It was that time of the month again. I always hated to have to collect the monthly dues for the local paper on my route. It seemed like every other house a car would be in the yard, but no one wanted to answer their doorbells. Usually I dropped a note the week before with a small envelope, but no one used the envelopes. I had to wait around for the ones who did answer the door to go back in the house, find a checkbook, write out a check, the whole time they would complain about the price of the paper, the price of gas, the price of just about anything you can buy. That's why I hated collecting the monthly dues.
I left my house at about 8 a.m. Saturday morning. I had 25 houses to visit before getting ready for soccer practice at noon. I had plenty of time since half the people wouldn't answer the door anyway.
Sure enough, the first two houses, no one answered. The third the guy actually had the check in hand at the door. WOW. A first. The fourth and fifth took another 30 minutes while I waited for the process of search, complain, goodbye. The sixth house was a new customer. I knocked and I heard someone inside. I waited and the knocked again. A guy about my age answered the door wearing a bathrobe, damn it was like 9 a.m. and he was still wearing his bedclothes. I was jealous. He quickly spun around and said to wait a minute; he would be right back with the check.
I waited leaning into the doorframe. I wasn't thinking of anything in particular when the new guy showed up again and handed me a check. I said thank you without really looking at him. Then he said, "Hi, I'm James." I finally looked up and James had his hand out to shake. That's when I noticed his robe was open a bit and I could see that he wasn't wearing shirt under the robe. I reached out and took his hand, "Hi, I'm Tom." As I shook James' hand, I noticed his robe open a bit more and could clearly see that he wasn't wearing and shorts or pants or even underwear. I could see his cock! It was hanging down rather largely. About 4 or 5 inches of cock! I caught myself staring while I continued to hold James' hand. He shook abruptly and shook me out of my daze. I felt foolish. We both let go and he closed his robe quickly. I felt ashamed for looking, but I liked what I saw.
"I'm sorry," James said, "I just got up actually."
"I didn't mean to stare; I was just a bit shocked."
"Dude, I am sorry."
"I better get going; I have a bunch more houses to visit."
"Catch you later?" James called out questioningly.
"Yeah," I said as I spun around to leave and head to the next house.
I felt so stupid for staring. He is gonna think I am some kind of pervert. But didn't he apologize? I didn't. He felt worse than me I think. Strange. I shook off the incident and headed to the next house. The rest of the morning went better than I thought. I got 18 of 25 houses in all before 11. There weren't any long waits after the first two houses who paid.
On my way back as I passed by James' house again, I look up at the house and saw James waving to me. I waved back. Then he motioned for me to come to the house. I trotted over. I still had a little ore time before my ride came for soccer.
James met me at the door before I got there. He quickly said, "I wanted to apologize again."
"No need, forget it. Actually I am sorry for staring. You got one nice cock!" NO WAY, did I just say that?!?! I can't believe I just said that. Like that is so not what I would say to another guy. But I could still see his bare cock drooping down longer and fuller than my cock when it is hard. I couldn't believe I was able to picture his cock so clearly in my mind.
All James said in response was, "you think so?"
I think I broke out into a sweat and nearly fainted. I felt like throwing up and falling over all of a sudden. All I could think of was, "I am, uh, I mean, well, like you are kinda big, I mean your..." I couldn't get anything right. Shit.
James looked at me and said, "Dude, it's OK, I shoulda got dressed. Do you think I am big?"
I simply said, "well yeah, bigger than me, by a lot."
"Cool," is all he said. "Do you need a drink or something you look like you're gonna get sick or something?"
"I'm OK, I usually don't go around telling guys their dicks are big is all."
"You probably don't collect the paper bill from naked guys either."
"Not usually."
James was wearing blue jeans now and a yellow t-shirt. He still had bare feet. I was feeling better and stood their stupidly. I looked at him as if for the first time, except for staring down his cock earlier. James had blond messy hair. He had very blue eyes and a very small nose. His chin and jaw was narrow and real squared off. He looked like a surfer or something. But there aren't any waves even close to here. We are in Syracuse, NY. Maybe he is a snowboarder.
James invites me into the kitchen for a drink. "How about a soda?"
"Sure. A coke if you have one."
"Yeah." He spins around almost in a dance of a motion and swings back in a second with two cokes in hand. He sits down on a high stool near the counter. He swings another out from underneath.
Taking that as an offer, I sit down next to him. Kinda too next to him for the awkwardness I was still feeling. I studied his face as I sat next to him, not trying to be obvious.
"So when does school start back up?" James asked suddenly.
"Ah, the third of September. Next Tuesday."
"That's cool, maybe I'll meet some people finally."
That's when I realized that I knew nothing about James. He was the new guy in the neighborhood. I had been so busy with soccer, piano practice, movies, and hanging with my friends in Utica when I had the chance, I never did come by to greet the new guy. I felt sorry for not having come by. At least I am here now talking.
James continued, "Wanna see my room?"
"Sure." I followed him to his room down the hall and up the stairs. I followed him watching his ass shift from side to side as he stepped on each stair climbing to his room. What the hell is wrong with me? I've never had this gay thing happening before, have I? I even felt my cock need to be shifted suddenly in my jeans. Was I getting a boner? No way!
James swung into the first room on the right at the top of the stairs. I followed him in as he flopped into his bed with a splash. He bounced off and sat up on the bed. He reminded me of my little brother- except for his huge cock.
