Date: Sun, 29 Nov 1998 19:27:10 -0800 From: ncblueboy@hotmail.com Subject: The Paper Boy This story is about male to male sex. If you are under 18 or find this kind of material offensive, please do NOT continue. The Paper Boy by Larry D. Growing up in junior high and high school in a very small town, you knew everyone there. They were either in your class, a good friend, neighbor or a friends' relative. You learned to be careful of saying or doing anything that you didn't want repeated. When I was about 11, my dad started having the local newspaper delivered to the house. This was a new service to our area. Since my dad was up at 5:30 AM and not home until 6:00 PM he hardly wanted to make an extra stop for the paper. It was with this new service that I found I had a fantasy I never knew about. This fantasy was that I got all excited when a salesman or the paperboy came by. My father passed away three years later and within the next year we moved to the other end of town. My mother took up the tradition of having the newspaper delivered to the house. This new paperboy was a guy in my grade at school. I was in the 10th grade. We had been in the same grade, but different classes since the 7th grade. I had always liked Skip's looks. Tall, slender, dark hair and eyes, possessing the hot Italian male look. I never had paid too much attention to him until the first day he came to pick up the money for the paper. I had never seen him in jeans. Man, oh man, did he ever look good in jeans. I wanted to yank him in the door and attack his body. But I knew that was not the way to win him over. I was 5 feet tall by then and Skip was 5'9". I have always liked tall men -- don't know why. Over the next month, I tried to be there near the door when he came to pick up the paper money. We would talk a little. Then we started to become friendly at school too. A few words between classes while passing each other in the hall. Sharing a table in the lunch room was becoming a daily thing. I liked him more and more. Then one day he asked me if he could come in to use the bathroom, when he dropped off the paper. Of course, I let him in. Nothing happened, but we talked for a few minutes, and he asked me to come by his house the follow day as we had a teacher's conference day, which meant no school. His little brother and sister were going with his mother to his aunt's house for the day. I couldn't wait until the next day. I rode my bike to his house. Knocked on the door. He let me in, we got something to drink and went up to his room. Being that it was only about 40 degrees outside, we stayed in doors. We talked, listen to records and so on. After about an hour, the subject got around to sex. Of course, we talked about girls. Neither of us had any REAL experience, but that made it easier to fool the other. I could see that Skip was getting excited. His jeans showed where his balls were and a tubular growth crawling down his leg. We talked a while longer when Skip said, "Want to see some magazines?" Now what hot blooded American male wouldn't. Skip went into his mom and dad's room and came back. He had several magazines in his hand. He sat on his bed and told me to sit up there with him. He held the book and started to slowly turn the pages. We would make a comment from time to time about the women, but we always noticed the men. The hairy chest, the smooth chest, broad shoulders, tight or bubble butt and especially the size and shape of the penis. The more we looked the harder we both got. He came to a picture of a girl giving a guy a hand job. He said, "I bet that feels good." I asked Skip, "You never had anyone jack you off? The guys in my old neighborhood use to do that to each other when we were younger." Skip turned somewhat red in the face, and he said he never had friends that were that close. At that point he reached down to his crotch and readjusted himself. I could see that he was no slouch down there. A short while later, we came to a picture of a girl giving a guy a blow job. Skip's eyes stared at the picture. Then he said, "Damn that looks hot." I turned to him and said, "It can be the best feeling you ever had if it is done right." He quickly turned to me and asked me how it felt. I tried to explain it, but finally admitted the only way to know how it feels is to have it done to you. He asked me how many times I had been blown by a girl. I blushed, stuttered, and then admitted never. Skip said, "You just said it felt good. If a girl never gave you a blow job how can you know?" I blushed even more, and finally admitted to him that we had a club. All of us guys in the neighborhood formed a sex club, and the initiation was giving everyone else in the club a blow job. He looked at me and said, "Oh, I see." I looked at him and then looked back at the picture. "I wish I knew how that felt. I would do almost anything to find get a good blow job." This was like music to my ears. I have always enjoyed giving oral as much as getting it. I looked at Skip and asked him, "I could show you, but if you tell anyone at all, I will tell them that it was you who did me." He swore he would never tell anyone. (He never did either.) He asked me what to do: Should he unzip his pants? Pull them down or what? This was my chance to enjoy a slow sexual process. I got Skip to stand next to the bed. I groped his crotch. I was rock hard in my jeans. Being a chubby kid, he couldn't even tell I was excited. I unzipped his jeans. let them fall to his ankles and chewed on his cock through his briefs. Damn was he hot. He had oozed cum so much that he had a big wet spot on his briefs. I pulled down his briefs. I held his cock and licked the head of it, removing the remaining drops of precum at the piss slit. Letting my lips part I took the head in. Enjoying the flavor of him and the male scent of his crotch, I took his cock in, inch by inch. Skip was well endowed and had nearly seven inches. When I reached the base I stopped and savored this event. He moaned. I pulled slowly off of his cock and looked up. I asked him, "How do you like it?" He answered, "That was good. Is that all?' I quickly told him, "Not hardly. That is the beginning." I paused for a moment and asked, "When was the last time you jacked off?" Skip said, "I am not allowed to jack off." I gave him a "oh, come on, I don't believe that story" look. He said that it had been a couple of months. It was hard for him to jack off since his younger brother slept in the same room. "Please