Mr Rogers was an odd man. He lived alone in an set-apart cottage that needed quite a lot of work doing. He was a bit fat and wore odd affair, that often needed washing. He didn't have any ally and never seemed to go out. He was only one of three the great unwashed who had their newspaper bill delivered by me, and who left the money out for me to take in. The other two couldn't walk, but Mr Rogers could. He had a car in his drive and it looked ok, but he was never seen shopping in the high school Street locally.

I had been delivering his papers for just over a year, since I started the paper stave at 13. I had to ride down a course to get to his bungalow, and the track was rough and to the full of cakehole that made puddles when it had rained. My bike often got very muddy going to his house. He had The Sun and The Daily Sport. The but two good things were that he gave me a decent tip at Christmastime, and he also had The railway system modeller and Brits railroad line modeling every month. He was pretty much at the end of my round. Sometimes I went one way and had five calls after him, and sometimes I went the other way and he was the last delivery.

I like trains and model gear, and I have a small layout of my own. I go to local Model railway exposition, but I had never seen Mr Rogers at any of them. I used to read his magazines when I did my round, before I delivered to him. It was ok when it was dry but if it was raining I had to go to the bus shelter and read them in the dry so they didn't get wet and spoilage. It saved me over six pounds each month as I never had to buy them.

One Saturday, when I got to his bungalow, there was a note on the room access asking me to knock. He did this sometimes when he had to pay, and I had dropped off his monthly peak the premature weekend. I knocked and could hear him moving around inside, slowly, and after a bit he opened the door. He had a bemire almost white tee and a pair of baggy grey jogging bottoms on, with slippers.

"Oh yes the paperboy, Kyle or something isn't it ?"

"No Mr Carl Rogers it's Carl"

"Oh right yes, well step inside Carl will you"

This was odd cos he never invited me in his position before. I stepped into the begrime sort of hallway and he closed the door behind me. He led me to a room with some arm chairs and a table. I guessed it was the sort of living room, but it was untidy. He turned and faced me.

"Carl have you been reading my railway system magazines before you deliver them ?"

It was not what I had expected and I didn't recognize how he could severalize, but he did appear to know I had.

"I have like just skipped through them now and then Mr Carl Rogers"

"My cartridge have been looked at by somebody every time I get hem. I can tell by the binding. Have you been reading them"

"Yes Mr Carl Rogers, I am sorry I never knew I was damaging them, I won't do it anymore. Please don't Tell old man Davis, sorry Mr Jefferson Davis"

"I had no intent of telling anybody Carl, I just waned to know if you were interested in exemplar railways, that's all"

"Oh yes, I have a small layout of my own. I love trains ”.

"Then you had skilful keep an eye on me"

This sentence he led me across the dirty lobby and into what I thought was a bedroom. As soon as we got into the room I could see it. There was a huge layout all around the way that just left enough room for the door to open. It was amazing ! !

"Wow"

"You like it then Carl ?"

"Oh yes"

"Here, let me switch it all on"

Mr Virginia Katherine McMath flicked a few replacement and the signals lit up, lights came on in buildings. It was awesome. Then he moved a few more transposition on a dominance panel, turned the controller and a power train started to proceed around the layout, a Great Western Castle Class with eight brownness and cream coaches. I just stood there with my mouth open.

"How much Thomas More of your round do you have to do Carl ?"

"Yours is the last business firm today Mr Virginia Katherine McMath"

"wellspring in that shell would you care to help me function it ?"

"Really, would you, oh yes please"

Mr Ginger Rogers showed me what to do, and which controller to use. He said he would form the breaker point and the sign and I had to obey them. I nervously turned the thickening and a beautiful West Country social class loco started to move with nine green coaches behind it. I carefully increased the stop number, but kept it fairly slack so I didn't do anything wrong.

"Get the castle going to Carl"

Now I was working two locos on two restrainer. Mr Rogers was flicking switches to change stage and signal. As they were on each side of the accountant he had to hold back moving behind me to get to the two rowing of controls. Each time he did he itch against my bum, and I could feel it through the thin out shorts I had worn that day. My bum is very sensitive, even in a crowd train or bus, if person wipe against it by accident I get a stiffy. Even though I was concentrating on running the train I could still feel my peter getting hard. It didn't subject as I was facing the layout so Mr Rogers couldn't see it. I was really getting in to running the geartrain when Mr Rogers said to stop both trains. I did and turned towards him. I saw him glance down and realised he had seen my shorts and my hard dick.

"Sorry Mr Rogers have I done something wrong"

"Good lord now Carl, although I didn't know operating my layout would get you THAT excited"

I blushed.

"No Carl, one of the points is not working or it is not telling me it is. I think it is because the connecting telegram has come off the electric switch that gives me the indication. I wonder if you could assist me fix it ?"

