The Delivery Man

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
Artwork (c) 2003 by Dean Cameron

Illustration of Delivery Man

The doorbell rang and I got up where I'd been lounging watching cartoons to go get the door. I didn't know who it was, but at six years old, I was too short to look through the peephole anyhow. I opened the door to see hairy legs beneath a pair of brown shorts. The shorts were cupped up high around a nice bulge. I wouldn't have noticed it, I guess, but they were right at my face level.

I looked up to see who the shorts belonged to, up a narrow waist to a broad chest, and peering over the twin mounds of his breasts was a grinning, mustached face, dark hair and eyes, his skin was browned from the sun, brown almost as his uniform, his teeth and around his eyes were white, the eyes, hair and mustache were black. Brown, black and white.

"Hello, kid." he smiled down at me.

"Hello, sir." I said, looking up at him.

"Is your mother home?"

"No, sir." I said.

"Got a package here for her." he showed a brown box maybe six inches by four inches by eight inches long. "Is your father home?"

"Daddy left us a month ago." I said simply. "He and Mommy fought too much and so he had to leave." I was just quoting my mother's explanation of why my Daddy was gone.

"Oh." He said. "Well, your babysitter can sign for it, then."


"Whoever is here with you looking after you." he explained. "Who's here with you?"

"Nobody." I said. "I'm here all by myself."

"Alone?" he said, cocking his head on one side. "Does your mother know you're here alone." His eyes ran over my nearly naked form. "And only wearing a pair of briefs, too?"

"Uh-huh." I said. "Mom has to work, now that Daddy is gone."

"Let me in." he said, and I stepped back and let him walk past me, and he stopped on the other side. "Better close the door and lock it." he advised.

I did so and he said. "When's your mother coming home?"

"About six o'clock." I said. "She usually brings us some burgers from McDonald's or such for supper when she's working."

"She work many days, leaving you all alone?" He walked over and sat down on the couch, putting the box on the coffee table.

"Uh-huh." I said. "She said she's got to earn money any way she can." I said. I was talking too much, but I had been left alone for a lot of days now, it was mid-summer. "It won't be so bad when school starts again next month."

"So what hours does she work?" He asked.

"Every day until six o'clock." I said.

"Monday through Friday?"

"Uh-huh." I said. "And Saturdays, too." I said.

"And she leaves you here all alone all that time?"

"Yes, sir."

"A pretty little boy like you?"


"You know you're pretty, don't you?"

"I'm not pretty, I'm a boy." I said.

"You're a very handsome boy." he agreed. "What's your name, anyhow?"

That was better. "Thank you." I said. "My name is James."

"Mine is Brooks." he said.

"Nice to meet you, Brooks." I said.

"Why don't you get over here and sit down next to me." He put a large, hairy arm out over the couch. "I can stay with you a while, this was my last stop before taking lunch, anyhow."

I climbed in, eagerly. This man was being nice to me, and I was lonesome. Cartoons can't take the place of a person.

I sat up next to him and his arm came down over my shoulders, and it felt really good. I grinned up at him, and he grinned down at me.

And his other hand came over and landed on my leg. I was only wearing a pair of shorts, it was hot in the apartment because we didn't have air conditioning.

The hand gripped my leg. "Nice and smooth." He said to me. "Really a very nice-looking boy."

"Thank you." I said again.

"Can I have a kiss?" he asked me.

"Uh...okay." I said.

"Get up in my lap and kiss me, then." he said.

I did, and he wrapped both his arms around me then, and I lifted up my face and his lips met mine. I figured on a regular kiss, but his mouth got over mine and I felt his tongue sticking itself in between my lips. Long, hard, athletic, the tongue pushed its way into my mouth easily.

"Mph, muh, muhph!" I struggled, but his arms held me too tightly. Feeling them around me, so strong, holding me completely still, I just gave up and his tongue stuck itself all over my mouth.

He let go and said, "Mh, the taste of a boy. All nice and sweet. You been eating candy, haven't you?"

"Let me go!" I protested.

"Not just yet." He said. "You and me are going to play a little game. You like games, don't you?"

"Yeah." I said. "But..."

"This is a very special game." He said. "You'll like it."

His hand came up and got hold of my shorts. They were easy for him to strip off of me, and I was naked, and then he pulled me back into his lap.

"That's my boy." he said. "Nice, soft little boy for me to play with. All alone here, just you and me."

"What are you going to do?" I asked him.

