Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2022 09:31:00 -0700
From: BB <backwoodsnatureboy@gmail.com>
Subject: Paperboy

Paperboy

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************

Shane didn't wear underwear. Danny knew that because they'd been in
seventh-grade PE together the past semester. He'd made the discovery in the
locker room one day when Shane pulled on his Levi's, carefully stowed his
cock inside, and slowly fastened the buttons - except for the top
one. Danny hadn't realized he'd been staring until he looked up past
Shane's hard abs and chest and found the fourteen-year-old watching him, a
knowing smile on his face.

"Got you hard, didn't I, buddy?"

Danny blushed and looked down at his four-inch woodie - and quickly pulled
on his tighty-whiteys. Shane squeezed the younger boy's shoulder.

"It's okay, buddy."

Danny found his voice.

"Why don't you wear underpants?"

Shane reached inside his Levi's and adjusted his stiffening pole.

"Because it feels better without them." He winked. "And it's easier to get
it out. Especially when it's hard."

Danny understood. For jacking off, of course, something that he'd only
recently become aware of.

More than a year older than most of his classmates, Shane's September
birthday had made him the oldest to start with, and then he'd been held
back in the second grade. Where Danny and one or two of the others had a
little fuzz between their legs, Shane had a full growth of pubic hair and
the beginnings of a dusky treasure trail. Hair wasn't the only thing that
had grown, and the other boys were secretly envious.

While not the brightest crayon in the box, Shane was easy-going and got
along well with his classmates. Danny had taken notice of him early in the
school year, and wanted to get to know him better, but, other than PE, they
had no classes together. Outside of the school setting, Shane hung around
with a couple of boys his age - paperboys he worked with.

But Danny made the most of PE - getting a locker close to Shane, going to
the shower with him, and doing his best to be on the same team. He wasn't
sure if Shane noticed his efforts, but the older boy was always friendly
and called him buddy. Being Shane's buddy was important to Danny.

Danny had previously noted that Shane didn't towel himself completely dry
after his shower, as opposed to Danny himself who fastidiously removed
every drop of water. Shane's broad back was always wet when he pulled on
his white muscle shirt. Although a minor thing, it spoke to Danny of the
older boy's relaxed approach to life. Like not wearing a belt. And leaving
a button unfastened. And going without underwear.

Danny left the locker room that day with a damp t-shirt. And when he got to
his hallway locker, he took off his belt and hung it inside.

************

When he got home, Danny went to his room and stripped. Then he put on his
JCPenney jeans and carefully zipped them up. He would have preferred
button-up Levi's like Shane's, but his parent's could only afford the cheap
imitation.

Shane was right - the denim felt good, especially against his
suddenly-stiff cock. He stood in front of the full-length mirror and
checked himself out. Blond, slender, and pale without his summer tan, he
was a far cry from Shane's dark, muscular good looks. He needed something
to be more like Shane.

Getting a pair of scissors from the bathroom, Danny cut the sleeves off one
of his t-shirts, creating a makeshift muscle shirt. Putting it on, he stood
in front of the mirror again. This was better. He flexed his biceps. Not
too bad for a kid who was just short of thirteen.

Unzipping his jeans, Danny pulled out his boner, also a far cry from
Shane's. He stroked it gently, and then spit on his hand and stroked it
less gently. He smiled at his reflection. He was a stud - like Shane. He
stroked a little harder. He'd jacked off a couple of times lying on his
back, but this was how Shane would do it - watching himself in the mirror.

Engrossed in the process, Danny hadn't thought about the ending, which came
quickly. With a gasp of surprise, his knees buckled and he pasted sperm
against the mirror.

He quickly stuffed his shrinking cock into his jeans and carefully zipped
them up. Slipping down the hallway into the bathroom, he wet a washcloth
and returned to clean up the mess he'd made. He'd have to be more careful
in the future. It wouldn't do for his mom to find dried jizz on his closet
door mirror.

His mom would also wonder why there was no underwear in his laundry hamper,
so he'd have to remember to put a clean pair in there every couple of days.

