From: etherealboy <realboy@lithe.dream.com>
Subject: Paperboys(b/b, mast., oral)
Date: 19 Dec 1995 01:22:15 GMT
Organization: Wishlink

The following story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to people or 
places is purely coincidental. The story contains depictions of sexual 
play between two juvenile males. In no way does my writing encourage or 
condone such activities. If you find material of this nature to be 
offensive or against your previously held precepts or morals, do not read 
further. If, due to any local or national laws you are forbidden from 
reading this material or if you are under the age of 18, do not read 
further. The writer assumes no responsibility for failure to heed 
the aforementioned instructions. CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED.


Paperboys
Part 1

    Aaron's deep brown eyes stared dejectedly out of the bus window, his 
dark hair matted between his head and the smudged glass. It had been a 
long day, and he was not looking forward to his job of delivering 
newspapers.
    
    "I just want to go home," he thought.
    
    The noise on the bus was incredible, probably due to the fact that it 
was nearing the end of May and everyone was ready for summer. The real 
noise was confined to the front of the bus, and Aaron was thankful that 
as a seventh grader he was able to sit in the very back.
    
    As the bus slowed for his stop, he shouldered his bulging backpack 
and walked toward the front of the bus as it was still moving. The door 
folded back with a screech and he lit down the steps as the driver 
admonished his vanishing back.

    The bus grumbled away slowly, and Aaron walked over to Justin's 
house, where the newspapers were delivered in bundles for the carriers to 
take door to door. Justin, who lived just down the street from Aaron, was 
an eighth at the public school, and they had both applied for a delivery 
job. They each got a job, each delivering half of the neighborhood's 
papers.

    He walked around the corner of Justin's garage so that he wasn't 
visible from the street, opened his bookbag, and removed a pair of blue 
jeans (size 24) and a T-shirt. He unbuttoned his white Oxford and flung 
it spitefully at the ground. Picking up the old Ocean Pacific T-shirt 
that had been white when it was new, he threaded his arms through the 
sleeves and pulled it over his head. Noticing how soon the cool air made 
his dekicate brown nipples harden, he muttered sarcastically to himself.

    "Yeah, right it's almost summer."

    Stepping on the battered heels for leverage, he kicked off his brown 
Docksiders. Making sure he was unobserved, he quickly undid his belt and 
let his navy blue slacks slide to his ankles.

    Though his skin color made him appear well tanned to most people, he 
actually showed no trace of last summer's sun. No tan lines were visible 
anywhere along his smooth legs - which held only a sparse covering of 
thin, short golden hairs - or on his creamy brown thighs, which 
disappeared at his white briefs, which were further obscured by the lower 
part of his T-shirt. This was actually planned on Aaron's part, and was 
the reason he had changed his shirt first; his dress shirt didn't cover 
as much of his nether regions as he felt comfortable with.

    As he bent over to put a leg in his jeans, inadvertantly flashing his 
firm little bottom covered only by his thin underwear, a voice startled 
him.

    "Nice strip show!"

    It was Justin, approaching from behind. Aaron wriggled into his tight 
jeans as quickly as possible, buttoned them, and turned to meet his 
friend.

    Justin, who had just turned fourteen a month before, was a good four 
inches taller than Aaron's five and a half feet, but partially due to his 
playing soccer, he had a thinner figure with fewer smooth curves and more 
sharp angles. Topping his pale head was a mop of light straw-colored 
hair. Below, bright blue eyes shone, and his lips, full and red against 
his pale skin, were curved into a smile.

    "It's not my fault I have to wear that crap," said Aaron, blushing at 
being seen nearly naked.

    "You could go to Franklin instead of Holy Family," Justin suggested.

    "No, I can't. My parents won't let me." This was only partially true.

    The two boys began to walk toward the front of the house and Justin 
handed Aaron a crumpled canvas bag with a day-glo orange shoulder strap. 
It was stained with black newsprint from previous use.

    "Here's your bag." He paused. "Why do they make you go to Holy 
Family?"

    "I dunno. They hate me I guess."

    Justin laughed, amused by Aaron's melancholy.

    "Actually," said Aaron, "they think it's a 'positive influence' on 
me, whatever the hell they mean by that."