His hand caught hold of my dick and I felt his rough fingers. "Anybody ever play with your dick before, James?"

"Uh-uh." I said.

"Do you ever play with your own dick?"

"A little." I admitted. "I don't think you're supposed to play with it, though. Mommy caught me doing it one time and said I was being nasty."

"Well, James, you and me are going to get nasty, what do you think of that?"

"I don't think you should be doing that." I said. Trouble was, his fingers were feeling awfully good. My dick was getting all tingly just like it does when I play with it."

"Do you like this?"

"Uh-huh." I admitted.

"Told you you'd like what I was going to do." he said. "It's more fun when someone else plays with it, isn't it?"

"Yeah." I breathed. God, it was feeling so good right then, I would have said anything to keep him playing with me, using his fingers to work my little boy dick up and down. But he let me go and I groaned when he did, put my own hand on my peter. And he took my hand away.

"Now I'm going to teach you the next part of the game." He said. "It'll feel good, too."

"Okay." I said, puzzled but willing enough. I didn't know this guy, but he wasn't hurting me any.

"Now I want you to play with my cock the same way I did yours." he said. "And while you're doing that, I'm going to teach you something special."

He dumped me on the couch and stood up, pulled down his shorts and his briefs, stepped out of them, leaving on his shoes and socks. Then he sat down and said. "Now get up on the couch beside me. I did so as he guided me and I ended up kneeling on the couch with my face near his cock and my hand wrapped around it.

It was so big! I'd never expected such a big one before. I'd seen Daddy's a couple of times, when it was all soft and squishy, but even so, I think Brooks' was bigger. And it was hard, it felt kind of hot and firm in my hand, and the foreskin was like this thick coat wrapped around it and I smelled a strong odor coming from it like sweat but also like the ocean, kind of salty.

Both my hands couldn't hold the entire length of Brooks' cock, though I tried. I moved my hands up and down.

And his hand went to his mouth and he sucked on one of his fingers. I watched this, wondering what he was doing. It was his middle finger, even, not his thumb. I knew kids who sucked their thumb, but never one who sucked the long finger.

Then he pulled it out, all wet and said, "Scoot up a little closer to me, James."

I did and now his cock was touching my neck and I had to rest my other hand on the armrest to hold myself up while I played with Brooks' cock.

And Brooks put his hand on my butt and I felt that sticky wet finger slide down between my cheeks and touch me on my asshole.

I have the words now, but I didn't back then, I didn't know what was going on, really. I just knew that Brooks had found a hole (I didn't equate this with where I took a dump, not then) and he was pushing his finger into it.

It felt...funny. It kind of hurt, but it was the way it hurts when you stretch and you push yourself out too far, or bend too far back, and then it hurts a little. Like that. His finger was all gooey with his spit and that helped him push that finger into me.

I made little sounds like, "Ah, ah, ah." as his finger worked itself into me, like I said, it only kind of hurt. Sometimes it hurt even more and I would cry out, but it didn't stop Brooks at all and the pain would get less after a bit.

"Yeah, you got a nice little butthole, boy." Brooks said to me. I looked up at him, my eyes kind of glazed by the sensations running through my body, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I didn't really know what to do, just let it happen, the pain and the pleasure, and they were all wrapped up together in my mind, the feel of Brooks' finger in my butt, the feel of Brooks' cock in my hand, the smell of Brooks' crotch filling my nostrils, the sound of Brooks chuckling when my groans were more from pleasure than pain.

"You're a hot little thing, aren't you?" Brooks asked me. "You really like this, don't you?"

I didn't know how to answer that. I liked some of it, but not others. "I guess so." I said.

"Now I need you to get my dick all nice and wet, just like my finger was when I stuck it in your butt." Brooks said. "Suck on it."


"Suck on my dick." Brooks said. "Treat it like a lollipop, suck on it and get it all nice and wet for me. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you get my dick all nice and wet so I can put it where I got my finger?"

He was going to do that to me! "No!" I cried out. It would hurt me for sure! "You'll hurt me." I said accusingly.

"Come on, suck my cock, kid." Brooks said and he wasn't smiling now. "Suck it and it won't hurt as much." When I hesitated, he said, "It's going to go in your ass, boy, one way or another. I'm telling you that sucking it first will make it easier. You want it easier on you, don't you?