************

The newspaper shack stood on one corner of a large vacant lot, alone except
for an aging sign proclaiming the property to be the future home of The
Church of the Second Coming. It was a toss-up as to whether the shack or
the sign, an optimistic token of unrealized expectations, was the most
dilapidated.

The shack itself was the source of the daily news for about three hundred
nearby homes. Deposited by a delivery van around five in the morning to
five waiting teenagers, the newspapers would all be on doorsteps, or in
steel delivery tubes, within an hour or so. Some would be delivered by
bicycle, others on foot.

Danny had wanted to be a paperboy for as long as he could remember, and
even more so once he found out Shane was. It was one of the few employment
opportunities available to a thirteen-year-old, and he'd waited anxiously
to be old enough. Tomorrow, the first Monday after school was out, his
dream would come true. Shane was taking a new, longer route, so his old one
had become available. He'd recommended Danny as his replacement, and The
Tribune had authorized the change.

Danny's alarm clock went off at four-thirty. Dressing quickly, he went to
the kitchen, filled a bowl with Wheaties and milk, and sat down at the
table. Today there would be no time to re-read the information on the
cereal box for the umpteenth time, but he did read the encouraging note his
mom had left him: "Good job, Danny. Have fun."

In the pale light and chill air of early dawn, Danny left the house with
his new paper-carrying bag in place on his shoulders. He was glad he was
starting in June rather than December - he could learn the route in the
daylight.

Shane would be showing him the ropes, after which the two of them would
also deliver the papers on Shane's new route. It would be an educational
morning.

Arriving at the shack, he found the delivery van pulling away. Three older
boys he knew only by sight leaned against the outside wall. The oldest of
the three took a draw on his cigarette, exhaled, and looked at Danny with
the cynical eye of imagined maturity.

"What are you doing here, kid?"

"I'm the new paperboy for route four."

"Bullshit, you gotta be thirteen."

"I am thirteen."

"Who do you think you're kidding? Get the fuck outta here."

Shane spoke from behind his replacement, quietly but firmly. "Shut up and
don't give Danny any crap, Kent. He's taking over my route."

The bravado disappeared immediately - after a face-saving response, that
is.

"No shit? Next thing you know, they'll be hiring first-graders."

Shane put his hand on Danny's shoulder.

"Danny, the loudmouth blockhead is Kent. He's fifteen, and he's been doing
this the longest, has the most papers to deliver, and thinks he knows
everything. The other two are my friends, Mateo and Scott. They're both
fourteen and great guys. Now, we all oughta be folding papers."

Differentiating between Mateo and Scott was easy. Contrasting with Scott's
blond buzz cut and blue eyes, Mateo's longer black hair, dark eyes, and
light brown skin corresponded directly to the heritage suggested by his
name. Beyond that, dressed in Keds, Levi's, and white t-shirts, they could
well have been twins.

At an age where size and age often established the pecking order, Danny
briefly wondered how it was that Shane commanded the respect of the oldest
and most experienced carrier. There wasn't time to think about that,
though.

As Danny entered the shack for the first time, he took stock of his
surroundings, which were simple. The shack was about fifteen by twenty
feet, the size of his parents' bedroom, with the door at the center of one
end. Along one wall was a four-foot-wide, waist-high workbench. Five piles
of papers sat on the bench, one for each route. A single bare light bulb in
the center of the room was the only source of light, other than a small
window above the workbench. At the far end of the bench, a king size
mattress stood upright against the wall. Danny was curious.

"Why the mattress?"

Shane laughed. "The guy who had my route before me had a hard time getting
up on weekends, so they gave him a key to the building and let him sleep
here."

"Who else has a key?"

"Only the guy who brings the papers. Now, let me show you how to fold
newspapers."

Besides folding the papers, there were lessons on how to get the most
papers in the carrying bag and how to balance the front and back. There
were also some plans for the day.

"I usually use my bicycle, but today we'll both walk. Our routes are short
enough that we can get all of the papers in our bags. We'll deliver yours
first. I wanna make sure you know the route, and that means more than just
where the houses are."

In the course of the next hour, Danny learned who had delivery tubes, who
wanted the paper through their mail slot, which dogs to watch out for, and
who was hard to collect from. Then they had to speed up to get Shane's
papers delivered on time.

