Kevin closed his books for the evening. He had studied enough. His parents were watching TV in their room and it was time to go to work.
He stripped off his underwear and stood naked staring out the window at the moon. It was full. And it was the best time of the month for collecting.
Kevin had been delivering papers since he was a kid. Now hardly a kid anymore, he continued to deliver them to the two apartment buildings of customers.
He looked at his collections book. About half of his customers had paid him already. But the ohers he had saved till now.
Deciding the night was perfect for it, he pulled on his worn bib overalls over his naked skin. It always felt good to him as he stepped into them and pulled up the denim over his legs and up to his crotch. Despite the tears and worn places it moved over him like a glove.
He had worn them since high school and had had grown so the bibs were a tighter fit like a hand that moved between his legs and held him where if felt good.
Kevin pulled the bib up and hooked the two straps. The material rubbed against his nipples. Despite the fact he had been wearing them for yeares the denim still rubbed his pink nips making them erect.
He wanted to take his cock out and satisfy his urges as he had done many times before, but there was work to do.
"You going out?" His mother heard him in the hallway.
"Collecting Mom" he called through the closed bedroom door.
The night air felt good on his bare shoulders and chest. As he walked closer to the apartment buildings, he unbuttone the sides of his overalls letting the night air moved inside. His cock usually hard when he wore the bib overalls got harder.
He was ready.
"Hi Kevin, collecting on a full moon night huh?" The man's statement was pretty much the same every night "come in".
Kevin knew he wouldn't get to morning class the next day. He had slept as soon as he got home from his other part time job so he could collect as much that night as possible.
He stepped in and waited.
The man unhooked the boys bibs and Kevin knelt. The man didn't take long. He was obvioulsly horny and jacked his revealed mansized cock until it spilled all over Kevins chest and stomach, drooling down to his crotch.
"Nice, here you go" the rolled up bills would cover the month of newspapers and the special tip he always gave.
Kevin rehooked the bib and stood. "thank you sir, do you know if Mr. Handle is home?"
"He knows you're coming" the question was not needed. Everyone of his special customers knew what the end of the month and the full moon meant.
Handle's apartment door was unlocked. Kevin put his collection book on the taped and took his shoes off. He moved into the bathroom and knelt in the shower. Letting his bibs fall down his chest, stomach and pubes were revealed. He waited.
Handle came in and smiled at the waiting boy. He put down the beer can he had been drining from and moved to the shower.
Mr. Handle had been drinking beer ever since he came home knowing Kevin would be there.
The stream of piss was thick and huge. Mr. Handle sighed the sigh of relief as his bladder galdly emptied all over Kevins' bared skin and face.
"tongue" the man said and Kevin complied. The man didn't say that everymonth but when he did Kevin knew the tip would be larger.
The man shook his cock on Kevin's tongue and another streem then the last drops flowed.
Kevin swallowed. He had learned to swallow years ago.
"Good, I'll get your money"
Kevin waited till the piss flowed off him and though still wet, he stood and rehooked the bibs leaving wet marks on his thighs crotch and stomach area.
Sam Elist was married. But he needed help and found Kevin a willing though inexperienced cocksucker years ago. By now they both were more experienced.
Elist knew to send his wife somewhere on collection nights and Kevin knew to be hungry for cock since Elist came like a teenager.
"I see you've been to Handle's already" he said seeing the wet places on Kevin's bibs. "Want to shower?"
"Thanks sir but I kind of like the odor" Kevin said as he had replied many times before.
He knelt and sucked the man's cock. THe first load came quicly.
"OK now the fun" Elist said hitting Kevin's boyish face with his still hard cock.
Kevin agreed, he'd have to spend more time and use all the tricks he had learned to urge the copious second load of sperm from the man. He tongued, licked, nibbled, pulled the cock against the back ofhis mouth and then past his gag zone.
Kevin had learned how to depe throat thansk to one of his high school friends Malcom. He found it came in handy since then exciting men like Elist when thheir cocks moved down his throat.
The cum shot down his throat again and again. Kevin felt Elist's cock expand with each release. He pulled it back just far enough so the man's cum would hit his taste sensors on his tonuge.
"Nice" Elist said wiping his dribbling cock all over Kevin's face. "Want me to take care of you?"
Elist had upon occasion sucked or jacked Kevin off.
"No thank you, got lots of collecting to do tonight" Kevin said lickign his wet lips as he stuffed Elist's money into his pocket.
"Come in" Manner said. This older man was his next customer. The guy was the oldest special customer he had, kind of like a grandfather even when Kevin was littled.