"Sure Mr Rogers, anything"

"Good, I will just get the whole step then"

I thought he was going to ask me to prevail the footstep for him, but when he returned he put it in front of me and told me to climb up on it. I did, excited that he trusted me.

"RIght Carl, see the power point near the signaling by the Land Rover ?"

"Yes Mr Rogers"

"fountainhead just this side of it is a thin wire that should be in a connecting hole on the solenoid. I want you to tend over and see if it is in the hole and if not, fix it back in again for me. I want you to be sure you don't knock anything, especially near this social movement edge, so I will hold you to keep you steady ?

I lent forward and I felt Mr Rogers put his handwriting around me, just at the top of my stage. I lent over and could see the point but not the wire. I had to angle a bit farther and as I did I felt Mr Ginger Rogers hands slew round in the straw man and his finger's breadth touched my still part hard dick.

"Can you see it now Carl ? It should be a red telegram and it goes into the connecter at the correctly mitt end"

I leaned a petty bit more and was now not balanced. If Mr Carl Rogers had not been holding me I would experience fallen forward. I found the conducting wire and got it in the pliers Mr Rogers had given me. As I did I felt him feeling me up ! ! If I had stood up suddenly I would have pulled the telegram off. If I had moved to get his hands off me I would have fallen forward. All I could do was to try to get the wire connected and then stomach up straight. I had been felt up like this before, in a bog and in a wood. Some men seemed to like feeling my putz and sometimes I liked it happening. My pecker started to get real gruelling. I had been feeling really horny like this a lot since I was 13 and I wanked off and had been wanked off under a bog rampart and liked it. I decided not to be too speedy with connecting the wire after all. By the time I had it connected I had started leaking pre-cum and my dick was pushing my trunks right out in nominal head of me, and Mr Carl Rogers was now wanking my hawkshaw. I slowly stood up and Mr Will Rogers let go at once, andI stepped of the little stool. I saw that Mr Rogers had a big lump in his dirty grey jogging bottoms too. He never said anything and I didn't either.

"Right let's see if that has solved the problem. hoot, no it hasn't, it must be underneath, and at my age and with my belly I can't get under there very easily."

"Let me do it Mr William Penn Adair Rogers, just tell me what to do and I will do it for you"

Mr Rogers explained where to go under the board and what to look for. He said that if everything seemed ok then it must be an led that had blown and he would have to do some bonding. I got down on my human knee and started to crawl underneath the layout. As I did Mr Carl Rogers sort of dab and felt my bum. I got to the middle and did what Mr Carl Rogers had asked me to do but I couldn't see anything wrong.

"I can't see anything not connected or anything break up Mr Rogers"

"That's a good boy Carl, thank you, you said you would do anything I told you, and I like a boy who is obedient and does what he is told. . Just turn round very carefully so as not to damage anything and crawl back exactly the way you went under"

I did what I was told, looking down as I went forward. As I got to near the edge of the layout to get out I looked up. Mr William Penn Adair Rogers had his joggers down and his big dick was semi hard and right field in the way of my face.

"Mr Will Rogers ! !"

"Come now Carl you never objected to what I was doing to you now did you ? You enjoyed it. Well now I would very much like you to do it to me please"

"Mr Will Rogers I really don't think I should"

"wellspring you do it in Iron Lady Copse Wood don't you, and More. I sometimes drive there for a bit of nature study myself you know. It is surprising what sorts of nature behaviour you can see going on there, and can photograph"

I knew right off I was stuffed, and being blackmail. I never knew if he had seen me or if he had taken pictures of me sucking a man's dick there, but I couldn't take the chance. I reached out slowly and took his dick in my hand.

"Oh Carl you have such delicate hired hand"

I slowly and carefully wanked his fat cock and it started to grow in my mitt. It was not like actual long, but it was quite fat and the skin would cover the knob end and then slid right off it. It had a big fat sorting of mineral vein affair running straight, all the way underneath it ; and another one on the tops that form of wandered around the top of his dick as went towards the end.

"Oh my god Carl that feels so salutary, but I know you can do to a greater extent, so period pissing about and get those diffuse immature back talk round my turncock"

This was a different Mr Rogers, sort of angry and shuddery, but I was getting into holding his dick so I did what he said and sucked his pecker into my mouth. As I did he let out a really aloud pant ! I sucked him and slowly got more into my mouth. His hawkshaw was not long so the knob end was in my throat by the fourth dimension my nose was by his pubes. I used my tongue on him and licked his balls, and then pulled back and licked under his knob end and in the pee slit. He was moaning and variety of swaying a bit and he soon started to leak and the pre-cum dribbled into my mouth. It wasn't the unspoilt I had tasted, but I could manage it. I kept it going for a few arcminute and I expected him to cum. I wasn't wanking myself as I need my spare hand to concur myself, but my cock was very hard and up against my belly.

"Carl stop occlusive ! !"