    Justin thought as he used a utility knife to cut the plastic baling 
holding the newspapers together.

    "Well," he said, struggling with a particularly tough piece, "when 
was the last time you did something bad?" The plastic made a popping 
noise as it gave.

    "What do you mean?" asked Aaron, grabbing a handful of papers and 
putting them in his bag; carefully so as not to separate the sections.

    "When was the last time you did something you thought you shouldn't 
be doing?"

    Aaron first thought of masturbating the night before - or any night, 
for that matter, since he had discovered the practice earlier that year. 

    He had been reading a book that mentioned it, and the next time he 
was home alone, he took off all his clothes and had lain naked on his 
bed. He had tried grasping the shaft of his small penis between his thumb 
and forefinger, sliding the skin up and down over the tiny head. That had 
felt good, but when not a minute later he felt an intense rush of 
pleasure race from his inner thighs throughout his body, making his head 
and toes tingle, he knew he had found what he was looking for. From then 
on, he masturbated on an almost daily schedule, though he was more 
discreet about it now.

    Aaron blushed furiously at this memory, but saw that Justin's face 
was serious.

    "Well, last weekend I slept over at a friends, and we stayed up until 
three looking for a porno on Cinemax."

    Justin raised his eyebrows expectantly.

    "But the only thing on was a movie about a murder that had a couple 
of tit scenes in it." Actually he had been quite aroused by these scenes 
he so casually dismissed to his friend.

    "You haven't seen a real porno, then, have you." It wasn't a 
question.

    "No," saiud Aaron, mournfully.

    Justin finished packing his satchel and stood up.

    "The real stuff isn't on Cinemax anyway," he said authoritatively.

    "You have the real stuff?" Aaron asked with hope and awe.

    This time it was Justin's turn to be bashful.

    "Naw, I just saw one my brother used to have, but he took it to 
college. But I have a couple of good magazines." the grin was back.

    "Can I see them?" Aaron had not yet seen any true pornography, though 
he much wanted to.

    "Sure, as soon as we get tha damn papers done with I'll show them to 
you."

    Aaron brightened visibly.

    "Cool, see you later." He walked hurriedly to the first house on his 
route. Justin headed off in the other direction, to his half of the 
neighborhood.



    Aaron delivered the papers to the right side of the street first. As 
he went from door to door, he imagined what he might see in Justin's 
magazines. He would go home, and with the images fresh in his mind, he 
would go to his room under the pretences of studying and masturbate two 
or three times that evening. No! Even better, he would see if he could 
borrow one of Justin's magazines and take it with him. The closest he had 
been to seeing pictures of naked women were the lingerie ads in the J.C. 
Penney catalog. But how would he sneak it into the house without his 
mother noticing?

    He realized that he was getting an erection from thinking about it. 
Looking down, he saw that his underwear was doing nothing to stop a small 
tent from forming in his jeans about halfway up from the crotch. As he 
delivered the last paper from his bag and headed back for more, he didn't 
know which bothered him more: getting a boner in plain sight, or the fact 
that it was such a small boner. He concealed the proturbence with the 
empty bag as he made his way back to Justin's.

    Upon getting there, he saw that Justin hadn't yet picked up the 
second part of his papers. Aaron picked up his remaining pile and shoved 
them into his bag. He wasn't too bothered, because Justin had more 
subscribers on his route, but he didn't want to wait to see the 
magazines. He hurried off to finish his route, but this time his thoughts 
were more brooding. 

  Aaron had turned twelve almost seven months ago, but was sorely 
bothered by a lack of pubic hair. According to the tape measure he used, 
his little boner was only three and thre-quarter inches long and just 
more than an inch wide. A knot of terror formed in the pit of his stomach 
every other Tuesday and Thursday when it was time for gym class and the 
boys had to change together in the bathroom. He always made sure he had a 
long shirt on whenever he removed his pants so that no one would see just 
how tiny the small bulge in his underwear was. That was the real reason 
he didn't challenge his parents to let him go to the public school: he 
didn't want to go because he knew they had gym class every day and had to 
shower with each other.