They finished next to a neighborhood park and found a bench to relax
on. Shane looked at Danny and smiled.

"You look beat."

"I am."

"It gets better. Tomorrow will be easier. You'll have to do your own fifty
papers, but you won't have to walk as far. Don't forget to update your
information when you get home, and to bring your subscriber list
tomorrow. And if you think of any questions, you can ask me in the
morning."

"Okay."

"And Saturday, I'll help you with your first collection day."

************

The third day, Danny learned why Shane had clout. Danny had arrived first,
and was folding his papers when Kent showed up.

"Well, look who's here. Right on top of things." He began to stuff Danny's
folded papers into his bag. "Thanks for doing my work for me."

Danny wasn't having any of it. "Those are mine, you jerk. Fold your own."

Scott and Mateo came through the door.

"What's up?"

"Danny boy doesn't understand he's supposed to fold my papers for
me. That's what the junior boy is supposed to do. Got a problem with that,
Danny?"

Danny did have a problem with it, and was vocal about it. That was the
excuse the bully was looking for. Danny was fighting back against punches
when Kent suddenly found himself collapsed against the wall, gasping for
breath. Holding Kent in place, Shane spoke softly.

"Is there a problem, Danny?"

"Yeah. Kent took the papers I'd folded. And when I told him not to, he
tried to beat me up."

"Is that true, Kent?"

"No, he's lying."

Shane slammed Kent against the wall so hard the building shook and the
light bulb in the ceiling shattered. Then he spoke as quietly as before.

"I don't believe you." He shoved Kent towards the door. "Get out of here."

Kent fled, and Shane locked the door behind him before turning to Danny.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"Good, let's all fold papers. I'll let him back in when we're finished."

Shane, Mateo, and Scott began to fold their papers and load their bags as
if nothing had happened. Overcoming his shock, Danny joined them. They
worked in silence for a couple of minutes before Shane looked towards
Danny.

"He tried that on me my first week here. He won't bother you again."

"What did you do to him? How did you do that so fast?"

"Martial arts. You oughta think about learning karate."

"I will."

************

Collecting was another lesson in interacting with others. Shane watched
while Danny did the talking at the first few houses, and then gave him some
advice.

"It's fine to introduce yourself by name, but say, 'your paperboy, Danny',
because that's how they think of you. Most people will be surprised you're
there to collect, even though you do it every week at the same time. Almost
all of them will pay up, and most give good tips, especially at
Christmas. If they say they don't have the money, let it go once. The
second week, politely tell them delivery will be stopped until they pay
what they owe. That usually solves the problem, but if not, don't listen to
excuses and don't give in. It's your money they're not paying you."

They stopped at a couple of homes where people were moving in, and Shane
showed Danny how to get a new subscription. And he had specific
instructions at selected homes.

"Don't go inside that house. The guy who lives there is weird."

"That lady came to the door naked once. I think she has a thing for younger
guys."

"If that kid offers you a tip and invites you inside, do it. He gives good
head."

Danny had no idea what good head was, and he was reluctant to ask. But he
was about to find out.

************

The Sunday paper was a pain in the ass with additional papers, and inserts
to be added to each one. Kent's dad was going to drive him around. Scott,
Mateo, and Shane owned bicycles with baskets in front or over the back
wheel. Danny stuffed as many unfolded papers as he could into his bag, but
about a dozen remained on the workbench. He commented to Shane.

"I'll have to come back for the rest."

Shane chuckled. "I had to do that my first week. It works, but I'm sure
you'll come up with something better."

Danny headed out on his route, grumbling a little and rolling the papers
only if they needed to go into a delivery tube. By the time he headed back,
he was sure that the others had finished and gone home. But when he arrived
at the shack, he found Mateo's and Shane's bicycles leaning against the
wall and his remaining papers in Shane's basket. Curious, he started to
enter the shack, but was stopped in his tracks by what he saw.

Shane was leaning against the back wall. His shirt lay on the workbench,
and his Levi's were unbuttoned. Kneeling in front of him, Mateo's head
bobbed up and down on his hard shaft. Shane's hands rested on the sides of
Mateo's head, and his hips moved slightly forward each time Mateo's mouth
moved down. Shane was speaking softly.

