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Subject: The Paperboy...Collects   (man/boy)
Date: 11 Nov 1994 03:48:53 -0000
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FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS:
 
FROM THE ARCHIVES:
 
"THE PAPERBOY COLLECTS"
 
 
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have appeared previously on the net, or in other publications.
 
This is an adult fiction story, which consists of sex and sexual 
scenes between men and boys.
 
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THE PAPERBOY COLLECTS
BY ETAN JOHN
 
 
"Hi Uh...Mr. Frazier?" the little blond asked as I opened the door.
 
"Yes, can I help you?" I answered. 
 
My eyes gazed at the boy before me. The kid was wearing tight 
red nylon short-shorts that hugged him in all the right places, a 
yellow Tee-shirt that was cut off just below the nipples, white 
sweat socks, and a pair of high-top sneakers, untied of course.
 
"I'm Ricky Wood," my pint sized dream boat replied. "I'm your 
new paperboy, and I'm here to collect for June."
 
"Well Ricky, some on in." I said as I opened the door for the 
blue-eyed hunk. "Have a seat while I fetch your money. How 
much does it come to?"
 
"Eight dollars and forty cents," Ricky said plopping himself down 
on the sofa.
 
"Would you like a coke or something?" I asked.
 
"Yeah, I'm wiped," the kid replied. "A coke would be great Mr. 
Frazier."
 
I left the prince to himself and went to get his money and coke. I 
took a soda from the fridge, and took my wallet from the top of 
the icebox. My hands were shaking as I removed a twenty. I also 
noticed that I was starting to perspire. Damn! What this boy was 
doing to me. He's just a kid you fool! Control yourself!
 
"Here you go Ricky," I said as I returned to the living room, 
handing the young stud the twenty. "Keep the change."
 
"But Mistuh Frazier," the boy said wide-eyed. "This is a twenty."
 
"I tip well for good service Ricky." I said sitting down next to the 
lad. "And, by the way, call me Tom."
 
Young Mr. Wood told me how he picked up the route two weeks 
ago when his friend, Johnny, quit. Ricky said he just turned 
thirteen, and would be starting the eight grade in the fall.
 
While the teenager was talking, I would glance down at the crotch 
of his skimpy shorts, when I was sure that he wasn't looking at 
my eyes. That little lump that was pressing against the red nylon 
was having a delightful effect between my own legs. The baby 
smooth thighs, and the...Wait a minute! Control Tom! The word 
is control.
 
"Uh Mr...um Tom?" the kid said.
 
I glanced up into the boy's face, and saw he was looking into my 
eyes. Ricky knew I was checking him out!
 
"I, uh...think I better be going," Ricky stammered. "Thanks for 
the tip and the coke."
 
Before I knew it, the little blonde star was off the couch and out 
the door. I screwed it up! I scared the boy away for good!
 
**********
 
A month later Ricky was back to collect for July. The young 
number was wearing those same nylon shorts. Just shorts, 
nothing else! Mercy! I would have drooled a gallon of saliva if my 
mouth had not been closed.
 
"Hi Tom," the youth beamed. "I'm here to collect for July."
 
I turned to go and get Rick his pay, when he said, "Aren't you 
gonna invite me in for a coke? It's hot as hell out here, and I'm 
super thirsty."
 
MY paperboy was grinning from ear to ear, showing off his 
dimples. This can't be the same boy who for the past four weeks 
has delivered the paper, and then jumped on his bike, and peddled 
as fast as he could out of my driveway, so that the man with 
wandering eyes wouldn't be able to gawk too much.
 
"Yeah, sure. Come in," I said somewhat shocked.
 
The tanned, bare chested teenager led me into the living room, his 
buns swaying back and forth in their clinging nylon confines. I 
caught the sweet scent of boy sweat coming off of Ricky which, 
of course, sent blood rushing straight to my penis. Yes, the kid 
had worked up a darn good sweat running around, half naked in 
the July sun, much to my benefit.
 
"Man, I smell like a cow!" the youth grinned. Ricky was looking 
right into my eyes as he dropped his small frame into the sofa, 
spreading his hairless legs in the process. "Maybe somehow I can 
earn an even bigger tip this time, huh Tom?"
 
"Sure...yeah," I stumbled. I couldn't help but stare between the 
thirteen year old's wide spread thighs. Ricky wasn't wearing any 
underpants, I soon found out, as the tip of his boyhood poked 
thorough the leg of those tiny red shorts.
 
"Ooohsssssss, excuse me!" The boy pushed his cock back into 
it's nylon security, while he looked up at me with a daring smile.
 
"Uh...let's see," I forced. "Eight-forty, right?"
 
"You got it Tom," the young stud answered.
 
I left the room at full mast. The kid knew it too, as I saw his baby 
blues take a quick glance at my groin, and then return to my eyes, 
giving me a hot little wink! I was cooked! The hell with self 
control!
 
He was not going to leave until he got laid. Who was seducing 
who here? Last time he was so eager to leave and today he comes 
half naked, and he's sitting in there right now waiting for me to 
make a move.
 
I returned and handed the pretty blond a fifty dollar bill.
 
"Gosh," Ricky gasped. "Thanks Tom!"
 
"Don't mention it," I trembled.
 
"Can I take a shower?" he asked politely. "I could sure use one!"
 
"Sh-sure," I blushed beet red.
 
"Ya, wanna shower with me?" Ricky grinned as he gave his 
basket a squeeze. "Saves water y'know."
 
"Ah...ah no, I...um showered just before you came," I 
stammered like I was the teenager. The kid was asking for it, and 
here I was acting like a frightened child!
 
**********
 
 
"TOM!" Ricky yelled from the bathroom. "Would you dry my 
back, please?"
 
"Yeah, sure," I croaked. I thought I would pass out from lust as I 
went in to dry off the horny teen.
 
Ricky was standing with his back to me, his nude, pear-shaped 
boy buns greeting me as I entered the bathroom. I grabbed a soft 
cotton and started at the top of the youth's shoulders, and slowly 
worked my way down his lean back. Moving the boy's armpits, I 
rubbed then dry, which produced an excited giggle from the sexy 
youth. Going farther south, I came to the kid's smooth, cheeky 
ass. I encased the little globes in the soft cloth, and lightly 
massaged them.
 
When Ricky didn't protest, I began to dry the hot bubble butt in 
earnest. Slipping the towel in between the milky cheeks, I dried 
up and down until I was sure that no damp skin remained.
 
"Mmmmmm," the youngster moaned as I dried his private, pink 
hole.
 
I went to my knees and ran the towel down the boy's smooth 
legs, starring straight ahead at his ass the whole time. I longed to 
bury my face between those warm and cozy buns.
 
"Want me to do your feet too?" I asked innocently.
 
"Sure." Ricky said in a hoarse whisper. "Do whatever you want."
 
"Turn around," I instructed. The hot teenager was mine! Ricky's 
cock was hard. All four tasty inches pointed north, and a drop of 
boy goo clung to the kid's piss slit. It was all I could do to stop 
from stuffing that young rod into my watering mouth!
 
I was toweling off Ricky's tummy when I simply couldn't take it 
anymore. My lust had taken control. I dropped the cloth, and took 
that throbbing woody into my hand. The boy cock was just inches 
from my face.
 
Ricky was leaking his love juice like a broken faucet. A drop of 
the teen's precum rolled down the head, and along the length of 
his cock, wetting my hand.
 
"Suck it," Ricky whispered. "Oh please, suck me off Mr. 
Frazier."
 
I leaned forward with my tongue leading the way. "Mmmmm," 
two voices moaned in unison.
 
-The End-
 
 
 
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