MY PAPER ROUND

'The farm hands'

A SHORT STORY BY XAVIER


Hello, someone told me that you liked to hear about teenage boys,
especially what they get up to when they feel horny, have a wank, shoot
their cum, etc. Well, my name is Chris. I am sixteen years old, and I just
love to wank my prick and shoot my spunk. I love having my prick sucked,
would you like to do it for me? Anyway, I thought I would write to you and
tell you about what happened to me a few months ago, when I started a new
paper round.


I have two brothers, both of them are older than me and have left
school. Adrian is a car mechanic and Matthew, who is eighteen, is an
apprentice electrician. Adrian is twenty by the way. Both of them always
seem to have lots of money, they can go and buy whatever they want. Me, on
the other hand, I never have enough to get that new CD or that fabulous
computer game, I have to rely on a measly 2.50 pocket money which my
dad gives me.


Anyway, I was reading the free newspaper one night and saw this ad. 'Boys
and girls wanted to deliver this paper'. It went on to list the areas they
wanted people to deliver in, an' I noticed that where I live was listed. I
asked my mum and dad if I could apply. They said it would be okay as it
would give me an idea of the value of money if I had to go and earn it
myself. I rang the number in the ad. and they took down my name and
address. About a week later a letter came for me, it was from the local
shop in the village asking me if I was still interested in delivering the
free papers and if I was, to go down an' see them.


When I got there the owner of the shop asked me some questions as to how
old I was etc. I think he liked me 'cause it wasn't long before I was out
on my first paper round. As well as delivering the free papers once a week
in the afternoons, I agreed to do a morning and afternoon round as well, it
was all extra money. It was during one of these rounds which the experience
I want to tell you about took place.


The round I did was out in the country but, as I live in a small village,
the country isn't that far away. The whole thing used to take about an
hour. I delivered to large detached houses, bungalows, cottages and a few
isolated farms. One of the farms was called 'Hilltop' and it didn't take a
genius to work out why for it was at the top of one of the steepest hills
in the area. It was a long, hard struggle for me to ride my drop handled
racing bike up the steep slope and along the rough farm track which, when
it rained, was very muddy, its many potholes quickly filling with water. By
the time I pushed the various newspapers through the farmhouse door I was
nearly always sweating buckets.


The farm , I discovered, is a dairy farm which produces cheese and
butter. They have a very large herd of cows which I would see being herded
to and fro' by a couple of young farm hands. They didn't seem much older
than myself and only looked about 18 or so. One thing which seemed strange
to me though was that they always seemed to be in the farmyard, night and
morning, when I delivered the papers, and they weren't always herding
cows. I thought they must work very long hours. Another thing I felt was
that they always seemed to be watching me, my every movement, from the
moment they saw me coming up the farm track to when I rode off again. It
didn't worry me though, I can look after myself.


Anyway, after a few months, I arrived at the farm one hot and sunny
afternoon for my normal delivery. As usual, I had come straight from school
and was still wearing my uniform, apart from my blazer, which I had left in
the shop because it was so hot. By the time I had reached the farm yard I
was really hot, I was sweating so much that I could feel my white shirt
beginning to stick to my back, under my arms and to my chest, I noticed
that it had become slightly transparent in the process and my hard brown
teenage nipples could been seen clearly through it.


It was not only my shirt which was damp, my trousers also had begun to
stick to my legs and up the crack of my arse where the bike seat had
been. As I never wear underpants the thin black material rode easily
between my cheeks. I quite like the feeling of them clinging to my bum, it
makes me feel sort of sexy. I became aware that my teenage prick was now
semi-erect and, as my trousers were tight enough around the top of my legs
to stop it falling down, formed a nice little bulge where it matters most.


As I got off my bike the two young farm hands came over to me. As they had
not spoken a word to me before I was quite surprised when one of them said
"All right then mate? You look fuckin' hot." "Yeah," I replied. "It's hard
work riding up that hill." I walked over to the farmhouse door and took a
paper from my bright orange bag. As I was pushing it through the letterbox
I could see the two lads watching me out of the corner of my eye. I turned
to go back to my bike and was suddenly very aware that my prick had become
fully erect and was pointing, slightly upwards, towards my right pocket. I
knew it must be clearly visible. As I walked, the motion of the material
rubbing over my fully exposed knob end only served to heighten my state of
arousal, I knew it would not go down quickly.


The two lads were now standing right next to my bike. As I approached, I
knew they were looking at my crotch. "Bloody hell," exclaimed one, "you're
better hung than the fuckin' bull we have in the top field." Both of them
had a smirk on their face. "Seein' as you're such a hot little lad, how
would you like to come into the milking shed with us and we can give you a
nice, long, cool glass of milk straight from the fridge." I was really hot
and thirsty, and to be honest, the thought of them noticing my hard on,
quite excited me, so I said I would love a drink and followed them into the
milking shed.


The bigger of the lads went to a small fridge just inside the very modern
building. "You do like cold milk don't you kid?" he said, again with a
smirk on his face. "I'm so hot and thirsty, I think anything will do." As
he handed me a large glass of cold milk I turned around and noticed that
the other lad was wheeling my bike into the building. "Oh, so anything will
do then will it?" he said as he pushed the bike over to me.