"Yeah, like that, Mateo... You're really good at this... Okay, I'm gonna
cum now."

Shane stopped moving. Mateo's head moved a couple more times and then he
swallowed hard. Pulling off, he stood up. Shane grinned at him.

"Thanks, Mateo. That was great. Just like last time."

Quickly backing away from the door, Danny grabbed his papers out of Shane's
basket and hurried away.

Stunned by what he'd seen, Danny delivered the rest of the papers on
autopilot before returning home. Sitting on his bed, he thought some
more. Now he knew what giving head meant. Shane had enjoyed it, and having
someone else do that to you probably meant it was better than jacking off.

But why did Shane leave the door open? The answer came to him
quickly. Shane wanted Danny to know what he was doing - what went on in the
newspaper shack. Shane was looking towards the door the whole time, and
probably knew Danny had watched.

Standing up, Danny pulled off his shirt, unzipped his jeans, and stood in
front of the mirror. As he watched himself stroke his shaft, he thought
about what he'd seen. It made him harder, and when he blew his load, it
felt better than ever before.

************

The days turned into a couple of weeks. Danny now used his bicycle. He
quickly learned how to balance the extra weight of the full newspaper
bag. He found an old basket in a nearby vacant lot, and his dad helped him
mount it on his bike.

Danny never let on to Shane that he'd seen anything unusual, and Shane
never raised the subject. But Danny started riding past the shack after he
was done with his route to see if anyone else was there. Maybe he could
watch again and learn more.

After a couple of weeks, Danny had enough money to make a planned
purchase. His mom took him to a couple of clothing stores, and he came home
with a muscle shirt and a pair of shrink-to-fit, button-fly Levi's. After
his mom had washed them, they fit just snug enough to show his middle leg -
like Shane's did.

The next day, Danny wore his new clothes to do his paper route, a little
nervous about how Shane would react, if he even noticed. Shane noticed, and
his eyes twinkled a little as he commented.

"Nice duds, buddy."

Danny blushed.

"Thanks... buddy."

"Scott, Mateo, check this out."

The two boys stopped folding papers. Shane lifted the front of the younger
boy's shirt.

"Muscle shirt, Levi's, no belt, top button open, a little fur
showing... Anything underneath, Danny?"

Danny grinned happily. "Nope."

Mateo poked Scott. "Does he remind you of anyone?"

Scott thought for a moment. "Hmm... Do you think he's trying to look like
Shane?"

Shane smiled. "He could be my little bro."

Danny glowed with happiness. Being Shane's little bro was even better than
being his buddy.

************

It was the following Saturday, after he'd made his collection round, that
Danny again found two bicycles leaning against the shack. This time the
bikes were Shane's and Scott's, and the door was locked. He looked around
and noticed the window was open. Peeking inside, he discovered this vantage
point was closer to the action. Like Mateo, Scott was giving Shane a blow
job. But unlike Mateo, Scott didn't finish.

Pulling off, Scott stood up and dropped his Levi's, and then braced himself
against the workbench not more than six feet away from the window. Shane
pulled a tube out of his pocket and spread some of the contents on his
boner and Scott's ass crack. Then he moved in behind the other boy. Sliding
a couple of fingers inside Scott's boy-hole, he worked them around for
several seconds before removing them.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

Danny looked on in amazement as Shane's pole disappeared inside Scott's
hole. Scott grimaced slightly, but said nothing. And then he smiled. Danny
couldn't believe that Scott liked something that was most certainly
painful.

Shane began to slide his pole in and out, slowly, in no hurry. Several
minutes later, he closed his eyes and grunted softly. Then he slowly pulled
out and playfully slapped Scott on the ass.

"You're a great fuck, Scott."

Quietly slipping away, Danny headed for home.

************

Danny again took refuge in his room and sat on his bed to think. The door
to the shack had been locked because they didn't want to be interrupted,
but the window was open so they could be heard. Once again, he was sure
that Shane wanted him to know.