    None of this mattered in light of the truth, but Aaron had no way of 
knowing the truth. The truth was that Aaron was the most beautiful boy in 
his class. Besides his shy personality, which everyone, unbeknownst to 
him, found charming, he was also incredibly physically beautiful. His 
long dark eyelashes that framed his even darker eyes; the graceful curve 
of the back of his neck; the way his cheeks dimpled and eyes sparkled 
when he smiled; his silver laughter; the nimbleness of his movements that 
showed a delicate strength; or the way that one unruly strand of hair 
would fall down over his left eye.

    All of these things made him the crush of all the girls in his class, 
and there were even a few boys who had vague fantasies and unexplainable 
feelings about him. Aaron, of course, had no way of knowing this, and was 
feeling rather morose as he finished his route.

    He returned to Justin's, saw that all of the papers were gone, and 
knew that Justin must be on his last trip. Aaron, perspiring from the 
work, sat down on the cool cement driveway, his unpleasant thoughts 
giving way to the anticipation of seeing dirty magazines.



    Justin was not saddled with Aaron's insecurity, although, as all boys 
do, he questioned his endowment. Instead, he thought of masturbating 
after Aaron would leave. He would pull the coveted jar of Vaseline from 
its hiding place in his dresser drawer, strip naked, lie on his bed and 
slather his throbbing erection with it.

    Thinking of the warmth of his hand around his shaft gave him a boner 
a bit bigger than the one Aaron was having. It also reminded him of his 
experiences at the camp he went to the summer before.

    He had been jerking off in his cabin when his bunkmate walked in. He 
had been terrified and made all sorts of hasty excuses as he tried to put 
his shorts back on. Instead of being shocked, his bunkmate had quickly 
suggested that they jerk each other off. In his disadvantaged state, 
there was no way Justin could refuse, and he had to admit; it was a lot 
more fun than doing it alone. Later that night, when they were lying in 
their beds talking about sex, his bunkmate had climbed into Juustin's 
bed. Justin was wearing only a pair of briefs, and his bunkmate was 
wearing nothing. After a brief caressing of smooth skin, Justin quickly 
shed hi underwear. Instead of jerking him off though, his bunkmate moved 
his mouth down to Justin's bursting erection and moved his wet lips up 
and down until Justin had erupted with an orgasm more exploisive than 
ever before.

    Justin still tingled with the memory, and rarely masturbated to the 
magazines he was going to share with Aaron, instead thinking of his 
bunkmate and the last two days of camp.

    The more he thought about his bunkmate, the more he thought about 
seeing Aaron dressing earlier, and seeing his naked thighs and tight 
little cheeks hidden beneath his scanty cotton underwear. As Justin 
delivered his last paper and started walking back, he resolved that he 
was going to get Aaron to jerk off with him.



    Aaron had moved to the porch stoop and was wiating there ten minutes 
later when Justin returned. Justin walked up to the door and opened it 
with his key. Aaron rose to his feet and followed him into the darkened 
house.

    "Isn't your mom home?" he asked, knowing the answer.

    "No, she works until six-thirty and doesn't get back til after 
seven."

    They dropped their bags on the floor by the doorway, and took 
off their shoes. Justin shut the door behind Aaron. As they walked into 
the kitchen, Aaron noticed the clock on the stove read 5:47. It was quiet 
except for the hum of the refrigerator.

    "You want anything to drink?"

    "No, I'm fine." Actually he was a little thirsty, but he was 
so anxious to get to Justin's magazine stash that he could feel the blood 
pounding in his ears.

    "We can go to my room if you want."
    
    Exactly what Aaron wanted to hear!

    "Is that where you've got the stuff?'

    "Yeah, follow me."

    Aaron followed Justin in silence as they climbed up the carpeted 
staircase. Justin opened the first door on the left, which had been left 
ajar. Aaron walked in close behind. Justin had been perspiring, and 
peeled out of his shirt, tossing it in the corner by the foot of his bed.

    "You look all sweaty too; go ahead and take your shirt off."

    "No, that's okay. I'm fine."

    "I'm serious. If you take it off you can hang it over that chair and 
give it a chance to dry."

    "Well, okay." Aaron didn't really feel comfortable about this, but 
figured that since Justin wasn't wearing his, it would be okay if he took 
his own off. He carefully removed it and placed it over the chair at 
Justin's desk.

