Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2022 18:55:17 +0000 (UTC) From: jmidas Subject: Newspaper Route jmidas@aol.com Jeff Midas (AJ) Interracial, True story Newspaper Route Encounters -- Part 1 All the characters and events in this story are based on true events. Names have been changed to protect identities. Any resemblance to real people, either living or dead, is entirely unintentional. The story is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any way without the express permission of the author who can be contacted at jmidas@aol.com Feedback is appreciated. Newspaper Route Encounters I got my start with real work as a paperboy delivering both morning and afternoon papers. I inherited the route from an older bud, Bobby, who used me as a substitute on the route. To this day he never learned how much I lusted after him. God, he was a tightly muscled, handsome teenager destined to go far. He was also quite smart and principled. I never crossed the line of distant lusting with him. By age 15 I had the route to myself getting up at 4:30 every morning to make the rounds. Looking back, it's incredible how trusting everyone was back then. Me, 15, a white guy, roaming the early morning streets, entering darkened hallways and stairways and encountering other early risers before dawn by myself delivering the news that today would be unfathomable. Looking back, I'm sure that it helped that I didn't look the part to be picked on at 6'2", 180lbs, brown eyes and a blonde crewcut. The route covered quite a mix of businesses and neighborhoods, both black and white, all definitely middle to lower income folk, a working-class neighborhood. The local Shell gas station was a popular hangout and was one of the stops. It was this place that generated several stories for another time. No, I wasn't out. Hell, didn't even know what out was. I hid my feelings well, and felt safe in my closeted world made up mostly of fantasy and occasional encounters. At 15 I was in my second year of football playing tackle. My physical presence and social interactions gave no one a reason to suspect. Almost no one. I suppose this happened to everyone, but, for me, the encounters where someone saw right through my disguise were generally terrifying. The terror certainly caused me to lose out when I wouldn't trust the situation enough to give in to the opportunity. God how I wish I could go back to some of those encounters to play them out differently. Some of these opportunities occurred in the course of my duties on the paper route. It was the door-to-door collection of weekly fees that put me face to face with my customers who I served otherwise in the dark of night or late afternoon. I must point out too that being attracted to men of color is a whole other story, but just understand, it started early. Can't explain why but the adoration and attraction is always there. Always strong. Still is. Collecting for the paper in the evening when everyone was home was the general pattern. Stopping at one house though was always done with anticipation. And with sweat. Didn't matter the season, I would sweat when aroused, tense or just hot. A very handsome black man in his 20's would always answer the door here and usually had removed his work shirt to reveal an incredibly tight and defined body. Mostly, he wore a skin tight tank top and work pants, but, sometimes, he wore only boxer shorts and nothing else. I never learned what kind of blue-collar job he had but sometimes he would still have the work shirt on, unbuttoned, with his name, Robert, initialed on the front. Never did he open the door without appearing relaxed, confident and virile. It was intoxicatingly intimidating. Somehow, he knew. I could just tell he knew. Knowing he knew made me sweat. He was so damn confident and deliberate when we spoke that I'd almost tremble. He would stare sometimes to illicit a response and I could feel it. One night I knocked and he came to the door as usual. He wore the white boxers which fit perfectly around his slim waist. His work-day scent along with a whiff of beer made me hard as fuck. He paused for extra moments appearing to assess the situation. He surely saw me staring at his chest, his erect nipples, the veins in arms, his waist and his outline in the boxers. Holy fuck. Eventually, he said he needed to find the right change so I should come on inside. The screen door banged shut but then he closed the front door behind me. It was not well lit inside and some jazz was playing on the radio. There was an open pass through to the kitchen where, as if on cue, I witnessed another man, younger, seemingly not that much older than me, walk into the kitchen totally naked. He turned to see me but did not act surprised. He took no action to cover himself and his confidence in that moment was totally seductive. He was a gorgeous man and his member, wow, was quite impressive. It hung as if heavy over his balls and pointed toward the floor. As he moved a few things in the kitchen, the uncut head was no longer pointing downward. He was definitely becoming aroused, and I stared in awe as it grew thicker, longer and hard. He must have been a good 8, maybe 8 and ½ inches with pulsing veins straining to keep all that blood flowing. Robert returned and asked if I had met Kaleb. Robert's boxers were now bulging with signs of a tool bigger than Kaleb's. It strained to break through the thin fabric. The white cloth didn't hide a growing wet