He wondered how it felt to have something like Shane's boner
inside. Stripping off his clothes, he stretched out on his bed and tried to
insert a finger. He needed lubricant. Good old spit would do for now. He
got a finger in as far as the first knuckle, but it was awkward and a lot
smaller than Shane's shaft.

So, what could he find that resembled Shane's pole? Maybe a hairbrush? No,
the bristles would rub on his legs. Coke bottle? Too big. Perhaps a
screwdriver handle? He was leary of the sharp point. Then he remembered a
set of rubber-grip socket wrenches that his dad kept in the garage. That
would work.

He needed a better lubricant. What was in that tube that Shane used at the
shack? He closed his eyes. It said K-Y on the side. He'd seen that
somewhere. In the bathroom. Now he wondered why it was there.

Danny's dad was at work and his mom was gone for the morning. Pulling on
his Levi's, he padded barefoot to the garage and found the wrenches. He
selected the one with the biggest handle - about four inches long and an
inch in diameter. Shane's pole was longer than that, but the diameter was
right.

Returning to the house, he went to the bathroom and found the K-Y Jelly. He
also grabbed a bath towel - he didn't want stains on his bedspread for his
mom to ask about. Returning to his room, he took off his Levi's and locked
the door. Spreading the towel on the bed, he positioned himself on top of
it. Now he was ready for the experiment.

Spreading K-Y Jelly on the socket wrench handle, he reached down and
pressed it against his pucker. Nothing happened. He spread some K-Y between
his legs and tried again. Still nothing. Maybe he should have selected a
smaller handle. Lying flat, he reached down and pressed against the base of
the handle one more time, and gasped as it slipped inside him.

Twisting the tool, he slowly slid it a couple of inches inside and moved it
around. It pressed up against something that felt really good. He leaned
back and put his hands behind his head - and his body pushed it out.

He inspected the tool again. The handle was tapered near the base. Maybe if
he could get it that far in, it would stay in place. He slowly pushed it in
- one inch, two inches, three - he was close to the tapered part - just a
little further now.

Suddenly, the handle was inside him. He gasped with surprise. It was like
his body had sucked it in. He reached down and felt only the metal shaft
protruding. Lying back, he put his hands behind his head and looked at the
ceiling, getting used to the feel of the hard thing inside him. He decided
that it felt very good.

But it still wasn't as far in as Shane's pole would be. Reaching down, he
pressed gently against the end of the socket. The handle slid further in,
and it hurt. He released the pressure and it slid back a little. That was
far enough.

Danny stretched out flat again and looked at his boner. It twitched
slightly with each beat of his heart. Drops of clear liquid fell from the
end. He was sure it had never been that big before.

Reaching for his pole with his greased right hand, Danny began to stroke it
slowly. The K-Y worked so much better than spit. His body tingled with
excitement as he slowly pushed himself towards a climax. Now getting close,
he stroked more slowly, trying to make it last longer. It felt so good, so
good, so good...

And then Danny came. His body stiffening and tightly clenched the object
inside. The first shot of sperm flew over his head and splattered against
the wall. He howled with excitement as the contractions shot more jizz onto
the wall, then onto his face and chest. He'd never felt anything like it,
and he never wanted it to end.

But then it was over. For a long time he lay immobile, letting the seizure
subside, coming off his orgasm high, replaying what had just happened to
his body. He knew one thing for sure.

He wanted Shane's pole inside him.

************

The Sunday paper was the biggest ever. By the time Danny was finished with
his route, all he wanted to do was go home and go to bed, but Shane had
asked him to come back and help clean the shack. When he arrived, three
bicycles were propped against the wall. He leaned his bicycle next to the
others and stepped through the open door.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he noticed three pairs of shoes near
the door and several piles of clothing on the workbench. Then movement got
his attention. The king size mattress which normally stood against the back
wall now lay on the floor. On top of it, Mateo and Scott wrestled,
naked. Giggling and laughing, they were clearly having a good time.

Shirtless, Shane sat on the workbench, his bare feet suspended a few inches
above the floor, watching with an amused grin on his face. He glanced
towards Danny.

"Close the door and lock it."

Danny did as requested, and then removed his shoes and shirt. Shane patted
the bench.

"Come over here and sit by me."