    "Go ahead and sit down on my bed." It was, surprisingly, made, and 
Aaron sat down tentatively on the edge. Justin went over to the bottom 
drawer of his dresser and shoved aside a few pairs of shorts. Underneath, 
the glossy covers of three magazines shone. Next to them, the blue lid of 
a jar of Vaseline was visible. Justin pulled out the clothes and set them 
on the floor behind him. As Aaron looked on at Justin's curving back with 
arched vertebrae and the beginning of his ass showing where the striped 
elastic band of his briefs was pulled down, Justin pretended to be having 
trouble finding something and struggled to remove the jar of Vaseline, 
which he placed at his side, pretending to hide it, but knowing that it 
was fully in Aaron's sight.

    This was a revelation for Aaron, because although he suspected other 
boys did what he did, the way his classmates made fun of each other 
suggested that most of them did not masturbate. He immediately thought of 
Justin masturbating, and the thought caused his boner to swell up. Though 
it wasn't really visible while he was sitting, it served to remind him of 
why he hadn't wanted to give up his shirt.

    Justin was starting to get aroused as well, and he picked up the 
magazines and brought them over to the bed, "accidentally leaving the 
jar of Vaseline on the floor. He sat down next ot Aaron on the edge of 
the bed, and as it bowed under his added weight, their shoulders touched. 
Aaron didn't say anything or move away, afraid what Justin would think. 
The touch of the warm smooth skin next to his own made Justin's head go 
light with excitement, as well as giving him a throbbing erection that 
was so strong it almost hurt. He opened up a copy of Hustler and flipped 
through the pages until he found some of the more graphic images. 

    "Here's one of the better pictures," Justin said as he reached over 
Aaron's lap with the magazine. Aaron was ogling at the picture, which 
featured a man and a woman in what looked like an impossible game of 
naked Twister. As Justin extended his arms, though, Aaronlost attention 
with the page as he caught a glimpse of some pale blond wisps of hair 
under Justin's arm: this was something that intrigued him. Catching 
Justin's gaze, he pretended to be looking at the magazine, his face 
flushing with embarrassment. Justin took back the magazine, brushing the 
tip of Aaron's boner and his thigh with the back of his hand as he moved. 
He turned and placed the magazine beneath the other two, sensing that 
Aaron was looking at him. He was afraid he was going to get called on the 
last move. 
    
    Aaron had felt the brief touch, but it didn't bother him; he was 
staring at Justin in the hope of getting another glimpse of his golden 
pubes, and did not realize Justin was aware of his gaze. While looking at 
Justin's back and arms, he marvelled at the way the muscles in his back 
and shoulders were visible and rolled beneath the unblemished skin, and 
the way the sharp shoulderblade curved back and formed a smooth hollow. 
Not that Justin was particularly muscular; he was just thin from 
exercise.

    Justin turned back around with another magazine and Aaron tried to 
avert his eyes with little success. 

    "This one is really hard-core, you can't tell what half the pictures 
are of." Justin handed him the magazine. "Swedish Erotica" proclaimed the 
cover.

    "Can I borrow one of them; to take home?" Aaron wanted to leave soon, 
before Justin caught him staring.

    "Why?"

    "Because I want to read them." No, Aaron thought, because I want to 
jerk off with them.

    Justin felt a wave of tension rush through him as he contemplated his 
next move. He held his breath.

    "It'd be cool with me if you wanted to jerk off here. I mean, I do it 
all the time." Justin waited worriedly.

    Aaron felt the blood rush to his head. he really wanted to, but he 
didn't want Justin to find out that he didn't have any pubes yet. He was 
also worried that Justin might just be getting even with him for staring.

    "I..." Aaron trailed off. "But..."

    Justin was worried, and knew that if he let Aaron slip away now, 
Aaron would probably tell all of his friends; that would not be cool.

    "We can jerk each other off. Look. Everyone does it. Didn't you ever 
do it at camp?"

    This time Aaron could see some fear on Justin's face and knew that 
Justin was serious.

    "I want to," he said, visibly unsettled, "but I can't. I can't tell 
you why."