circle of precum very well either. I was both terrified and growing faint with excitement. Flight was my inclination but my legs weren't moving. No doubt I appeared to gawk at the two of them with obvious intentions to engage with me somehow. Feeling afraid came first. Fear turned to anticipation. Robert was in control. He noticed that my breathing changed, insisted I relax and have a beer. It's hot in here. He suggested that I remove my shirt to cool off. Although I made no immediate motion to do so, Kaleb came up behind me and put an arm around each side to undo the buttons that let my short sleeve button down fall to the floor. I wore no undershirt. Kaleb released my belt and my shorts fell to my ankles. My underwear followed as I was disrobed without saying a word. I could barely breathe. Kaleb then pressed up against my back side with each hand coming around either side to caress my nipples. His dick pressed between my cheeks. My dick was exposed, rock hard and dripping precum. The heat from Kaleb's body felt incredibly hot and sensuous. Robert grabbed my dick while he pressed his lips against mine forcing his tongue in like a serpent. He had me in his power, totally under his control. He and Kaleb had obviously planned this scene of seduction in advance. At 15 I had only been fucked a couple of times and none of the circumstances were this intimidating. I had sucked a lot of dicks. Been sucked often too as oral play was generally the norm. Robert pushed me down on my knees and stepped out of his boxers. I knew what to do and began work on his incredible piece of meat. His man scent was irresistible and I was in heaven. I worked the head, savoring the precum juices while Kaleb and Robert deeply tongued each other above my me. Moments later I felt Kaleb's hand reached between my legs from behind to pull my dick backwards so he could suck on me. Damn, I had to stop that quickly before I exploded! We repositioned and Kaleb stood with his throbbing member now sliding in and out of my throat. He fucked my throat making sure he got it in as far as I could take it. I was good at deep throating and Kaleb awed at my talent. Robert then approached Kaleb from behind, lubed his butt cheeks and slowly slid his dick inside. Kaleb's dick grew and his rhythm accommodated Robert's fucking. He obviously was used to Robert nailing his ass. Kaleb tensed as Robert went in deeper, getting used to the mass of manhood. Robert's muscled arm was around Kaleb's neck, and he put measured pressure into a choke hold. Kaleb moaned with pleasure on each of Robert's strokes. Kaleb kept in rhythm while he fucked my throat. My brain was getting foggy as I couldn't help but imagine how Robert's dick would feel in my ass but that was not the plan here today. I knew exactly though what was coming and I was ready. I was eager and hungry for Kaleb to let go at any moment. Suddenly, Robert moaned as he filled Kaleb's ass with a hot load. Kaleb was almost shrieking with Robert pulsing in his manhole and quickly followed suit by exploding down my throat. First, it was a huge shot of cum. I couldn't swallow it all so some ran down my face, my chest and abs. More volleys came and the intensity pushed me over the edge without even touching myself. I volleyed upward enough that Kaleb caught some with his hand. Sucking his fingers, he savored my jizz while I swallowed what was left from him. Robert remained cool and in control while he stood over us assessing the results of the scene. Cleaning up the mess would come later, probably a task for Kaleb. It would suffice that everyone was satisfied for now. Eventually I grabbed a hand towel, wiped myself up and began dressing. Robert stopped me before I put on my underwear. He spoke little but made it clear there was no further need for me to wear those. And he made it very clear to not wear any next week when I returned. That made my head spin and I could only imagine what might happen next time. For now, I was wondering how much I smelled of sex and cum because I had more stops to make. Robert gave me the money for the paper deliveries. He then paused for a moment before sternly saying to me to be certain to collect dues from Lamar before going home tonight. My head almost exploded when he said that. Lamar lives around the corner on the next street. Lamar stood about 6' 4" and I had seen him play basketball behind the gas station on several occasions. He stood out, and I had sensed that he had noticed me when I paused to watch the game sometimes. I could never watch for very long because I would get hard and drip precum, and I had work to do. But here and now in this moment I learned that I will meet him. He is actually anticipating my arrival. His mom had always paid me so I had never delt with him before. I could hardly walk down the sidewalk toward Lamar's house with my imagination running wild. What had Robert and Lamar plotted? That two, no, actually three men when including Kaleb, have concocted to engage with me for sex was overwhelming. And it was making me incredibly horned up because more lay ahead. Wasn't sure if my brain or my dick would explode before I got there. After stopping to collect fees at 3 houses along the way I turned the corner at an intersection with 3 stop signs. Not everyone stopped as it wasn't all that busy there. Tonight, it seemed like there were more cars than usual, and I couldn't help but wonder if anyone could tell what I was up to as my mind raced and