Slipping past the improvised wrestling mat, Danny slid onto the bench
beside Shane.

"What's up?"

"Mateo won the wrestling match. Now Scott's making him work for it."

"If Mateo won, why are they still wrestling?"

Shane smiled to himself. He had to remember that Danny was a year younger,
and inexperienced.

"The wrestling match was to see who's gonna fuck who. Mateo's gonna fuck
Scott, but Scott's having a little fun first. They're already lubed and
ready to go. In a minute or so, Scott will let him in."

Danny's cock was quickly getting hard. He grinned at Shane.

"Got it. Sorry, this is all new to me."

Shane put a hand on the younger boy's shoulder.

"Don't worry about it. We all gotta start somewhere."

On the mattress, Mateo was lying between Scott's legs. Grinning up at his
opponent, Scott was still putting up playful resistance. He paused briefly
to catch his breath, and in that moment, the muscles on Mateo's brown back
tightened and he drove his pole deep inside. Scott yelped, and then started
laughing.

"No fair!"

Mateo grinned down at him.

"All's fair in fighting and fucking. Now, are you gonna let me fuck you?"

Scott nodded his head.

"Good, or I'll get Shane to put on the cuffs."

Danny looked at Shane. "Cuffs?"

As Mateo started to slide his pole in and out, Shane pointed at the top of
the mattress. Danny hadn't noticed the two pairs of handcuffs fastened to
its upper edge. His boner got even harder. He adjusted it, and Shane
smiled.

"Do the handcuffs turn you on?"

Danny grinned. "Yeah."

Shane slid off the workbench.

"Hey, Mateo. Stop for a minute."

Mateo paused. "Are you kidding me? You want me to stop?"

"Let's show Danny how the cuffs work. He oughta know what he'll be in for
if he doesn't cooperate. Okay with you, Scott?"

Scott grinned. "Sure".

He stretched out his arms and Shane locked him down.

"Okay, guys. Thanks. Go ahead."

Mateo resumed his thrusting, and Shane returned to sit by Danny. Danny was
rubbing his boner through his Levi's.

"That is so hot!"

Porn stars in the making, Scott and Mateo put on a good show. While Mateo
pounded him hard and fast, Scott cried out and struggled against the
restraints. Danny was so aroused he could hardly sit still. Shane
grinned. This was working out even better than he'd planned. He waited
until Danny was about to explode in his pants before reaching over and
unbuttoning the younger boy's Levi's. Danny's pole popped out, and Shane
went down on it.

"Oh, shit!"

Shane focused on the head of Danny's boner for a few seconds and then
pulled off.

"Do you like that?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Shane slid off the workbench and turned to face Danny. Putting his hands on
the bench, he leaned over and went down on the younger boy again. Danny
squirmed with excitement as Shane went to work with his lips and tongue. It
didn't take long. Danny grabbed the older boy's head.

"Oh shit. I'm gonna cum."

Shane dropped his head all the way down and held his position as Danny shot
sperm down his throat.

Pulling off, Shane looked at the stunned expression on Danny's face and
laughed out loud.

"What did you think of that, buddy?"

Danny was speechless. Shane slid back onto the workbench, put his arm
around the younger boy's shoulders, and kissed him on the cheek.

"I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you naked in the locker
room. Are you okay?"

Danny found his voice.

"Oh, yeah. I'm more than okay." He leaned his head on Shane's shoulder. "It
was amazing. I wish I had lasted longer."

Shane kissed the top of Danny's head.

"The next time, you will."

They looked down at the mattress. Mateo was pulling out. Scott scowled at
them.

"I was so busy watching you that Mateo shot his wad and I didn't even
notice. And I didn't get to cum."

Mateo grinned. "I blew my load early because I wanted to watch. But you're
already done."

Danny blushed. "I blew my load early too, but I didn't mean to."

Mateo smiled at him. "That's the way the first time usually works. Next
time I'll do it instead of Shane. It'll last longer."

Shane simply gave him the finger.

Scott was still handcuffed to the mattress.

"Will one of you please turn me loose?"

Shane grinned at him. "I lost the key."

"It doesn't take a key and we all know it, fucker."