    Justin knew he had to do something to push Aaron over. He reached 
over and grabbed Aarons shoulders from behind, kneading and rubbing 
Aaron's back with his hands. He was amazed at how warm Aaron was and 
the tenderness of the skin that covered his taut back.
  
    Aaron relaxed under Justin's cool hands, and realized that he had 
rarely felt this good. It was just nice having someone give you the 
attention, and he even thought to himself that it was nice that the 
someone was Justin. Having his back rubbed only increased his excitement, 
and he really needed to do something about his boner, which was throbbing 
incredibly.

    "I need to jerk off bad," Aaron admitted.

    "It's okay," Justin said. Touching Aaron and feeling his body heat 
caused an ache that welled up from his groin and spread through his 
chest. He patted Aaron on the back, stood up and walked to the door. He 
closed the door and turned to Aaron, looking him in the eyes, and 
unzipped his jeans. Without taking his eyes from Aaron, he slid them to 
his ankles and stepped out of them.

    Aaron watched in awe as Justin's erection sprang free from his jeans 
and bulged against his white briefs. It's tip was far short of the gold 
striped elastic waistband, but to Aaron, it looked a lot bigger than his, 
which was actually the only erection he had seen before.

    "It's huge," Aaron said in awe.

    Justin grinned sheepishly as he walked over to Aaron, who still had 
not moved from the bed.

    "Actually I think it's kinda small. It's only four and a half inches 
when I measure it. But I'm sure it'll grow more." He stopped in front of 
Aaron. "C'mon, stand up. I'm not in this alone."

    Aaron rose to his feet, hands at his side, the tiny tent forming in 
his jeans. Justin gently put his hands between Aaron's jeans and waist, 
brushing Aaron's trim navel with his palm. He carefully unbottoned the 
top tab and slowly drew down the zipper. The jeans were tight, so he 
pulled down at the sides as he sank to his knees. When he got as far as 
the ankles, Aaron helped by stepping out of them. Justin sat back on his 
haunches and found himself staring, once again, but this time from only a 
foot away, at Aaron's firm, creamy brown thighs. He followed them to the 
edge of Aaron's underwear, and saw Aaron's boy penis sticking nearly 
staright out at him.

    "That's not all that small," he said, unable to control the warm 
feeling growing in his belly, "Was that what you were worried about?" He 
rose to his feet.

    "Yeah." Aaron was slightly embarrasses, seeing that Justin seemed to 
think it was all right. He noticed there was a small wet spot in Justin's 
underwear that hadn't been there before.

    "What's that?" Aaron pointed, "You didn't come, did you?"

    "No, no. That just happens when I get real horny." He suddenly 
realized the significance of the question. "Oh, I get it. You don't have 
any pubes yet, do you?"

    "No."Sadly.

    "That's fine, last year in the showers probably less than half the 
kids in my class had pubes until the end of the year. I didn't actually 
get any until over last summer." The confidentially, "I really got ragged 
on for it, too."

    Aaron was curious about what he had to look forward to.

    "Can I see em?" he asked with trepidation.

    "Sure, but I get to see you; that's the whole point."

    Justin pulled the elastic of his underwear over his protruding 
erection and slid them down over his slim legs, letting them drop around 
his feet. He stepped out of them and moved to the bed, lying on his side 
and propping himself up with one elbow. Aaron followed with his eyes the 
entire time.

    His eyes tracked from Justin's inviting grin, to his tight pink 
nipples, set atop the beginnings of muscle, over a curved shoulder with a 
prominent collarbone, down his lean arms, smooth except for the nearly 
white hair that gilded them, and back up to the partially visible ribs of 
the chest that expanded and contracted with each breath Justin took. He 
saw the thin wisps of hair under Justin's arms and the slightly defined 
stomach muscles, wrapping themselves tightly around his hips and navel. 
Below that, beyond his waistline and intersecting with the lines of his 
thighs, was a small downy thatch of hair that was nearly as blond as the 
hair on his head. Covered with sparse, thin hairs, his scrotum hung 
slightly downwards over his left thigh; two tiny mounds within were just 
discernible. Rising outward and curving toward his head was his throbbing 
penis. A darker shade of pink the the surrounding skin, it turned to 
purple aroundthe head and pulsed in time with his heartbeat.