I'll just pause here to tell you a bit about the farm hands. They each wore
faded blue jeans and Doc Marten boots. One had a check shirt on, the other
a see through vest/tee shirt sort of thing, I could see his tits through
it. The lads were very well proportioned and also seemed 'Well hung'. Their
jeans clung to their tight little teenage arses, which made my pulse race,
wondering what was going to happen next.


It didn't take long for me to finish my glass of milk, I was so
thirsty. "Thanks a lot lads. I'd better be off now, I've more papers to
deliver." "Now there's gratitude for you. We are kind enough to give you a
drink and now you want to rush straight off. Have a rest and cool off a
bit, I'm sure people won't mind waiting a bit longer for their
papers. What's your name?" I told them my name was Christopher and they
said that their names were Dave and Mike, Mike being the biggest and the
one in the check shirt. "How old are you then?" asked Mike. "Sixteen." "Do
you always sweat so much? you're fuckin' soaked." "I only sweat a lot when
I ride up that hill, it's so steep." "Why have you got such a big hard on
then Chris?" he continued. I felt embarrassed by his direct question and
could feel myself blushing. "Now then Mike, you're making him blush,"
sniggered Dave. "I think it's because I have been pedalling so hard on my
bike, my dick's been rubbing on my trousers." "Surely you mean its been
rubbing inside your underpants, don't you Chris?" I felt even more
embarrassed. "Er, no. I don't ever wear any." "Fancy that then," chuckled
Mike as he gave Dave a wink. "It wouldn't be then, I suppose," said Dave,
"because you are a randy school kid being turned on by all this heat then?"
He leaned on the handlebars of my bike as he spoke.


"Shall we let you into a little secret Chris?" "What's that then?" "We've
been watchin' you for the last couple of weeks." "Why? What do you mean?"
"Don't look so worried kid. We think you're really cute, don't we Mike?"
Mike looked at me with a grin and said, "Yeah, really cute." Again I could
feel myself blushing at being called cute. "Do you know what we mean
Chris?" continued Mike. "Yes I think so. Do you mean you fancy me?" I was
secretly hoping that they would say yes but couldn't seem too eager. Mike's
tone of voice suddenly changed. "Do we fancy you? Not fuckin' half boy. Not
fuckin' half. We'll show you just how much, are you game?" Without thinking
I just said "Yes." "Well get on your bike then Chris, just get on your
bike." I did as Mike said. As I sat there on my saddle, one foot on the
ground the other on my pedal, the crotch of my trousers became even more
pronounced as it was pushed both upwards and forwards. "You sexy little
wanker. You must love showing off that bulge in your trousers otherwise you
wouldn't wear them so tight. You're just begging for it aren't you Chris?"


As I said, Mike seemed to have a different tone to his voice now, it was
more determined, more powerful, almost like a teacher, I definitely thought
he was in command. "Now then Chris, you said that you'd drink anything
didn't you?" "Well yes, I suppose I did." "Well you've had some ice cold
milk and you liked it didn't you?" "Yes, it was great." The smirk on Mike's
face grew even bigger. "How do you fancy some hot milk then Chris. Hot,
double cream milk?" Dave then stood right in front of my bike and took hold
of the handlebars whilst Mike got a small wooden box and placed it to one
side of me. Standing on the box he said, "Want to see some real Johnny then
Chris?" "Course he does. Just give it to him Mike," urged Dave. "Give him a
drink of fresh double dairy milk, hot from your Johnny." Mike quickly
unzipped his jeans and struggled to release his already erect teenage penis
from the confines of the faded and worn denim material. I was amazed at the
thickness of it.


Dave grabbed my hands and made me place them on my drop handlebars where he
held them firmly. At the same time Mike grabbed my head and forced it
towards his hard erect shaft which was now jutting from his flies. "Get
this fucker in your mouth then, you randy little cock sucking paperboy." I
pretended to object and struggled a bit, but I was loving every minute. As
I got closer to his knob I could smell the pissy aroma, I could also see
the clear fluid which was oozing from his piss slit, which was gaping
wide. "Come on, come on, get the thing in your gob then, stop pissing
about. I can't hold my load much longer." Mike was shaking with excitement
as he screamed his orders at me. I then felt his hot and shiny knob end
enter my mouth.


As I felt around his knob end with the tip of my tongue, I noticed how
smooth it felt. I continued to lick him and could feel him trying to force
more and more of his prick into my mouth, deeper and deeper towards the
back of my throat. With one big thrust, his knob end felt as though it had
hit my tonsils and I began to splutter. "Fuckin' hell. Fuckin' 'ell! You're
gonna get your hot milk now kid." Mike's bum cheeks tensed and I could feel
his shaft stiffen even more, then, much to my own excitement, I felt his
hot, thick teenage jack juice spurt from the end of his prick. He was going
berserk as spurt after spurt hit the back of my throat. I gulped as quickly
as I could so as not to lose a drop of it. I didn't want them calling me
chicken if I spat it out.