I whimpered and put my mouth down on his cock. I licked it like a lollipop and Brooks threw his head back and groaned. "Oh, yeah, baby, that's it, lick my lollipop, lick it nice and hard!"

So I licked it hard as I could, and Brooks loved it. He was moaning and this hot sticky stuff oozed out of the top of his cock and it was hot and salty and stuck to my tongue when I licked on him, like it wouldn't come off of him, so that we were connected by this string of clear stuff from his cock to my tongue.

"Okay, kid, really get it wet for me, now." Brooks ordered. "The wetter the better, you understand me. And hurry up, I'm not going to wait much longer."

I did as he asked me to, trembling. He was so much stronger and bigger than me. I didn't know the neighbors, Mommy and I had only moved here a week before, and she told me to keep indoors and wait for her to come home. I could make friends when we started school, she said to my protests that there were other kids around I could play with.

So I didn't know what else to do but just as Brooks told me to. I got his cock as wet as I could, slobbering all over it, spitting onto the head. I thought he'd be mad I was spitting on his cock but he didn't say anything, so I kept doing it.

"That ought to do it." He said. "Now get up."

I did, shivering and he stood as well, and said, "Now get back on the couch, on your knees, and you bury your head in that pillow. I want your face right in that pillow, you hear me?" It was my own pillow from my bed, I had been lying on the couch watching the television. I did what he said.

I felt the couch move as he got on, and then I felt it, his hands on my waist and then the thick, big cock that was pushing against my bum.

I cried out as he pushed it into me, it hurt so much, but when I raised my head up, he pushed my head back down and he kept me like that. I couldn't even breathe, he was pushing my face into the pillow so hard. Pushing my face with his hand, pushing my butthole with his cock.

My butt gave way, and I guess the spit on his cock and the way he'd played with my ass helped some. But it hurt, a lot! I was crying out as he pushed it into me, it was like I was being torn open, but my cries were muffled by the pillow, and I was running out of air, too!

I struggled and got my face out of the pillow just before I passed out, and was too weak from lack of air to cry out, I just gasped in more clean, fresh air into my struggling lungs, and then he turned my head back.

By the time my air ran out again, he had his cock fully inside me and he was holding still.

"Now listen to me." Brooks growled at me, and there wasn't any smile in his voice. "I'll let you out of that pillow if you won't yell. You understand me? Don't yell or I push your face back inside. Understand?"

About to faint from lack of air, I managed a nod and he let go of me and I turned my head to the side, panted for air, whimpering because it hurt so much. I sounded just like a little puppy whining for its mother. I felt like that puppy, too.

"That's the way." Brooks said. "The hardest part's over now. Just hold still and it won't hurt so much in a little."

"Take it out." I begged him. "It hurts, please take it out."

"No way, kid." Brooks said. "I am fucking this hot little boy butt of yours. You're going to get used to it and then I'm going to fuck you. You understand?"

I didn't know what fuck meant, but I could guess. "Take it out of me, please!" I whined. "Please, sir, please!"

"Just hold still." was his only comment.

After a time my whimpers slowed down, the pain was less, and Brooks took that as me getting used to it, for he started moving his body back and forth, pulling that cock out and then shoving it back inside me.

"Now I'm fucking your ass, James." he slavered at me. His voice was like a dog panting over his meal, all wet with the saliva it was drooling. I expected Brooks to drool onto my back the same way that dog drips on the floor.

I whimpered but didn't do any more. Little animal sounds as Brooks moved back and forth inside me, his cock this big thing inside, all hot and sticky.

"Yeah, boy, that's the way." Brooks said as he began to move in a smoother rhythm, his body and mine beginning to get used to each other. It still hurt, but not as much any longer.

Even...there was this funny tingling inside my ass. Just like when I touched my wiener, this tingle even made my dick hard again. I moaned again, and this time, Brooks could hear the pleasure in my voice.

"That's the way, kid, get into it." He said. "It feels better when you enjoy it. You like having my dick in your butt, James?"

"Nu-uh!" I said.

"Tell me you like it." he said and his voice was pure steel.

I didn't dare disobey him. "I like it." I said.

"Tell me you like having me fuck your ass."

"I like having you fuck my ass."

"Tell me to fuck you some more."

"Fuck me some more."

"Tell me to fuck you harder."

"No!" I said and it was almost a whisper.

"Say it!"

"Fuck me harder!"

"Say fuck me harder, please!"

"Fuck me harder! Please!" I whimpered.