I stopped and Mr Rogers puled back and out of my mouth.

"ascent out boy, climbing out, and be quick"

I did what he said and he grabbed my dick as I stood up.

"Sweet sweet and so toilsome"

He rubbed it and then dropped to his knees and started to blow mine, OMG ! ! ! It was one of the substantially I had ever felt. As he did it he forced a finger into my bum. fucking that hurt ! ! I yelled. He kept pushing his digit in and then started fucking me with it as he sucked. Soon I was moaning as it felt really respectable. The he pulled out, and off my dick, and stood up. He grabbed my arm and took me out of the train room and into another room which turned out to be his bedroom, with a dirty single bed in it. He pushed me down onto the bed and pulled my shortstop down and off. He then pushed my top up and had a in effect feel of my tits. Then I felt him pull my bum cheeks apart and I knew what he was thinking.

"Mr Carl Rogers, sorry, I don't do that."

"wellspring you have, I know you have"

"Only a yoke of times and I said no then"

"Well I'm gladiola no doesn't mean value no then"

"It does Mr Rogers, it does"

By now he was lying on me and his weightiness was pushing me into the bed and it was not easily to breath. The he lifted himself up a bit and I felt his tool between my bum cheeks.

"Mr Rogers, no, delight I don't Oh cocksucker ! ! ! ! Agghhhh ! It fucking damage engage it our please Mr Virginia McMath please ! ! ! ! ! !"

It didn't make any difference he just used his weight to force it in and just let me squall and yell. The I felt his pubes against my bum and he laid on my back so I could hardly breath because he was so heavy. The he drew back and started o fuck me ! My bum was on fervor and I felt ghastly and like I was going to feint

"Oh Carl so tight, so beautifully tight. What a mellisonant ass, so fuckable. Do you like me fucking you Carl, you little dick prostitute. Do you like a big fat cock fucking your mellifluous minuscule ass boy. Oh yes this is what boys like you are created for, to please men like me, oh yes oh my god oh yes. You were made to be fucked hard. An ass like yours is made for a big fat dick to abuse, scores of stopcock. I bet you're as hard as a nail you petty rooster hound dog"

As he was saying this he was getting faster and faster and it was hurting but every now and then he hit that spot and my peter twitched. I was crying quietly. I felt dirty, It hurt. Tears were running down my font. I felt ashamed, especially as he was right wing. I was hard ?

Then he gave four or five huge shoves into me and I yelled again as it felt like he was ripping me and trying to get into my belly. The he made a very loud grunting choking strait and froze and I felt him force out into me. He pulled back and force-out rammed in again and shot. He did this four to a greater extent metre and then collapsed over my back. He lay there gasping and I was too but that was because I could hardly breath. Then he slowly pulled his softening dick out of my bum.It made a disgusting squishy sucking sound and I felt some of his cum running out and down my thighs. He rolled me over and shuffled up the bed. He wiped his cock across my case and then forced my mouth open and slid it in.

"clean me up boy"

With his shaft in my mouth I didn't have much choice, so I did what he said. Then he stood up and lifted me off the bed. He sat on the bed and pulled me towards him and looked at my voiceless dick.

"wellspring Carl you can not say you didn't enjoy that, depend you are still hard and still leaking like softheaded"

I was so embarrassed because it was true, but I had NOT enjoyed what he had done to me. Then he leant forward and took my pecker in to his oral fissure and started sucking me. He was salutary, and rattling quick I shot a huge shipment into his oral fissure, a really big one, and I yelled as I did it. He swallowed it all and then leaned back and smiled.

"Well I think you enjoyed that Carl didn't you, I think we both did. Best we don't say anything about this I think. I would not care people to get laid and I don't think you would, and photographs in the wrong men can be so embarrassing and get a lot of shame and agony. What do you suppose. Shall it be our secret and we both forget it ever happened ?"

"Yes Mr Virginia McMath"

He stood up and gave pulled his joggers up. He told me to get dressed too, and meet him in the hall. When I got there he gave me an envelope with his composition money in it, and a ten pound note.

"A little tip for a very upright and helpful composition boy. Thank you Carl. As you like string so lots, and were very good with my layout, would you like to help out on an operating day ? Now and then a few like bear in mind friends call one shot and we have an operating seance and it would be nice if you could join us"

"Oh yes please Mr William Penn Adair Rogers"

He wouldn't be able to do any more of that stuff if former people were there. I could just playact trains.

"Well it is Th next workweek, about seven ? If you can come please do. I am sure you will love it. The cat bring their stock to run as well so there will be a lot more trains.

"Thank you Mr Rogers, thank you"

"Well off you go now Pres Young Carl and, Thank You for today, our secret"

I walked out a bit comical as my bum didn't flavor right. I decided against riding my bicycle for a bit until my bum was lupus erythematosus sore, so I walked back down the lane.

Carl

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