Shane unfastened the cuffs and Scott stood up, rubbing his wrists.

"At least we'll get to watch Shane fuck Danny. Danny already got off, so
he'll just have to lay back and enjoy it."

Shane pointed. "Take a look. He's already hard."

Scott's eyes opened wide. "Holy shit. I wish I had a recovery time like
that."

Mateo grinned. "You're a fucking stud, Danny."

The wide grin on Danny's face and the sparkle in his eyes told the
story. He was loving this kind of attention.

Shane slid off the workbench.

"Come on, Danny. It's our turn. Do you want to wrestle or just lie down and
take it, 'cause that's what you're gonna do in the end anyway?"

Danny grinned. "I'm gonna make you work for it, 'cause that's what you'd do
if you were me."

Mateo laughed out loud. "He's got your number for sure, Shane."

Shane smiled. "He's my little bro. Of course he does."

He moved to the mattress and assumed a wrestler's stance.

"Come on, little bro. Let's get on with it."

With a grin a mile wide, Danny slid off the bench, buttoned up his Levi's,
and copied Shane's pose. They circled each other a couple of times. Four
inches shorter and twenty pounds lighter, Danny didn't stand a chance. He
knew it, and he didn't care.

Shane dove for Danny's legs and in seconds lay across the younger boy's
chest. But Danny wasn't giving up. Laughing, he twisted and turned,
refusing to be pinned. Shane took the shortcut.

"Pull off his pants, guys. And unbutton mine."

While Scott reached under Shane and unbuttoned his Levi's, Mateo unbuttoned
Danny's. Then he and Scott each grabbed a pants leg and Danny was quickly
naked, and howling.

"No fair! No fair!"

Shane laughed wickedly. "I don't have to be fair to my little bro." He
looked up. "I never thought I'd ask somebody to do this for me, but will
one of you lube me? And spread a little on Danny too."

Scott grabbed the lube and got down on his knees again.

"Want me to just jack you off while I'm at it?"

He tossed the lube to Mateo, who had his own ideas.

"Maybe I should just finger-fuck Danny and get it over with."

"Don't make jokes, guys. My hands are full managing this half-pint
wildcat."

Scott and Mateo cooperated, and Shane spun around and got into position.

"The cuffs."

In seconds, Danny's wrists were locked in place, but he continued to squirm
and resist.

Shane looked up again.

"Get the rope."

Danny stopped moving.

"What rope?"

Before Danny knew what had happened, Shane's boner was buried inside
him. He howled with pain and excitement.

Shane grinned into his face. "Gotcha!"

"That hurt!"

"It was supposed to."

Then Shane began to move his hips, and Danny learned what it meant to get
fucked. He was glad he'd experimented with the tool handle or it would have
hurt more. He tugged at the restraints, wanting to get some control by
grabbing Shane's forearms or shoulders, but that wasn't going to
happen. But the lack of control turned him on. Still tugging at the
restraints, he didn't realize how aroused he was until he suddenly blew
jizz onto his chest and abs. The others laughed at the shocked expression
on his face. He grinned.

"That was hot!"

Shane grinned back. "Are you gonna settle down now?"

Danny smiled sweetly. "Yeah, I guess so."

Now he paid more attention to Shane's pole as it methodically slid in and
out of his body. It felt almost as good as when he blew his load. He closed
his eyes in bliss, and when he opened them, he found Shane smiling down at
him.

"Like it?"

"Oh, yeah, I like it. A lot."

Shane leaned over and kissed him, and then grinned down at him.

"You're so hot, little bro."

Danny grinned back. "So are you. Are you gonna cum inside me?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yeah."

"That's good, 'cause I'd have done it anyway."

Danny smiled. "I thought so."

Now Danny was watching Shane's eyes. Seeing the pleasure the older boy was
getting from his body made him happy. He smiled.

"I think you like it too."

"Yeah, I love it."

"Better than jacking off?"

"A lot better."

Danny looked up at Mateo and Scott.

"Will you guys unfasten the cuffs, please."

Turned loose, Danny rubbed his wrists for a few seconds and then gently
stroked Shane's muscular back.

"Are you gonna cum soon?"