"Nice room," I said as I walked in seeing a display of old muscle car models and pics of muscle bound men in wrestling poses, weight lifting poses, and running suits. All of the pictures had guys straining to tense every muscle in their bodies. It was causing my cock to stir more. OMG what is wrong with me? I felt like I couldn't control my mouth or my thoughts- or my cock. I quickly moved my hand to push my cock to the side to keep it from being bent in two. I was nearly half hard. When did that happen?
"I've been building a model a month for years now," James said.
"You have a bunch of them." This distraction would surely get my mind off the bare flesh in the room. "I don't do much but build models and work out."
I thought about that for a minute. I turned around and finally noticed the rest of James. He was rather buff. His biceps filled the sleeves of his t-shirt. His pecs pushed his t out from his chest. He is rather buff. How did I miss that earlier. Maybe because I was so focused on his cock?! His hand moved down to shift his cock in his pants, seemingly a common occurrence suddenly. He was looking right at me. I looked down and I saw and felt at the same time- my cock was hard and pressing out the side of my jeans. I felt dizzy all of a sudden-AGAIN.
I looked up to see James over me. He was saying, "Tom, are you OK?"
"What the hell happened?"
"Dude, you just fell or fainted or something."
I was soaked. My shirt was soaked. I felt like I pissed my pants. I felt cold.
I slid to a sitting position. I was sweating like crazy. I warmed up quickly. James was sitting right beside me. He had his hand on my shoulder and another on my leg. I felt better after a few minutes. I remembered looking down at my pants and seeing my cock fully hard and tenting my jeans. I must be going crazy. Then I remembered James was staring right at me. And now his hand is nearly touching my cock now. I felt my cock growing to reach toward James hand. If he didn't move his hand, it would be touching him in a second. I looked at James and then down toward his hand. Seeing past his hand I could see his large bulge pushing to rip through his jeans. This only made my cock grow faster. I put my hand down to try to get up, but it only ran into James leg. His leg radiated heat. I left it there. I felt the warm run into my body. I felt the warm of him through his hand and onto my leg and rush toward my cock and balls. I looked up again and James face was inches from mine. He had a peaceful look, staring back at me. His blue eyes were like a clear summer day, sky filled with hope and possibility. His hand slid down my leg a bit just before my cock reached it. Then his hand slid back, bumping into my cock head beneath my jeans. His shifted his body closer to me and his face came in from of me, his nose just an inch from mine. His eyes were now closed. He was gonna kiss me. My heart raced! His hand pressed suddenly on my cock as his lips touched mine. I opened my mouth slightly as his tongue pushed into my mouth. His tongue licking mine, my teeth, my tongue. I found my hand was grasping his huge cock through his jeans. I slid my hand back and forth across his cock. He moaned. I moaned. I felt like my cock was being strangled in my jeans. I felt his cock push through his jeans into my hand. I felt a pop of cloth and realized James just flipped the top button of my 501s. Pop, pop. And my cock was now just a layer of cotton from James hand. My hand felt the heat rising from James cock. I was drunk with fear, interest, and sex. I felt the band of my jockeys flip down and James found his target. My cock head released its heat into the room as it shown bare. James pushed my jeans and jockeys down further as we squirmed about the floor. I was now laying flat again with James now laying half on and beside me at the same time. His cock escaped out the top of his jeans, still buttoned tight. His head was obviously cut and stretched upward to his belly button. My pants now to my knees and my cock and balls clearly free from any cloth, James stroked on my cock as precum dripped from my head. I used my free hand to unbutton James jeans and his zipper shot to the bottom of his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear. His jeans easily slid down as I pushed them. His much hairier balls were huge as well. He must have been 8 or 9 inches. A big blue vein wound its way around and along his cock. I rubbed and grasped and pumped at his cock. He slide further down and I couldn't hold on to him anymore. His tongue followed my body, paused on my nipple and then down to my belly button, followed the hairs to my cock and in an instant he swallowed my cock. I looked down, not believing my eyes. James had my entire cock in his mouth and was furiously sucking on me, he head lifting and dropping back down burying his nose into my hair. It felt very unreal. Like I was having a sick nightmare, or was it a wet dream? I could feel my balls filling with an explosion in the making. My cock felt like it was on fire. James rubbed at my ass, legs, chest as he continued to pound his face into my cock. I was sweating again, dripping with sweat from my hair and chest. His hands worked my nipples. His fingers pinched, then rubbed. I couldn't believe it. My balls erupted through my cock and into James. I remember grunting loudly, almost a scream. And James just kept pumping his face into my lap. I came and came. James kept on. I could feel his teeth scrape my cock, but it didn't hurt. It felt like lighting through my balls and through my head. I felt my cock going soft as James kept on. Finally, James came up from my lap with the most sinister smile on his face. He had swallowed everything I deposited. His cock rose up as well, dripping cum. I realized he had cum all over my legs. I could feel it dripping down my calves. As he came up to meet my face again, his still hard cock pressed into my balls. His cock continued to drip cum. He kissed me again. I could taste my own cum in his mouth as his tongue met mine. His cock pumped into my balls then slid between my legs. He continued to pump away as well kissed. My cock quickly recharged and began to pop back into action. His cock pumped into my legs like the crevasse made a big pussy for him. As he pressed into me, the pressure sandwiched on my cock and made it feel like my own cock was being pressed. James tightened suddenly and his cock exploded cum on my ass, legs and balls. I came once again as I felt his warm-wet explosion. Now cum was everywhere, on legs, pressed and sticking between us, in our mouths, everywhere. James collapsed on me. I felt exhausted and emptied, but very, very good.
"What a year this is gonna be!" James whispered into my ear.