don't stop yet." He begged. I returned to sucking his cock. It was so hard and continually oozed the sweetest cum I have ever tasted. After several minutes, he stopped me. He wanted to try another position. He had me lay on my back, he straddled my face and he positioned his cock over my face. He slowly lower it into my mouth and continued to bury it deep inside. He then began to fuck my face slowly. With time he sped up faster and faster. After several more minutes, he started to pull out repeating over and over, "I am going to cum." I grabbed his butt and pulled him back into my mouth. He said, "I can't hold back!" I held him in my mouth with arms around his backside. He bucked forward and then started to shoot his load. There was no doubt in my mind at that point that he hadn't cum in at least two months. He shot and shot. (I was to find out in the future that he shot more cum than any boy or man I have ever met to this very day -- every time he came.) He smiled. I came while I was milking his cock dry. Good thing he had taken his shirt off early on, for he had me so hot I shot all the way up to his neck. (I always did shoot a long way.) After that he never talked about what we did. I always wanted to do him when we were together. He usually used the "I'm a good catholic and it is against my religion" story to me when he felt guilty about doing it. But usually about once ever two to three months for the next two years he would break down and I would give him a good blow job. The last time we got together after school, he tried giving me a blow job. He wasn't very good and he didn't suck for long, but at least he did try. After that we only saw each other a couple of times in the next year. I went to say goodbye to him in March of 1966, and told him I was going into the Navy. We had been out of school for two years. We talked about how we had become friends. He said at that time that he still hadn't found any girl that could give head like I did. Yes, we sucked each other off at that point. It was great I showed him how to 69, and he was on top. It was the first time he ever tasted cum. I went off to boot camp, and was a sexual frustration with all the good looking guys around. I always seemed to be stuck with all the straight guys. I went into the Navy at 165 pounds. At 5'7" that made my waist a 36. Obviously I was on the fat side. When I finished boot camp, I was 5'7-1/2" and 132 pounds. I had shed pounds and tightened up a lot. After I had been home a few days, I found out that the junior college that Skip went to was closed for summer break. I gave him a call. The phone rang and his mom picked up the phone. She said that Skip would give me a call that night. No call. I was so depressed. No one I knew was home. The next morning around 10:30 AM, the phone rang and it was Skip! My heart jumped. We talked for a few minutes. He said his mom was leaving for a while, come on over. Of course, I hopped in the car and drove right over. When I got there, I knocked on the door. No answer. I opened it and called in the door. No answer. I walked to the foot of the stairs and called out again. Finally a voice yelled, "Come on up." I did that taking two steps at a time. I walked in his room. We both did a double take. He stared at me. I forgot he had never seen me this slender and in shape. I stared at him for he was now broader shouldered, fuller butt and now had a grown man's body. Also, he was laying on his bed with his legs spread apart and had nothing on but tennis shorts with no underwear. Now Skip has the largest balls on a man I have ever seen. Therefore, that explained the large loads of cum. He jumped up off the bed and ran over to me, shut the door and pulled me close. He gave me the most passionate kiss I had in months. We broke apart. "You look so great! I can't believe how good you look. You look good enough to eat." He said as he reached for my crotch. I looked back at him. Then I asked him, "Well don't let me stop you!" We slowly stripped each other. For the next 2-1/2 hours, we kissed, felt, cuddled and sucked each other. Since he use to be so afraid to do anything without a lot of coaxing from me, I was shocked and definitely pleased. He either had had a lot of practice, or he was just horny as hell. After that period, he looked at me and said, "My mom will be home soon. I want you to do me a favor." I looked at him seriously, and said, "Sure what?" He rolled me onto my back. Leaned over kissed me, sucked my cock again and then reached under his pillow. He lubed up my cock and sat on it. Oh and was he ever tight. He rode my cock like a cowboy rides a horse. Well trained and precise. I was having to keep from shooting he was so good. Finally I told him I can't hold back any longer, and I let loose. I shot and shot. Being my first time since before boot camp, I was loaded. Just as he finished milking my cock with his ass, he leaned forward pushed his cock into my mouth, and shot his biggest load yet. It seemed like 10 or 15 minutes before he stopped emitting the last drops of cum. He leaned down and gave me a kiss. He said we better get dressed I think mom just pulled in the driveway. We dressed and went down so I could say hi to his mom, sister and brother. His Mom said hi and said that she and her daughter had to run another errand and would be gone for another hour or two. His brother said he was going out to play. So we went up stairs and got back on his bed and went to it again. We got in the 69 position, and then he turned around and with me on my back, buried his cock in my mouth. I was sucking him and enjoying it very much, when I realized my cock was enveloped by a hot mouth. I tapped Skip, and he looked down at me. I pointed behind him and he looked and smiled. He said how do you think I got so good at this. Skip then pulled out of my mouth, his brother moved up and showed me his cock. Although he was three years younger that Skip, his brother was every bit as big as Skip if not bigger. Sucked him off, while Skip sucked me off. Then we both sucked Skip off. We were exhausted. It was great. It was late, and I had to get back home. That was the last I saw of Skip. I hear that he got married, had five kids, and now is divorced. Never found out why. But I always smile when I see a paperboy, and remember how good my paperboy was. If you wish to contact me in reference to this story, with comments pro or con, please feel free to write to me at ncblueboy@hotmail.com. Thank you.