"Not for a long time."

"Good."

Several minutes passed, and then Shane began to drive in harder and
faster. His breathing grew ragged, and his eyes became unfocused. With one
last, hard thrust, he drove in and delivered sperm deep inside Danny's
body. Dropping on top of the younger boy he lay there motionless for
several moments.

"That was so hot." He slowly pulled out and sat back on his heels, and
grinned at Danny. "Even if it took all three of us to get it done. Who do
you want next?"

"I don't care."

Shane looked up. "Are you ready, Scott?"

Scott smiled. "I've never been more ready."

As Scott dropped down on his knees between Danny's legs, Shane and Mateo
sat on the workbench to watch. Scott leaned forward, and his pole found its
destination and slid in on its own. As he started to move inside Danny, he
grinned down at the younger boy.

"You and Shane were really hot together. I think you like getting fucked."

Danny grinned back. "Yeah, I do."

"Ready to take another load?"

"Uh-huh."

It took Scott less than five minutes to complete his task. He screwed Danny
hard, almost aggressively, as if he were trying to win a contest. But Danny
liked it as much as with Shane - it was just a little different.

Scott pulled out, and Mateo took his place. As he slid his boner inside, he
carefully watched the changing expressions on Danny's face.

"I think you're getting sore."

"A little."

"You'll feel it tomorrow. We'll stop after this. We don't wanna overdo it
your first time."

"And if it wasn't my first time?"

"We'd all keep on taking turns with each other until we decided to
stop. You'll get your turn on top too. You can do that today if you want
to."

Danny thought for a moment.

"I think I'll save it for next time."

Mateo was less forceful with him than Scott had been, but more mechanical
and less intimate than Shane. He came harder than either of them, though,
and Danny was sure he could feel the blast when Mateo blew his load.

Mateo stood up and reached down to help Danny up, but the younger boy shook
his head. He looked up at Shane.

"Shane, will you fuck me one more time?"

Shane jumped down off the workbench with a grin on his face.

"I'll be happy to, little bro"

"Will you make me cum again?"

"If we use the cuffs, I bet it'll happen."

Danny silently stretched out his arms, and Scott and Mateo locked them in
place.

Danny raised his head and watched as Shane slowly slid his pole in, inch by
inch, both of them savoring every moment. He turned his head to one side
where Scott and Mateo sat cross-legged beside the mattress, grinning
broadly as they watched the show. He laid his head back down with a happy
smile on his face. What a perfect way to spend a Sunday morning. It sure as
hell beat Sunday School.

************

After an uncomfortable attempt to ride it, Danny walked his bicycle
home. When he got there, he was relieved to find that his parents were
still at church. He'd leaked jizz on the way home, and had some cleaning up
to do. He stopped in the laundry room and threw his cum-soaked Levi's in
the washing machine, along with the other dark clothes from his laundry
hamper, and turned it on. His mom would be surprised, but would hopefully
see it as a sign of maturity rather than desperation.

After a long shower with close attention to his private parts, he wrapped a
towel around himself and went to his room. Sitting down on his bed, he
thought about the unexpected events of the morning. Being a paperboy was
hard work, but it was fun too, and with three fuck buddies it would be even
more fun. His cock got hard again thinking about it.

Getting up, he dropped the towel and stood in front of the mirror to check
himself out. He'd changed a lot in the last few months. There was more
pubic hair - even the faint beginnings of a treasure trail. He flexed his
biceps. Not too bad for a kid who'd just turned thirteen.

His pole was an inch longer too. He stroked it gently, and then reached
into his dresser drawer for the K-Y that he hadn't returned to the
bathroom, momentarily wondering if it had been missed. He spread some on
his boner and stroked it harder. He smiled at his reflection. This was how
Shane would jack off, watching himself in the mirror. He was a stud - like
Shane.

It took a long time to blow his load - his fourth since breakfast - and he
enjoyed every minute. After wiping his hands on a clean pair of underwear
and then throwing it into his laundry hamper, he flopped back onto the
bed. Leaning up on his elbows, he watched his jizz run down the mirror, and
smiled. Shane would clean up later - if he bothered to at all. That's what
Danny would do too.


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