    Aaron was taken in by the sight and just stared for what seemed to be 
a long time.

    "C'mon, it's your turn now," said Justin impatiently. He added, "Dont 
make me take your underwear off too."

    Aaron shyly pulled down his underwear, jumping in surprise when they 
caught on the tip of his boner. Justin giggled at this while Aaron took 
them off and dropped them next to Justin's. This time it was Justin's 
turn to marvel. He knew he was lucky to be witness to such a beautiful 
figure. Still enraptured by Aaron's thighs, he now looked all over the 
boy's lithe body. 

    His feet, as delicate and graceful as the rest of the body; his 
calves, well defined, but not yet muscular; his knees, well formed and 
slightly dimpled; his firm thighs. Oh, his thighs, leading, now Justin 
could see, to the small sack, hairless and pulled tightly against his 
body. Above, jutting out just slightly above vertical, a smal, but 
exquisitely formed penis, covered with smooth skin the same color as the 
rest of his body. The lines  of his groin rose upward and  outward to his 
trim hips. The skin above his penis, where Justin had become accustomed 
to seeing hair, looked strangely naked and was softer and smoother than 
silk. His abdomen was smooth but for the rounded area that ran from his 
waist to his ribs, showing where his stomach muscles might define 
themselves in the future. Like Justin, he showed a hint of pectoral 
muscle, covered by two tiny brown nipples. Justin was caught by the way 
Aaron's collarbone pushed out from his chest and defined the start of his 
delicate neck, still smooth, with no trace of an adam's apple. Aaron's 
brown arms curved gracefully, starting at his shoulders and smoothly 
moving, rounding at his biceps, and gently showing the graceful 
delineations of his forearms. The most striking feature, though, thought 
Justin, is his chin. Small and delicate, yet showing a hint of pride and 
defiance, it was the perfect match with Aaron's sleek body.

    "Come over here with me," invited Justin, "I want to get a closer 
look."     

    Aaron was possibly more curious than Justin, and he quickly slid onto 
 the bed, next to Justin and facing him. Justin reached under Aaron's 
arms and around his back, encircling his body, and drew Aaron tightly to 
himself. At this distance, they were both keenly aware of the heat they 
felt from each other's warm bodies.

    Justin delighted at the closeness and felt tense excitement at the 
intense warmth of Aaron's thighs he could feel through his penis as it 
pressed between Aaron's legs and brushed at his scrotum. He could feel 
Aaron's own hot penis firmly laid against his navel. Justin shifted 
slightly up and down, just about an inch or two, moving as much as the 
embrace would allow. Aaron moaned with pleasure and anticipation at this, 
and put his hands around the small of Justin's back, pressing himself 
into Justin's belly. Justin couldn't help himself, and against better 
judgement, he brushed Aaron's lips with his own. When Aaron returned the 
gesture more forcefully, Justin played his tongue over Aaron's lips. 
Aaron was quick to respond, and they pressed their open mouths together 
as their tongues coiled around one another.

    Not long after, Aaron pulled his head away, but pulled tighter on 
Justin's back as he moaned in rapture. Justin felt Aaron's body heat grow 
more intense, and the tight body under his hands shuddered as he felt 
Aaron's hard penisdriving spasmodically against his stomach. The 
intensity nearly brought Justin to orgasm, but Aaron relaxed and rolled 
away with a content sigh. He turned back to Justin and realized Justin 
had not come. He definitely wanted to see this.

    "Hang on a sec." He gracefully rolled out of the bed and retrieved 
the neglected jar of Vaseline. Returning, he snapped off the lid and 
dipped his right forefinger in to the cool jelly. In anticipation, Justin 
had rolled onto his back, legs slightly spread. Aaron hopped onto the bed 
and straddled Justin's thighs with his knees, sitting back on the top of 
Justin's legs. After liberating a glob from the jar, he handed the jar to 
Justin, who placed it at his side and propped his head  up on a pillow to 
watch Aaron.

    Using his left hand, Aaron gently caressed the wrinkled skin of 
Justin's sack, feeling how it shrank under his touch. He ran his fingers 
through Justin's thin pubic hair and caressed his thigh, cauusing Justin 
to moan in frustrated pleasure. Still using his left hand, he stroked 
lightly up and down Justin's throbbing penis, savoring the moment of 
feeling one other than his own.