Kevin stood in the living room and waited. He felt the man's hands move inside his bibs and pethis hip bones. The first time the man had to unbutton the overalls first. But as he got older it was difficult to do, so Kevin kept them unbuttoned. There were more benefits to doing that Kevin found out.
Kevin stood there as he had when younger feeling the man slide his hands all ove this body from behind and then begin to fumble with the boys erection and balls.
"You seem to have a problem son" the man said.
"yes Sir"
"I'll help you fix it"
"thank you Sir" it was the same most eveyr time. But as Kevin stood there letting the man stroke him he felt like he was still 14 letting the man take care of his problem for the first time.
WIth all the pressures of school, work, his nagging parents and an uncertain future this made him feel like he was still a young kid and he liked that.
His cock spewed out his cum all over the denim leg of his overalls and he sighed.
"Come on" the man took his hand and led him to the bathroom where he unzipped the boys fly and held his cock so he could clean out his uretha with his piss.
"Thank you sir" Kevin hugged the man. The man liked it. Kevin wondered how old he was but he never asked.
"Go see Sarkoff next" the man said "he has a friend and they're waiting for you".
Kevin looked at his collection book. Usually he went to the other building and then returned for Sarkoff later. But some of his special customers knew each other and talked about Kevin.
"Hi Kev" Sarkoff was a younger guy in his late 20's. He had been one of the special customers since he moved in after college. "Get on your hands and knees there" he was dressed in a black harness and jock.
His body was fit though not muscled. And his take charge demeanor always turned Kevin on despite the fact he had usually just orgasmed before coming to the guy.
"God I like you in those bib overalls" the man said.
Sarkoff's cock moved in Kevin's mouth. The guy liked to do different things ranging from oral to anal to kink.
"One of the nights you'll have to spend the night and see what it feels like to be my slaveboy" the guy said. Kevin had been hearing this comment the last few months.
But he was distracted by hands that were unhooking his bibs and pulling his overalls down. He had serviced two or more guys at once. Each time was different, usually unexpected and hot.
The cock jammed into him hard and hurting.
"Go easy man or use some more lube" Sarkoff said to whoever it was who had impaled him. Kevin suffered and chilled as the two cocks turned him into a sexual piece of meat.
He was swallowing with both lips soon.
"Whew that was nice. Tell you what come back later, ok?"
Kevin stood with his ovealls at his ankels as Sarkoff handed him some rolled up bills. The other guy appeared. He was a kid about Kevin's age.
"OH yea this is my other slaveboy, Martin meet Kevin"
Kevin nodded at the naked boy who wore only a leather collar. His spent cock dangled. Kevin bent over and licked a drop of liquied from it's tip.
He knew Martin. The boy had been in high school with him. "I've seen you around" Kevin said and stood up.
"Fix him up" Sarkoff ordered Martin into action as the boy lifted Kevin's overalls and hooked the bib.
"Thanks" Kevin said and left.
There were more blow jobs, pissing scenes, even another threeway with two older men, a gay couple.
Kevin was tired.
"Tough night?" Washington the security man in one of the buildings asked.
"No just alot of collections" Kevin said.
"Well I need a break so come on" the black mans' cock had impaled Kevin when he started realizing he could do more then collect five dollars a month from each customer.
Washington promised him to get him more customers and Kevin saw the mans' basement apartment that night and felt his first thick black man's cock inside him.
"Just blow tongiht" Washington said as Kevin stepped out of his overalls which were around his ankles.
He sucked and felt the shower of Washington's cum. Then he stood in the shower as the man's big hands soaped and rinsed hiim off.
Dry and clean Kevin hugged the man.
"Hell you know we can both make alot more money if you let me handle thigs" Washington said as he had said many times before. "And you can give up that other job"
Kevin had thoguht about it, but then he'd be a prostitute and not just a paper boy with special customrs, he thoguht.
"Maybe in the summer" Kevin said. Washington looked surpised "really?"
"Ya this is getting old" Kevin said.
He left the building and started walking home. This was all fun and profitable. But he was thinkign it was time for something more, he wasn't sure what that was.
He stopped and stared up at the full moon and stretched feeling nearly naked in his bib overalls.
Then as if some major decision had occured, Kevin turned back and re-entered the building.
"Forget someone?" Washington laughed.
"Yea" Kevin said.
Sarkoff answered the door.
"Sir" Kevin said the one word that would turn the ngiht into many hours of experience for him and took him from being a paper boy to being owned by this guy.
The bib overalls was all he needed from that time on. And the collar that was locked around his neck was required too.
He gave up his newspaper route but his special customers continued to be serviced based on the schedule his owner, Sarkoff arranged.
He had moved to a different part of his life. And there would be other changes, maybe as soon as the following summer.