fantasized. One more short block and I made the left turn onto Lamar's street. His mom's house was about as old as Roberts but with a big front porch. I hopped up the steps to the porch and knocked. I was a little frightened and horned up at the same time. My breaths were labored and I was sweating again. Lamar opened the door and held the screen door open for me to enter. Lamar was wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He's scent was strong, athletic. Nothing was said until I was all the way into the living room. The door closed and Lamar said that his mom left the money for the paper to give me. He did. Then he paused and somewhat stared. I stammered a little as I mentioned Robert and that he had told me to certainly not miss collecting here tonight. "For sure, Jeff, you'll collect more than that here tonight. Robert and I figured you out a while back. We figured you could use some training, some introduction on being used and pleasured. We know that look of lust you have when you come around. Figured too that we'd show you how to serve a black man and a black man's needs to cum and cum often. Now, strip." Although stunned at how direct he was with the assessment, I dropped my shorts and unbuttoned my shirt so it fell away too. He noticed how I had developed playing football and working out some. He did not seem to notice my dick though that was growing hard. Wasn't sure how he could not notice but later realized that my dick wasn't important. My skills, my mouth and my ass were the immediate priorities. Lamar dropped his shorts to reveal an amazing package with a sizeable dick laying down across a pair of nice, loose balls. His dick was bigger than Kaleb's dick and maybe bigger than Robert's. It looked heavy, substantial and the veins protruded on each side leading up to a broad head. I could see drops of precum already oozing from its tip. For the record if not already clarified, Lamar was hot as fuck. Great body, arms, chest, legs and a hot dick. He had killer looks with a handsomely rugged face. He had it all going for him and here I was about to service him. He then said, "Robert called when you left and said you could suck dick good. Show me. If you're good, I'll treat you right." I lowered myself to my knees in front of him and did not touch with my hands. I lifted the head of his dick with my mouth and savored the precum. Slowly I sucked in the shaft and began to work it as it grew. I never let it slip from my mouth but wondered how big it was going to get. Lamar's dick was hot as fuck, maybe 9, 91/2, inches of fairly thick hotness. The head slid in and out and the shaft would find its way into my throat until I gagged. This went on for a short while when he made me stop and stand. Without speaking he turned me toward the bedroom where an ottoman rested up against the bed. "Get on the ottoman with your knees and lay across the bed." I did as directed and laid there waiting. I heard what surely was a bottle of lube being opened and then I felt him slather some between my ass cheeks. He handed me a small bottle and said, "Sniff this. Sniff a lot. You're going to need it and you will appreciate it." I did as I was told and then felt the tip of that big dick poke at the entrance to my manhole. I was buzzed from the poppers and the head of that dick electrified me. Nothing this big had ever tried to enter me before, but here he was pushing me quickly beyond my expectations. It was combined pain and pleasure. Yes, it hurt like fuck but not a bad hurt. It was pleasure pain, incredible pleasure. Geez, it felt amazing as he pushed his way into my manhole. I took in more poppers. After a few moments of somewhat gentle fucking, sliding in and out, my ass grew more accustomed to it. Lamar then laid his chest on my back with his arm now around my neck. He began to fuck harder and deeper. He also squeezed my neck gently but restrictively. He insisted I sniff even more poppers, to take a big hit, which I did. Lamar's pace picked up. He became an intense machine hammering my manhole with his big dick and ever so gradually squeezed my neck more to restrict my blood flow and breathing. I thought I might pass out or pass into a state of ecstasy I'd never known before. Both feelings seem to be happening at once. I was able to sense that Lamar was close to exploding in my ass. His pace was faster, strong, deep and like an animal, he raced now to completion. I honestly was in a dream state now with explosions coming inside me, in my manhole and in my brain. I had cum on his bed as he pressed me into the sheets. When it was over, I was glued to those sheets with sweat and cum. It was incredible. Lamar pulled out and stood back to assess what had happened. "Fuck man, that's good ass. Fucking good ass! Damn!" He handed me a towel to wipe up with, and I got dressed. It all had happened too quickly I thought. I was in no hurry to leave, but it was over for now. I had to go. Before leaving, he said, "Momma will be here next week so collect from her." I was totally disappointed. Had I been used, fucked and discarded all that quickly? Would something like this come up again? I wanted more and didn't want to actually leave. He finally spoke with that same, deliberate tone. "Question for you before you go, how many times have you been fucked in one night? Actually, never mind. It doesn't matter because we will figure that out. Meet me behind the gas station tomorrow evening where we'll be shooting baskets."