" I asked. Larry held up his cuffed wrists. "I'm sure it is just your brother." I got a bit of a chuckle as Larry still stayed behind the door as he opened it, just in the remote chance that it wasn't Ron. "Were you able to get him free?" Ron asked as he headed over to where I was. "What does it look like?" Larry snarled, rattling the cuffs. "Calm down boys, from what it sounds like to me you both had a hand in this problem." I pulled out a pair of cuffs much like the ones that Larry was wearing and put them on the counter. Now what's in it for me to release Larry here?" I asked. The boys looked at one another and then back at me. "We don't have much money right now," Larry said at last. "I don't want your money." "Then what do you want?" "You can't figure that out?" I asked. "You told him what happened didn't you?" Ron asked. "I thought that we had agreed not to tell him that." "Look, I'm the one standing here in handcuffs, I told him and even more important he isn't going to throw us out of here because of it." He turned toward me, "And you're not going to tell our parents, are you?" "The only way I can think of that they are going to know is if you tell them." Both boys relaxed. "However," I said. Both of them stared directly at me. "I am going to take the morning off and we are going to play a little bit." "Uh, what do we need to do?" Ron asked. "Well, I think that you should be cuffed just like your brother." Ron came over to me and put his hands together in front of him. "In back," I said. Ron started to say something and then changed his mind, turned around and let me cuff his hands behind his back. Next I picked a key off the peg board above the work shelf and opened one of the cuffs that held Larry's hands together. Then I pulled the boy's hands behind him and relocked the cuff. "You knew where that key was all the time didn't you?" Larry asked. "Moi?" I stood between the now shirtless and helpless youths. "Let's go up to my playroom." I saw the boys give each other a glance that sort of asked `what have we gotten into now.' "Only I think you really have a couple of things that you need to leave down here first," I smiled. I reached over and pulled on the waistbands of both boys' short pants. As the shorts fell down to their ankles I noted that neither of them was wearing any underwear. Both of the boys stepped out of the shorts and sandals which were the only things they had been wearing and then they followed me up the stairs to the small apartment above the garage. * * * * * The apartment consisted of three rooms and a small bathroom. We came up in the kitchen which was a bit gloomy, the windows appeared to be painted over [they were] so only a bit of daylight managed to penetrate inside. The other rooms appeared to be as dark as night and the only light came from the little bit that can through where the kitchen windows had allowed a bit of light to enter. I left my helpless charges into one of the other rooms, turning on a dim red light that seemed to give the entire room a somewhat sinister feel. All the walls as well as the ceiling and floor were black and, while from the outside there appeared to be a window and curtains, there weren't any openings in the walls for windows from the inside. There was a large bed with a rubber sheet, a couple of chairs, one which didn't have any seat in the middle, a small closet and a black chest. Scattered around the room there were steel rings at various heights, some of them with other things hanging from them. Both of the boys looked a bit worried, but when I looked down between their legs it was equally obvious that they were very excited about what was going to happen. I pulled the two naked boys tight against my sides. "What do you think should happen now?" I asked with a smile. "I, uh, I guess that is up to you now," Larry said, just a bit of a tremor in his voice. "You're right as far as it goes; only I would sort of like to know just what sort of playing around you do with one another at night." The looks on their faces said that they were trying to decide just what to tell me, and since they couldn't actually ask each other about that at the moment they were worried that someone would tell me too much. Fantastic, I love to watch boys like that when they are not sure just what they should or shouldn't tell me. My experience has been that in the long run they end up telling me a lot more than they would have if I had just asked questions. I just stood there and didn't say anything. Finally Ron started to speak. "We do sex stuff," he said. "I sort of suspected that, but what sort of sex stuff?" I asked in turn. I wasn't going to let them off the hook that easy -- this was developing into a real fun morning. "Uh, well, we play with each other," Larry said quietly. "How?" They looked at each other. "We trade off being cuffed, and then the guy who is cuffed has to suck the other guy's cock," Ron finally said. "So today was Larry's turn to be tied up?" "Yeah." "And?" Another pause. "I sucked Ron and then we went to sleep. I wanted to try sleeping all night in the cuffs, we hadn't done that before, but it sounded real hot. And it was hot until this morning when Ron lost the key." "You're the one who pushed against me and made me drop the key," Ron said. I didn't say anything; it was far too much fun just watching the two of them. "I said I was sorry, and I even sucked you off and helped you to get your hands in front of you. And it was my idea to ask Mr. Allen to help." "Okay boys, it doesn't really make any difference who did what to whom, now you both are here and I do have a key to release you." Only that wasn't going to be right away, of that you could be sure. "What looks wrong with the way things are at the moment?" I asked the boys. "What do you mean?" Ron asked. I didn't say anything. The boys looked at one another and then back to me. "Well, you are the only one in the room who isn't nude. Is that want you meant?" Larry asked. I nodded my head. "What can we do about that?" Larry asked, "Our hands are cuffed behind us, that sort of makes us rather helpless." "There are two of you and you can still use your mouth can't you?" Ron dropped down to his knees and started working on my belt buckle. Larry turned his back and started to use his hands to pull my shirt out of my waistband. I slapped his hand away. "Use your teeth like your brother," I ordered. It took Larry a minute or so to get the hand of doing what I wanted, but then he was able to get a good grip and when I bent down a bit he managed to pull my polo shirt completely over my head. At the same time Ron had managed to open my waistband and my trousers fell down to my ankles. I kicked off my