    Taking the finger he had coated in Vaseline, he slid it up and down 
Justin's shaft, lightly coating the entire length of his penis, making it 
glisten in the low light. Then, using his whole hand, he grasped the 
shaft and slid his tight fist up and down over the whole length, from 
thobbing head to where the hairs on Justin's scrotum gently brushed his 
fingers. He was amazed by the warmth that pulsed in his hand, and found 
himself growing more erect than before. Justin was gasping and thrusting 
as well as he could with Aaron's weight on him. Aaron could feel the 
rhythmic tightening of Justin's thighs and ass through his own. Just 
then, a cry escaped Justin's lips, and Aaron felt the head of Justin's 
penis flare under his hand as Justin gave one final thrust. 
Simultaneously, a spurt of whitish semen erupted from within, flying up 
and hitting Aaron on the chest. A second spurt of thicker fluid had less 
force and landed on the inside of his thigh  at his groin, where he could 
feel it dripping down around the base of his scrotum. The three remaining 
spurts were weak and flowed over his fingers, but he felt Justin's penis 
and body shudder beneath him at least five more times. Justin moaned 
through all of them, and when he was completely spent, he leaned forward 
and pulled Aaron down on top of him and hugged him tightly. Aaron felt 
Justin's softening penis brush at the base of his scrotum and felt his 
own hard penis slide around on the slick semen left on Justin's belly. 
They kissed as they had before, and Justin felt Aaron's erection pressing 
against him.

    "You're horny again, aren't you?" Justin inquired sleepily.

    "Yeah." Aaron started giggling, "You're just too lazy."


Paperboys
Part 2

    "Oh, Yeah?" Justin responded to the challenge by rolling over on top 
of Aaron and pinning him on his back, "We'll see who's lazy now!" He held 
Aaron's arms back as he pressed his mouth to Aaron's belly and blew, 
creating a tickling vibration. Aaron couldn't stop laughing and was 
breathless with tears in his eyes by the time Justin stopped. Justin sat 
back, victorious, while Aaron gasped for breath.

    "That didn't seem to do anything about you boner, though," Justin 
observes. He noticed that he was regaining an erection as well.

    "So what do you plan to do about it?" taunted Aaron.

    Justin responded by moving down and gently caressing Aaron's small 
scrotum, feeling the smoothness and softness of the slightly wrinkled 
skin, and gently touching the small round mounds that rolled within. He 
moved in and placed his lips around Aaron's throbbing penis, still slick 
with his own come. Aaron gasped in surprise, but as Justin skillfully 
moved his tongue around Aaron's head and shaft while gliding his lips up 
and down, Aaron's gasp quickly turned to gasps of pleasure.. Justin slid 
his hands behind Aaron's buttocks and squeezed, pulling Aaron to his 
musth. Aaron tried to assist by thrusting with his hips. As he felt the 
orgasm building in his belly, he groaned alous with extacy. The sudden 
intense pleasure raced through his body once again, this time more 
powerful than any before. Justin felt the tremors rack Aaron's frame as 
Aaron's boy penis expanded in his mouth and pulsed against his tongue. 
Aaron's body relaxed beneath him.

    Instead of stopping, Justin went at it more furiously than before, 
sucking harder and moving faster. Beneath him, Justin could tell from 
Aaron's trembling tight ass that he was thrusting as hard as he could. An 
almost continuous low moan issued from his mouth. Without any warning, 
Aaron's groin exploded again, this time with pleasure so intense he lost 
the feeling in his limbs and his vision dimmed. He gave a loud sharp cry 
as his body pumped itself toward Justin's mouth one last time, and 
collapsed back, exhausted.

    Justin lay down with Aaron and held his perspiring hot body close to 
his, feeling Aaron's fluttering heartbeat through his own breast. After 
just holding each other for several minutes. Justin started and looked at 
his alarm clock. The red numerals stared back 6:34. Good, he thought, we 
still have time for a shower. He prodded Aaron in the ribs and they 
sleepily walked to the bathroom, arms around each other's shoulders.