"That's the way." He said, his voice getting huskier. "Keep saying that, again and again. ‘Fuck me harder, harder!' Come on, say it, over and over."

"Fuck me harder!" I said to him. "Please fuck me harder!"

"Yeah, kid." He said. Keep saying it."

"Fuck me harder! Please fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! Oh, oh!"

His hand went suspiciously to my dick and found it hard and pulsing.

"Shit, boy, you're getting into this. You like my dick in your ass, don't you? It's feeling good now, isn't it?" His voice was all thick now, his breathing hard.

"Yeah." I sobbed. "Please fuck me. But no harder, please, just fuck me."

He was working my dick while he fucked me, and I couldn't help it, I groaned as my dick went to its tiny orgasm, tingling so hard it drove all pain from my mind, and I hunched back against Brooks as I hit my little climax.

"Good boy." Brooks panted in my ear. "Good boy, now it's Daddy's turn. I'm your Daddy now." he said. "Call me Daddy."

"Fuck me, Daddy." I gasped out. "Fuck me, Daddy, please!"

"Oh, God, yeah, uh, uh, GUH, HUH-NNN-GGHHHH-HHHNNNKKK!" Brooks groaned and I felt my ass sting as he shot that sticky stuff inside me. I didn't know just what it was that first day, just that it was hot and it was filling me up, all wet and gooey and it burned, it burned!

"Oh, oh, Daddy, please, take it out, please!" I groaned.

"Shut up, you little shit!" Brooks snapped at me. "Tell me you like it again! Tell me!"

"I like it!" I sobbed. "I do like it, I do! Fuck me, Daddy. Oh, it hurts! Fuck me, Daddy! Oh, oh, it burns!"

"Ah, hah, hah, uh, huh, guh, enh, huh, hunkh!" Brooks panted and then he did pull it out of me, his cock no longer shooting that hot burning stuff, and it even got softer as he pulled it out of me.

Brooks sat down on the couch by rolling over onto the armrest, his buttock bouncing off of it and he slid down into the seat, and his big chest was heaving up and down as I sat down and looked at him, as far from him on the couch as I could get. Hunched over against the other armrest. I didn't dare go further away.

"Damn, kid, that was hot!" Brooks said to me. "Shit, but you're a wonderful little fucktoy! Fuck!"

I started crying then, and was surprised when he took me in his arms. "Hey, hey, kid." he said to me so kindly that I kind of forgot he was the reason I was crying, he was sympathetic and he was there, right there, and my Mommy wasn't and never was there, just Brooks, so I took what I could get.

So I clung to him, blubbering, and he held me in silence until the strongest part of the crying was over.

"Hey, kid, I know it's hard the first time." Brooks said to me. "Don't worry, kid, the next time it won't hurt nearly so much."

Next time? I looked up at him, surprised out of my tears. "Huh?"

"Hey, a cute kid like you." Brooks said. "I know where I'm taking all my lunches from now on."

"Really?" I said. You have to realize how lonely it was being home all day every day by myself. And besides.... "Will it really not hurt so much the next time?"

"First time is always the roughest." He assured me. "A few more times and you'll be taking it with no problem at all. You got into it after it stopped hurting so much, didn't you?"


"Well, that's how it works when you get used to it. A whole lot of fun."

"Really?" I wiped my tears off my face.

Brooks looked at his watch. "I'd better get back to work now." He said. "My lunch hour is over. Where does your mother work?" he asked me.

I told him and he said he knew the place and pulled on his shorts and rumpled my hair. I had to giggle at that, my Daddy always did that. Or used to do it. I actually smiled and kissed him good-bye. "See you tomorrow, kid." he said as he left.

Mom was pretty late getting home, but she'd called me and told me to eat some of the cold meat loaf in the refrigerator and she'd be home as soon as she could.

When Mom got home, she was looking happier than I'd seen her in a long time. She kissed me and said, "I'm sorry I'm late, baby."

"You have to work overtime?" I asked her.

"No." she said and smiled at me. "Your Mommy met a nice guy at work and we went out together for a little while. He wants to see me again. I told him about you and he likes kids, too. Oh, I have a really nice feeling about him! Maybe..." she smiled at me. "Maybe this guy can even be your new Daddy, would you like that?"

"I guess." I said doubtfully.

"He wants to meet you, too, so we're all three going to get together this weekend.

"I hope so." I said. "Who is he?"

"His name is Brooks and he works for a delivery service."

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