shoes and stepped from the pants. Now I was standing there in just a pair of briefs. My rigid tool was building a large tent in the front of my y-fronts. Each of the helpless boys bit into a side of the waistband and together they managed to pull them down, though it did take a bit of effort to get things stretched enough to get over my throbbing erection. Finally I stood there as naked as the boys; the only difference was that I still had the use of my hands. I pulled the boy's bodies tight against my own and then reached down and took a youthful erection in each hand. I led them over to the bed and all three of us lay down, without my ever losing the cocks in my hands. "What are you going to do with us now?" Ron asked. "I'm not sure, have either of you ever been fucked?" They both shook their heads `no'. "Doesn't that hurt a lot," Larry asked. I smiled. "It hurts so good," I said. I could see that they were unsure just what I meant by that. "It does hurt a little bit at first, but then it feels so good that you don't ever want it to be removed." The boys looked at each other, I could see them mentally asking if that was possible. "If we let you fuck us you will let us loose?" Ron asked. I nodded. After a minute I broke the silence. "I'll tell you what, if I fuck Ron I'll let Larry loose, or if I fuck Larry I will let Ron loose." "Why aren't you going to let both of us go?" "I will if I fuck both of you," I said with a smile. The boys looked across me at one another. After a moment in unison they said, "Deal!" "Who is first?" I asked. "I'll do it, I did drop the key." "Okay, then Larry you had better start sucking on me so that I have some lubrication the first time I plow into your brother." Now I was talking about something that Larry knew about, he bend around and started working his lips and tongue around my growing erection. I wasn't huge by any way you measured it, but I wasn't small either -- my hard-on grew to a respectable 7 ½ inches and close to 2 inches in diameter. Larry took the mushroom-shaped cockhead into his mouth clamping his lips around the glans and washing is tongue all over the invader. I kept my hand around Ron's rigid member and enjoyed the sensation of the obviously experienced cocksucker who was devoting all of his attention to my equally hard cock. Ron looked up to me and I could see that he was worried. Softly I explained that while Larry's efforts were quite appreciated, I intended to use a bit of lubricant as well -- I didn't want to hurt him. I could feel the stirring in my balls that told me if I didn't stop him soon I was going to end up shooting that load into Larry's mouth instead of Ron's rectum. I pulled him off my erection, wrapped a bit of lube around it and pressed the purple mushroom-shaped head again the rosebud of the helpless boy's asshole. "Larry, why don't you suck on Ron as I fuck him, that will make him relax a bit more so that, allowing me to enter him without as must difficulty." I pulled Ron onto me, guiding my hard-on toward its destination and allowing Larry to capture his brother's erection. Larry lost his balance a bit with his hands still tied so he ended falling forward, placing more of his weight onto Ron, allowing my cockhead to press into his waiting rectum. "UGH!" Ron gasped as his sphincter clamped around the glans of my meaty invader. I just held him there without moving to allow his asshole to grow accustomed to being filled in this fashion. After a short delay I started pulling down on the boy's body, slowly pushing my erection further and further into his bowels -- initially Ron gasped and whined a bit but then he started wiggling his ass back, trying to get more and more of me inside me. Eventually I felt his asscheeks press against my groin and I knew he had all of it. Again I held still for a bit, allowing him to experience my man-tool, then I started pushing in up along the cockshaft until once again only my cockhead was captured in his boy pussy. At once I pulled him back, burying the shaft inside the teenage boy's asshole until once again his ass was directly against my groin. Now I started building a rhythmic cycle, moving him up and down my erection, each stroke a bit faster. Suddenly Ron's body shuddered and I felt him blasting his boy-spunk into his brother's sucking mouth -- that was all it took -- my nuts tightened up and I blew a huge wad of fuck juice deep into the boys bowels. My orgasm was so intense that I was afraid I was going to shoot him off my cock much the same way a covering is shot from a straw. Larry backed away from his brother as I fell forward with the helpless youth beneath me. Slowly my member returned to a flaccid state eventually withdrawing with an audible `pop". I could have fallen asleep right then only it was still morning and I knew that I was going to have to go to work before too much longer. "Let me see now," I said, "I've fucked Ron so I'm to let Larry loose." I retrieved my pants, found my keychain and motioned Larry to come over to me. "Turn around; I'm going to let you loose." "Mr. Allen, I really want you to fuck me too before you release me," the boy said quietly. "I'm going to do that for sure, only it is going to have to wait until tomorrow, I have to get to work now. Now I could just keep both you both cuffed I guess, but I don't see how you would be able to deliver tomorrow's paper that way." Both boys laughed. "I'm not sure how my mom would feel about that either for that matter," Ron added. I released both boys and then they stood and waited while I dressed before heading back downstairs to the workshop where they had left the little bit of clothing they had been wearing. "Tomorrow is Saturday, we can be here after we finish the paper route if you would like," Larry said. I nodded my agreement and then watched as the boys headed off down the driveway. * * * * * It has been said that the best laid plans of mice and men forever go astray -- I have good reason to believe it. Before the day was over I ended up on an airplane headed to England where I ended up having to spend almost three months before I came back home. I had called my neighbor to ask her to pick up my mail and stop the newspaper until I returned, but I couldn't ask her to tell the boys that I had to wait to finish our little fuck session. When I got home I found that I had a new paperboy, an old man who just threw it out of a car window. I drove by the house where Ron and Larry lived, but there was a black family living there and when I asked about the boys I was told that they didn't know anything about them -- they had only moved in a couple of weeks ago. Wherever you are boys, I'm still holding that fuck ready for you. The End