My own prick was fully erect and aching for attention. The pre-cum which
was dripping from it was causing a damp patch to appear through the black
material of my trousers and the shape of my knob end could be seen clearly
through the thin material. Pulling his wet cock from my mouth and with a
grin on his face, Mike said "Did you like that then Chris? Did you enjoy
your hot milk?"


"Come on, move over then Mike, it's my turn now," said Dave as he let go of
the handlebars and gestured to Mike. They quickly changed places and Mike
held my hands on the handlebars. "If you like milk shakes then, you tight
arsed little wanker, I'll give you a double. Get your hot gob around this!"
Again I witnessed a stiff teenage dick being released from tight denim but
with one difference. This time I was presented with an even bigger prick
than a few moments ago, which surprised me as Dave was smaller built than
Mike. With as much force, if not more, as Mike had used, Dave pushed his
throbbing knob end into my mouth. I think he had got so excited at watching
Mike drop his lot into my throat, that he couldn't wait to do the
same. Before I even had time to lick his knob he was pulsating in my mouth
and I felt the warm fluid covering my tongue only this time, unlike Mike,
who had pushed his shaft ever deeper into my throat as he was coming, he
removed his prick half way through and sprayed the remainder of his thick
white cum into my face. "Have some beauty cream, you little cock sucker,
and have some on your schoolboy crotch as well." He quickly stepped off the
box and placed the tip of his still spurting dick between my legs, leaving
a noticeable deposit on the black material of my trousers.


"Did you have to do that?" I said. "That'll leave a mark now." I was
worried as my mum was bound to see it and ask how it had got there and what
it was. "Don't worry kid. People will think you dropped some ice cream on
your lap. They certainly won't think it's boy spunk that's for sure, you're
too cute and innocent looking for that. You do like ice cream don't you?"
Dave chuckled.


>From the look on my face, and the bulge in my trousers, the lads knew my
own prick was quickly reaching the point of no return. Without another word
Dave quickly grabbed my arms and held them behind my back so that I
couldn't get off my bike. "Don't want you getting cold feet now then, do we
Chris?" he whispered into my ear. Mike started to push my hard cock down
the leg of my trousers. It was a difficult job as it was so stiff, but he
wasn't going to give up and eventually he got it pointing down the seam of
my right leg, which was the one resting on the floor. Slowly, Mike started
to stroke the length of my prick, paying particular attention to the ridge
of my knob, he knew where I was most sensitive all right. "Come on then
Chris, let's see what else a paperboy can deliver then." I wasn't expecting
this. It was bad enough having some of Dave's spunk ON my trousers. I
wasn't too keen on dropping my own load IN them as I had to wear them to
school the next day. I wasn't given the choice though. It seemed that the
lads wanted me to cream my uniform, no matter what.


Mike continued to stroke the material. Slowly he gained speed. Faster and
faster he rubbed, so fast in the end that the friction of his hand on the
material was causing it to become warm. "Come on then. You're not too young
to cum are you Chris? You do shoot spunk don't you?" "Course I Fuckin' well
do! I just don't want to fuck my trousers up. Stop rubbing me, I'm gonna
cum!" "Well bloody well cum then. Come on then, cum. Cum. CUM." They
started to chant. "We want to see a nice wet patch in those tight schoolboy
trousers of yours." I struggled in earnest now as I really didn't want to
spunk in my trousers. But it was too late, I had reached that point of no
return and my prick took control. My whole body shuddered and stiffened,
then as I sat on my bike, I felt the warm sticky fluid being pumped down
the leg of my trousers. The lads laughed as they could see my prick
pulsating and straining against the jet black material. Some of the spunk
was being forced through it, such was the power behind my orgasm. "That's
it then Chris. A nice big load of cream inside your school trousers, what
more could you ask for?" said Mike. "For fuck sake! Just look at this,"
said Dave, releasing my arms. He gestured to Mike to look downwards. He
then bent down to my right shoe and, with his finger, scooped up a small
globule of my milk. "Look Mike, genuine paperboy spunk." They both laughed.


"Well, we can't hang around here all afternoon, we have a herd of cows to
milk," said Dave as they both adjusted their jeans, giving me a
wink. "Thanks for the practice then Chris. See you again then." With that
they just walked outside. I was left sitting on my bike with a load of
spunk in my trousers and feeling very sticky. As I rode out of the farmyard
and down the hill, I could feel my trousers sticking to my leg. This time,
I knew it wasn't sweat making them stick to me, it was my spunk. Luckily,
as it was so hot that day, it wasn't long before they dried. Surprisingly,
it didn't show through that much, but it did go a little stiff, just like
my prick did again that night, as I had a wank in bed thinking about Dave
and Mike.


That wasn't the last time I saw them, in fact they knew lots of other guys
who liked young guys of my age and they introduced me to them. I will have
to tell you about them sometime. One thing you can be certain of though, I
now have a huge collection of Cds.


Chris.


Recounted for the entertainment of like minded adults.

I hope you enjoyed reading it.

Take care and always practice safe sex.


Xavier 1997